With a cry of joy, Jia Daihua got off the carriage and saw a busy house. A large number of cattle, sheep, cloth and silk were placed in the courtyard, waiting to be counted.
However, the maids and servants showed no signs of joy, and their faces were full of solemnity.
"came back!"
The mother, who had just given birth, was sitting and coaxing her son. She was worried about the nanny. When she saw it was her eldest son, she forced a smile on her face.
"Dad!" Jia Daihua shouted and sat down properly.
Jia Yanze sighed, glanced at him, and said calmly: "During this period, please don't get into trouble."
"Stay at home more and take care of your mother."
"Dad, are you going to fight again?" Jia Daihua said in surprise.
"Why else do you think this title is so good?"
Jia Yan said angrily: "Your father went to the battlefield and fought with his life for this."
He glanced over the pile of rewards and was secretly frightened.
In the past, the reward would have been a few dozen yuan at most, but now it was nearly ten times that. Silks from Suzhou, porcelain from Jingdezhen, tea from Fujian, etc., these were all tributes in the past, but now they came to his home.
The emperor spent so much money, this battle is no small matter.
Could it be that the rumors in the military about Liaodong are actually true?
Jiannu is not easy to fight!
"Your Majesty, it's true. You have just given birth to a son, and yet you are sent to the battlefield..."
Although Mrs. Jia Chen was a Viscountess, she still had a petty spirit and couldn't help complaining.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Jia Yan slammed the table and quickly stopped: "It is our duty to share your father's worries."
"That's right, that's right, it was me, lard, who deceived me." Jia Chen was shocked and her eyes moved wildly, as if she wanted to find the Jin Yiwei who was eavesdropping in the legend.
Jia Yan rolled his eyes and looked at his cheap son Jia Daihua: "Gouzi, after I leave, you will help your mother take charge of the house. Don't mess around."
"My child understands."
After making some arrangements, Jia Daihua started to eat with a heavy heart.
At this time, the rumors in the Beijing camp were becoming more and more widespread, and almost everyone knew about it.
Seeing that the soldiers were mentally prepared, he announced: "From now on, the army will go out to Liaodong, and the Beijing camp will take turns to rest for three days."
Jiang Chunqing was more nervous and went home as the crowd went.
As a team leader, he was paid four silver coins a month, which was just one more than an ordinary soldier. However, he held the rank of right sergeant. Calculated from the ninth rank, he earned ten more silver coins and ten more shi of food every year.
Therefore, even if he had a maid at home, he did not feel much pressure.
When he returned to the rented house, the maid immediately changed his shoes for him.
"Ms. Gong——" The wife who was born in a down-and-out Jinshen family, although wearing a wooden hairpin, could not hide her temperament. At this time, she was wearing moxa, and it seemed that she had something to hide.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Chunqing sat down and asked softly.
"My father is here..." The wife hesitated again and again, and could only confide: "If he does anything excessive, you can't agree to it."
"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."
Jiang Chunqing was stunned and said confidently.
He still knew very well about his father-in-law. He fled from Shanxi to the capital and was now in a very poor condition. He only owned a hundred acres of land, but he was looking forward to returning to a wealthy family.
If it hadn't been for a lucky coincidence back then, he really wouldn't have been able to marry such a young lady.
…
Soon, the father-in-law, worthy of Shanxi's shrewd appearance, walked in with a smile: "My good son-in-law came back early today."
"Have an early holiday." Jiang Chunqing said directly: "You and I are not outsiders. If you have something to do, just tell me."
"Okay!" My father-in-law sat down with a smile, his eyes full of shrewdness:
"Your family has a farm outside the city, about two hundred acres!"
"That's right!" Jiang Chunqing nodded: "The merits over the years, coupled with rewards, have been replaced by some land."
"I heard that sweet potatoes are being planted recently. Is this possible?"
"I've heard of it. His Majesty requested that it be planted. I heard that it can produce a lot more food. Anyway, we only have so much land, so just plant it!"
Jiang Chunqing didn't care, and touched the beard on his chin. He felt that it was uneven and unsightly, and he needed to trim it.
"Hehe, this is a good thing."
The father-in-law squinted his eyes and stroked his goatee and said: "I made inquiries in the capital and found out that these potatoes belong to large quantities and are a national treasure in Nanyang. Those families in Fujian risked their lives to steal them..."
"This is much more cost-effective than food."
"If you can get me some of this and keep it for two or three years, my family will be able to live..."
"This is issued by the imperial court, I'm afraid it's not good!" Jiang Chunqing hesitated.
"There are so many disadvantages. It's convenient to find you. There are many of them on the market and even in military fields!"
In this way, Jiang Chunqing could only agree.
…
After a few days of rest, the city of Beijing is getting hotter and hotter.
The various associations in the Beijing camp also kept beating drums and gathering generals, slowly and heavily, urging the soldiers to speed up their pace.
Group after group of figures formed a long queue, slowly but surely leaving the pace.
On the towers of Beijing, bright yellow flags swayed in the wind.
The palace maids and eunuchs bowed to follow, their robes were blown by the wind, and their hair was messed up. A few strands of hair were flying in the wind, and most of the long hair was restrained casually by ribbons, making them look relaxed and free.
Zhu Yixi faced the tower diagonally, facing the wind, feeling a chill that was brewing.
"Your Majesty, this trend is too bad. You should go back!"
Tian Ren on the side couldn't bear it and hurriedly asked someone to bring a cloak for the emperor to tie, and then asked softly.
"It's better to send the soldiers off!"
The emperor sighed, looked at the sunset in the sky in the distance, and waved his hand.
The 50,000-strong Beijing camp was sent to fight this time, and tens of thousands of households and hundreds of thousands of people in the capital were affected.
Once there are too many casualties, it will definitely be a major event that shakes the foundation of the rule.
There were countless people seeing him off, and everyone was like a stone watching their husbands, eagerly looking ahead, hoping that their men would return home with a full load.
"His Majesty--"
At this time, Chen Yongfu and Li Jingwu were wearing armor and armored horses, looking fierce.
"Get up!"
The two men in front of me are the main force leading the Beijing camp's sudden advance this time. They are the commander and deputy commander of Zheng Liao, and basically command the rest of the armies.
Seeing these two men, the emperor couldn't help but give him advice: "The first priority in this battle is logistics. As long as the navy can be guaranteed to be stable, it will be invincible."
"Artillery, muskets, these are our strengths, and the strange cavalry is our weakness, so don't ignore it. When you need to cooperate, you must think twice before you act..."
After beeping for a while, Tian Ren realized that time was running out and quickly alerted the emperor.
Only then did Zhu Yixi come back to his senses. He could only smack his lips, feeling his mouth was dry:
"That's it. It's up to you to decide how to fight the battle."
"I only want one thing, victory, victory here -"
"The shame since the Saar Hu period must be completely cleared away now, and we will pay tribute to the soldiers who have sacrificed over the years..."