Zhao Han returned to Jiangxi. As soon as he arrived in Ji'an, his buttocks were still hot, when he received a military report from Yangzhou.
The Ming Dynasty dispatched officers and soldiers from Jizhen to quickly wipe out the rebellious cavalry. He also dispatched officers and soldiers from Xuan Dynasty to go south and ordered the soldiers from Jizhen to march westward, trying to encircle and kill Li Zicheng in Henan.
At this time, the Tatars sent troops to besiege Jinzhou.
Moreover, this time was different from the past. Huang Taiji changed his tactics. He even ordered to camp outside Jinzhou City. It seemed that he did not intend to leave and wanted to starve Jinzhou officers and soldiers to death.
The Jizhen soldiers were quickly transferred back, but Li Zicheng escaped and continued to deal with the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers.
"Jinzhou is gone, or Ming Dynasty is gone." Zhao Han handed over the military report.
Pang Chunlai sighed after reading it.
Li Banghua looked at the military newspaper and said: "The Tartars' tactics are exactly the same as our tactics to conquer the fortified city. While we besieged the city, we divided the fields outside the city and formed a peasant association, turning the Ming Dynasty's fortified city into an isolated city.
This time, the Tartars were stationed in the fields after besieging the city, and the officers and soldiers in the city did not dare to come out at all."
"Once the siege lasts for more than half a year, Jinzhou soldiers may surrender." Pang Chunlai said.
Li Banghua added: "The Ming court is likely to use all its troops to rescue the besieged Jinzhou. If the Ming army is defeated, the Ming Dynasty will definitely lose all its elites, and the northern bandits will definitely take the opportunity to become bigger."
Zhao Han said with emotion: "It seems that the Tatars robbed a lot of grain and grass last year, otherwise they would not have the capital to besiege Jinzhou for a long time."
Starting from the Tianqi period, Jinzhou and Ningyuan were the front lines, and the Guanjinning defense line had always blocked the Qing army. The Tatars could only take a long way to cross the Great Wall to invade.
It's not that the Tatars didn't think about a long-term siege, but the food supply was insufficient to support such a strategy.
Last year's robbery was too satisfying, and the Tatars had plenty of food and grass, so they used this fatal trick with no solution. The Ming court either sat back and watched the Jinzhou garrison surrender, or mobilized a large army for a battle.
Once the battle fails, the Liaodong defense line will collapse!
The North Zhili area was mostly filled with Manchu spies.
The Ming Dynasty's finances collapsed early, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty also besieged Jinzhou in advance. The reason was simply that the Ming Dynasty was short of food and grass, and even if it fought a battle, it could only be resolved quickly. The Ming army, eager to advance, must have made many mistakes, and Huang Taiji could find various opportunities to attack.
Li Banghua said: "The Ming Dynasty had to save Jinzhou. If they did not send troops to rescue, everyone in Ningyuan and Shanhaiguan would be in danger, and the frontline generals might just surrender. If they save, they will lose, and the Tatars can fight all the way to Shanhaiguan. Zhang Xianzhong
, Li Zicheng took the opportunity to grow stronger, and the Ming Dynasty no longer has elite soldiers available. We must fight to Jiangbei quickly."
Fei Chun said: "After the autumn harvest, we can't fight a big war. There is famine all over the south of the Yangtze River and Zhejiang. We have used up all the food for disaster relief this year. It will take at least half a year to recuperate. We have the granary of Dongting Lake and the grain produced in Jiangxi. We will harvest tomorrow
After that, there will definitely be enough food for you to fight any way you want!"
"Why is there no food again?" Li Banghua was a little depressed.
Fei Chun said helplessly: "Officers and soldiers can rob food, bandits can rob food, and Tatars are also robbing food. Not only can we not rob, we also have to provide food for disaster relief. How much can be left after going back and forth?"
"By the way," Zhao Han thought of a question, "Have any maritime merchants brought grain back from Annan to sell it?"
Fei Chun replied: "A lot has been shipped, but it is only enough for Guangdong's consumption. Guangdong is hit by drought again this year, and it is a serious disaster in the province. Mr. Pang Chunlai has ordered that the land tax be exempted. Not a single grain of rice will be put into Guangdong's warehouse this year.
.The grain shipped back from Annan will be used to fill the holes in Guangdong, otherwise the price of grain in several counties in Guangzhou will be so high that people will starve to death."
"Oh, what a disaster." Zhao Han sighed.
The damn weather in the late Ming Dynasty caused disasters either here or there. Zhao Han had the same headache as Chongzhen.
After discussing for a while, Zhao Han decided: "After this year's autumn harvest, we won't fight any big wars. We will just capture Fujian. At the same time, we will rectify the administration and train more officials. If we expand too fast, various problems will arise."
"To capture Fujian, it is enough to send a few thousand people," Li Banghua said.
Fujian is sandwiched between Zhejiang, Jiangxi, and Guangdong, and is surrounded by Zhao Han's territory.
In Fujian Province, there is also an uprising by Qiu Lingxiao and his son, who have occupied one of the eight counties in Tingzhou Prefecture.
Amid internal and external troubles, Fujian officials tended to be at peace. They couldn't even defeat Qiu Lingxiao's rebel army, so how could they dare to fight against Zhao Han?
The plan for the second half of the year has been determined: consolidate the territory, recuperate, rectify the officialdom, and capture Fujian.
After the meeting, Zhao Han returned to the back house.
Fei Rulan and Pan Qimei were both about to give birth. They were sitting in the shade of a tree enjoying the cool air, occasionally standing up and taking a few steps.
"Little brother!"
Zhao Zhenlan stood up suddenly and looked at Zhao Han happily.
My little brother has grown up, but he can still vaguely recognize his father's shadow in the outline of his eyebrows.
Zhao Han came back last night and sent someone to invite the eldest sister to visit his home today.
He completely forgot about his eldest sister's appearance. After all, he had never seen her since time travel, only some residual memories of her body were left. Zhao Han held Zhao Zhenlan's hand and said with emotion: "Sister, you have suffered."
"I'm not suffering, my sister is fine." Zhao Zhenlan tried to laugh, but couldn't help crying.
Fei Rulan asked Xiyue to help her up, and took Pan Qimei to the back room to give the siblings space to be alone.
"Sister, please sit down." Zhao Han helped her sit down.
Zhao Zhenlan looked at Zhao Han longingly and said, "The more I look at him, the more he looks like my father. My father is also tall, but he is not as strong as my younger brother. Why doesn't my younger brother have a beard? If he had a beard, he would be more like his father."
Zhao Han said with a smile: "Growing a beard is too troublesome. It has to be repaired every day. Just shave it and it's done. How are you doing, sister?"
"I have always been nice, and my husband treats me well," Zhao Zhenlan said.
Zhao Han hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but said: "Sister is still young. You can choose to divorce and choose a husband who is more comfortable with you."
Zhao Zhenlan shook her head: "This one is very good now. Even when I was a concubine before, I never treated me harshly. Now I am even more caring. Even if I choose another one, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a better one."
"Sister, just feel comfortable." Zhao Han didn't give much advice.
As for Xu Zhiyuan, he will most likely divorce his legal wife, who will then remarry someone else.
Zhao Han has already identified a candidate for remarriage.
Zheng Yu, the prefect of Taiping, had his whole family exiled by the army and his wife was sent to the Jiaofangsi. After surrendering, he had no family. Perhaps he could marry Xu Zhiyuan's real wife.
Zheng Yu is quite talented and treats people well. He will definitely have a bright future in the future. This marriage is not bad.
Zhao Han asked again: "What else is missing, sister?"
Zhao Zhenlan smiled happily: "I don't need anything. I can find my younger brother and younger sister, and you are both going to be successful. I never dreamed of it before. God favors me, and such a good life is enough."
Zhao Zhenlan is really happy, so long as she is happy, Zhao Han would be unsightly if he interfered too much, so he could just get things done quietly.
"Sister, are you always at home? You can go out and make more friends," Zhao Han said.
Zhao Zhenlan said with a smile: "I went. My little sister often takes me out to play. There is a snow treading club in Ji'an, which is run by a talented and virtuous woman from nearby. We often meet friends through literature and go boating on the river."
"Recently? I haven't heard of it." Zhao Han said.
Zhao Zhenlan said: "It was founded last month and now has more than 20 members. As long as you are a woman, regardless of age or origin, you can join by writing a poem."
"That's interesting." Zhao Han said with a smile.
Jiangxi's social atmosphere has made progress again. Women openly form literary societies, regardless of their origins. This would have been a shame in the past.
While the brother and sister were chatting, the maid serving Pan Qimei suddenly ran out in panic: "Main Town, Madam is going to give birth, and her amniotic fluid has broken!"
"Hurry up and please Wen Po!" Zhao Zhenlan quickly stood up.
The maid said: "Here it is, here it is, last month I invited Mrs. Wen to live in the house and wait!"
Zhao Han said: "Then what are you waiting for? Go and call him quickly."
There was a lot of confusion for a while, Zhao Zhenlan also went in to help, and Zhao Han could only stand outside and wait anxiously.
After struggling until evening, Zhao Zhenfang came back before the baby was born.
Zhao Zhenfang was even more anxious than Zhao Han. She stood guard at the door and walked back and forth, chanting about the Jade Emperor and Tathagata Buddha.
"Here comes someone, my wife is about to give birth!"
Xiyue rushed out and shouted.
Zhao Han looked at Pan Qimei's house and then Fei Rulan's house, and shouted loudly: "Wen Po is not enough, go to the city to ask for Wen Po!"
Several soldiers rushed out quickly, and within half an hour, they dragged a stable woman over.
Zhao Han stood in the courtyard, listening to the shouts one after another. He couldn't sit still at all and walked around under the tree in a hurry.
At the second watch of the toil, Xiyue ran out to announce the good news: "My wife has given birth, mother and daughter are safe."
Fei Rulan had given birth successfully, but Pan Qimei, whose amniotic water had broken earlier, was still shouting in the room, and her voice became obviously weaker.
Zhao Han went to the study to check the time, and then went to Fei Rulan's room.
Fei Rulan was still very energetic and smiled at Zhao Han: "It's a daughter."
"Hello, daughter, hello, don't think too much about it." Zhao Han held her hand and comforted her.
Fei Rulan heard the shouting next door and asked worriedly: "Isn't Seventh Sister giving birth yet?"
"Soon." Zhao Han said.
After suffering for another half an hour, laughter finally came from the next door, and then Po Wen shouted: "There's one more, there's one more!"
Zhao Han hurriedly ran over, and after a while, the room cheered and celebrated again.
Po Wen ordered everything to be done, opened the door and said to Zhao Han: "Congratulations to the head of the town, my wife has given birth to twins. My sister is in front and my brother is behind."
"There are rewards, there are rewards!"
Zhao Han walked into the room. Pan Qimei was already weak, her whole body was wet with sweat, and she smiled at Zhao Han with a pale face.
The next day, Zhao Han quietly sent out the order.
All the prisoners on death row in Jiangxi were taken to Laijiang Mansion and hanged, and all their bodies were sent to Zaoge Mountain.
Taoist priest Liu Kaihua received the secret order and hurriedly came to Ji'an to meet him: "How can we get so many autopsies in the main town, the Taoist holy land of Zaoge Mountain?"
"How can we know the human body structure without dissecting corpses?" Zhao Han asked.
Liu Kaihua still didn't understand and said: "But..."
"No need to," Zhao Han interrupted directly, "Build an anatomy room at Ziyang Medical College to understand how blood circulates throughout the body and how the internal organs function. You can put aside the "Huangdi Neijing" for the time being.
When it comes to treating illnesses and saving lives, don’t think too much about it.”
Liu Kaihua hesitated to speak, but finally chose to obey orders.
Zhao Han originally planned to let the healers develop on their own, but Pan Qimei's birth this time really scared him.
After more than ten hours of tossing and going, no one has good luck. Modern medicine must start exploring in advance.