day to day.

The head of the year is gone.

He was intrigued by the ministers on weekdays and was busy at night with memorials delivered to the table.

There was another rebellion in a certain place.

A natural disaster occurred in a certain place.

A section of the Yangtze River collapsed today.

How many people will die of death in winter tomorrow?

How many people need to be resettled when fleeing in the north of the country later?

The bandits returned somewhere in the future, and officials from a certain place...

There are endless trivial matters and endless family matters.

If this continues, will the years he has returned be enough to last until the day when he sees the success of the Northern Expedition?

Zhao Yi didn't know.

What he knew was that the accumulation of the Yangtze River defense line was getting deeper.

The manpower has accumulated from the initial 300,000 to nearly one million.

Weapon renewal.

The man's hands are refined.

What to do when encountering a tide of refugees?

Delivered to the army.

What to do if you encounter drought and floods?

Resettlement to the military farm.

Some shameless Lan family made weapons. What should we do if we want to negotiate prices with the State Council?

Accept him! But I can't give it to you all!

The Ministry of War had just bought something, but I looked at it.

Alas? New has been launched?

what to do?

What can I do!

Watching the crossbow machine on the Xinbao evolved from the magic bow and crossbow, the generalized crossbow, the continuous launching crossbow, and the iron-arm crossbow, step by step.

Zhao Yi was so amused and laughed!

Seeing these things become more convenient, sharper, longer range, stronger armor-piercing force, and more crossbow machines almost every year.

Zhao Yi seemed to see a little guy covered in stinking clothes and claws at him...

Angry?

Shame and anger?

Being teased?

Zhao Yi looked at him calmly!

Since he can even be an emperor, how could he be so moved by this small matter of money?

The amount of money is just a prop he used to restrict the world.

"This new iron-arm crossbow is really useful."

Another day.

Put down the "new crossbow machine" that shot through the armpit in his hand, Zhao Yi smiled and gave a few instructions to the little yellow gate beside him. If the Ministry of Works continues to suppress the price of weapons purchased in Xiangyang, if he can't suppress it, the emperor, the emperor, would kill someone's dog head.

Well, as soon as he finished talking about this, the emperor praised the glass beads produced by a certain glass factory on the table, and praised the East China Sea pearl as worth a thousand gold!

This way...

The general idea is to add some fun things to yourself in this leisure time?

One day after another.

One day to survive.

One day is better.

One day is worse than another.

A group of people in the court finally got so old that they couldn't walk and could not speak.

People who came from the army, from the people, from the north, and from Zhao Yi's "roster" also began to flood the court's parliament.

A new generation replaces old people.

There was a little more anger in the small court.

Another day after a border general clashed with people, the voice of praise finally overwhelmed the dissatisfaction.

Zhao Yi is very proud!

ten years.

From being scolded at first, to finally someone standing up to speaking, to being able to fight in court today.

Who knows how he, the emperor, got through it?

The army under his command began with the "bandit suppression".

Fight the Nanman.

Smoke the turmoil.

Practice the Western Xia.

Then one of the "disobedient thieves" led their small troops to tease the Jin Dynasty who had been corrupted in ten years.

From a small conflict between three or five people, to thirty or fifty people taking action.

There are wins and losses.

There is death and life.

But in the end, after practicing over the years, there will be no stupid words like "The Jurchens are invincible"!

How can you be brave when fighting on the battlefield?

The Southern Song army was carried by batches of thorns and became brave.

But Zhao Yi, the emperor, became more and more 'coward'.

He is seriously ill.

Coughed.

It's vomiting blood.

Heart pain...

Now, after hearing that the border army had a conflict with a certain place, he would be "shocked" to scold some leading generals without complaining about the ministers in the court!

How can you do this?

Then.

After the reprimand...you should do whatever you should do.

I have scolded me, and I have condemned me.

If you force me to do something else, what if these heavy soldiers forced these generals to rebel?

Zhao Yi felt very cowardly!

He was afraid of the Jin people, and he was afraid of the Mongolian people. He was even more "feared" by the generals under his command!

Whenever this happens, there will be an "old minister" who comes out to blame him.

Speaking of these **, warlords, aren’t they all raised by the Lord?

If it weren't for your indulgence at the time, how could the Southern Song Dynasty be like this today?

As many people were scolded like this, Zhao Yi was afraid of another list of these old ministers who were about to die.

Ten years have passed, and the ministers who "welcome him to the capital".

It is also death, retreating.

There are really not many left that can be seen now...

Whenever I think of this, Zhao Yi feels a little sad.

Feeling about the passage of time.
To be continued...