The emperor was writing a reply, and Wang Tigan had retreated to the gate of the hall, waiting for the military newspaper to arrive.

The battle against Liao has begun, and the emperor is most concerned about this. How could Wang Tigan not know?

If you present the military report to the emperor, it is like reporting the good news to the emperor. Pleasing the emperor's favor is what the emperor likes the king.

Just when Wang Tigan felt that it was a waste of time, a palace servant came hurriedly and he hurriedly met him.

"Emperor, Emperor." Wang Ti interrupted the emperor with a fucking cry, making him frown and raised his head unhappily.

"Great joy, great joy!" Wang Tigan ran into the hall with the report of the war, knelt in front of the imperial case, raised the military newspaper high, and reported in a trembling voice: "Our army won a great victory in Haicheng, killing more than 20,000 enemies..."

The emperor stood up suddenly, leaned forward and snatched the military newspaper from Wang Tigan's hand, opened it and read it with a glance.

An excited expression appeared on the emperor's face. He forced himself to tense and looked carefully again until he was sure of it and laughed loudly.

After annihilation of the enemy defending Haicheng, and then artillery attacks the enemy camp, and defeating Jianlu, Xiong Tingbi sent people to carefully count the enemy's corpses and came up with quite accurate numbers.

Jiannu has been defeated in recent years. How many troops are there and how fast is the replenishment speed? Through the estimation of information from all parties, the emperor knew this clearly.

He killed more than 20,000 more! Jiannu's defeat this time was considered a serious injury to his vitality. Ping Liao was right in front of him, so how could the emperor not keep his heart happy?

Where did the capital and confidence come from the Later Jin Dynasty, which had a total population of less than one million, fight for consumption with the Ming Dynasty? The emperor won the battle with one hand and destroyed Jianlu.

As long as you win, how much ammunition and medicine were consumed and how much money was spent, the emperor didn't care about it at all, and he also had sufficient reserve funds. At worst, he could use the royal private money to destroy Jianlu and save it in the future!

"Okay, okay!" The emperor couldn't hide his excitement. He held the military newspaper in his hand and walked back and forth in the hall, exclaiming, "After this great victory, the slaves are just around the corner."

Wang Tigan smiled flatteringly and agreed, "The emperor is wise and powerful, and Jianlu jumps into the clown, and he will perish."

Yes, yes! Since I possessed myself and traveled through time, the demise of Jiannu has been destined.

The emperor nodded repeatedly, deeply convinced him, and refused to accept the compliments. Even if fate was destined to end in the seventh year of the Apocalypse Reign, Jiannu was already disabled, so what kind of storm could it cause?

"I am not stingy in rewarding the enemy because the soldiers have made merits." The emperor stopped and said loudly: "I will issue an order to praise you immediately, and then get 200,000 silver from the inner treasury and transport it to Liaodong."

"Yes, I will do it now." Wang Tigan bowed and received the order and left the hall.

The emperor sat in the imperial chair and was still in a state of peace. He picked up his pen and spread paper and began to write secret letters to Xiong Tingbi.

"It is better to chase the poor enemy with the remaining bravery..."

The emperor shook his head, changed the paper and rewrited it. This plagiarized poem is very impressive, but the emperor was worried that the frontline generals would pursue it and get caught in ambush. It would be a bad thing.

We should still advance steadily and use our strength to defeat Jiannu, and use our absolute advantage to suppress Jiannu to death, and do not give any unexpected variables.

The restoration of Liaoyang and Shenyang means the basic success of pacifying Liao, and my prestige has also increased greatly due to the war, which has also cleared the obstacles to the implementation of various reform policies.

Humph, the Jianlu have all been destroyed. Those powerful and powerful vassals dare to compete with me? It is time to deal with them.

The emperor pursed the corner of his lips, and a cold flashed in his eyes.

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For several years, there has been no police in the capital. Every once in a while, good news will be heard from Liaodong. Jianlu was suppressed by the Ming army, which seems to have become a common understanding among people.

Starting this fall, the frequency of Pingliao slaves appeared in newspapers greatly increased, and the "power of the whole country" that was more frequent than "Pingliao slaves".

What is the power of the whole country? It is because those who have never read books. When they hear this word, they almost understand the meaning.

But for the common people, the "national force" mobilized by the emperor did not seem to affect their lives.

There is no increase in taxes or recruitment of labor, which seems to be related to the lives of ordinary people.

Not only that, the ways for ordinary people to make a living are wider. Changes and the changes caused by reform have made more and more people feel them.

Of course, at the bottom, the people do not care about certain reform policies. In addition to the narrow information they come into contact with, it is also because it is not their business. For example, severe punishment for corrupt officials, such as the imperial examination, etc.

Food, clothing, housing, transportation, salt, rice, oil and salt. Only these small things are what ordinary people have to experience and care about every day.

The price of salt has dropped, good, good! This winter, the home uses an iron stove, honeycomb coal, the cost is not much, it is still warm, good, good, good! The price of grain has dropped, I heard that it was transported to Tianjin by sea, and the shipping fee is less, good, great!

When the people are no longer afraid of war, these things closely related to life occupy most of their thinking.

We cannot blame them for not caring about national affairs. We must understand the people at the bottom. The burden of life is on them. They have put in the greatest effort to keep themselves and their families hungry.

But it is undeniable that most ordinary people feel that their lives are getting better. They have more opportunities to work, their income increases, and they can even have a few more meals of meat.

"Dad!" Erya's eyes widened first, and then there was a surprise. Her father went to Tianjin and came back so soon.

Erya's father smiled and walked over quickly, saying, "Go home and warm up, Dad will help you see the stall."

"I'm not cold." Erya shook her head, pointed to the stove and smiled, "It's so warm!"

Erya's father put his hands on the stove and roasted it on fire, spraying white mist in his mouth and said, "The capital city is pretty good. If it is in Liaodong, it will be very cold."

Erya blinked and asked in confusion: "Dad, then will we go back to Liaodong?"

Erya's father stopped, hesitating, and hesitating.

"I think it's good to be in the capital." Erya grinned and said, "Isn't farming harder, and I don't earn much, right?"

Erya's father nodded and shook his head and said, "Girl, you can't just look at what you see! You can still do this small business for a lifetime? But if you have more than ten acres of land at home, it will be a long-term business. When you are free in winter, you will earn more money if you do some other subsidies."

Oh, Erya is a good girl, she doesn't talk back to her father. Her mother wants to give birth to a younger brother. If there is land at home, she can really make a stable life that can be passed down from generation to generation.

"It's almost done." Erya's father grinned and said with a smile: "Liaodong is about to be pacified. In Tianjin, I heard some news that Jiannu was defeated in Haicheng and died tens of thousands of times!"

"Haicheng?" Erya tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "Then isn't it very close to our hometown?"

"Yes!" Erya's father nodded vigorously and said, "We are from Liao and have bought the Liao bonds. If we return to Liaodong, the court will have policies and will take care of them."

Erya asked, "Will you build a house for our family? The original one seems to have been burned."

Several years have passed, and even my memory has become blurred. Although I have remembered it in my dream, Erya’s father knew that the house was indeed burning.

"Yes, I will build a new one, better than the original one." Erya's father comforted his daughter and looked forward to the future. "It's still close to Haicheng, and I can go to the city to do small business."

Erya nodded in a belief and said, "When our family has fields, half of them are planted with sweet potatoes, eat them at home, and you can still sell them."

"Okay, a variety of sweet potatoes." Erya's father reached out and touched his daughter's head, and agreed.

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The freshly roasted sweet potatoes steamed and emitted an attractive sweet fragrance, which fell into Yingzi's hands.

Although she was so hot that she fell back and forth, Yingzi still smiled happily. It was not until Zhang Zhuzi took off one of her gloves that she grabbed it firmly.

When the sweet potatoes were broken, the taste became stronger and made the index finger wide open. Yingzi handed half to Zhang Zhuzi, blew it with her mouth, and then took a bite, making her smile.

"Haicheng is restored, and the next one is Liaoyang and Shenyang." Zhang Zhuzi was holding the sweet potatoes and was not in a hurry to eat them. His eyes were shining and he said, "This winter, we will almost pacify the entire Liaodong."

Yingzi blinked and said, "I decided to go back to my hometown and help my father grow sweet potatoes and plant them as much land."

After saying that, Yingzi shook her head again and said, "I have to leave some land for my father. He wants to plant yellow smoke!"

Just for sweet potatoes?! Zhang Zhuzi was surprised at the reason for the decision, but soon smiled and said, "Okay, plant whatever you say."

"You listen to me?" Yingzi showed a naughty expression.

Zhang Zhuzi nodded vigorously and expressed a solemn answer with a "Yeah".

"Then I won't let you transport supplies anymore." Yingzi looked at Zhang Zhuzi with a smile, "You are a retired officer and soldier, and you still have to support the reward?"

Zhang Zhuzi opened his mouth slightly and blinked his eyes. He was really embarrassed. After a while, he stuttered: "I am the captain, and I have to lead those people!"

Yingzi chuckled and said, "Okay, I'm just teasing you, it's your embarrassment."

After pausing, Yingzi put away her smile and solemnly reminded: "Come back quickly after delivering the supplies, don't get to the place where the war is fought!"

"I know, I know." Zhang Zhuzi agreed without any trouble.

Yingzi then felt relieved, and had a sweet taste of roasted sweet potatoes, and chatted with Zhang Zhuzi casually.

"Taozi wants to live in the city, so she told her boss that if she opens a shop in Haicheng, she will go there."

"Where are you, you can live in the city. There is also a land outside the city, not far away."

"My father doesn't want to! He wants to build a few houses, a large yard, raise some chickens and ducks, and only a bag of cigarettes can be used to go to the field."

"By the way." Yingzi suddenly thought of something and asked, "Pingliao is almost done, but Jianlu will not come to fight again, kill and loot, right?"

Zhang Zhuzi smiled and said confidently: "It is not only to pacify Liao, but also to destroy slaves. This is decided by long live. So many people and so many cannons will definitely eliminate Jiannu."
Chapter completed!