Transmigrating To The Ming Dynastys Imperial Examination - Chapter 294

“For the major events of the country, don’t rush to the soldiers, and don’t precede the horses…”

Soon after Yang Yiqing visited the border, he ordered Jidi Pu to send memorials to Beijing, and reported several major malpractices in the Yuanma Temple of Shaanxi, which provided military horses to Ningxia, Gansu and Shaanxi. Horses are not flourishing and there are not enough military horses. Many war horses are even with high bones and hairs, and they are desperate. How can the Han army engage with the elite Tatar soldiers with one man and two horses or even three horses?

While he started repairing castles, stables, and barracks in Ningxia, he had to hold Shaanxi horse administration officials to account and focus on local horse administration.

The monitoring of Yuanma Temple was too long, and half of the pastures were reduced to the private land of the kings and guards. There are also many places called Caochangs, which are actually wastelands. Yang Yiqing vigorously regained the illegally seized horse farm from the local king Shousu; took the refugees and military criminals to the border pasture to plant grass and raise horses; tried to grow sweet potatoes and barley wheat on the wasteland to provide food for the border army…

In addition, he will restore the gold medal system of tea-horse trading with Xifan, ban smuggling, and return to the court the right to trade tea-horse after 60 years.

Wang Shouren patrolled the border for him, trained sergeants with local commanders and guard eunuchs, and pulled people out of Guan Xiudun Fort by the way.

The horse farm is twenty or thirty miles away from the city, and there are often Tatar skirmishers waiting for opportunities to take captives. Flying horses come and go, but the frontier army can’t catch them. There are many horses and fodder lost in a year. Wang Yushi took people to repair the side fort outside the racecourse, built high observation decks on the corners, and then took out the telescopes brought from Beijing, and sent people to monitor the Mongolian army lurking outside Caocheng every day.

In this era without camouflage uniforms, no matter how strong the latent technology is, it can’t compare to an eightfold telescope.

The Tatar soldiers who used to cross the grasslands and used the Shaanxi racecourse as their back garden soon discovered in horror that the Shaanxi Ming Army suddenly came up with Zhuge Liang, who was an exhaustive plan

No matter when they attacked, no matter how long they had been in ambush beforehand, when they rushed out of the Ming Army horse farm, what awaited them was always neatly clothed resisting horses and heavily armed armored cavalry.

If it is an impromptu intention, it is better to go straight to the racecourse; the more well-planned in advance, and the more days lurking outside the racecourse to wait for the enemy’s negligence, the more traps you will encounter. This pasture that had taught them to be invincible was full of low stumbling horses and thistles, and the Ming army hid in the grass, making up a row of bullets in time when their horses fell.

There must be spies from the Ming army among the herdsmen and merchants who passed the news to them!

The main fire sieve of Tatar Goljing Banner outside the vertical and horizontal pass was furious. Soon after a large number of cavalry fell under the newly-built wall of the Ming army again, he glared at the wall and coldly retreated. Not long after, a small group of cavalry dropped a bunch of suspected heads outside the racecourse, turned and drove away.

Wang Shouren, Wu’an Hou Zhengying and others who were patrolling outside the new wall saw that the canthus was cracked and the blood was pouring up, and immediately led the troops into the grassland ten miles to annihilate the group of captives.

Bian Jun’s victory report was delivered one after another, Wang Shouren waved a long knife, and the figure of the soldiers leading the fight suddenly appeared on the paper.

Wang Zhuangyuan was also the first batch of people to receive the news. After reading it, he followed Xie An’s example, put down the side report, got up and said slowly: “The younger generation breaks the thieves.”

However, he was wearing official boots, not high-bottomed clogs, and failed to knock his teeth when he went out.

Everyone sighed with emotion when he was chasing Wang Shouren with a wooden pestle, and sighed: “If there is no such father, I would rather have this son? If Wang Xueshi is twenty years younger, I am afraid that he can Wang Boyan usually goes to battle to kill the enemy.”

Then… how about Cui Yuegu, the regimen guide master who can block Wang Xueshi’s full blow?

Their Imperial Academy is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. If they were released early for a few battles, they might be able to destroy the little prince!

Not only did the scholars think of Cui Xie, but Wang Shengren also thought of Cui Xie when he was at the border, thinking of the telescope he gave him-this thing is really a divine tool, as long as you build a tall observation platform, a few miles away. The movement of the thief is as straight as a palm pattern, clearly identifiable.

When he himself wrote to the court, he wrote a few more sentences about Cui Xie borrowing his binoculars, and asked the Ministry of Engineering to do more to send it to the border, so that every side castle village can be equipped.

Seeing this memorial announcement, Ge Lao Liu suddenly remembered that Cui Xie first suggested that the court should buy a transparent glass method from a sea merchant, and use glass instead of crystal to make lenses. He couldn’t help saying to Li Dongyang: “Your family is always more careful than others. , And pay attention to saving money in the small place. Previously, the plaster was changed to cement, and it was also necessary to make glass recipes-the Ministry of Industry must be able to burn clear glass, and I dont know how much silver it will save.”

Fortunately, although there is no glass-burning method, the Ministry of Defense has stored some lenses in bits and pieces over the years, and the guards, eunuchs, and eunuchs of the nine sides are still enough to get a telescope. Although the small frontier pier defenders did not have telescopes, they transported cement to the border every year, enough for them to repair the wall thick enough to stop the cavalry outside the border from charging.

Li Dongyang pondered for a while, and hesitated: “Do you think my disciple really meets? How else could he come up with a way to change plaster into cement and use crystal glasses to make telescopes and microscopes? “Also, starting from the compilation of the Jinyiwei comics, he has treated overseas enemies as serious problems…

Zhang Guozhang often said that Cui Xie had encountered immortals on the small mountain bag next to his family’s ancestral grave. Although this is nonsense, Cui Xie really seems to have a bit of Suhui, unlike ordinary people.

Liu Shoufu didnt have so much thought, and he smiled freely: “Your disciple is a champion, naturally different than our second-tier scholars. Maybe in the future not only the son of Shi’an champion can be a sage, but your champion disciple can also be a sage. Well. Didnt you ask him to make comic strips again? Simply ask him to add the paragraph Wang Boyan in the book so that the people can also see and see the power of the Ming army.”

After all, Li Dongyang is a traditional literati, and I am embarrassed to publicly praise that XX’s disciple is naturally brilliant, talented, and must become a sage. He put aside the idea, went to Cui Xie, and asked him to add a scene in the new book where Wang Shouren chased the Huosi Club and returned with a big victory.

Teacher Li knows that the authors of their generation have more or less hobbies of consigning their hearts and minds, so he first urged his disciples: “Just call Wang Hanlin, dont name Wang Wei and Wang Changling. His father himself asks Wang Wei to be named. It’s a mess of generations.”

Cui Xie also knew it well, and asked, “Is that a hint that their father and son double champion will do?”

alright. Jin Yiwei has been moved to Datang, so what else can’t you write? It’s just that the binoculars have to be blurred. After all, this is a weapon of the military and it is not compatible with the people.

Choi Xie can handle this problem too. If no one cares, he would dare to make Wang Shengren grow eyes on his forehead, but Jin Yiwei has been in reality for so many years, suddenly introducing a magical style for fear of scaring readers. Let Wang Yushi raise a few worms that are human and can recognize the enemy…

There are a few eagles and doves flying on the head of the army…No birds are good, don’t they have to be shot down once they fly over? Even if they fly high and can’t beat them down, experienced sergeants can see that they are raised to guard. Only insects are concealed and safe, and they are necessary information gathering equipment for fighting at home.

He also found several authors and asked them to revise the manuscript expeditiously.

“The Wind and Clouds on the Frontier” has been written with thousands of words smoothly under the supervision of Li Zhaoxian. The first volume includes the characters and fine line drafts, and only a painted cover can be printed. However, Editor-in-Chief Cui asked to revise the manuscript, adding the Light of Hanlin and Wang Shouren, who has spread his military merits throughout the world. Several authors have also hurriedly revised without complaint.

After Jin Yiwei entered the court and received the commendation, he first wrote a story about the king of the border town of the Tang Dynasty injuring the little prince’s generals, which paved the way for the barbarians to plunder the treasures of the Tang Dynasty to pay tribute to the Tang Dynasty.

The remaining words are just enough for the second book. In comparison, the content of the second book was more than that of the first book. Cui Xie simply painted the two books together and asked someone to print them together.

It’s a pity that Wang Shouren was wrong when he played. The cover of the first part was set for Xie Ying, and the second part did not have him. He could not be given a separate color picture, and he could only be painted after the official army came out.

Cui Xie licked the pen by the side of the ink pond, flicked a few smears of nearly black dried blood on Xie Ying’s scarlet clothes, and then put the **** ink on the side of the painting and placed the correct platform body. The title of the book.

Jin Yiwei’s plug on the second volume of the wind and clouds.

Both books were covered by Xie Yings cover, and the second one only had more national treasures and jade statues than the first. Xie Ying was a little embarrassed when she looked at it. She leaned on the table and said, “Its not good to repeat like this. The first is actually The painting Wang Yushi and Yang Fuxian are those who are really at the border to meet the enemy.”

Cui Xie said: “Looking back, it is time to draw a propaganda map of the border, so that the people will know that it is those frontier soldiers who sacrificed their lives to kill the enemy, so that we can live in peace in the customs.”

It’s a pity that he can’t remember exactly what Yang Yiqing looked like.

Xie Ying still remembered something: “He is not very pretty and has no beard. There are rumors that he is a Tian Eunuch. He himself seems to say that he is the reincarnation of a layman, so he does not have a mustache. I remember the time you returned home. I will tidy up the study for you, and I have seen the photos of the important officials in the DPRK that you drew. Are there any of them?”

It doesn’t seem to be, the painters were all their authors.

Cui Xie didn’t remember much. Later, Xie Ying put away the paintings by herself and never returned to Cui’s house. When the two talked about this, the more they talked, the more they cared, and they went back to Xie Ying’s bedroom in the middle of the night to find them.

This bedroom is no longer the original one, but the layout still resembles the original one. In the bedroom, there is a statue of Guanyin painted by Cui Xie in his early years. The portrait told him to hide it and put it with Cui Xie’s own photo, while the paintings for others were locked in a patent leather cabinet.

The two turned on the lamp to look for the painting, and the wooden axis of the scroll sometimes hit somewhere by the wrong hand. Although the voice is not loud, I can’t help but thank people who know martial arts at home. They have good ears. Gradually, someone hears the movement and comes to check.

The candlelight in the room was dim, and the figures were shaking. The family did not dare to enter the room and disturbed. They only asked at the bottom of the stairs, “Is the adult still asleep? But what’s the matter? Should someone go in and help?”

Master Cui was guilty of conscience, so he squatted down on the spot, found a table and dived in. Xie Ying hurriedly blocked the table with his eyes and hands, for fear that he was drilling too fast, he squatted his head, stood at the table half-bent, and said to the window: “I’m looking for some paperwork, nothing is wrong, you can go back to sleep. .”

Cui Xie curled up under the desk, with his forehead against his hand, and one leg was not retracted, just pressing on the hem of his clothes. The family’s inquiries and footsteps came from outside the door, as if someone was about to break into the room at any time and drag him out of Xie Ying’s feet to expose him.

At such an embarrassing moment, he felt a sense of inexplicable peace of mind. He took Xie Ying’s hand and kissed it lightly in his palm, and then again.

The feathery touch gradually deepened, and the dampness spread from the palm, Xie Ying’s voice almost couldn’t maintain the sternness that Jin Yiwei should know. Fortunately, his family had gone back, and he was relieved, and looked at Cui Xie with a low eye, trying to put on an angry look, but couldn’t help but laugh.

Cui Xie also laughed, but didn’t dare to make a sound. Xie Ying half-kneeled and dragged him out of the table, half hugging him, the low laughter spread through the window to the courtyard. The few Jiadings who hadn’t gone far whispered: “What did the lord see and laugh like this in the middle of the night?”

“There are no joke books in our mansion. Isn’t the appointment a new side report? These days, there are good news, not to mention the adults are happy. How many of us are happy after listening?”

The voice outside the courtyard gradually lowered, and Xie Ying’s laughter also converged in a deep kiss. The portraits of the seniors of the Imperial Academy were still not turned out in the box, and Yang Yiqing didn’t even know that they were painted or not, but no one could care about it anymore.

In the end, they did not find Yang Yiqing’s portrait, so they had to change the image he was looking at with his back facing the army, and a few armor-piercing generals were added next to him to show that the military officers were working together to defend the frontier. Cui Xie remembers Wang Shouren’s face clearly, and he painted him as a white-robed scholar, riding on the horse gracefully, without losing the demeanor of the champion.

Behind the two of them was another sergeant with sharp armor and murderous aura, the flag flying high, and a great wall in the distance winding to the end of the picture.

Two new comics are on sale together, and when you buy the book, you will get such a two-book cover-sized color-printed border army poster. In addition to this picture, the first book also comes with predecessor authors expectations for the newcomer, and the second book also comes with readers opinion survey forms. Each message contains the readers name, which is regarded as a feedback to them at the garden party last time. stand by.

In September, the first batch of finished summer grains were transported to the border, and at the same time it was passed to the border city. There were also Jin Yiwei’s new book and a picture of Wang Yushi, a young white-robed general who showed the power of the Ming border army and a certain civil and military.

Looking at the figure of the civil official in the painting, Yang Fuxian couldn’t help but joking a few words: “This painter is so picky, he thinks I didn’t have such a good appearance as Wang Boan, so he didn’t paint my face.”

The guard **** and Wu’an Hou Zhengying, several commanders and colleagues, also laughed at themselves: “At any rate, the vice constitution wears a third-grade civil service color, and you can recognize it behind the back. We are left with the silver helmets and silvers of these people. A, I can’t tell who is who.”

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