Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 290 A Gradually Cold Heart
Snowflakes are fluttering, forming a thick layer of clothes on the ground. The ground has been thirsty for a long time, and the wheat seedlings are trying their best to absorb water. It is expected that there will be a good harvest next year.

Holding the binoculars in his hand, Zhu Yixi kept observing the Chuangjun in the distance, as well as the quaint and huge city of Xi'an with a slight afterimage.

This is the place where his predecessor lived for nearly 20 years, and Zhu Yixi can feel that deep in his heart, he still has a little nostalgia for it.

In other words, it is the desire for the Qin Palace.

After all, for himself, his real starting point is also in Xi'an City.

Even if it is still twenty miles away from that city.

On the high tower, the cold wind was blowing, and the air-conditioning was overwhelming. Even though she was wrapped tightly, Zhu Yixi still felt uncomfortable.

After quickly returning to the ground, King Yu stomped his feet vigorously: "What do those generals say?"

Sun Changzhou on the side hurriedly bent over and said, "Bai Guangen has already been tempted, and the others are still hesitating."

"Too!"

Zhu Yixi smiled and rubbed his hands: "He fought side by side with me after all, and he has a better relationship with me. He thinks he can have a good position with this level."

"Others are hesitant, but they are still intimidated by Li Zicheng!"

King Yu's analysis spurred him in, and Sun Changzhou agreed with him from the bottom of his heart: "These people have two heads and two heads, and they only care about one-third of an acre of land in Shaanxi. How can they compare with His Highness, and they have the world in their hearts."

"Hahaha!"

Zhu Yixi smiled, looked into Sun Changzhou's eyes, and said seriously: "What you said is the truth."

"By the way, what are the prices in Xi'an?"

"Food prices have risen to three taels per stone, and it seems that its situation is still going up."

Sun Changzhou gloated and said, "The price of firewood has continued to rise, nearly ten times, and there is still no market for the price."

"I heard that many families have already dismantled their beds to warm themselves by the fire."

Hearing this, Zhu Yixi smiled slightly, and said to himself: "Li Zicheng thought that food and grass would become our lifeblood."

"But how did he know that when he was besieged under the city of Xi'an, all counties in Xi'an Prefecture, as well as other prefectures and counties, were continuously sending us food."

"Rice, rice, oil, salt, no firewood, so what if there is food? How can we survive this winter?"

Speaking of this, Zhu Yixi snorted coldly: "Although it is very bad for the common people, and many people will freeze to death, it is definitely not easy for burglars."

"Hey, for the great cause, the people can only be wronged."

Zhu Yixi sighed.

A cold hand caressed his chest, bringing a hint of coolness.

I don't know when it started, the people are getting farther and farther away from him, like a string of numbers, and the guilt in his heart is buried far away.

In his mind, the great cause of revitalizing Daming has surpassed everything else.

Perhaps this is the necessary quality for heroes!

Liu Bang can ride in a horse-drawn carriage, and even joked about cooking his father in front of the army; Cao Cao didn't change his face, used the meat of the people as army rations, and massacred Xuzhou; ...

Everything is for the great cause, and there are still necessary sacrifices.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yixi suddenly thought of Yangzhou and Jiangnan in the distance, where a massacre might be about to happen, but he deliberately ignored it and led the troops to Shaanxi.

"Let's go!" The more she thought about it, Zhu Yixi's mood suddenly deteriorated.

Such a cold-hearted person was what he hated the most, but he never thought that he would become such a person.

Is this an improvement, or a regression.

Zhu Yixi didn't know it, but she deeply understood that everything had changed, and she couldn't go back to the past.

For example, for women, apart from Miaoxian, he no longer has such a luxury as love in his heart, only enjoyment and occupation, and the need to reproduce offspring.

"We have enough charcoal!"

King Yu rode on his horse and walked slowly, leaving a series of horseshoe marks on the thick snow.

As the saying goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.

The Chuang army thought that they had blocked the lifeline of the Ming army, and attacked the grain roads recklessly, which was a bet that the Ming army would be defeated due to insufficient food and grass.

I don't know the reality of the Ming army's food and grass.

Zhu Yixi, on the other hand, knew everything about Chuangjun.

As the cold winter continues to deepen, the demand for charcoal fires from its army and its own people is increasing day by day.

As we all know, the felling of the past dynasties and the population growth in Guanzhong have basically left Xi'an Prefecture with no mature trees.

Merchants are often required to transport them from the Qinling Mountains, which can never bring a little warmth to the people of Xi'an.

Without food, you can still persist for a few days.

But there is no firewood to keep warm, and in this winter, one night's work is enough to kill.

A wind and cold can make the Chuang army collapse without a fight.

Of course, Zhu Yixi never fights an unprepared battle, and does not pin all his hopes on it.

If Li Zicheng spared no expense, such as demolishing residential buildings in Xi'an to ensure the heating of the army, this plan will naturally fail.

Therefore, he still has a little-known backup—secret passage.

Long before Sun Chuanting decided to leave Xi'an and go to Tongguan, he already knew that he was bound to lose.

Therefore, at all costs, a tunnel was dug at the boundary of the plague camp, leading to the city, and a secret passage was created.

When necessary, it is lore.

With a sneer, King Yu inspected the military camps stretching for more than ten miles, supplying food and grass, clothing, charcoal fire, drills, public opinion in the army, etc.

Apparently there was a surge of discontent in the army amid his demands for a more cautious defense, but that was to be expected, and a little reassurance was all it took.

The biggest requirement for logistics is to ensure sufficient heating, and the wind and cold must not be allowed to prevail.

Li Zicheng was quite irritable when he entered the camp during the confrontation.

In Chuangjun, wind and cold prevailed widely.

Insufficient charcoal fires, corruption in the army, and the fact that some soldiers were from the south made the wind and cold extremely fierce.

It has reached nearly ten thousand people.

"Have all the doctors been invited?"

Li Zicheng's only eyes were full of exhaustion, and he looked at Niu Jinxing and said.

"Your Majesty, all the doctors in the city have been invited, and they are trying their best to see a doctor and make medicine."

Niu Jinxing said in a deep voice: "The situation in the army is said to be caused by the lack of charcoal fire. The doctors only say that it is the addition of charcoal fire, otherwise the symptoms will not be cured."

"How can there be so much charcoal and firewood?"

Li Zicheng sighed: "Let the big guys endure as much as possible, the Ming army is short of food, they can survive, let alone us?"

Niu Jinxing hesitated to speak for a long time, before he said: "Your Majesty, Chang'an City is also short of charcoal fires, and hundreds of people freeze to death every day, and the price of food is also high. If we don't control it, the consequences will be disastrous."

Li Zicheng nodded. After all, it was his own capital, so he was still a little touched.

The death of so many people is also a kind of damage to his face.

"His grandma's, it can't be delayed any longer!"

Li Zicheng's face was solemn, and he said loudly: "Fighting, I want to kill this Zhu family boy."

(End of this chapter)