At the end of Song Dynasty: I want to be the master of ZTE

Chapter 347 19 years

In the blink of an eye, time has entered the end of 19, and it is just one New Year's Eve before the end of the armistice agreement between Song and Yuan Dynasties.

At this time, heavy snow was flying, and the snow on the ground was knee-deep. Even so, the soldiers on both sides of the front line were guarding the city tightly and did not dare to neglect at all.

The so-called surprise is to attack someone unprepared. Now that the peace talks are about to end and it is the end of the year, who knows whether the other party will suddenly attack?

In Cangzhou City, after Zhang Shijie inspected the granary, the guards on his left and right immediately held umbrellas and handed them over.

Zhang Shijie pushed away and said: "There is no wind in the city. A certain family still needs to hold an umbrella. What about the soldiers at the top of the city?"

After saying that, he walked into the wind and snow.

After all, I was 65. When I went from indoors to outdoors, I felt a chill immediately.

Zhang Shijie took out a red chili pepper and put it into his mouth, chewed it for a while with a grin on his face, exhaled a white breath, and shouted: "Happy!"

"The marshal is very cheerful." Li Sanlang approached and said, "Tanma came to report that the Tatars are moving frequently and may be planning to launch an attack."

Zhang Shijie replied: "Just order all ministries to be on strict alert."

"Marshal, as the saying goes, strike first to gain advantage and strike later to suffer disaster, why not we..." Li Sanlang made a gesture of slitting his neck.

"The purpose of keeping our promise is not for the sake of the Tatar court, but to gain the trust of the army and the people. If we take the initiative to attack now, it will be difficult to recruit and surrender in the future.

I have been waiting for five years, and this is the moment. "Zhang Shijie said.

While talking, the two arrived at the Marshal's Mansion. Zhang Shijie took a potato and roasted it slowly on the stove.

Li Sanlang followed suit and sighed: "Since the arrival of sweet potatoes and corn, the army in the north has sufficient food, but it is trapped in the peace talks and cannot march."

When originally grown in greenhouses, sweet potatoes yielded the highest yields, but they were not satisfactory in the north. In the Heilongjiang estuary, the harvest was almost non-existent, but potatoes were unexpected.

Today, Guwei Island is located in the lower reaches of Heilongjiang, that is, looking north of Yongming City. Potatoes have become a very common crop, making a considerable contribution to the food supply in the north.

Zhang Shijie turned over the potatoes and said, "It's not for food, but for mortars.

You have also seen that guy. Four or five people are running with cannons and ammunition on their backs, but they are much more powerful than the general cannon.

Your Majesty was probably waiting for this guy when he stopped the war. I guess if the Tatars didn't come, we might have to wait for the artillery shells. "

"There are really few artillery shells. If we want to put all our efforts into production, we will only get more than [-] rounds a year. If we really start fighting, they will all be used up in a few days." Li Sanlang felt very complicated.

It is not difficult to produce mortars. What is difficult is the shells, or to be precise, the fuses.

Unlike the pull of a grenade, the mortar shell is ignited by impact, which has a higher technical content and higher assembly requirements.

After two years, Zhang Shijie's department only received [-] shells out of a stockpile of [-] artillery shells.

"In fact, there are quite a few." Zhang Shijie said with emotion: "I think the number of sky thunders was also small at the beginning, so we won one battle after another."

"Yes, it's just a pity that Marshal Jiang can't lead his troops north." Li Sanlang sighed.

"Time is also destiny." Zhang Shijie shook his head and said, "I would rather die on the battlefield than die in bed."

Jiang Cai was about the same age as Zhang Shijie, but the so-called old man was ambitious and could actually lead troops. However, Jiang Cai was injured too many in his early years, especially when he was stationed in Yangzhou, and his body really couldn't stand it anymore.

At the beginning of last year, he fell into a coma due to a back sore attack, but was rescued. The emperor was rewarded and sent Li Tingzhi as an angel to bring him back to Chengtian Mansion for training.

The reason why Li Tingzhi was sent was of course because of their friendship, and he was afraid that others would not be able to invite this great god to return to the court.

It's just that my body is exhausted, and I can barely hold on for a year, but I really can't hold on anymore.

At this time, the emperor was sitting by the bed, holding Jiang Cai's withered hand, feeling sad.

"Your Majesty, life and death are determined by fate, so there is no need to force it." Jiang Cai advised. "My father has been fighting on the battlefield all his life and has never enjoyed any blessings. Now... the sky is not a holiday." Zhao Shi said.

"Seeing the resurgence of the country is the greatest blessing. If we say regrets, it's probably that we didn't see Master Wang enter Dadu.

However, the country's troops and horses are strong only in the morning and evening. "Jiang Cai smiled.

Seeing that Jiang Cai was so open-minded, Zhao Shi calmed down and asked, "Do you have any explanation about what happened after your death?"

"Your Majesty must have generously rewarded me with great honors, but my son Jiang Yun was not worthy enough to inherit the title. Please order your youngest son Jiang Xiao to inherit the title," Jiang Cai said.

Jiang Cai's eldest son died young, and Jiang Yun was supposed to take over the throne, but Jiang Yun was ineffective. He was either sleeping in the willows, sleeping in flowers, or dying of drunkenness all day long. It was really a disgrace to Marshal Jiang's reputation.

In fact, Jiang Xiao was just an average person. He relied on Jiang Cai's protection to accompany him to the court, but he was completely incomparable to Wen Fosheng's brothers. He had no spirituality at all and was not an official material.

Fortunately, as long as he is matched with a good prime minister, being a king is quite good.

Zhao responded to Jiang Cai's request and asked other questions.

"There is nothing else." Jiang Cai said: "I am truly lucky to be able to follow Your Majesty for three lifetimes. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to hold the saddle and stirrup for Your Majesty."

Zhao Shi smiled and said: "If there is an afterlife, I don't need you to lead the horse, just drive the armored chariot for me."

After returning to Beijing for more than a year, the emperor visited him every now and then and chatted a lot. Jiang Cai naturally knew what an armored car was.

If there is an afterlife, it might not be possible to open it.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Cai fell asleep, so Zhao covered him with a quilt and left quietly.

Jiang Xiao was guarding outside the door. Jiang Yun had wandered off to nowhere. The emperor didn't pay much attention and asked Jiang Xiao to take good care of him before leaving.

As soon as we boarded the car, a bodyguard rushed over and said: "Your Majesty, Chen Wenlong, the assistant minister of the cabinet, did not wake up from his nap. The imperial doctor examined him and he died!"

Zhao Shi was furious and asked sternly: "My Lingtai Hospital is constantly checking, how could something like this happen?"

This is obviously not something that a messenger can answer.

When he arrived at the cabinet in a hurry, he saw Li Tingzhi standing under the pavilion with his hands behind his back, unmoved by the cold wind.

It was difficult for Zhao to criticize Li Tingzhi, so the team yelled at him: "The cold wind is coming, do you want to kill my hands and feet by freezing them?"

"Your Majesty, please do not be angry." Li Tingzhi came back to his senses and said: "I am thinking about the replacement for the cabinet, and I specifically asked not to disturb you."

Zhao Shi was still displeased and said, "Mr. Chen has passed away. Prime Minister Li should take good care of his body."

Chen Wenlong was 63 years old and died in his dream. Li Tingzhi was [-] years old and died without saying anything.

Li Tingzhi took the initiative to admit his mistake and led the emperor into Chen Wenlong's official residence.

In the third courtyard, the assistant officer's office is in the front, Chen Wenlong's office is in the middle, and the last place is where the interviewer rests.

At this time, Chen Wenlong's wife, concubines, and children were all there, crying together.

In fact, compared to the original history, Chen Wenlong today is really in mourning.

In the original trajectory, Chen Wenlong decided to rebel in Zhangpu and Xinghua by participating in political affairs. After the Yuan army went south, he sent envoys to Xinghua twice to persuade Wenlong to surrender, but he was burned and killed both times.

Because his subordinates surrendered to the enemy, he and his family were captured by the Yuan army. When facing the surrender, Chen Wenlong pointed to his belly and said: "This article of justice can force others to do evil!"

He started a hunger strike while being escorted to Hangzhou. When passing through Hangzhou to pay homage to Yuefei Temple, he died of exhaustion.

Tragic and tragic, it is not a bad thing that he passed away in his sleep now.

(End of this chapter)