My father Yongle, building a five-good family

Chapter 149 Invitation to Buy People’s Hearts

"This is Juyongguan..."

As the army moved forward, cleared the battlefield, and reached Juyong Pass, Zhu Gaoyu looked left and right, and as he looked at Juyong Pass in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh.

Juyongguan is located in the northern part of Peking, in a 40-mile canyon. As the throat of Peking, a hundred people are stationed here. To exaggerate a little, it can be kept out of sight of thousands of men.

After the "blitzkrieg" in the past few days, the Northern Army led by Prince Yan successively captured Zunhua, Miyun and Yongping in just a few days.

When Zhang Yu and Zhu Neng were attacking along Jizhou and Yongping, Zhu Di, with the force of a tiger and wolf, took over the Juyongguan Pass under Yu Zhen's command with the speed of a wolf swallowing it.

As Prince of Yan was coming with such force, Yu Zhen's army had to be defeated and flee. Yu Zhen himself also fled to Huailai and relied on Song Zhong for survival.

But... when Zhu Gaoyu heard this name from the Sultan beside him, his thick eyebrows couldn't help but twist together.

"Song Zhong... this name is really unlucky..."

Peng Er said nothing.

Song Zhong is a governor after all. If it weren't for Prince Yan's expedition to quell the rebellion, I'm afraid Peng Erlian wouldn't even have the chance to see him, let alone laugh at his unlucky name.

But...right now, Peng Er is working under Prince Dinghai, and he is doing pretty well!

Thinking of this, Peng Er couldn't help but smile. He reached out and touched the back of his head.

Just as I was thinking about it, the voice of Zhu Gaoyu came from the front:

"Have today's prisoners arrived yet?"

Peng Er quickly came to his senses, glanced at the Sultan next to him, and before the Sultan could speak, he answered hastily:
"We are here, we are here. Everything has been arranged in the camp and we are waiting for you, Your Highness."

Sudan turned his head, glanced at Peng Er, and said nothing.

However, Xiao Jixiang, seeing Peng Er rushing to reply, could not help but give Peng Er a sinister look.

As Peng Er walked, he tried hard to gain Zhu Gaoyu's favor.

He could see that each of King Yan's sons was extraordinary.

Although Zhu Gaoyu is young, he is extremely smart.

During this period, the Prince of Yan and his two brothers were fighting fiercely on the front line. Zhu Gaoxu and the Prince of Yan were like Zhao Zilong possessed, fighting their way in and out of the enemy's ranks...

Although this so-called "tens of thousands of troops" is more or less exaggerated...

But compared with his father and brothers, Zhu Gaoyu also made a lot of contributions.

Military rations are one of the logistics, and reforming and winning over prisoners of war is another.

Zhu Gaoyu kept talking and walked quickly, and soon he arrived at the temporary camp in the city.

When they saw him, many people in the camp smiled and shouted affectionately:
"Your Highness."

There were also a few people who followed from Peiping, as well as ordinary people from Miyun, Zunhua and other places. When they saw this, they also shouted with a smile.

When Zhu Gaoyu passed by them, he nodded naturally. When he came near the army's cook, he turned a corner naturally, sniffed intoxicatedly, and widened his eyes in surprise:
“We have bone soup today!”

How pitiful!
A good little prince was forced to go to the front line to fight and suffer, eating tasteless dry food all day long.

Now that we have finally settled down, we are just waiting for Prince Yan to capture Huaihua and completely control Peking. Only then do we feel like we have settled down and put down roots.

In previous battles of Jizhou, Zunhua, Miyun and others, the Northern Army led by Prince Yan all sought one word - "speed".

In addition, the battles in these cities were not large in scale and the casualties were not many.

Compared with previous battles, the upcoming Battle of Huaihua is the first major battle that the Northern Army will truly face.

The cooks thought, they have been eating dry rations for several days, and now they are about to have a big war, so they must eat something good, right?

I simply gritted my teeth, took out some money from my pocket, and bought some big bones from a fellow villager.

It is called big shank bones, but the villagers are very honest and there is still a lot of meat that has not been shaved clean on the big shank bones. When you put it in the pot and boil it, you don’t need to add almost anything, and it will become a pot of rich milky white broth.

At least Zhu Gaoyu hadn't eaten meat for a long time, so when he suddenly smelled the big bone soup, his saliva almost flowed down.

When the chef saw this, he quietly scooped up a large spoon and filled half a bowl for Zhu Gaoyu, which still had a lot of minced meat in it.

These days, Zhu Gaoyu eats and lives with the soldiers, and he doesn't have so many scruples or arrogance.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaoyu drank the big stick bone soup in one gulp.

Except that it was a little hot, the saltiness was a little light, and the pork had a bit of a fishy smell, everything else was pretty good...

Xiao Jixiang saw this scene from behind and couldn't help but tears up in his eyes. He took out a wrinkled handkerchief and tucked his eyes with it.

This is so unlucky!

Your Highness is the Prince of Dinghai, but in the end he has to suffer like this...

Although Xiao Jixiang knew that marching and fighting would inevitably involve suffering.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just say that some time ago, Zhu Gaoxu’s personal guards committed a crime. As a result, Zhu Gaoxu, as the Prince of Gaoyang, was beaten half to death by his own father, just to set an example.

But when he thought about the little prince, whom he had grown up with, suffering these hardships, Xiao Jixiang still felt sad.

He wished he could carry His Highness back to Peking himself, let His Highness eat and drink comfortably, and eat back the weight he had lost during this period of time.

Ugh……

When did His Highness fall to this state?

Zhu Gaoyu had no idea that he had only drunk a bowl of bone soup, but Xiao Jixiang behind him was thinking about so many things. He put the bowl and chopsticks back, and under the kind eyes of the head chef, he put his hands behind his back, took a 28-step walk, and walked away swayingly.

After Zhu Gaoyu left, the apprentice behind the master chef popped his head out.

The young disciple's eyes sparkled. When he saw Zhu Gaoyu walking away, he seemed to have sensed something:

"Master, is that the Prince of Dinghai?"

The master chef responded somewhat nonchalantly:
"OK."

The young disciple continued to sip his lips, "It is said that the Prince of Dinghai is very good at reforming prisoners of war. But after seeing him today, he looks even younger than I imagined..."

Before he could finish his words, the young disciple was hit on the head.

The master chef looked at him with dismay:
"The Prince of Dinghai doesn't put on airs, do you really think he's the same as the rest of us?"

"You dare to speak nonsense about the nobleman's words. You are so bold! Do you want to die?!"

The young disciple finally reacted, smiled awkwardly, slapped himself on the face, and said sincerely:

"Master, I am really confused! I won't make mistakes if it's not for your advice..."

"..."

……

After conquering Juyongguan, except for the defeated and fleeing Northern Army of the imperial court and the commander Yu Zhen, the remaining prisoners of war were divided into two parts.

One of them, naturally, decided to surrender.

However, some people chose to surrender, and naturally there were also some stubborn ones who stood on the court's side, regarded the King of Yan as a traitor, and refused to "go along with the Yan army."

As the person in charge of the reform of prisoners of war in the logistics department, Zhu Gaoyu was very skilled in this kind of work.

He took out a few of the gold beans he had gotten from his father, placed them in Xiao Jixiang's palm, and raised his chin.

When Xiao Jixiang saw the golden beans in his palm, he felt a little pain, but he also knew that His Highness was doing important work and could not delay it, and he could not stop working just because he felt sorry for the money.

In order to make His Highness' money worth spending, Xiao Jixiang should work harder!

After a while, Xiao Jixiang came back.

Behind him were four or five strong men, carrying a large wooden barrel. Inside the barrel was a milky white mutton soup with a bit of chopped green onions.

As soon as I smelled the meaty aroma floating in the air.

These hungry prisoners of war couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

They just didn't have high expectations.

It's an old trick.

Use food to lure them, and it would be best if they were asked to voluntarily join the Yan army and serve the King of Yan and his family.

But... to their surprise, Zhu Gaoyu did not use this to make things difficult for them.

He even seemed to see the urgency of the many prisoners present, and he took the initiative to urge Xiao Jixiang and others to distribute the mutton soup and bowls and chopsticks.

When the hot mutton soup reached their mouths, the prisoners were still a little bit unbelieving.

This mutton offal soup...are you really going to give it to them like this?
Is there any other trick?

But some clever ones blew the soup directly into their mouths, regardless of the fact that it was still scalding hot.

No matter whether there are any afterthoughts or not, what goes into your stomach is the real thing.

Even if they die, they want to die with a full stomach!

Because they were hungry, the soldiers drank very quickly.

After drinking a bowl of mutton soup, my limbs, which had been frozen stiff, gradually relaxed.

At this time, the limbs were almost warmed up, and the wounds that had been ignored began to feel stinging again.

And Zhu Gaoyu was like a worm in their stomachs.

At some point, he had already found a doctor from the city's traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

The doctor's heart was beating so fast under Zhu Gaoyu's gaze that he almost fainted.

But he is an experienced doctor after all, and his techniques are very experienced when it comes to bandaging wounds.

But after this series of actions, not only the captives were confused, even the old doctor in the clinic was confused.

Since ancient times, generals who did not kill prisoners were considered benevolent...

Zhu Gaoyu is having mutton soup and asking for a doctor's help. Could he be a prodigal son who thinks he has too much money?

Facing everyone's questioning gazes, Zhu Gaoyu raised his chin.

What's wrong with the prodigal son?
Have you eaten your rice?

People want to squander money, but they haven’t done anything yet!

The most important thing is... he did all this with his father's money to win people's hearts and prepare for his own team.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaoyu felt that he was very smart!

(End of this chapter)