Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 408 Black Water Plan
If you ask which is more important, a nearly unlimited gold mine or a vast expanse of black soil, an adult would definitely want both, but in terms of importance, the value of the land far exceeds that of the gold mine.

Gold and silver are just anchors. Everything they anchor comes from the land beneath their feet, the mountains, rivers, oceans, and valleys. It is all grown in nature and created by labor.

"A catastrophic war is bound to happen in this area. What you need to do now is to prepare for this war."

A huge map was hung in the room, covering an entire wall. Xia Lin stood under the map and drew a circle on the vast northeastern plain with a thin stick: "After the precipitation line expands northward, the entire area here will become a huge granary. The bitter and cold land of the past will become a battleground. Within three years, roe deer will be caught with sticks, fish will be scooped up with ladles, and pheasants will fly into the rice pot. It will become the largest grain producing area in the country."

"As the saying goes, it's easy to conquer a country but hard to keep it. The ethnic struggle here is too complicated, and there will definitely be internal forces joining the fight in the future. Someone once said to me, and I remember it very clearly, that is, since ancient times, we have seen loyal ministers being killed but never powerful ministers being killed. When people say that you hold the national weapon privately, you'd better really have it in your hand. Three tiger talismans mean 300,000 people. I don't care where these 300,000 people come from. It's up to you whether you recruit barbarians or lead the refugees to sinicize. But I need you to be able to lift up the table when others want to deal with you, and then break off the table legs and smash their heads."

After hearing Xia Lin's words, Xiao Chenzi's expression became solemn. He took a deep breath and said, "The road ahead is long and arduous."

"Don't you mean nonsense? If you want to activate the national treasure, you can't just dance and chant a spell. You need sacrifices. You don't need to sacrifice human lives. What is needed is your hard work, wisdom and youth. You only have three, and I have twelve!"

"Now there are nine." Xiao Chenzi glanced at him, even with a bit of grievance: "Three are not here for me."

"Then let's exchange. You take the nine and I'll guard the northern border for you."

"No." Xiao Chenzi shook his head resolutely: "My ability is only to command one route, I have never thought about the twelve border armies."

"I am only capable of being a county magistrate."

The two of them sighed at the same time, wishing they could burst into tears. This responsibility was really too big, even a little beyond their respective abilities.

But people, without exception, are forced to do what they want. If they don't push themselves to their limits, they won't know how strong they can be.

"After that, my idea is to gradually transfer the industry to the north, leaving only the commercial network in Fuliang. After the north develops, we will transfer talents back to the south to support it."

"Yeah." Xiao Chenzi held his chin and tapped on his notebook. "The minerals, woods and coal here are relatively abundant, and the costs in all aspects are relatively low. I have calculated that even if we produce here and then ship to the south, the cost will be 30% lower. But the prerequisite is that we need ports, and we need at least four ports."

"Make it!" Xia Lin waved his hand and said, "I made a fortune from suppressing the rebellion last time. Just do it."

Xiao Chenzi raised his hand and slowly put it down, then smiled and said, "You are lucky. The world is in your hands."

"I?"

Xia Lin walked to the door with his hands behind his back and then walked back: "What kind of life do I have? My surname is Xia, my given name is Lin, and my courtesy name is Daosheng. I was born on the roadside in the summer and abandoned in the forest. I was picked up by the Zhang family and raised with goat's milk. At the age of six, I was a companion to others. Fortunately, the young master taught me to read and write. When I was twelve, the family of my master fell into poverty. I ate swill for several years and carried hundreds of carts of manure. I suffered countless humiliations and was looked down upon by the stars."

"Fate?" Xia Lin narrowed his eyes. "If I believe in fate, I will just stay in Luoyang and be content with my small fortune. If I believe in fate, I will stay in Hongdu and be my consort. If I believe in fate, I will go along with the noble families in the world. Fate, what is fate? What fate do I have?"

Xia Lin's words shocked Xiao Chenzi's heart. Looking back, he was shocked to find that Xia Lin really had no luck along the way. He had avoided danger and managed to escape danger step by step. If he had taken a wrong step, he would have been shattered into pieces. He definitely could not be said to have a good life.

"Then what do you want?" Xiao Chenzi asked curiously, "I really want to know."

"What about you?"

“Auspicious times have three goals: to rise to prominence and be admired by all, to have peace and prosperity in the world, to live a happy life, and to live a long life and leave a name in history.”

"Fuck, you're so greedy."

Xiao Chenzi asked: "What about you?"

Xia Lin picked up a wild fruit from the plate, put it to his mouth and took a bite, then thought for a long time: "I don't know. If I have to have a wish, what I want is that thousands or even tens of thousands of years later, my descendants will not have to kowtow to white pigs, blue pigs, or green pigs."

“Why do you have to deal with pigs?”

"There's nothing we can do. The beastmen are rising." Xia Lin stretched lazily. "Pure-blooded humans are very difficult."

Although sometimes he couldn't understand what Xia Lin was saying specifically, Xiao Chenzi could understand the general meaning. He felt that Xia Daosheng was erratic and unstable, but his thoughts were very profound.

"Okay, now you say there will be a war in Heishui, so how should I deal with it? I am a civil servant, I don't know how to fight. I am the top scholar." Xiao Chenzi pointed at himself and emphasized: "Top scholar."

"You should destroy them just as Qin destroyed the six kingdoms. You are the top scholar, so you should know how to use this art of looking down on others. Don't forget, you still have three tiger talismans in your hand." "Oh, that's right."

Xia Lin got up and walked to the carriage outside, opened a box inside, took out three books and then walked back.

"Here are three books written by my teacher. Take them and read them. If you are not stupid, I guarantee you will become a military god in this small area."

After Xiao Chenzi got the book, he saw the name on it: "On Protracted War, Ten Major Military Principles, War and Strategic Issues..."

He randomly opened one of the books, which was the Ten Military Principles. It gave him a shocking shock: the main goal is to annihilate the enemy's active forces, not to defend or seize cities and places.

Then there is a very long interpretation and a large number of actual cases, analyzing the successes and failures of many war cases in history. Just a glance at it is enough to make Xiao Chenzi's skin tighten.

This is simply a guide from entry level to mastery in the field of military strategy. It categorizes and integrates the ever-changing battlefield in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, and guides readers step by step to think deeply about the policies and strategies when fighting the enemy.

"This should be your sect's secret, right? You're going to give it to me too?"

"Hey, isn't this all for you?" Xia Lin patted Xiao Chenzi on the shoulder and said, "Study hard. These books are enough for you to learn for half your life."

After that, Xia Lin went to rest, while Xiao Chenzi sat at the table, munching on a steamed bun and holding a candle until dawn. At first glance, he seemed mysterious, but if he read them carefully, he would find that these books were of great wisdom and applicable to all situations. It is not an exaggeration to say that the strategic ideas and tactical guidelines in them are at least... many years ahead of the current thinking mode.

Combining it with Sun Tzu's Art of War, Xiao Chenzi suddenly felt that he was extremely powerful after reading it. He wished he could lead a team to the Turkic royal court and use mobile warfare to kill them all.

But it was already morning, and he hadn't slept all night. He thought he should get some sleep first...

As for Xia Lin, he was quite relaxed today, wandering among the white mountains and black waters with his entourage. To the people nowadays, this was a barbaric land, full of dangers.

But for Xia Lin, this place is all about hot pot dumplings, iron pot stewed daneh, and Changbai Mountain cold water big fish head...

This is definitely our own beautiful land, how could there be the slightest bit of strangeness and fear?

Because the current season is relatively good, Gongsun Hongyuan, who was brought all the way from Fuliang to outside the Great Wall by him, has now changed from male soldier clothes back to women's clothes. She picked a lot of wild fruits along the way and was tasting them carefully.

But just as he was strolling, suddenly a group of barbarian soldiers rushed over from the front. These people had braided hair, decorated with wild boar teeth, and inserted pheasant tails as crowns. Judging from their attire, they should be members of the Mohe tribe, which is the powerful Jurchen tribe in the future.

They rode their horses and came straight towards Xia Lin. The guards who were accompanying them had already taken out their shotguns. If these people had any intention of attacking, they would be shot away with all their armor.

Fortunately, the leading Mohe man got off his horse about fifty meters in front of them, followed by the others.

"Welcome guests from afar, I am the leader of the Black Water Mohe tribe."

The man stepped forward and saluted Xia Lin, who bowed three times in return: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

These Mohe people who looked like savages looked at each other, as if they had something to hide. Finally, the leader spoke up, "We would like to invite the Han envoy to come to the tribe to have a chat."

Xia Lin pursed his lips, not afraid of the Hongmen Banquet, so he waved his hand and led his men to their tribe under the leadership of the chief who called himself Qi En Meng.

The Heishui Mohe is a small tribe among the Mohe people, with about 3,500 people. The largest Baishan Mohe has more than 10,000 people. In comparison, the gap in strength between the two feuding tribes is quite large.

After Xia Lin came to their tribe, they served him roasted deer legs as a symbol of honor as a distinguished guest, as well as dried fish baked on stone slabs. The taste was not bad, but it was just so-so, after all, it was full of wild flavor.

Judging from the situation, it must be that these Jurchen ancestors have something to ask of Xia Lin. He was not in a hurry, but just sat in the tribe and watched the sisters in the tribe imitate the dancing of small animals to entertain them. They ate food full of wild smell and drank fruit wine with obviously excessive alcohol content.

To be honest, life is still hard.

"Mr. Han Envoy."

After three glasses of fruit wine, the Mohe leader suddenly shouted, "We want to be Han Chinese!"

(End of this chapter)