The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

The King of England has been a little annoyed these days.

Of course it is a good thing for the capital to send money.

But how to divide it, he hasn't figured it out yet.

But no matter how it is divided, it is true that this money cannot pass through the treasury.

After that experience, how many more things can fall on the frontier soldiers?

Those civil servants are not vegetarians. They have iron teeth when talking to the outside world, and they are even more unambiguous when talking to the outside world. As soon as Wei Hejin left, there was no way for the border troops in Guanzhou to confront them head-on...

"Your Majesty, Mr. Yan is waiting at the door and wants to come in to say hello to you." The little eunuch whispered.

"Yan Huaian? Why is he here?" The King of England thought for a moment and wanted to understand why Yan Er came here at this time. Yes, this is also a man who wants money.

"Let him in."

The little eunuch turned around neatly.

He was stopped by the King of England again.

"Si'an, ask the kitchen to prepare some snacks. When Yan Er leaves, let him take it with him."

The little eunuch retreated.

…

Yan Laoer was led by an unfamiliar little eunuch.

He just wanted to get close to the child, but he didn't want the little eunuch to declare his family status.

"Mr. Yan Qi, my servants are safe. Your Majesty has accepted a few of our young ones to serve under you. You are not here enough, so you should watch the servants' faces."

"It's the little father-in-law of Si'an!" Yan Laoer subconsciously looked at the person. The little eunuch seemed to have eyes behind his back. He turned around in time to let him see clearly.

He has a small, fair face with thin eyebrows and narrow eyes. He is not smiling, but he can feel a kindred spirit.

"This way please, be careful of the steps." Si'an paused slightly and said.

Yan Laoer said in a low voice: "My dear father-in-law of Si'an, let's say goodbye to outsiders. We are all from our own family. When we have free time in the future, we will often come to my house to visit."

Si'an's eyebrows smiled like two pairs of crescent moons.

"Before the father-in-law returned to his hometown to build a house, he arranged for slaves to serve in the prince's courtyard." He said in a soft voice: "The prince is thinking about the young master in his heart, and has thought about it twice..."

Yan Laoer expressed his gratitude.

The two exchanged a few more words and arrived at the prince's courtyard.

…

"Your Majesty, look at this." Yan Laoer came prepared.

He took out a rope from his arms.

The King of England glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.

What does it mean?

"The young master was so tall when he first came to my house, and he is so tall now!" Yan Laoer pinched the almost invisible section with his fingers, and said with an exaggerated expression: "You've grown taller just by seeing it!"

"My wife and the mistress's mother have also been weighed. Please let me show off first. When the young master comes home, you can weigh yourself again. I'm sure it will be heavier than before..."

Yan Laoer's face was beaming with joy. He said nothing else when he called in. He told the young master everything about dressing, eating, and playing. Then he talked about his uncle Wang and the prince's house. The village also dug a ditch for the house. , and talked about his own paddy fields again along the ditch.

"...It's next to the river, so it's easy to divert water. Our family got a wooden tray for raising seedlings. The boss spread it with soil and planted it in the house. When it lights up, it starts popping up. The waiter goes to see it several times a day. It's us. She had no experience, so the waiter's teacher, the female official Mu invited from Beijing, said that the seeds seemed to be sown a little secretly, and she didn't know if the delay would delay the growth, so the waiter got very angry.

Now that the grain merchants are going back to the south, we are wondering whether we should find a few people to go south to learn from them. Ms. Mu also said that the people in the south are experienced in growing rice. They came in a big boat and they didn't need to take a few of us with them. . "

Yan Laoer deliberately looked at the King of England's face and considered, "It would be better if you could give us more space and bring some goods. After selling the money, we can buy some food back from the south."

"Didn't I just change a lot of food?" the prince said casually.

"After the fair, I thought that the food exchanged would be enough to last for a while, but as soon as the new soldiers recruited by the imperial court arrived..." Yan Laoer changed his face very quickly, and matched his voice with full grievance: "A whole five thousand people! It's too many, All of them are strong young men who can eat. They asked me to train them all and then assign them to fill the vacancies. This is also true. But my lord, when I came back and thought about it, this is not right! I am a soldier, but I can use it to chew people's heads. Give it to me? Ask anyone who doesn’t have it..."

He looked at the King of England pitifully and said emotionally: "Your Majesty, I can only count on you!"

"Everyone is counting on me, who can I count on?" the King of England said helplessly.

After listening to Yan Er's chatter for a long time, the King of England also relaxed and said what was in his heart: "The reward given by the court this time is still a false reward, half of it is gold and silver, and the other half is a gold ticket, which needs to be exchanged at the Ministry of Household Affairs. Alas ! The frontier army defeated Beirong in a big way and should be rewarded; the dead and wounded should be cared for; I know the situation of the tigers. Master Tian borrowed debts for the people, both public and private. I should subsidize them. How can I use the gold tickets from the Ministry of Household Affairs? It's so easy to exchange, Guanzhou is in trouble, and the imperial court is not much better."

"Just over there..." The King of England weakly pointed to the west and said slowly: "The Prince of Qi has run away, and the war is about to break out. We in Guanzhou are on guard, and Beijing is also on guard. I have reported that everything is fine. , but believe it or not, in private, the troops and horses in the DPRK must be dispatched frequently, and it will not take many days to deploy defenses in important places in the capital."

"I don't know how much military resources will be consumed in fighting this battle. The imperial court also has too much time to take care of itself..."

The King of England sighed heavily.

I don’t want to talk any more.

Difficult, all difficult.

The King of England added: "We know some things, but we cannot say them to others, for fear of causing trouble."

This is also his dilemma. Xizhou has strong soldiers and horses, but Guanzhou is not enough.

He followed Yan Huaiwen's advice, using the imaginary to be real and the real to be imaginary, with the intention of blurring King Qi's sight.

Secretly deploying troops to guard the border defense line, pretending to be peaceful on the surface, and not mentioning it at all, so as not to make people panic and become timid before fighting.

Yan Laoer stood up from his seat, walked to the King of England, and squatted down.

Looking up at the King of England from a close distance, he said sincerely: "Your Majesty, please send me to Leshan. The name is to suppress bandits. I want to go to Xizhou from there to inquire."

His eyes were particularly sincere: "Our two prefectures are on guard against each other. It is impossible to go to Xizhou from Huju. There are many mountains in Leshan Prefecture. I will go further away in case there is a loophole to exploit."

"It's too dangerous, and it's not necessary." The King of England has been guarding the border for many years. He is not just an empty pretentious person who expects his subordinates to fight. He still understands it very well.

"The King of Qi is eager to win, so he must charge up a strike with the power of thunder. The battlefield will only be at the border or under the city. I have sent people to closely investigate the movements of the Xizhou Army. When the opponent's army sets out, the two armies will confront each other. time."

Yan Laoer: That’s not possible. Why can’t he go? He must go!

"Your Majesty, please let me go. My new barracks won't be of use in a short time. Why don't you let me pull some people out to suppress bandits and train troops while also inquiring about the news in Xizhou? I can't eat a large group of people, but if We are still confident that we can capture this small patrol team. If we are lucky enough to rob their convoy transporting grain and grass, we will catch them!"

After a major overhaul, I posted it again in the middle of the night, yuh uh uh~

I don’t know if I can express the feeling I want you to see~

Well, this is a bit convoluted, it’s just the picture I imagined in my mind~~

From the perspective of the King of England, Yan Laoer’s character card should be a confidant~

Where is Lao Yan? Where is the waiter? Hey, if you don’t tell me, you can probably guess it, right? (*▽*)