"If you look up to the great affairs of the country, don't be in a hurry with the army, and the important thing of the army, don't be ahead of the horse..."
Not long after Yang Yiqing visited the border, he ordered an urgent delivery shop to send a memorial to Beijing, reporting several major malpractices of Shaanxi Yuanma Temple, which provided military horses for Ningxia, Gansu, and Shaanxi. The horse administration was unhappy, the military horses were insufficient, and many war horses even had high bones and hair loss, and they were about to fall.
While he started to build castles, stables, and barracks from Ningxia, he was going to hold officials in Shaanxi's horse administration to account, and pay attention to the local horse administration.
Yuanma Temple’s supervision has been neglected for too long, and half of the pastures have been reduced to the private land of vassal kings and guards, and many places called pastures are actually wasteland. Yang Yiqing resolutely recaptured the detained horse farm from the local vassal guard King Su; he took refugees and military prisoners to the border pasture to grow grass and raise horses; he tried to grow sweet potatoes and highland barley on the wasteland to supply food to the border army...
In addition, he will restore the gold medal system of tea and horse trading with Xifan, prohibit smuggling, and return the 60-year-old tea and horse trading rights to the hands of the imperial court.
Wang Shouren patrolled the border for him, trained sergeants together with the local commander and eunuch guarding, and pulled people out of the gate to repair the fort.
The horse farm is twenty or thirty miles away from the prefecture, and there are often Tartar skirmishers waiting for an opportunity to plunder, flying back and going again, but the frontier troops cannot catch up, and a lot of horses and fodder are lost every year. Wang Yushi led people to build a side fort outside the racecourse, built a high observation deck in the corner, and then took out the telescope brought in Jingli, and sent people to monitor the Mongolian army lurking outside Caocheng every day.
In this era of no camouflage clothing, no matter how strong the latent technology is, it is not as good as an eight-fold telescope.
The Tatar soldiers who once traversed the grasslands and used the Shaanxi racecourse as their own back garden soon found out in horror that the Shaanxi Ming army suddenly made a desperate Zhuge Liang—
No matter when they attacked, no matter how long they had been in ambush in advance, when they rushed outside the Ming army's horse field, they were always waiting for them to be neatly clothed to reject the horses and fully armed and armored cavalry.
If you have a temporary intention, it is better to go straight to the racecourse; the more carefully planned in advance, the more traps you will encounter when you lurk outside the racecourse for many days to wait for the enemy's negligence. This pasture, which had taught them to be invincible, was full of low tripwires, bristle bristle, and the Ming army hiding in the grass, replenishing a row of bullets in time when their warhorses fell.
Among the herdsmen and businessmen who passed on the news to them, there must be spies from the Ming army!
Huosi, the leader of the Tatar Goljing Banner, who was standing outside the pass, was furious in his chest. Shortly after the large cavalry fell under the newly built city wall by the Ming army, he glared at the city wall and waved his division back coldly. Not long after, a small group of cavalrymen dropped a bunch of heads that were suspected of being transparent outside the racecourse, turned around and walked away.
Wang Shouren and Zheng Ying, the Marquis of Wu'an, who were patrolling outside the new wall, saw that their eyes were cracked and their blood was surging. They immediately led the army into the grassland for more than ten miles and wiped out the group of captives.
Bian Jun's victories were handed over one by one, Wang Shouren waving a long sword, and the figure of leading the troops to fight suddenly appeared on the paper.
Wang Zhuangyuan was also the first batch of people to receive the news. After reading it, he followed Xie An's example.
However, he was wearing official boots, not high-bottomed clogs, and he couldn't knock the teeth of the clogs when he went out.
In addition to admiring his bearing, everyone recalled his style of chasing Wang Shouren with a wooden pestle, and sighed, "I would rather have this son if I don't have this father? Wang Bo'an usually goes into battle to kill the enemy."
Then... What about Cui Yuegu, a wellness guide expert who can block Wang Xueshi's full blow
Their Hanlin Academy is really hiding dragons and crouching tigers. If they had sent out a few wars earlier, they might have been able to beat the little prince in one fell swoop!
Not only did the scholars think of Cui Xie, but Shengren Wang also thought about Cui Xie at the border, thinking about the telescope he gave him—this thing is really an artifact. The movement is as straight as a palm pattern, clearly discernible.
When he wrote to the court himself, he wrote a few more sentences about the benefit of Cui Xie borrowing his telescope, and asked the Ministry of Industry to do more and send it to the border, so that every border castle could be equipped with it.
When Liu Ge Lao saw this report, he suddenly remembered that Cui Xie first suggested to the court to buy the method of firing transparent glass from the sea merchants and use glass instead of crystal stone to make lenses, and he couldn't help saying to Li Dongyang: "Your family is always more careful than others. , and pay attention to saving money in small places. Previously, the plaster was changed into cement, and it was also necessary to make glass recipes - the Ministry of Work had to be able to burn transparent glass, I don’t know how much money I would save.”
Fortunately, although there is no glass-burning method, the Ministry of War has stored some lenses in bits and pieces over the years, and the nine-sided guards, imperial envoys, and eunuchs are still enough to get a telescope for each person. Although the guards of the small border fort and pier did not have binoculars, they transported cement to the border every year, which was enough for them to repair the city wall and stop the cavalry from outside the border.
Li Dongyang pondered for a while, then hesitantly opened his mouth: "Do you think my disciple has really met something? Otherwise, how could he come up with a way to convert plaster into cement, and use crystal glasses to make telescopes and microscopes? "And his strange attitude of treating overseas enemies as his confidants, starting from the compilation of Jinyiwei comic strips...
Zhang Guozhang often said that Cui Xie had met an immortal on the hill next to his ancestral tomb. Although this was nonsense, Cui Xie really seemed to be somewhat wise and different from ordinary people.
Liu Shoufu didn't think so much, and said with a smile: "Your disciple is a champion, naturally it is different from our second-class scholars. Maybe in the future not only the son of the champion of Shi'an can be a sage, but your disciple of the champion can also be a sage. Well. Didn't you ask him to make up a comic strip again? You simply asked him to add the paragraph of Wang Bo'an to the book, so that the common people could also see the might of the Ming Dynasty."
Li Dongyang is a traditional literati after all, and I am embarrassed to publicly praise that a certain disciple is born with wisdom, talent, and must become a sage. He put this thought aside, went to Cui Xie, and asked him to add a scene of Wang Shouren chasing the Huosi Department in his new book and returning with a great victory.
Mr. Li knew that the writers of his generation had more or less a hobby of putting their names behind their hearts, so he first told his disciples: "Just call Wang Hanlin directly, don't call them Wang Wei and Wang Changling, his father himself uses the name Wang Wei, you can't messed up the generations."
Cui Xie also knew this well and asked, "Does that imply that their father and son are both champions?"
Fine. They have all moved Jinyiwei to Datang, what else is there to dare to write? It's just that the telescope has to be blurred. After all, this is a weapon of the military, and it is not suitable for spreading to the people.
Choi Seop is very good at dealing with this. If no one cares, he dares to make Wang Shengren grow eyes on his forehead, but Jin Yiwei has been realistic for so many years, and suddenly introduces a magical painting style to avoid scaring readers. Let Yushi Wang raise a few grass and insects that understand human nature and can recognize the enemy's... .
A few eagles and pigeons are flying above the head of the army... any kind of bird won't do, don't they have to be shot down when they fly over? Even if it flies high and can't beat it, an experienced sergeant can see that it is raised by humans to keep watch. Only bugs are hidden and safe, and they are the necessary information-gathering equipment for fighting at home.
He called several authors over and asked them to rush to revise the manuscript.
Under the supervision of Li Zhaoxian, Thousands of Words have been written smoothly in "Forcing the Wind and Clouds". The first volume has even drawn the characters and fine line drafts, and it will be published only after adding a painted cover. However, editor-in-chief Cui requested to revise the draft, adding the light of Hanlin and Wang Shouren, whose military exploits spread all over the world.
After Jin Yiwei entered the court and was commended, he first wrote a story about the imperial censor of the border town of Datang injuring the generals of the little prince, laying a shallow foreshadowing for the barbarians to loot the treasures of the Tang Dynasty as tribute to the Tang Dynasty.
The rest of the word count is just enough for the second book. In comparison, the content of the second book was more than the first book, so Cui Xie simply drew the two books together and asked people to print them together.
It's a pity that Wang Shouren's appearance was wrong. The cover of the first part was already set to be Xie Ying, and the second part did not appear without him, so I can't give him a separate color picture, and I can only draw it after the official army appears.
Cui Xie licked his pen beside the ink pool, and flicked a few dried bloodstains that were almost ink-colored on Xie Ying's scarlet clothes. Then, with the bloody inks, he inscribed the upright Taige body on the side of the painting. book title.
The Fortress of Jinyiwei, Volume 2 of The Wind and Clouds.
Xie Ying occupied the cover of both books, and the second book only had more statues of national treasures and jade than the first. Xie Ying felt a little embarrassed looking at it, leaning on the table and said: "It's not good to repeat this way, the first book is actually It's time to paint Wang Yushi, Yang Fuxian and the others who really meet the enemy at the border."
Cui Xie snorted: "Looking back, we should draw a propaganda map of the border, so that the people will know that it is those border troops who sacrificed their lives to kill the enemy, and we will have a peaceful life in the border."
It's a pity that he can't remember what Yang Yiqing looks like.
Xie Ying still remembered something: "He is not very beautiful, he has no beard, there are rumors that he is a celestial eunuch, and he himself seems to say that he is a reincarnation of a lay monk, so he does not have a mustache. I remember your trip back home, I I cleaned up the study for you, and I have seen the small photos of important officials in the DPRK that you drew, do you have any of his?"
It doesn't seem like they were painted by their authors at that time.
Cui Xie didn't remember much either. Xie Ying put away the paintings by himself and didn't send them back to Cui's house. When the two of them talked about it, the more they talked, the more they cared about it, so they simply went back to Xie Ying's bedroom in the middle of the night to look for it.
This bedroom is no longer the original one, but the layout is still the same as the original one. In the bedroom hangs the Guanyin statue that Cui Xie painted for him in his early years. The portrait told him to hide it, with Cui Xie's own small photos, and the paintings for others were locked in a patent leather cabinet.
The two of them turned on the lights to find the paintings, and they turned the boxes over and over. Although the voice was not loud, most of the Xie family members were skilled in martial arts and had good ears. Gradually, some people heard the movement and came to check.
The candles in the house were dim, and the figures were shaking. The family did not dare to enter the house to disturb them. They only asked at the foot of the steps, "Is the lord still asleep? But what's the matter? Do you want someone to go in and help?"
Master Cui was guilty of being a thief, so he squatted down on the spot, found a table and drilled into it. Xie Ying hurriedly blocked the table, fearing that he would be in a hurry, so he kowtowed, stood at the table half-bent, and said to the window, "I'm looking for some documents, it's nothing, you can go back to sleep by yourself. ."
Cui Xie curled up under the desk, with his forehead pressed against his hand, one leg had not shrunk in, just pressed against the hem of his dangling clothes. The family's inquiries and footsteps came from outside the door, as if someone would break into the room at any time and drag him out from under Xie Ying's feet to expose him.
At such an embarrassing moment, he had an inexplicable feeling of peace of mind. He took Xie Ying's hand and kissed it lightly in the palm of his hand, and then again.
The touch that was as light as a feather gradually deepened, and the wetness spread from the palm of his hand. Xie Ying's voice could hardly maintain the seriousness that Jin Yiwei should know. Fortunately, his family had all gone back, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his eyes and glanced at Cui Xie, trying to put on an angry look, but he couldn't help but laugh.
Cui Xie also laughed, but didn't dare to make a sound, Xie Ying half-kneeled, half hugged him and dragged him out of the table, low laughter spread through the window into the courtyard. The few servants who hadn't gone far whispered: "What did your lord see, laughing like this in the middle of the night?"
"We don't have any joke books in our house. Is it a new side newspaper? These days, there is good news, not to mention the adults are happy, aren't our brothers happy when they hear it?"
The voice outside the courtyard gradually decreased, and Xie Ying's laughter also converged in a deep kiss. The portraits of the seniors of the Hanlin Academy were still in the box, and Yang Yiqing didn't even know whether he had painted them or not, but no one could bother to look for them.
In the end, they couldn't find Yang Yiqing's portrait, so they had to repaint the image of him with his back to the army, reviewing, with a few armor-piercing generals next to it, to show that the civil and military officials are working together to defend the frontier. However, Cui Xie remembered Wang Shouren's face clearly, and painted him as a showman in white, riding on a horse in a gentle manner, without losing the demeanor of the champion censor.
Behind the two men is another sergeant with bright clothes and murderous aura, the flag is flying high, and a Great Wall in the distance winds to the end of the picture.
The two new comics will be released together, and if you buy the book, you will get this two-book cover-sized color-printed border army propaganda map. In addition to this picture, the first book comes with the expectations of the senior authors for the newcomers, and the second book comes with a questionnaire for readers' opinions. support.
In September, the first batch of summer grain was delivered to the border gate, and at the same time, the new book of Jin Yiwei and a picture of Wang Yushi, a young general in white robes who showed the might of the frontier army in the Ming Dynasty and a certain both civil and military skills, were also transmitted to the border city.
Yang Fuxian looked at the back of the civil servant in the painting, and couldn't help but joke a few words: "This painter is very picky. He thinks that I didn't give birth to Wang Bo'an's good looks, so he didn't paint my face."
The eunuch guarding the eunuch and the Marquis of Wu'an, Zheng Ying, all commanders and acquaintances, also laughed at themselves: "Anyway, the deputy Xian is wearing a third-grade civil official uniform, and you can recognize it from the back. We are left with silver helmets and silver. A, I can't tell who is who."