Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 373
Kunming, Yunnan.

In Kunming, there is no winter, and the seasons are like spring.

As the most fertile land in Yunnan, this is the main concentration of Han people and guards, and the land of one prefecture is worth half of Yunnan Province.

Sun Kewang looked at the plain more than once. The golden ears of rice had been harvested long ago, and the bellflowers in the rice fields were pulled out by the farmers to loosen the rice fields.

By the way, after drying, it can also be used as fuel.

"Your Majesty, the Yunnan Mansion has a bumper harvest this summer."

On the side, Wang Zhaolin, who is the magistrate of Yunnan, was full of joy. Following Sun Kewang's gaze, he couldn't wait to say:
"Yunnan Mansion alone can get millions of shi for summer grain. Other prefectures have offered offerings one after another, and there are also about a million shi. It is enough to feed our [-] troops."

"is it?"

Sun Kewang squinted his eyes, his long and narrow phoenix eyes looked serious, and his straight hooked nose made him look even more intimidating:
"One hundred thousand soldiers and horses, nearly half of them are native soldiers. How can these people fight?"

As he said that, he squatted down without hesitation, grasped the dry soil of the rice field, pinched it, and said, "This kind of good land is much better than Shaanxi."

"No way!" Wang Zhaolin sighed: "After a while of chaos, many people fled. In Yunnan, only the local soldiers are a little bit strong, and the Han people have long since died."

Sun Kewang heard the words and remained silent.

After a long time, he seemed to think of something, and said, "The envoy of the Ming court, what did you say?"

"I promise you the title of Duke of Dian, and guard Yunnan."

Wang Zhaolin said reluctantly.

"What about the Mu family?"

"Of course there are arrangements!"

Wang Zhaolin said with a sneer, "Nanjing is so happy. I'm afraid Mu Tianbo is too happy to think about leaving!"

"The Duke of Dian, guard Yunnan!"

Sun Kewang muttered, the more he chewed, the uglier his face became.

It looks no different from the Mu family's Guizhou government. If it was the past, he would obey.

However, having tasted the taste of the King of Dian and making him a Duke, it is a bit taken for granted.

"Wu Sangui is the king of the county, this Emperor Shaowu is even reluctant to part with the king, hum!"

Looking at Sun Kewang's face, Wang Zhaolin pretended to be dissatisfied.

"Ming Ting, forget it!"

Sun Kewang snorted coldly, looked at the cloudless sky, and said in a deep voice, "Can Jianchang survive the death of his adoptive father?"

"Hey, guarding tens of thousands of people, let's make do with it!" Wang Zhaolin chuckled, he was really not interested in that ghostly place of Jianchang.

Suddenly, he realized that this sentence was wrong.

It has been a month or two since Zhang Xianzhong left, why does the king of Dian mention this?
"My lord, Daxi is not something a child can support."

Wang Zhaolin hurriedly said: "It's far away in Jianchang, where can it be the capital of a country? It's better to move to Yunnan..."

"Yunnan!" Sun Kewang muttered, his face changing.

Taking this step means that the small Daxi court will be completely in his hands.

Is he proclaiming himself emperor?Whether to inherit Zhang Xianzhong's legal system made Sun Kewang quite entangled.

I had a good time in Yunnan. If Jianchang and his party were moved here, there would be a lot of noise.

"Not urgent!"

Sun Kewang opened his mouth and continued: "As for the Ming court, it will take time to continue negotiating with them."

"The longer the delay, the better for us."

Wang Zhaolin nodded in disappointment.

Compared with Zhang Xianzhong, who was obsessed with war, Sun Kewang was mean and stingy, but he had great enthusiasm for government affairs.

He changed the previous plundering style of raising war with war, but constantly sorted out places, farmed and accumulated grain, so as to raise troops and expand the army.

This is a qualified ruler.

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Shaanxi Xingdu Division, Ganzhou.

Although it is only June, yellow sand is already piled up all over the ground, and the yellow Ganzhou City is full of sweeping wild sand.

The door frame was constantly being slapped, and the common people leaned against the door, praying in their hearts that the strong wind would leave.

But in the Su Wang Mansion in the city, it is a scene of singing and dancing.

Since he was defeated in Xi'an and fled to the northwest, Li Zicheng's personality changed a lot, he was taciturn and became more and more harsh.

The tolerance of the past is gone.

Therefore, although the dancing girls in the hall were slim and graceful, the generals sat upright one by one, not daring to overstep in the slightest.

The smaller the court, the more etiquette is needed to instill authority and restrain subordinates.

Li Zicheng recognized this point of view and acted quickly.

As a result, Emperor Dashun, who visited Ganzhou on a hunting tour, became more and more authoritative.

"How is Shaanxi?"

"Your Majesty, You Shiwei is waiting in Shanxi, constantly training soldiers and horses, and weeding out the frontier troops. This should not be underestimated."

On the side, Song Xiance lowered his head, his mouth full of bitterness.

"So we can't go back?"

Li Zicheng turned his head and said meaningfully.

Sure enough, the generals under his command were extremely angry, and their suppressed emotions just didn't dare to explode.

Li Zicheng is well aware of this.

Song Xiance continued: "As for the Qing Dynasty, Shanxi is separated, although there are some troubles, but for Shaanxi, it is a tickle, not fatal."

Even though the Great Wall, which stretches for thousands of miles, has not been repaired for many years, it is extremely uncomfortable for the Shun army who lacks siege equipment.

When Niu Jinxing saw it, he quickly said, "Although the land in the northwest is barren, there are millions of people. There are Tartars in the north and Ugly Tibetans in the south. You can recruit them as soldiers."

"With enough money and food, it will take two or three years to go south and take back our Shaanxi."

The generals listened too much, and their ears became callused, so they could only respond in a dull manner.

After a long time, Li Zicheng retreated, and the banquet became lively.

He wandered alone, and after a while, Song Xiance also came.

"Your Majesty!" Seeing his uneasy mood, Song Xiance couldn't help but clasped his hands.

"Suggestion, do you think we can go back to Shaanxi?"

Li Zicheng looked at the high hanging lantern and asked softly.

"Zhu Yixi has already ascended the throne, sitting on the entire south, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Song Xiance lowered his head, extremely helpless.

"Ahem!" Hearing this, Li Zicheng couldn't help coughing, and his voice became louder when a gust of wind blew past.

Bending over, constantly rising and falling.

After a long time, he finally recovered, and said in a low voice: "After many years of military career, there are many unexplained illnesses, and the days to come will be difficult!"

Song Xiance was shocked and dared not say more.

He has no right to speak on the issue of heirs.

In the absence of heirs, Li Zicheng's younger brother, Li Zijing, naturally became the first choice.

Although he is a bit vulgar, he doesn't have many faults anyway, so he is barely qualified!
But at the same time, some people were dissatisfied with it, and wanted to make Li Zijing's son his heir, and Li Zicheng was also moved.

For a long time, Li Zicheng looked at the starry sky, and said in a deep voice: "Last night I seemed to dream about Zhang Xianzhong, this old boy, I'm afraid he can't do it!"

"Suggestion, you explain, what does this mean?"

(End of this chapter)