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The fierce north wind has failed to succeed. Chapter 38: Chasing the Stars

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    When Huang Shi decided to go to Liaoyang, both Zhao Manxiong and Jin Qiude strongly opposed it. They both said that Huang Shi would only have two consequences if he went to Liaoyang: one was to be killed or detained by Hou Jin, and the other was to be released safely.  Zhao Manxiong and Jin Qiude also deduced the latter situation without knowing Huangshi's trump card. They both believed that if Huangshi could come back safely, he would be at an extremely disadvantageous position in the future.  After the earth-shattering news reached Changsheng Island, the two men had another urgent discussion long before Huang Shi returned. When Huang Shi got off the boat, these two guys hurriedly asked Huang Shi if this situation was true. After receiving Huang Shi's affirmative reply, they  The two strongly advocated that Huang Shi should take this opportunity to inspect the various departments of the Leftist Association in Dongjiang Town.  Huangshi accepted this suggestion. He took a breather and then went to sea again without stopping. He rushed to Fuzhou, Jinzhou, and Lushun to take this opportunity to boost the morale of the Dongjiang Army in Liaonan.  Now almost all the ordinary military households in southern Liaoning have been relocated to the Changsheng Islands by Huangshi, so what he planned to review were just some castle garrisons, and he didn't need to go to too many places and there was no trouble.  In the days when Mongolia and the Ming court were verifying the news in every possible way, Huang Shi lived a very busy and fulfilling life. In the hot land of southern Liaoning, Huang Shi was warmly welcomed by officers and soldiers everywhere he went. With the confirmed news of Nurhachi's death  The atmosphere becomes more and more enthusiastic as we continue to arrive.  In the past, in addition to the direct lineage of the three battalions of Firefighting, Panshi, and Selection.  The officers and soldiers from other ministries in southern Liaoning were still relatively reserved in front of Huangshi. Their feelings for Huangshi were far more awe than love.  But this time the situation was completely reversed. Although the forward selection camp in Jia Minghe, Fuzhou was also in a state of excitement, there was generally nothing out of the ordinary.  However, when Huangshi inspected Jinzhou, the officers and soldiers of Li Chengfeng's department were far more enthusiastic than those in Fuzhou. A large number of soldiers broke free from the restraints of the officers and rushed to Huangshi's horse. They were all proud to touch Huangshi's armor.  When Huangshi inspected Lushun, Zhang Pan's officers also joined the ranks. Even Zhang Pan himself had tears in his eyes when he toasted Huangshi.  And before heading to the Big and Small Changshan Islands in Huangshi.  News of Nurhaci's death has arrived at these places again and again. The local officers and soldiers have been brewing feelings for a long time.  So as soon as Huang Shi landed on the island, brothers Shang Keyi and Shang Kexi took the lead and led the Dongjiang Army to rush towards them. Almost all the officers and soldiers went crazy. They almost tore Huang Shi into pieces on the spot.  On the way home, Huang Shi and his party received another enthusiastic welcome.  Class boundaries seemed to disappear in an instant, whether it was the most humble military household or an official appointed by Huangshi.  They all shouted and cheered towards Huangshi heartily. The entire army in southern Liaoning entered a state of madness.  On the first day of September in the sixth year of the Apocalypse, Huang Shi originally planned to return to Changsheng Island quietly. However, not long after he got off the boat, he was discovered by the military households on Changsheng Island. Groups of admirers quickly gathered and Huang Shi  The road back to the old camp on Changsheng Island was blocked.  The surrounding area of ??Yellowstone was filled with crowds of enthusiastic people.  It was so dense that he could almost walk back to the camp by stepping on people's heads.  After squeezing a way out of the excited crowd and returning to the old camp, Huang Shi and the accompanying Naiwei were so tired that they were sweating profusely. They sat in the camp panting, with helpless smiles on their faces.  Huang Shi drank a large pot of tea in one breath, "Very good, very good."  Huang Shi wiped away the water droplets from the corner of his mouth. This tour of southern Liaoning was very successful.  Encouraged by Huang Shi, the Dongjiang Town Leftist Association's morale was so high that the officers and soldiers were full of confidence in defeating Hou Jin.  This time Huangshi walked all the way and heard the voice of actively asking for a fight.  The most pessimistic people also believe that they will completely eliminate this enemy of Hou Jin within four years and return to their homeland of Liaodong.  But Huang Shi is also very excited.  But he would not expect to defeat Hou Jin, the great enemy, by relying solely on spirit. Courage and wisdom can emerge at any time, but equipment and supplies cannot.  Due to distrust of the blind command of civilian officials and the inherent contradiction between Mao Wenlong and the Shandong Civilian Group, Dongjiang Town once again rejected the request of the Ministry of War and Shandong Civilian Officials to supervise the army. The Ministry of War responded by further reducing Dongjiang Town's food and salary budget.  .  In addition to the hostility between each other, Huang Shi also understood that the Ming court was unlikely to tolerate the emergence of a new vassal town, so the court had been controlling the material reserves of Dongjiang Town and never allowed the Dongjiang Army to have two months of food reserves and a large amount of armor.  In addition, because of Mao Wenlong's many years of meritorious service, the emperor himself supported Mao Wenlong's request for independence. However, Huang Shi felt that it had almost reached its limit. If Dongjiang Town was given fifty taels of military pay a year, Tianqi himself would be a little uneasy.  Although the Dongjiang Left Association has been doing well in recent years, the annual military budget of Changsheng Island is only more than ten to two hundred thousand taels of silver. The remaining income has been used for daily consumption or expansion of reproduction.  "Rebuilding Gaizhou Fort requires 150,000 to 200,000 taels of silver. After repairing the city, we need to maintain a battalion of troops in Gaizhou to defend it. It also needs to establish an environment.The annual maintenance cost for the early warning posts around Gaizhou is about 100,000 taels of silver.  Then, if we want to invade the Liaozhong Plain, we need to occupy Yaozhou and Haizhou. Food in these places needs to be sent forward from the rear. The army to defend the castle and supply lines requires at least three battalions. The annual maintenance cost is expected to be more than 300,000 taels" "  So many?  "Huang Shi checked the report in annoyance. Reviewing the troops is a very pleasant thing, but every time he makes a military budget, it is very painful: "Why does it sound higher than the maintenance cost of Liaoxi?  " "It is higher than the maintenance fee in Liaoxi," Jin Qiude replied calmly with a confident look. The report Huang Shi was reading was jointly studied by various departments on Changsheng Island and has been conducted for several times.  This deduction: "We are transporting goods in front of the enemy. All baggage convoys must be protected by combat troops, and beacon towers, observation towers and outposts must be established.  These also require armed supplies, which is of course higher than the maintenance cost of the field camp in western Liaoning.  Huang Shi checked for a while and found that there was really no waste. He couldn't help complaining: "Our army has too few cavalry, which makes the maintenance cost high."  " "My Lord Mingjian, if we set up a horse camp, I'm afraid the maintenance cost will be more than this.  " "I know, I know.  " Huang Shi impatiently interrupted Jin Qiude's advice. He sighed again without raising his head: "I just say it casually, so just listen to it.  Don't take it seriously.  " "If Mao Shuai had this money, he would probably be able to launch several more attacks and earn some money back."  " When Huang Shi complained this time, Jin Qiude just listened quietly without taking up Mao Wenlong's Dongjiang Leftist Association. He can no longer learn from it. In this era, the warning time that the detective horse can provide is only half a day to a day, regardless of Mao Wenlong's age.  Small. But his heart is obviously very good. He is running around with a large number of Dongjiang refugees all day long. But Mao Wenlong dares not to use money to build the equipment of several field camps under his command.  As the combat effectiveness of these battalions becomes stronger and the average quality becomes higher and higher, Huangshi continues to become more conservative in strategy and tactics, always hoping to encroach on Houjin's territory step by step. Although Huangshi admires history very much.  But he has long admitted that he is neither a strategic genius nor Mao Wenlong's psychological quality of "being barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, or you will lose all your money and come back again" since Huang Shi is not good at it and has no intention of using it.  Dongjiang Headquarters and Youxie's mobile combat mode, then he had to find a way to earn more money On the second day of September in the sixth year of Tianqi, the storytelling and opera artists of this era were always trying their best to develop.  The program is popular with the people and the information feedback rate in this era is also very fast. Storytellers can understand the interest trends of the people just by checking the income on the plate today. The most popular joke in Beijing this year is "Huang Gongbao Fuhai".  "Yuan Juehua" the storytellers in the capital. Whether they are on the street or in a wine shop listening to books, people click on this joke repeatedly. It has become so popular that it is said that Yue Quanchuan has been vaguely based on the romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties. The storytellers love to tell stories about the capital.  People also like to listen to it. Although the reaction of the opera industry is slower than that of storytelling, many opera troupes have already begun to perform this piece. Some troupes have prepared the opera to the fullest every day. As the leader in the world,  Artists from all over the world come here to try their luck, and those who leave at the same time will take their experiences in the capital to other places. For example, this joke about "Huang Gong Bao Fu Hai Aiding Jue Hua" was already in Shandong a few months ago.  It appeared and later spread to Nanzhili and Henan. Now I heard that even Huguang and Fujian have adapted versions. According to general experience, this kind of storytelling script that has been released for a few months will have a huge success.  For a long time, storytellers will continue to interpret this joke better and better from generation to generation. As for the joke "Huang Gongbao Fuhai aids Juehua", not only the storytellers in the capital are very optimistic about it, but also artists in other professions.  I like this content because the innate emotions nurtured in it are already very full and have a lot of room for expression. However, after the news of Liaoyang came in September, the joke "Huang Gong Bao Fu Hai Aid Jue Hua" suddenly changed from a favorite to an outcast.  The young storyteller just started to clear his throat and patted the crowd, and then the crowd booed loudly: "We don't want to hear this anymore. We want to hear Huang Gongbao's leaping horse in Liaoyang. We want to hear Huang Gongbao kill Nurhaci!"  ¡± Under this huge pressure, storytellers rushed to write new stories. Long before the Ming Dynasty officially confirmed the edict, all kinds of strange storytelling stories had been compiled. These professionals also quickly reached a consensus on the new story.  The joke is called "The mighty handsome horse leaps over Liaoyang". It's just that although the name is unified, the content of the story is very different. After all, this period of time is too short, and you storytellers haven't had time yet!Exchange opinions.  In the past, the gentleman who was good at the Seven Heroes and Five Righteousnesses followed the routine of flying over the roof and walking over the wall; those who liked to talk about the list of gods, of course, had magical weapons flying all over the sky; the gentleman who talked about the romances of the Sui and Tang Dynasties depicted two people fighting with a sword and a square hammer weighing several hundred kilograms.  Fan.  There is another gentleman here who sets up the stage and talks about "The mighty and handsome horse leaping over Liaoyang".  It¡¯s just that the person I¡¯m talking about now has focused on Journey to the West for the first half of his life.  "I only heard a cry of woo ah ah, and then a slave barged in from the door. The two pigtails on the back of the slave's head were as white as snow, and the cow's eyes were like a pair of copper bells, and they were twirling around.  There are five iron rings nailed to the big ears of Zhao Feng, and the square nostrils are wide open. From each nostril, gray nose hairs about a foot long are also braided into two long pigtails along the two heroes.  Think about it" The storyteller spoke so loudly that the crowd below also listened with gusto.  When he said that he had braided two little braids with his nose hair, the gentleman also made a gesture with his hands, which elicited a burst of exclamations from the people below.  " There is also a large yellow copper ring hanging between the two nostrils of the slave, weighing several kilograms; four fangs in front of the upper lip poke out from the bloody mouth. There is also a hanging ring around his neck.  There are exactly seven, seven and forty-nine skulls in the bunch!" Mr. Storyteller raised his eyebrows.  Gritting his teeth, he stretched out four fingers and gestured to the people below. Then he let go and turned back. He picked up the tea and took a leisurely sip before continuing: "Huang Marshal took a closer look and saw that it was the slave.  The old slave of Qinur Hachi is the reincarnation of a thousand-year-old wild boar spirit. He is naked and has a piece of animal skin around his waist. He is covered with runes and has a patch of white worms crawling around him" Speaking of which, Mr.  Panting again, Shi Shiran twirled his beard a few times and everyone in the audience waited attentively for a while.  In a moment of slight relaxation, Mr. Zhang grabbed the ruler at lightning speed and slapped it down heavily.  A loud noise like thunder frightened many of the audience below to tremble. The storyteller shouted angrily: "Everyone, please take a closer look! This slave chief is the most evil one. Anyone who stares at this person will have three souls."  Two souls are gone. Seven souls are gone!" Before the exclamations from below subsided, the storyteller pointed his halberd to the sky again.  He shouted in a deep voice: "It's a pity that the old slave made a wrong calculation this time. Marshal Huang is a martial arts star who came to earth with a strong energy, and he is the nemesis of the evil evil. I heard that Marshal Huang muttered words and bit out a drop of blood with his index finger in his mouth.  He opened his eyes and shouted at the old slave, "Broken!" and destroyed most of the old slave's life's evil work." The gentleman then slapped the old slave hard and his tone suddenly became urgent:  "Have the old slave ever suffered such a big loss? He was so angry that he almost bit his mouth full of steel teeth into pieces. The old slave lowered his head and got down on all fours. He first let out a strange scream and then shook the four braids on the back of his head and nostrils.  The sound was like a flying fire wheel" The storyteller shook his head and described Nurhachi's four braids. Then he waved his hand fiercely in the air: "The old slave roared like a wild boar.  All the evil skills in his body were gathered on his chest, hands and feet, and he rushed towards Dashuai Huang with strange screams. The old slave stretched out his head with a bloody mouth and bit the calf of Dashuai Huang "" Dashuai Huang saw it clearly and dodged away.  The old slave turned around and pulled out the sword! Judges, please don¡¯t underestimate this sword. Marshal Huang¡¯s sword is an ancient magic weapon.¡± The storyteller said happily.  But he felt someone tap him lightly on the shoulder from behind.  "Master" It turned out that the gentleman's family had an emergency, and his apprentice came up and whispered in his ear, which made the gentleman's face look anxious.  "My disciple is my master. Let me go home first and see. You can support me for a while." The storyteller left immediately and packed up his clothes in the blink of an eye. However, as soon as he got off the desk, he remembered something important.  Lai quickly turned around and ran back.  His apprentice was already sitting upright behind the desk. He also grabbed the Jing Chi in his hand. The old man walked quickly to the apprentice and whispered to him: "The apprentice will definitely come back as a master within two hours. During this period, you must not do anything."  Talk to me about this old slave." "Master, don't worry, I understand."  When the Ming Dynasty used force to expel the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty and restore the founding of China, Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to give scholars an honor and to sharpen the morale of scholars.  Scholars who obtained the title of scholar or above wore a sword and traveled to study.  At that time, local scholars who were admitted as scholars would hang a sword on their waist to encourage themselves to be versatile in both civil and military affairs.  But by the time of Tianqi, the country had been at peace for a long time, and the Central Plains had not experienced war for more than 200 years. Although the Ming Dynasty scholars still enjoyed the privilege of traveling with swords, they no longer had this habit.  At this time, the scholars of the Ming Dynasty not only used folding fans instead of swords, but also many people liked to use rouge and gouache to dress up their headscarves and gowns before going out, and they also used aromatherapy.    Until this time the news of Huangshi¡¯s leaping horse in Liaoyang came This news spread like wildfire across the land of China, from the capital to Yangzhou. Wherever the news passed, scholars held poetry gatherings for Huangshi one after another. They wiped away the graceful atmosphere of the past and was full of excitement.  The only sound in the garden is the sound of fighting and iron horses.  At a glance, everyone was carrying long swords.  After drinking and singing wildly, the remaining scholars praised this eternal legend that shocked the present and the ancients in unison: "Second Master Guan must be dying. I guess King Yue can still compare with Marshal Huang of the Ming Dynasty." "Well, King Yue is indeed majestic  But Prince Yue can¡¯t go to Huanglong Mansion alone and chop off the benefactor¡¯s head and then come back, right?¡±
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