Xu Guangqi's title was awarded a title, which meant a major change in the emperor's attitude.

Although he has repeatedly inspired the soldiers in the imperial edict before, he said that he would be rewarded with a marquis. But that is not a promise, and no one hopes to be a marquis in one step.

Not to mention being a marquis, it is an earl. Look at Li Chengliang and compare with him, there will be no hope.

If the emperor's previous words gave the generals some hope; then now that the title has become a reality, the heart will be put into his stomach.

Nothing else, work hard, make achievements, and earn military achievements!

Mao Wenlong felt much more relaxed and said too much, but he naturally had emotions.

"The army, the people, and the Liao people who returned home, are the most difficult to meet the green and yellow people." Mao Wenlong made a brief estimate and said, "The food alone may require millions of stones to supply."

Chen Zilong nodded and said, "The specific numbers have been calculated clearly. Only when the imperial court can guarantee supply can the number of Liao people returning home. Of course, in addition to the imperial court's supply, there are many ways to alleviate it."

There are still many ways to survive the wasteland when hunting, fishing, digging wild vegetables, etc., and the fishery that has formed an industry should be the pillar and help the most.

"Reconstruction is not just about farming, but also about using labor-for-relief. Liaodong's infrastructure must also be made." Wang Jizhong ate the dishes and said slowly: "The road is the most important and has a great promoting effect on the development of Liaodong. The so-called "If you want to be rich, build roads first."

Chen Zilong, Mao Wenlong and others all focused their attention on Wang Jizhong, thinking that this sounded quite easy and I don’t know where it was an allusion.

Wang Jizhong blinked his eyes, smiled a little embarrassedly, and said, "This is what the emperor said, and was conveyed by Governor Wu to the officials who went to Liaodong."

Looking at Chen Zilong who was still confused, Wang Jizhong explained again: "You were not here that day, so you said goodbye to Mr. Xu."

Oh, so that's it.

Chen Zilong nodded and said, "Long live the sage. If the water and land transportation in Liaodong is not hindered, it will indeed be much smoother to develop."

Mao Wenlong also agreed and said, "The waterway is the most convenient. You can go along the Hun River to Fushun and Sarhu, which is the base for our army to advance north to suppress slaves."

"The waterway is convenient, but there is a period of freezing for several months." Chen Zilong said, touching his chin, "It may be a way to transport more transportation and storage before the freezing."

After saying that, he looked at Mao Wenlong with some confusion and asked, "Do you still want to advance north tomorrow? I thought I would take a rest for a year!"

Mao Wenlong smiled and shook his head, but did not give a detailed explanation. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot, and after a little rectification, he continued to send troops to attack the remaining Jiannu.

But this still requires the court to decide. As Chen Zilong was worried, a large number of Liao people returned to their hometowns and rebuilt Liaodong, resulting in food and supplies being a problem.

The army also needs to participate in spring farming production, and the earliest starting time is in summer, but the climate is unfavorable. Therefore, Mao Wenlong estimated that the possibility of autumn is the greatest.

Of course, not going north on a large scale does not mean that the army will be inactive. Promoting the defense line north, building fortresses, and storing grain and grass will definitely continue.

Eating and drinking, it was already late at night, and everyone left and went to their rooms to rest.

Mao Wenlong finally saw the latest episode of "The Ming Dynasty Forum", which Chen Zilong and others brought to him generously.

When the candle was turned on, Mao Wenlong drank tea and flipped through the newspaper. His eyes were fixed and he stared at one of the articles.

"Yi Shiha, Nuer Gandusi?" Mao Wenlong made a surprise sound. Gou Zhenhuai had already walked to the door and couldn't help but turn his head.

After thinking for a while, Gou Zhenhuai said, "Yi Shiha's nine times governor Nuer Gandusi, are they all on a boat?"

Mao Wenlong knew much more than Gou Zhenhuai. He quickly glanced at the article, then nodded and said, "It was just a boat trip. It was written here that a shipyard was set up in Ashhada, and took the spring monsoon to float down the river, from Songhua River to Heilongjiang, and went straight down to Nuergan."

Gou Zhenhuai walked back, sat opposite the table, and said thoughtfully: "In this way, if you want to advance north to wipe out Jiannu, you can advance along land and water, or use the navy to carry troops and food to transport them, and the action will be faster."

Mao Wenlong looked slightly and quickly finished reading the article, pushing the newspaper in front of Gou Zhenhuai, saying, "Yi Shiha built twenty-five giant ships, which took a year to ride the spring monsoon. It will definitely not work next year, so I can only wait until the next year."

Gou Zhenhuai read the newspaper, pondered for a while, and said with a guess: "The Lord is probably this idea. It is only one of them to destroy Jiannu. Rouyuan appeases the barbarians and rebuild Nuer Gandusi, which should be more important."

Mao Wenlong agreed and said, "The remnants of Jiannu are no longer afraid of it. Long live to repeat the Nuer Gandusi. It is not surprising. I just don't know whether to continue to set up a garrison, dispatch Indian Protective Army, or directly occupy it, immigrate and expand colonization."

The so-called Indian Protective Army was the garrison army left in the Nurgandu Session in the Ming Dynasty. The number of regular garrison troops was 2,000 or more, with a maximum of 3,000 and a minimum of 500.

The Indian Protective Army usually rotates every two years. The officers and soldiers who returned to Liaodong after the Rong period were rewarded with great rewards for garrisoning in bitter and cold places.

Mao Wenlong and Gou Zhenhuai discussed for a while before they went to rest. Although they had some similar speculations, they still underestimated the emperor's ambitions.

Rebuilding Nuer Gandusi? No, the emperor wants to govern directly, not a place of restraint.

Rouyuan comforts? No, the emperor wanted to move the people of the Ming Dynasty to the land of Haixi, build cities and counties, and become a stable occupation.

The Indian Protective Army, two or three thousand, rotated garrisons? No, the emperor planned to have at least tens of thousands of troops, and he also wanted to settle the garrisons and turn Haixi into their hometown.

Of course, this is no longer a one or two year plan, but at least a three or five year or even ten year long-term arrangement.

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Unfortunately, the waterway to Nuergandusi and the distance to the distance is just a one-way route.

The emperor looked at the sand table that expanded again, and his eyes swept through Denlai-Lushun-Kaiyuan Laomi Bay-Ashhada-Songhua River-Heilongjiang-Tatar Strait-Kuyi (Sakhalin Island)-Hokaido, Japan in turn.

Although it is a single line, it is the fastest route, with enough ships and extremely considerable transportation, which can fully support the expedition of tens of thousands of troops.

That's right, it's an expedition, and the emperor has already defined it.

The two-way water and land routes to Haixi must also be developed or rebuilt.

Yishuo went to Nuer Gandusi and had already made a long post road.

This post road starts from the ancient city of Shijia, Shuangcheng, walks through Acheng, passes through the Niaohe River in Binxian, goes north along the Songhua River, enters Heilongjiang on Heixiazi Island, and reaches the estuary of Heilongjiang. There are 45 stops in ten cities and more than 2,000 miles.

Conservative estimates: the goal has been achieved in almost twenty years by advancing northward for a hundred miles every year.

Twenty years, I am less than fifty, and it is completely time to do so.

The emperor pursed his lips slightly, smiling, and his eyes stayed at a position on the sand table - Sea Cucumber.
Chapter completed!