Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince Chapter 29: Open the warehouse and release the grain

Bi Dusi led a group of soldiers rushing out of the city. Yang Ling heard what Bidusi said, that they had already sent someone to the post office to grab food. Regardless of the soreness of the hips, they hurriedly mounted the horse and rushed to the post office.

　　 The little official who just pulled his sleeves followed him, and said anxiously: "My lord, you shouldn't have promised him military rations, how can you do it now?"

　　 Yang Ling was as bumpy as a puppet, but still couldn’t help but yelled: "Why shouldn’t it be possible to fight the soldiers hungry? Withholding military rations, which generation is a serious crime!"

　　The little official smiled bitterly: "My lord, how dare we squeeze the military rations for a small official like us? It's their own rations that they don't have enough, who is it that blame?"

　　Yang Ling angrily said: "Nonsense, obviously there are two warehouses of rations, enough for ten days, you dare to bully me face to face?"

　　The little official said: "How dare you be the little one, although there is surplus grain in the warehouse, it is the main soldier of the family. These soldiers only brought the grain. What are you waiting for? The adult is Sun Dusi’s grain capital. We transferred 30% from the main soldiers’ food."

　　Yang Ling asked: "Slow down, slow down, you speak slowly, what's the matter?"

　　The little official hurried to the side of the road and told Yang Ling carefully. It turned out that He Can’s five battalions of soldiers and horses were stationed in the three cities of East, West and South. It was his cronies and the main soldier in the Huailai area. Permanently garrisoned army.

　　 Among the two battalions that rushed out of the city, Sun Dazhong’s army is called the guest army, that is, soldiers from other provinces. Although they have been permanently deployed for the purpose of garrisoning, their food, grass, and manpower are supplemented. , Even the supply of horses, knives and guns is still in the responsibility of the original province Henan.

　　 And Bi Chun's soldiers are called reserve soldiers. They were temporarily transferred from the Zhejiang Guard Station. It is only a few months each year when the Mongols are most likely to offend sides, and they will go back later.

　　 This time the Tatar people attacked more than a dozen post stations between neighboring counties. The flames spread to the capital. The Xuanfu Commander sent three generals to assist Zhuolu, Huailai and Chixian, and the other condemned two guerrillas. The general moved in a mobile battle, and the army went in a hurry. The heavy battalion is a direct unit of the Yongning General Staff, so it is natural that the troops of Sun Dazhong and Bi Chun did not bring enough rations.

　　Sun Dazhong’s soldiers are the guest army, because they are permanently garrisoned, so it doesn’t matter if they temporarily allocate some supplies from the main army. I will report back to the Fucheng treasurer to deduct the money and grain from Zhejiang. However, the armed forces are randomly drawn troops and will return to their original bases after the beginning of spring. At that time, transportation was inconvenient and local officials were inefficient. It was common for them to buckle and owe military payments. If they were transferred back to the local area before they had to pay off their debts, who would be responsible for this deficit?

　　Yang Ling listened to the explanation of the clerk, and found it a bit weird. An important department like the army can't manage the overall planning of money, food and army. Such a rigid and unrealistic military supply system, I really don’t know which idiot made it. No wonder the uniforms and weapons specifications and quality of soldiers in each battalion are uneven.

　　 At this time, he also knew that he had promised to be too full, but if the soldiers can't even eat enough, how can morale and morale be guaranteed? What's more, Bi Chun's baggage was too late to be delivered. As long as the treasurer of the bookstore city adjusted the accounts of the army in time, it would not be a big problem to come, and Yang Ling would feel more at ease.

　　The sun has slanted to the west, and the post office is covered in white snow, bathed in the cold sunshine. Every twenty steps on the channel under the east mountain wall, a lantern of indistinct color hangs, shaking gently in the wind.

　　 Five carriages stopped in turn on the gentle **** of the passage. The people in front of them were noisy, and they were all southern accents. They were murderous with knives and guns. There seemed to be more than forty people. More than a dozen postmen in front of the postcang held their whistles, and under the leadership of a small official, they were blocking the door of the barn, arguing with them like a cockfight.

　　Yang Ling saw this situation as if it had tightened the clockwork, and hurried over and shouted: "Stop it all, tell me what's the matter!"

　　Bidusi’s personal soldier Zheng Dapeng stood next to a general with sleeves rolled up and a machete on his shoulders. The man had a murderous face and looked like a butcher. Zheng Dapeng whispered a few words to him, and he squinted his eyes. Glancing at Yang Ling and waving his hands, the soldiers suddenly fell silent.

　　The little official guarding the door saw Yang Ling, and hurriedly jumped and shouted: "Master Yicheng is here, sir, these soldiers are going to grab the rations! Hey, I just crawled out of the dead, and I am afraid of you. These big soldiers?"

　　 The soldiers clamored again when they heard that, Yang Ling hurriedly raised both hands and shouted: "Just be quiet, this brother Qiu must have conveyed the order of Pidus, all soldiers, don’t make noise, which army is present? The highest position? Please come forward and count the food with this post, and you can receive it by signing the deposit."

　　The officer standing next to Zheng Dapeng stepped out and said with a sullen chest: "You know, we are in front of us, and we are hungry because of the food accumulated here. When we are bullied?"

　　 Moricang Xiaoli said: "My lord, this grain can't be distributed to them without authorization, they are...".

　　Yang Ling interrupted him and said, "I know that they are preparing troops, they are guest troops, and their food and grass have not arrived!" He glanced at the crowd and said loudly, "At the same time, I also know that they are The brave division is the savior of the county. When Jimingyi was in danger, they rushed to the forefront, drove off the Tartar, and saved the lives of the elders in the city."

　　He asked the soldiers: "If I read it right, that musket team is the soldiers in your camp, right?"

　　 "Yes!", the officer looked proud, he glanced around triumphantly, and said loudly: "There are too few firecrackers in the Northern Army. Only our Southern Army is equipped with special Fire Guns!"

　　Yang Ling nodded and said, "Well, now that the enemy forces are retreating, the whole county, including the parents, wives, and children of all the brothers, can have a full meal and a good night's sleep. Why? Brave soldiers garrisoned at the head of the city for us, Tarzi dare not to intrude again!"

　　He said loudly: "Why don't you say that there is food in the warehouse but not paid? Are these officers and soldiers who charged into battle hungry and guard us outside the city? The heroes are bleeding for us, and we can't let the heroes bleed. Tears again!"

　　's remarks are too inflammatory. Who cares what these little soldiers think in those days? Who really cares about their role? That was an era when a hundred battles were inferior to a beautiful article.

　　 The knives and guns held high by the soldiers were quietly put down. The hostility on their faces was swept away. They were proud and touched. Their eyes were a little moist. The butcher-like officer's face was full of meat. Trembling.

　　 Yang Ling talked about it, and said: "Besides...what do we have to worry about? They come from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Jiangsu and Zhejiang are the land of fish and rice. Seven or eight of the world’s wealth comes from Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Huguang. Is the rich place afraid of borrowing grain and not returning it?"

　　 "Yes, I Guan Shouying pledged with the head of the item. When the army rations are delivered, they must be returned to the treasurer first. The grains are not owed!" He was praised and praised by Yang Ling, and the officer also felt like a national hero. I patted my chest so loudly, letting out loudly.

　　 Yang Ling sighed, winked at the clerk of Shouku, and shouted: "Isn't it open for food?" He smiled to Guan Shouying again: "General Guan, the brothers have delayed eating, I'm sorry. , But the warehouse is very important. I hope the general will take care of you brothers and wait until my people have passed the scale before moving the grain. Don’t mess up the rules.”

　　 Guan Shouying was screamed by one of his generals. He screamed and smiled, and quickly agreed: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, don't bother the Madam Yicheng." He Ox's eyes glared, and shouted to the soldiers: "Brothers give me peace. Don't lose face to our Zhejiang soldiers."

　　 All the officers and soldiers arbitrarily agreed, and Guan Shouying slapped Yang Ling on the shoulder~IndoMTL.com~ smiled and said: "Brother is the captain of the personal soldier under Master Bi, Yang Yicheng, I have handed you this friend."

　　 The personal safety of the generals is only responsible for the personal safety of the generals. He also supervises the team while standing. Although the captain is not a big official, he is indeed Bi Chun's confidant. Naturally, Yang Ling greeted her with humorous intentions, and took out the words of a few people's soldiers, which made Guan Shouying feel amiable and familiar.

　　 After finally getting the right answer, Yang Ling swayed back to his house. It was then that he felt sore all over his body, and his bones seemed to fall apart. He entered the house and fell directly on the kang. He let out a long sigh.

　　Han Youniang saw his tired look, and hurriedly took off his boots for him, raised his legs on the kang, sat next to him, gently beat his legs, and said softly: "husband, you're tired Let’s rest and eat again.”

　　 the head of the kang was burning warm, and the hands of Han Youniang were so soft, Yang Ling felt so comfortable that a tiredness swept into my heart, and I didn't even bother to open my eyes. He leaned on the quilt comfortably and muttered: "Youniang, I am so tired and sore all over."

　　Han Youniang changed from beating to pinching. Starting from the calf, he gently kneaded his sore muscles, gently pursed his mouth and smiled: "Youniang knead husband. If this is a bit of medicinal wine, it would be fine. It doesn't feel sour at all."

　　 A comfortable and itchy sensation came from the calf, Yang Ling snorted comfortably, relaxed and enjoying her gentleness, after a while he suddenly heard something, hurriedly opened his eyes and said: "My body It’s too bad. I have to exercise in the future. By the way, the stick technique you used on the city’s head today is amazing, great! What is the stick technique?"

　　Han Youniang blushed, he massaged his legs coyly, and said: "It's all in the country style. What does husband ask for?"