Seeing Sun Chengzong's disbelief, Zhang Ping'an whispered to him: "Old man, if you don't believe it, just send someone to see it! It's time for dinner, and all the troops of the Po Nu Army are eating. It's just because you come that this fence was built. If I train in the field, I would hide in the car to eat!"

Zhang Ping'an's confident expression and generous attitude made Sun Chengzong believe it now.

"How come you have so much beef and mutton? The Mongolians couldn't do this when they were fighting!"

"Haha, this time, I was robbing the Mongolians. I only brought cabbage, carrots, and soybeans, a few non-perishable vegetables. This meat...hehehe, you know!"

Sun Chengzong was filled with emotion. It would be great when the Ming Dynasty official army had the courage. After seeing the logistics support of the Pou Nu Army, since there was nothing new to see. Sun Chengzong was about to explore again, the bad boy's dog treasure. After sending the viewing group back, he went directly into the coach's tent.

What surprised him even more was that Zhang Ping'an actually asked someone to cut a plate of watermelon. It was incredible that he could eat summer fruits in this icy and snowy wilderness.

"The old man is so happy! This is something I hid in a special cellar after collecting melons in summer. Haha, I am going to respect the emperor this time. How about it? I respect the emperor!"

Sun Chengzong cursed inwardly: Are there any respect in your tone? But he doesn't want to get entangled in these trivial matters anymore. He ate two pieces of watermelon and wiped the juice from his hands with the white cloth beside the melon plate.

"Boy! How old are you? Read the book, be careful of your health!"

"Don't worry, always! This is the same as in a war. First, enrich your theoretical knowledge. After a few years of practice, hehehehehe, you won't be fooled!"

Zhang Ping'an's eyes showed a longing lewd smile.

"Oh! Well, how about choosing a lady from a family in a few years?"

"Okay! Just don't look for Yangzhou Skinny Horse. When I heard this name, I was so furious. I was so thin that I felt so lonely that I felt uncomfortable."

After hearing this, Sun Chengzong burst into laughter and tears came out: "You ignorant bad boy, Yangzhou skinny horse, aren't you all thin? I can only say... Forget it! If you are fine next year, I will choose a few for you according to your ideas! But you have to pay the money!"

"So that's it! Hehehe, no problem! I'll bother the old man! However, if I want a plump and thin horse, I have to have a big breast and a big butt! If I want to recognize words, I have to be able to see my eyes!" As he said that, Zhang Ping'an took out a golden waist card from his waist and handed it to Sun Chengzong.

Sun Chengzong suddenly became a little wary. Could this kid be concealing anything? The moment he took over the waist card, he let it go. This was obviously a symbol of Zhang Ping'an's identity in the Slave Army, because this was a waist card made of pure gold, with Zhang Ping'an's name engraved on it and a strange symbol below.

"What does this symbol mean?"

"Arabic numeral 007! It means ranking seventh one!"

"You are Zero Seven? Who is the number one in the row?"

"I only use the gold medal of the Po Nu Army, and I am the one to ten. Hehe, but the gold medal of the 007 is the most famous. No one in the Po Nu Army knows because I like this number the most! If you get this gold medal, you can go to Qu Guozheng to ask for money. Don't ask for 100,000 or 80,000 yuan. If it is too expensive, I don't want to lose weight! It's better to go to Yashi yourself, buy a bunch of little maids, and slowly grow a fat horse yourself! If Qu Guozheng leaves the capital, as long as you release the wind, someone will give you silver!"

Sun Chengzong was a little confused. This bad boy was sometimes shockingly generous, but he was stingy at this time. He heard other meanings from Zhang Ping'an's words. First, Qu Guozheng might have to leave the capital. Second, Zhang Ping'an had other suspicions in the capital.

"Why, Eunuch Wei, who is in the capital, is it difficult for Qu Guozheng to succeed?"

"The State Administration raised military funds for the Slave Destruction Army and offended many people. If you stay in the capital, I am afraid something will happen to him. Didn't Wei Zhongxian, the eggless castrator, fight with you Donglin very hard? I am afraid of harming the fish in the pond!"

Sun Chengzong immediately realized that the bad boy's words had a rich connotation. It was obvious that he was not with Wei Zhongxian, but he would never participate in Donglin's side. Sun Chengzong also had another purpose in winning over Zhang Ping'an, which was to strengthen Donglin's foreign aid.

As long as Sun Chengzong uses the Slave-Destroying Army this time to drive Lin Dankhan out of the Great Wall, the Donglin Party members will have no say in the court in the near future. He must seize Zhang Ping'an, and even if he cannot serve Donglin, he must not be allowed to surrender to the eunuch party.

"Boy, what do you think of Donglin?"

"Old man, tell you the truth! I don't care how you fight. I only pay attention to whether I can survive next year! Whoever helps me will support you! I will give you this gold medal, and there is another purpose. If I survive next year, it will be helpful to you!"

Zhang Ping'an's attitude made Sun Chengzong feel much more at ease. The boy said he would not help anyone. But in the end, Zhang Ping'an still stated that he would stand by his side.

Sun Chengzong knew that Zhang Ping'an had many opinions and had a wide range of information, and he knew the dynamics of the court clearly. The Po Slave Army, a force that was thousands of miles apart, could influence the balance of power above the court.

Sun Chengzong decided to change the topic and go around to understand the bad boy's attitude towards various factions in the court. "Peace! What else is hidden in your kid? It's not revealed?"

When Zhang Ping'an heard the old fox say the word "Peace", he also cheered up his mind to deal with it. He already knew the old fox. The old fox was about to make a cliché.

"I know what the old man is interested in! Is the map right? I can show it to you, but I can't get this tent!"

Sun Chengzong smiled indifferently, picked up the tea bowl and savored it slowly.

"This tea is good, you guys are very good at enjoying it!"

Sun Chengzong, who is a pusher in the officialdom of Guyan, made Zhang Ping'an understand that the profoundness of official culture has also made him feel deeply frustrated. He claimed that he had been in the officialdom for many years and had no problem dealing with people in the officialdom. He only now realized that he might be okay to deal with middle-level officials. He had lost barely when dealing with such a virgin fox bureaucrat.

The official culture of China for thousands of years, every word, a sentence, an expression, a look, and even a meaningful action, has profound connotation and intention. Just like both sides on the battlefield, it will always be filled with fog until the last moment, and the same is true for the officialdom.

Zhang Ping'an took out the map and explained to Sun Chengzong what is a contour line and a scale. Although Sun Chengzong was shocked by this accurate map again, his mind was not on it.

"From this map, I can see that you have prepared very well. Maybe you can really overcome the difficulties next year. After passing this level, what are your plans?"

Zhang Ping'an shook his head in pain, with deep depression in his eyes. "What else can I have? Even if I can win next year, it will be a tragic victory. Without six or seven years of recovery, it will be difficult to achieve anything!"

The old fox knew that Zhang Ping'an was telling the truth. He wanted to ask Zhang Ping'an why he chose the strategic place of right and wrong.

"Earlier, you occupied Guangning before the old slaves, so why didn't you stick to the strategic location of Guangning?"

When Zhang Ping'an heard this, he laughed. "Old man, you are aware of military affairs. If I stay in Guangning and don't leave, the old slaves want to beat me, and the Mongolian Tartars will also come to chew my meat. Wouldn't you take this opportunity to regain lost territory? It's better than now, the Ming Dynasty court can at least sell me supplies."

Only then did Sun Chengzong realize that Zhang Ping'an's strategic vision is not short.

"What if you recover!"

"Of course, let the position of Xuan Wei Envoy be passed on and have children with women. To be a local official, you must have the awareness of being a local official! If you are not your thing, don't think about it!"

When Sun Chengzong heard this, he knew that the bad boy's words were too false, but then he thought that after the victory of Ponucheng next year, the population would definitely be greatly lost. He was thousands of miles away from the Ming Dynasty and could not be replenished. He could only rest and recuperate. Perhaps without natural disasters and man-made disasters, it would take more than ten years to recover to the pre-war population level.

"I plan to help you raise copper and iron materials. Give me a month, you can exchange it with a horse!"

"How much can the old man give?" Zhang Ping'an, the profiteer, would not miss any opportunity.

"About 200,000 pounds!"

"Then my slave army will be a sharp sword that Donglin has dealt with the Tartars!"

When Sun Chengzong heard this, he felt that this bad boy was playing tricks again. He said he would deal with the Tartars, but he didn't say he would help Donglin deal with Wei Zhongxian.

"What if Wei Zhongxian gave you more things?"

"I wish him to grow eggs!"

Sun Chengzong is happy now. This bad boy is very rough. But his meaning is very clear. He will not go along with Wei Zhongxian.

"Are you just annoyed Wei Zhongxian so much?"
Chapter completed!