When I entered Henan from Huguang, it seemed like two worlds. Henan was full of farmland, and the roadside was full of magnificent wheat, which was endless to see. A gust of wind blew over, as if I could smell the aroma of steamed buns.

There are joyful farmers everywhere in the fields. As long as there is some time, they will go to the fields to check it out. The old men who are familiar with the farming time are grinning.

Now in May, the wheat has entered the final grouting period. As long as the weather does not have any problems, the wheat can be harvested in ten days and half a month. Although according to regulations, 70% of the grain must be handed over, as long as the harvest is good, the family can still fill their stomachs.

Those farmers who made extra money were extremely excited and promised their children early that they would eat noodles every day after harvesting, and even some people prepared to make dumplings to reward themselves. The hard days have passed, and the good times are coming!

The people were extremely happy, obviously Gu Zhenhua was not so optimistic. He hurried back to Kaifeng with Wu Kaijie. While resting on the road, Gu Zhenhua also looked at the crops and asked the old farmer.

"Everyone says this year is probably the best harvest in more than ten years. This is God's reward. Duke, you should be happy, why are you still worried?"

Gu Zhenhua shook his head: "It's not that simple. This summer harvest, a lot of land has been deserted for several years. The first harvest is definitely not good. No matter how you calculate it, it would be good to be able to fill Henan's stomach. If it's better, it's just a few hundred thousand dans of grain to supply military supplies."

"Mr., this is good. In a year, we broke away from external dependence in the farming process. This is a great thing!"

"Good things must be digested. From now on, the wheat will take half a month, and harvest and storage will take one month. Finally, the grain will be paid for taxes and each farm pays it. These grains may not be put into hands until September."

Wu Kaijie also suddenly woke up and said hurriedly: "Dude, are you saying that in the past few months, An Guojun can't make big moves?"

Wu Kaijie said to himself: "This is a problem. The Tartars are ready to move. I don't think they will give up."

Gu Zhenhua could only shake his head and smile bitterly: "Let's take one step at a time. In short, this year will not be worse than last year."

Gu Zhenhua rushed back to Kaifeng. He had just arrived at the coach's mansion and had to hurry to take a sip of water before he could come. Li Jibo and Fang Jianming found him with a large stack of official documents.

"Mr., you are back!"

When Gu Zhenhua saw that his brain was also in pain and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Li, just let's deal with small matters, I can trust you. Besides, I should give me some time to deal with private matters. Don't you know that the future young king is about to be born?"

"I don't know if it's a boy!" Li Jibo said with a smile: "Dude, please take a look at it yourself. Is it a big deal?"

Gu Zhenhua hurriedly took the official document, and when he opened it, he frowned. He flipped through three or four copies in a row, and the content was almost the same. Gu Zhenhua's brows became deeper and deeper.

Li Jibo said: "Dude, the Tartars attacked seven villages in half a month, all of which were cruelly destroyed and destroyed the food they were about to harvest. These seven times were all concentrated in northern Henan. Now the people are in panic, and many farms are requesting to move to the mainland to avoid massacre!"

"This is not possible!" Gu Zhenhua waved his hand and said: "The Tartars have changed their tactics. They don't compete with us for the city, but instead fight guerrilla warfare. It's elusive and difficult to defend. But if we retreat, they will be more and more aggressive and have no leader at all."

Li Jibo also sighed: "We should not retreat, but we have limited troops and are not like the Tartars, with so many horses. Moreover, these food and the people are something we must protect. It is really a dilemma. It seems that the Tartars have improved a lot during this period and have caught our pain in an instant."

Gu Zhenhua frowned and walked around the ground for a few times before saying, "It's indeed a bit difficult. Do you have any good ideas now?"

Fang Jianming hurriedly said, "Mr. Guo Gong, Kang Lesheng sent a combat plan and proposed the idea of ​​luring the enemy into depth. I think the idea is good. But the plan is too big, and Mr. Li and I dare not make a hasty decision."

"Take it to me!"

Gu Zhenhua hurriedly asked for the plan, spread it out and looked carefully, nodding frequently while watching.

"Hahaha, this kid Kang Lesheng reads more than others and has more thoughts. I think this plan is good!"

Li Jibo smiled and said, "It's indeed good, but it involves too much. It's not easy to perform this big show."

Gu Zhenhua also nodded: "That's true. Let's think about it together, see if there are any loopholes, and make up for them. Give the Tartars a painful lesson as soon as possible and let them taste the great things!"

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"Battery Commander, this is Xiao Songji, Zhujiaji and other places, and there are a total of 17 officials from the fields and farms."

Kang Lesheng swept over everyone with a serious expression and said in pain: "Everyone, I believe everyone has heard that the Tartars have changed their tactics and used elite troops to attack farms in the border areas. Several villages have been victimized one after another. I just received the order from Shangfeng that each farm must harvest food immediately, and then carry all the supplies. Within ten days, you must withdraw to the mainland without any mistakes!"

After Kang Lesheng finished speaking, everyone present frowned.

The first person to speak was Zhu Chenghai. As the first batch of official military farm officers in Anguo Army, his assessments were excellent. The more he just surrendered, the more he was, the more he was, the more steady Zhu Chenghai performed, the more appropriate he did, and was deeply appreciated by the top. Just waiting for the summer harvest to end and ask for rewards on his merits, Zhu Chenghai could be promoted and become the county magistrate.

He frowned and said, "Capital Commander Kang, the wheat is still filling up. If harvested in advance, it will be reduced by at least half. Moreover, ten days are too tight and not enough!"

"This is the order of the Duke of the State. Everyone can only execute it. You can't watch the Tartars take away the food and make it cheaper for them!"

This sentence stopped everyone, and Zhu Chenghai could only nod in pain.

"I finally recovered a little bit of vitality. I'm afraid that these farms will start over again and the people will be in vain."

After Kang Lesheng deployed the evacuation plan, they could only leave dejectedly.

Zhu Chenghai walked in front, his head hanging very low, and the others also stared at each other, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man ran over from behind and walked a few steps to Zhu Chenghai and grabbed his sleeve. Zhu Chenghai hurriedly turned around. He also knew the person who came. He was the person in charge of the No. 3 farm of Xiao Song Jijia, named Zhang Zecheng.

"Brother Zhang, do you have any advice?"

Zhang Zecheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Brother Zhu, I have no idea how to explain it to the people so suddenly, and I don't know how to explain it to the people. It's really hard to do it!"

Zhu Chenghai said: "Isn't there any way to do this? The Tartars are coming and they must retreat, otherwise they will snatch them away."

Zhang Zecheng curled his lips, "Brother Zhu, last year, the Duke of the State also killed tens of thousands of Tartars. The Anguo Army is so powerful, how could he be afraid of Tartars? It's really hard to understand!"

Zhu Chenghai said: "What can't be understood? One time and another. The Duke of the State just mobilized a large army to Huguang, and the Tatars adopted a sneak attack. They ran away after they fought. There was only one battalion garrison in our two or three counties here. Can they cover the sky with great hands?"

Zhu Chenghai said casually, but Zhang Zecheng listened to him with his heart, his eyes were circling, and he remembered them all in his heart.

"Brother Zhu, I heard that you have a fellow countryman and are the staff of Duke Ji. Can you let him and our Duke have a good time and get along with him? Send more people here!"

Zhu Chenghai shook his head hurriedly and said seriously: "Brother Zhang, you also know the rules of An Guojun. We only care about the civil affairs of the military farm. We have less interference in the military affairs. The more we know, the less good it will be for us!"

Zhang Zecheng smiled embarrassedly and said, "Isn't this just for the sake of the people? I have no other intentions."

They went back in a hurry, organized the farms to grab the grain, then sorted out the property, and took away all the valuables. In fact, there was nothing valuable to everyone, but some farms had built houses, and everyone had to move out after living in the new house for a few days, and many elderly people were reluctant to leave.

Some people even cried secretly, "I finally had a home. If I left, I don't know when I could settle down. These slaughtered Tartars should be cut into pieces!"

No matter how the people complain, all the places are moving. Farms are busy harvesting wheat and hurry up to dry it. The harvest time in northern Henan is even later than in the south, but now it is actually earlier, and at least half of the production is reduced. The people are particularly distressed and complained.

Just as the farms were busy, someone secretly passed the news to the Tartars. When the news was received at Gushan Ezhen Tower in Neihuang, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"You mean the dog was really scared away?"

A guy with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek said, "That's right, my master specifically asked the villain to tell the adults that the Ming army is now empty in the northern extreme of Henan. If he takes advantage of the situation, he will definitely be able to achieve a miraculous effect!"

The Qunta frowned and waved his hand for a while: "Why can you wait for me to argue about the Qing Dynasty? Get out of here."

This news was so scared that he retreated repeatedly. How could this Tartar be moody?

As soon as he retreated to the door, the Qunta suddenly said, "Go, go to the account to get a hundred taels of silver. The Qing Dynasty will never use people in vain!"

"Thank you, thank you!" The boy kowtowed repeatedly, and when he went out, he was tripped by the threshold, which was very funny.

Junta was full of disdain and couldn't help but sigh: "If all the Han people in the world are like this, why worry about my Qing Dynasty not dominating the world!"

Junta thought for a while and asked someone to hurriedly invite Ye Keshu over. The two of them were responsible for harassing northern Henan this time. Junta was born in Zhengbai Banner and made many military achievements. When attacking Pidao, he and Oboi were two vanguards. Among the Qing generals, Junta was famous and was a ferocious beast.

Ye Keshu and Junta are two different ways. They are cunning and have a lot of tricks.

Junta called him over and said, "Brother, let's see what to do. Should we seize this opportunity and take the opportunity to attack northern Henan?"

Ye Keshu waved his hand: "Master General, it's not possible. An Guojun has been operating in northern Henan for a long time, especially in Jixian and other places. Prince Su and Wu Sangui both hit hard and lost their lives. We may not be worth it!"

Qunta also breathed a long sigh: "Hey, in the war last year, the battle was so bad that the red flags were almost gone. I could only pull the twelve or thirteen-year-old children in to make up the numbers. I felt sorry for people. How could they fight? Prince Ying, Prince Su, Wu Sangui, and Kong Youde, my Qing Dynasty lost four princes at once, which is heartbreaking to think about it."

The words of Junta are indeed sincere. If it weren’t for fear of An Guojun, and with the character of Junta, they would have led their troops to rush up. This guy would have taken off all his arms and made a rock with his own eyes and stones!

Ye Keshu frowned and thought for a while and said, "Master, although we cannot take down northern Henan, we should still attack. It is best to burn all the food. Didn't the Romance of the Three Kingdoms say that it is, the plan is ruthless. If we can burn all the food they have worked hard to plant for more than half a year, wouldn't this be a great contribution?"

Junta thought for a while before saying, "I think I can do it. I'll send one or two hundred people to slaughter a few villages. It's too slow to do this. But I have to be careful not to be fooled."

The Tartars were indeed much more careful than before. They sent countless scouts to investigate the situation in northern Henan, and used all the spies in the open and secret ways.

Various news gathered together. First of all, more than a dozen counties in northern Henan began to harvest grain, involving millions of acres of land. Moreover, according to the observation of the eyeliner, the patrols in various places were basically militias, and the number of real Anguo troops was very small.

At this point, Junta and Ye Keshu were not completely relieved, so they arranged a small group of troops to attack the farm. Two farms were burned down in a row.

What awaited them was not the crazy counterattack of An Guojun, but the faster harvest of wheat in various places. In some places, they even had no time to harvest, and they were all burned. Then the people gathered together to support the elderly and the young, preparing to cross the Yellow River.

When things got to this point, Junta and Ye Keshu were completely relieved. The Anguo Army had indeed insufficient troops in northern Henan, and they did not even have the courage to fight.

"Hahaha, Grand Marshal, since the battle with the Anguo army, the Qing Dynasty has not yet gained a advantage. I think it will change from us!"

Junta was also proud: "That's right, Zhang Zecheng just sent news that nearly 400,000 dan of grain in five counties gathered in Fengqiu. You can't miss the opportunity to be given to heaven!"

Junta laughed loudly, and was extremely proud. He and Ye Keshu led the three thousand elite cavalry, each of whom had three war horses, and immediately went south.

The cavalry was dispatched with a thunderous momentum and an unparalleled speed. But there was one thing faster than a war horse, and that was a carrier pigeon!

There was a long time since the secret talks from the Tiandihui passed the news back to Fengqiu. Kang Lesheng was still in the field to burn food, and the people were afraid of hunger. When they saw the burning of crops, many people started to cry.

"June, stop burning, this is a life-saving thing, stay here!"

Kang Lesheng had a gloomy face: "Don't cry, do you want to leave it to the Tartars?"

"You want to burn it, even the old man will burn it together!" Several old farmers walked into the field with great strides and sat down angrily.

At this moment, a pigeon suddenly flew in front of Kang Lesheng.
Chapter completed!