Chapter 553

The sun was bright and shining on people, which had brought a lot of burning feeling. Craftsmen in coarse cloth and short combat and Ding Zhuang were cleaning up broken stone tracks and sundries, and the guards also pushed carts back to the camp.

Surrounded by officials, Su Lu's eyebrows frowned.

It is certainly not a bad thing for the Han country that the texi fought with the British, but how to profit from it, we have to go back and make a good calculation.

He ordered Dong Ling to tell several generals:

"The general staff office immediately convened a general staff meeting to discuss our due attitude in this western war, how to profit from it, or whether we can get a real powerful crossbow. There is still a big gap in technology between us and the Tibetans."

Dong Ling presented a document book: "this is the national certificate that the Taixi people asked us to fulfill our original commitment, and asked us to go out of the army immediately and attack the back road of the British people."

Su Lu looked at it roughly: "promise them, as for whether or not to send troops and when to send troops, it is necessary to discuss. The staff office discussed the articles of association and how to maximize China's interests in this war."

Dong Ling bowed down and ordered several generals to say a few words. They were stunned, but they still took the order, turned around the wooden wheel car and returned to the capital.

After watching the wooden wheel car, Su Lu should go back and board the carriage. Su Lu leaned back against the carriage and closed his eyes.

The state affairs are busy, and there are many things to deal with. Li Qing is pregnant, and he is more and more indifferent to the government. Even once in a while, he gives up when he hears it.

Now Su Lu should not only pay attention to the promotion of these new tools, but also deal with the imperial government and promulgate the national government.

Fortunately, the drought in Shazhou has passed. According to the notes played by local officials, the young crops in the field are growing well. This year should be a bumper harvest year.

A pair of soft hands were pinched on his shoulders, and the weight was relaxed, which made Su Lu light.

I didn't bring a maid today. When did the woman come to the carriage.

"Lord, this is a new massage technique that I learned from commander Changning. Changning studied from the famous doctor Mr. Gu. Mr. Gu's massage is unique in the capital."

Dong Ling's voice came from behind.

Su Lu opened his eyes and patted Dong Ling's hand, indicating that she didn't have to press it again.

"You're a general of staff, not a doctor. There's no need to do these things. Taking good care of the staff office will make me comfortable enough."

Dong Ling smiled at the speech: "the staff office was established at the beginning. The grade you gave is too low. With the staff office, you won't be the only one to rely on if there is a war in the future. The staff generals can cooperate with the dispatched generals to participate in the formulation of strategies and tactics and pave the way for war."

"Three people form a plan and five people form an array. Moreover, there are generals with war experience in the staff office. It will be much easier for generals to fight in the future."

Su Lu nodded. Dong Ling's eyes had never disappointed him. She was in charge of the staff office. She could rest assured.

"Wang Ye, the magistrate of Jixian County asked for an interview. He said that the county's scholars and gentry had broken the Fengshui and destroyed the terrain. They wanted to sue the imperial court and the Ministry of work for occupying a broken house and damaging the fengshui of their ancestral tombs."

Su Lu was a little angry. Unexpectedly, these gentry really jumped out to make trouble because of Feng Shui.

"Dong Ling, I'll give you a task."

Dong Ling replied with a smile: "Lord, just tell me. I promise to subdue these gentry."

Su Lu shook his head: "I don't need them to obey. These people are local tyrants. It's hard to say that some people have the lives of tenant farmers. Take Ding Xiang Wei to deal with it and let them experience the power of the imperial court's iron fist."

"And this county magistrate, I have written to him long ago and ordered him to suppress the local tyrants and evil gentry. Since he can't do it, he should go home and plant sweet potatoes. If an official doesn't make decisions for the people, he should go home and plant sweet potatoes."

Dong Ling burst out laughing. "The prince is worthy of being a poet. If you say it casually, it will have a lasting appeal."

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Wuli Village, western Liaoning.

Fubo sat at the stone table in his yard. There were two thick porcelain black bowls with hot boiled sweet potatoes. The dark red skin was close to the warm yellow pulp, and there were layers of sweetness.

Ah Er came in from the outside in his clothes. "Ah ye, Li Zheng is not coming. He said that there was another war outside Jiameng pass. The county government sent messages to all places, asking us to guard against the spies of Taixi and intee."

Then ah Er sat down at the stone table, took a sweet potato and broke it off. The smell of fragrance filled the air along the escaping heat, and the yard was full of the smell of food.

Fuber knocked the cigarette bag pot on the table and put it aside. He also picked up a sweet potato, broke it off and took a bite.

"Is there another war? Has the county government written to recruit veterans to the battlefield?"

"Ah Er, if there is a call, you don't have to take care of me and go to the battlefield."

Ah Er smiled bitterly:

"Grandpa, you think too much. Neither of us can fight in the battlefield. A few days ago, the staff office has written all over the guard house. We no longer recruit sergeants with only one son in our family. Now we are both rejected by the guard."

Fu Bo stared in amazement at the speech. "When did such a military and political affair happen? Isn't it a mischief? We have fought many times in western Liaoning, and few people have survived. We are lucky to have a child at home. If we don't recruit these people, where else can the Imperial court use them."

"No, I have to go to General Li Lu and say, the Lord has worked hard to beat us down in Liaoxi, but we can't let these bastard officials do more harm."

Ah Er grabbed Fubo and smiled bitterly:

"Ah ye, you are still this impatient brush. How can you not pass through the Lord without such a big event? It must have been approved by the Lord."

"Where is the staff office? That's the military office set up by the Lord. It's a place dedicated to war. It has the right to advise on war strategies, military strategies and the mobilization of sergeants."

Fu Bo sat down when he heard the speech: "it's all right if the prince gets it out. The prince has no choice but to make such an order. He must have considered it for us, for us old guys."

Ah Er sneered: "I said, ah ye, you can't take all good things to your head. Why do you think it's for you if you don't let your only son join the army?"

Fu Bo's eyes stared, "why don't you think about me? I only have you. If you go to the battlefield, who will feed me."

"Old man Yang of the former village told me yesterday that he was going to report to the Wei house. Hao Laosan of their village occupied the front line of his house. He couldn't beat Hao Laosan with old arms and legs. He could only rely on the Wei house to make decisions for him."

"If old man Yang has a son about your size, He Hao Laosan dares to move. He doesn't dare to be so bold when he sees old man Yang alone and his sons die in the battlefield."

Fuber patted the table and flattened the sweet potatoes in his hand.

"The Lord is not thinking about what to do for us old guys."