Chapter 60 Northwest Ma Zheng

When Yang Yiqing took four people into the house, Su Wuniang looked at the house and there was no smell of fireworks, so she asked, "Royal Envoy, is this... your home?"

Yang Yiqing nodded and wondered if there were any questions about this?

Su Wu Niang asked, "Why is there no woman in your house?"

Yang Yiqing: "I don't have a family - I have been running between the garden castles all year round, either to clean up the pastures occupied by bullies, or political greedy officials. The vengeful people are like lice on the beggar's head. How can a woman's family follow me scared!" After saying that, he smiled.

Su Wu Niang asked, "Then you have to tidy up the yard if you pass alone. At least a few pots of flowers are planted. In case someone breaks in, you can hide in the flowers and behind the trees, otherwise you will become the lice on the monk's head and hide, which is clear at a glance!"

Yang Yiqing pointed to the flower pot piled up on the ground and said, "Well, there was. After inspecting a few horse farms, it died and let me pull the dry branches and boil water!"

Su Wuniang breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay. I finally have water to drink. I'll make a pot of tea for you!"

Yang Yiqing hurriedly stopped Su Wuniang and said, "Come back! The tea is here! Just this bag, you will drink it!"

I have to say that women are emotional animals. The moment she turned around, tears came out of her eyes! Wang Shouren and Li Mengyang are stunned - they don't believe that this is the mansion of Sanpin - don't die, I believe it!

"Ten days is cloudy and sunny, and the door is full of moss." It is Yang Yiqing's poem, and the last few sentences are: "It is difficult to wash the armored soldiers in the river. The guest pillow was afraid of moving the wet place, and the neighbors were shocked to hear the bad sound of the wall. I know countless broken houses, and I can't help worrying about all kinds of feelings." - Yang Yiqing heard that the walls of the people next door collapsed, so that he couldn't sleep at night and worried that the people became sick...

His already superb appearance, coupled with his untidy style and years of worrying about the country and the people, make him look like he is 70 or 80 years old. But at this moment, they feel that he is shining! A person who works hard for the country and the people, you say to him, "You have suffered!" That's a very superfluous and pretentious thing! Therefore, they chose silence!

There is a kind of emotion in the world - it is silent, but it is heartbreaking!

There is a kind of admiration in the world - it can't be exported, but it is engraved on the bone!

There is a kind of heartache in the world - it is useless, but it makes tears pour down!

Su Wuniang shouted that Gao Daquan went in and helped boil water: "Dianhe, I'll give you the firewood stick!" You are now the beggar gang leader! I'll buy you some food and cook a big meal to reward you!"

"Good!" Yang Yiqing shouted happily, "I'm about to ask Xianji for some good poems!"

Li Mengyang hurriedly said, "I dare not be, dare not be, the real master is here!" The imperial envoy lived on the border for a long time and had never heard of his anecdotes. At the age of 11, he wrote "Closed Moon Mountain Room" - Jinshan was as big as a fist, breaking the underwater sky of Weiyang; leisurely on the moon, the jade flute blew through the cave dragon sleep.

Yang Yiqing clapped his hands and cheered: "Good poem, good poem!"

"Not only poetry, but also he is proficient in military tactics. I told you that he came back from Juyong Pass at the age of 14. Dressed up as a chivalrous man and threatened to give it to the emperor. Wang Xiu wrote nothing and hit him after talking about the chicken feather duster..." Li Mengyang actually shook off the matter of Wang Shouren's teenager and listened Yang Yiqing laughed repeatedly and even laughed!

"The difference is so big! What a frightening! I originally expected that once there was a war, Daming's armament would inevitably collapse, but I didn't expect it to reach such a point! What's the use of these 3,814 horses?!" Wang Shouren's saliva splashed excitedly: "What other factors are closely related to Ma Zheng in addition to the smuggling of tea horses, which leads to the sharp reduction of officials and horses?"

"In addition to the smuggling tea horses you have seen, there are also Mongolian soldiers who break into the horse farm from time to time to rob horses and harass the people. As a result, the imperial envoy built a side wall to prevent the invasion of foreign thieves. In addition, there were royal relatives and officers who reclaimed grasslands for farmland, or were bought and sold, and the area of excellent pastures was reduced. Since taking office, the imperial envoy of the capital had not been with them, but the pastures were extremely scattered, with more than a thousand soldiers, which was fundamentally out of reach; and although the imperial court However, attention is attached to Ma Zheng. In addition to the Taipu Temple, there is another Taipu Temple and Yuanma Temple to separate Ma Zheng. But the drawbacks of this way of Ma Zheng's decentralized management are obvious. Ma Zheng is divided into many departments and has no unity, which will inevitably lead to too much decentralization of power and difficult to plan uniformly..."

Seeing that everyone here frowned, Yang Yiqing said, "You don't have to worry too much. Since I took office, I have vigorously bought stallions and cleaned up the stolen pastures. The border defense has also been increasingly strengthened, and the horses have recovered to nearly 30,000!"

"Oh, tell me earlier!"

"This Ma Zheng is really a first-class national event!"

"Come on, the dishes are cold. Let's drink a toast! From tomorrow, you will patrol the pastures with me!"

"Okay, I will try my best!"