Chapter 782 Are You Not Pretending Anymore?

"Some people have already arrived."

He Chunhua thought for a long time and shook his head: "The Kuangsha Ji has disappeared, and Yuanxi is afraid that something will happen."

Others were happy to hear such rumors, but he was once a border governor, and he immediately thought of the safety of the country.

"Isn't that right?" Butler Wu was also worried. "Originally, the west border of Yuan was stable because of the Panlong Desert, the Wild Sand Season, and the Three Corpse Insects. Now you can travel through the Panlong Desert at will, then, then..."

"Tomorrow will worry about tomorrow." He Chunhua waved his hand, "That's all, for now, this kind of trouble is not on the list. If there is any news about Heishui City and Panlong Desert in the future, you can report it to me as soon as possible!"

Butler Wu leaves.

…

He Chunhua stood there, lost in thought for a long time, and his thoughts turned back to He Lingchuan.

He had always known that the eldest son was not dead, but he didn't know his whereabouts.

He Lingchuan suddenly came back, becoming shrewder, more confident, and more... difficult to fathom.

Why did he come back?

Although the Rongshan loan was a good thing, it was promoted by the eldest son and acted as the special envoy to handle it. To a certain extent, the situation was beyond the control of his father.

Both in public and private matters, He Chunhua didn't like this change.

He wanted to go back to the house to change clothes, but when he walked through the atrium, he saw He Lingchuan half-sitting on the edge of the flower pond, throwing rice grains to feed the fish.

When the fish swims close, he throws the rice grains away;

When the fish swims far away, he throws the rice grains closer.

All the koi, big and small, were tossed around by him, making the pond as chaotic as boiling water.

He Chunhua subconsciously slowed down his steps, but before he took two steps, He Lingchuan, who had his back turned to him, smiled and said: "Dad, the varieties in your pond are too single, there are just a few fat koi, and the colors are not bright enough. Why? Why don’t you bring some good fish to make me happy?”

"Oh?" He Chunhua asked smoothly, "Which variety is better?"

"Flower gun, rolling embroidery beads, white dragon halberd, colorful fairy, colorful shrimp." He Lingchuan casually reported a bunch of names, "They can all grow very big and beautiful."

The entertainment industry in Bega is very developed, and there is a huge market for flowers, birds, and fish. Ordinary fish like koi cannot enter the homes of the rich and powerful on the floating island.

"Really? I've never heard of it." He Chunhua also stood by the pond looking at the fish, "Has our family raised one before?"

"No."

"Do you have Yuandu?"

He Lingchuan laughed, but still looked like a dandy: "It's my first time here, how could I know?"

He Chunhua looked at him and smiled: "So - is there a sand pier in Xuluo Kingdom?"

"The fish sold there are meant to be eaten, not kept in the pond." He Lingchuan threw in a few more grains of rice, "Of course, our carps are big enough, and we can sacrifice them as a last resort. ”

He Chunhua paused and stopped by the pool. If he takes another step, he will step into the water:

"The fish did nothing wrong, so why eat it?"

"Whether they will be eaten or not has nothing to do with whether we made a mistake or not, it just depends on our mood." He Lingchuan threw a grain of rice every time he said a word later, "What mistakes can be made by such an ornamental plaything?"

He Chunhua was silent for a few moments, then suddenly said: "Are you still my Chuan'er?"

The words came suddenly, but He Lingchuan didn't react at all. He continued to feed with a steady hand and the fish was very anxious.

He Chunhua's tone was relaxed, like a joke: "Why does it look like a different person?"

"I'm making a difference, aren't you happy? Aren't you proud?" He Lingchuan turned to look at him, "I even secured a loan for Yuan Kingdom!"

This huge sum of money, which Yuan Kingdom urgently needs, is also one of his capital for self-protection. It is a card for him to return to Yuan Kingdom to deal with his father.

Without him, there would be no money.

He is gone, and so is the money.

"Well done." He Chunhua nodded vigorously, "Well done, otherwise I don't know how to fight the battle ahead."

It is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, and how can a general fight a war without soldiers?

"Now that the money is coming, what are dad going to do next?"

He Chunhua asked him: "Does Chuan'er want to participate?" The eldest son deliberately changed the topic, and he followed suit.

"A true man, who doesn't want to make great achievements, become a marquis and become a prime minister? But -" He Lingchuan said softly, "It's just a rebellion in the south. The great Sima in the northwest is not easy to fight."

Peasant uprisings are usually less disciplined and less effective than regular armies. Of course, the current Central Army of Yuan Kingdom is not very good either.

"The civil war in Yuan Kingdom is a bottomless pit. Let alone three million taels of silver, even if you throw five million or ten million taels into it, you may not be able to survive until the end." He Lingchuan sighed, "What do you want to do? I Although he is appointed as a special envoy, he does not want his mother country to pay back the money, causing precious resources to leak out. "

He Chunhua asked him: "What suggestions does Chuan'er have?"

In the past, He Chunhua never consulted his eldest son on military strategy. He Lingchuan threw the last handful of rice grains into the pond, causing a school of fish to rush for food: "Father, it is better to fight quickly. The rebels are marching all the way north, and the war is about to reach Yazhou. Let alone winning or losing. , the three nearby states are big grain granaries. The Hong Xiangqian rebellion that was only suppressed last year has caused a sharp decrease in food in the south, less than half of previous years. If the farmland is abandoned due to the war this year, there will be no food in the autumn. No harvest, when the time comes..."

Dayuan was already suffering from severe food shortages, and when the time came, it became a vicious cycle.

He Chunhua nodded: "Your worries are exactly the same as those of your Majesty and the courtiers."

The eldest son made a good analysis.

No more pretending?

"So what is dad's idea?"

"I know what you said." He Chunhua sighed lightly, "Our army must fight and win, and that's the meaning of going south. Otherwise, defeating thousands of miles away will only hit the morale of the army and the people and increase the enemy's arrogance."

He paused: "In the past, the royal court suppressed Hong Xiangqian, and the Hong bandits became stronger and stronger. When they started the rebellion, there were only more than a hundred people, but before the battle of Woling Pass, there were tens of thousands of troops. Isn't it because of the decline of one side and the decline of the other?"

He Lingchuan said.

Hong Xiangqian's rise to power is not only due to the incompetence of the government army. He didn't point it out, but only asked He Chunhua: "What are you going to do, father?"

No matter how much He Chunhua delays, the patience of the King of Yuan is limited; no matter how capable He Chunhua is, if the King of Yuan can't rely on him, he will not be polite to him.

So, He Chunhua also has to grasp this "degree".

"Food and supplies must be delivered, otherwise my soldiers will have to endure hunger on the front line. Even if the original chance of winning was 70% to 80%, now it is only 30% to 40%." He Chunhua's tone was angry, "But you also know that the logistics of Dayuan, alas. Even if 100,000 dan of food are supported to me, the most that can be delivered to the front line is less than 30,000 to 40,000 dan."

"Besides, even if I take back the enemy-occupied area, if I can't win the hearts of the people, how can I know that they won't rebel again?"