On the sixth day of the sixth month of June, like the summer morning of countless grasslands, the rising sun moistens the earth that has slept all night.

In the camp of the Ming army in the Horqin grassland, the smoke curls up, and as early as an hour ago, the soldiers of the Ming army were already busy.

Oh yes, because the Horqin Department has been rebelling with the wild boar skin for many years, once removed from the list, Liu Hong, who was drunk last night, gradually changed his name.

Today's Horqin grassland has been changed to Wuzhumuqin grassland, and the grassland is still the same grassland, but it has changed its owner, a new owner who is desperate to follow Daming.

"General soldier Wang, just now the sentry came to report that His Majesty will arrive at our camp in half an hour, should you notify the Inspector to take over?" Lu Haibo walked up to Wang Yuanba and saluted.

"Well, what you said is reasonable, then the official now orders you to go and call the adults to get up." Wang Yuanba held a bowl of leftover mutton from last night in his hand, and glanced at Lu Haibo while chewing.

"Where can you, Brother Wang, our military position is low, you must come to wake up this matter of calling adults to get up, right?" Lu Haibo is transparent in his heart, which general above the rank of general in the army has not been trained by Liu Hongji?

Unless there is a big emergency, Liu Hongjian can hold back the surging anger of getting up, otherwise whether it is the general army or the general, he can only get a one-word reply.

Get out, don't bother the official!

But when Your Majesty arrives, it will be a great event for them!

His Majesty is the greatest, but not only Lu Haibo and Wang Yuanba are worried, is it a big deal for Your Majesty to come to the Governor?

Maybe!

"The last general, Wang Yuanba, knocks on His Majesty!"

"The last generals Lu Haibo and Wu Binghao knock to see Your Majesty!"

"The last general Chang Yu ......"

"Okay, okay, you Aiqing is flat, what about Liu Aiqing?" Chongzhen smiled with a smile on his face, and raised his hand slightly to signal the Ming army generals who knelt on the ground to get up.

For Liu Hongjian did not come to pick up the driver, Chongzhen did not have any unhappiness.

Sure enough, in His Majesty's heart, the position is different, Wang Yuanba and Lu Haibo glanced at each other.

Although they were scolded, the two of them could almost understand that if they didn't suffer this scolding, it was estimated that what would be waiting for them later would be the board of the Inspector.

"Oh, the emperor is here, the ministers ......" Liu Honggradually put on his clothes and armor for a while, and when he heard the mountain shouting outside, he hurriedly opened the curtain of the yurt and pretended to greet him

"Aiqing is exempt, hehe, I don't have to worry about coming here, come and have a look." Chongzhen waved his hand to signal the generals of the Ming army to perform their duties, and he and Liu Hong gradually entered the yurt.

"Your Majesty, what's going on over there in Haizhou, are the Tartar soldiers still cowering and don't dare to fight with us?" Liu Hong gradually ordered Niu Dabang to pass the meal, and he sat under Chongzhen and asked.

"Everything is peaceful in Haizhou, and the people in the surrounding pastures have heard that the Ming Dynasty has recovered, and many of them have fled from their original places of residence to go to Haizhou to return to Shun, as for the Jianyu, it is really as Aiqing said, and has been guarded in Liaoyang City for a long time."

Chongzhen entered this yurt for the first time, and looked around in a novelty.

Now he finally understands some of Liu Hongji's deep meaning, as an emperor, if he can't even understand the life of the people under his rule, how can he talk about governing the country?

It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles, and the ancients were honest and did not deceive me.

As he spoke, Niu Dabang led a row of soldiers into the yurt, a pot of fresh mare's milk, a plate of shredded mutton, plus a large plate of beef in sauce, and two portions of stir-fried wild vegetables from the grassland.

"Hahaha, Jianyu is just a clown who jumps off the beam, in the face of absolute strength, all tricks are vain.

The emperor looked, soon after, the ministers should lead our Ming Iron Guard, drive the Tartars to Siberia, and let them be in the company of the Eskimos! Liu Hong gradually poured Chongzhen a cup of steaming mare's milk and said.

"Siberia...... Eskimo...... What is that place? Although Chongzhen has a general understanding of the surrounding countries of the Ming Dynasty, he has never heard of it.

"Hmm...... It's the North Pole, oh the North Pole is the northernmost place on our planet, no, you can't say that, actually...... It is...... It's this grassland that goes north and north and north and then north until the end.

It's cold over there, and you have to bring a stick to the toilet, which is several times colder than the winter outside the gate. ”

Liu Hong gradually sucked a sip of mare's milk, feeling that the taste was slightly heavier than the milk of later generations, but he knew that this milk was not much purer than the milk of later generations, at least Mu Yousanju Qing'an.

Whether it is Siberia or Eskimo, the North Pole or the Earth, Liu Hong gradually finds that if he wants to explain these things clearly, it is really a test of his patience.

However, he is the only one in this world, and he is invincible, which is really lonely!

Chongzhen was stunned for a moment, what North Pole? What Earth? Why do you need to bring a stick to the toilet?

Chongzhen simply didn't delve into the matter, because he knew that even if he looked deeper, he would only get a more ambiguous answer.

He was used to the gibberish that his beloved general would talk about from time to time.

"Aiqing, what is this?" Chongzhen pointed to the mare's milk in front of him, which was steaming white flowers.

In addition to drinking the milk of his nurse when he was a child, the Ming Emperor did not have the habit of drinking milk as an adult, and milk was very strange to Chongzhen.

"Your Majesty, this is a good thing, mare's milk! You taste it! Liu Hongjian had already finished half a bowl and began to attack the meat in front of him.

Chongzhen looked suspicious, picked up the bowl, and Huang He, who was waiting on the side, had learned to be silent, which made Liu Hong gradually feel that this guy had grown up and was sensible.

"Well, it tastes pretty good." Chongzhen put down the bowl.

"That is, Your Majesty, mare's milk is a very nutritious thing, and if you can drink a big bowl every day, it will be of great benefit to your body!

You can taste the local products of these grasslands. ”

This beef stew is good, and Liu Hong gradually decided to increase the salary of the cooks in the army.

"Why don't you have a flatbread?" Chongzhen was a little confused.

Can rice without flatbread still be called rice?

The Ming Emperor seems to have a soft spot for flatbread, and this habit of eating bread seems to be ancestral.

Just as for Ah San, there is no soul in rice without curry, and the Ming Emperor's dinner table cannot be without flatbread.

It is said that the day before Emperor Chengzu drove the crane to the west, he also ate two flatbreads.

"Your Majesty, when you come to the grassland, you have to taste the local food, isn't there an old saying? Those who know food are handsome, read thousands of books, it is better to eat a hundred meals, if the two love for a long time, how can it be in the pork and pork ......"

Liu Hong gradually said a lot.

He didn't understand why Chongzhen was always obsessed with one type of food, and there were so many delicacies in the world, such as French foie gras, Ah San's curry feast, Franco's seafood, Dutch steak, Xinjiang uncle's large plate of chicken and roast kidneys......

In his previous life, he was a poor dick and didn't get any money, so if he didn't come here and didn't 'wreak havoc', wouldn't it be a shame for the traverser?