Chongzhen felt that after the war, it was necessary for Liu Hong to gradually read more poetry and books with the prince.

Those who know the times are Junjie, not those who know food are Junjie, what is it to read thousands of books, it is better to eat hundreds of meals?

Also, what is the relationship between the two people, if it is long, how can it be in the pork and pork? Where did you learn this?

If Chongzhen knew which master had taught his love badly, he would definitely send this person to the Lingnan barrier and never be allowed to take the imperial examination.

Although this love will be able to fight and earn him money, it will not work without culture.

Perhaps, the people in the Tai Hospital should be summoned to see if this beloved general of his own has a brain disease.

He was still counting on this young general to help Zhu Cihong in the future, but thinking of this, Chongzhen began to worry about it again.

"When does Aiqing plan to attack Jianyu's city?" Chongzhen sandwiched a piece of braised beef, and felt that the taste was not bad.

It's a pity that there isn't a flatbread, but it doesn't seem to have a lot of salt in the beef, so it's just right to eat.

"What is the emperor anxious about, this grassland is also the territory of our Ming Dynasty, and the Jianyu can't run." Liu Hong gradually disagreed.

If Jianyu really ran away, it would be trouble-free, whether it was Liaoyang or Shengjing, the thickness of the city wall was almost the same as that of Nanjing City.

If you really want to count on the fifteen cannons to bombard, it is estimated that the barrels will be blown up to no avail.

"This ancient tribe of the alliance, I think, except for their war horses, is of little use to the Ming Dynasty.

It is imperative that we should focus on the Jianju, where there are my people, who have been enslaved by Jianju for decades...... Alas! Chongzhen seemed to remember the past and couldn't help but sigh.

If there are many words, Chongzhen didn't say it, the Tartars on the Menggu grassland have been separated and combined with the Ming Dynasty for hundreds of years.

Cheng Zu is eloquent and strategic, and he has never conquered Menggu in five attacks, and although he has won and lost in the following decades, he has not been able to completely solve the northern trouble.

In addition, after the investigation of the Wenchen of the past dynasties, this ancient grassland of the League could not produce grain except for grazing.

Even if you plant grain, you can often only produce one or two seasons, not only will the yield not be good, but the soil will turn into sand after a long time, and even the grass will not be able to survive well.

The grassland is like a chicken rib in Chongzhen's impression, if it is not for the Ming Dynasty to provide some good horses, it is really not as good as a chicken butt, and it will take a lot of officials to govern.

The Ming Dynasty is rich in resources, so it is better to go directly to exchange it with the ancients of the Alliance.

"Your Majesty's words are wrong! Minister, may I ask the emperor, is this beef and mutton delicious? Is mare's milk delicious? Liu Hong gradually felt that Chongzhen had an extremely strong prejudice against the grassland.

This prejudice is not only concentrated in food, but even in thought.

"The beef is thick and fragrant, the mutton has a strong taste, but the doctor said that it can ward off the cold, and the mare's milk tastes good, but Aiqing asked what this means?" Chongzhen wondered.

The people of the Ming Dynasty and even the officials are not allowed to eat beef, but the royal family is not among them, Rao is so, and the number of times Chongzhen eats beef is also only a handful.

"The minister asked the emperor, in terms of individual soldier ability, which is stronger or weaker between the Ming soldiers and the Tartar soldiers?" Liu Hongjian did not directly answer Chongzhen's doubts, but continued to ask.

"Although the Ming Dynasty now has firearms, if it is just a knife to chop, I think that the Ming soldiers are still inferior to the Tartars." This must be admitted, and the results of the years are sitting there.

"Then the emperor knows that the Tartars and our Ming soldiers are both human beings, and they both carry a head on two shoulders, why can't our Ming soldiers kill the Tartars?" Liu Hong became increasingly aggressive.

Chongzhen frowned, how did he know, if he knew, how could he lose so badly?

"The food is different, Your Majesty!" Seeing Chongzhen's depressed silence, Liu Hongjian also knew that he was pretending to be more unhappy than Uncle Jean, so he hurriedly solved the puzzle.

"The ancient people of the League were nomadic people, their food was grazing cattle and sheep, the Jurchens were fishing and hunting people, and there were tigers, leopards, wolves, and fish between the white mountains and black waters.

But whether it is the ancient people of the League or the Jurchens, they rarely eat pasta, and their three meals a day are basically all meat.

Meat is a good thing, rich in a variety of high-quality animal proteins, as well as various amino acids needed by the body...... Oh, let's put it this way, your Majesty, with the same weight of pasta and meat, one piece of meat can top five bowls of rice! ”

Occupational disease, occupational disease, as a medical professional, he actually pulled out all the amino acids for a while, Liu Hong gradually saw Chongzhen's brows becoming more and more wrinkled, and quickly stopped.

People who only eat wild vegetables will have yellow muscles, and people who only eat pasta will also not be able to fully replenish the nutrients needed by the body.

Especially for soldiers fighting on the battlefield, meat can quickly replenish energy and enhance muscle growth.

The ancient people basically did not have a baggage camp to fight, because all their belongings on the expedition were basically two horses, a camel man, and a camel waiting for the camel.

Two horses rotate, and they can march 200 miles in a day, and they come and go like the wind.

And their ten-day military ration was nothing more than half an air-dried sheep, which was hung on the horse's back and eaten at will, and it was also nutritious.

On the other hand, Daming!

Every day, it's rice dumplings and mixed dough cakes, and that's all right.

I heard that when the Ming Dynasty was difficult a few years ago, even the multigrain cakes were wooden, and it was strange that they could beat the tartars!

"Aiqing is saying that as long as the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty eat meat, their combat power will increase?" Chongzhen doesn't understand nutrition, in his opinion, whether it's pasta or meat, isn't it the same strength when you're full?

"The emperor is wise!" Liu Hongjian really wanted to pat Uncle Chongzhen on the shoulder and praise him for saying that his son can be taught rotten wood and carved.

Chongzhen glared at Liu Hongji, as if he heard that this was not praising him, at least he was insincere.

And he doesn't think there's anything wrong with eating pasta, pasta is the soul of the Han people!

"The emperor is worried that the Tartars will be barbaric and will not obey discipline, so I am afraid that he will not be able to live for a long time?" Liu Hong gradually put down the chopsticks in his hand and said.

This sentence can be regarded as speaking to Chongzhen's heart, if the Tartars are as good to feed as the people in the mainland, it doesn't hurt to receive it.

I am afraid that he is under the jurisdiction of the Ming Dynasty on the surface, but secretly he robs the house and humiliates the people of the Ming Dynasty.

In the past hundred years, such cases have emerged one after another, and Tartar has been refreshing the shameless bottom line.

"Does the emperor know why the Tartars are fighting so desperately?" Liu Hong gradually started to talk to himself.

Chongzhen was silent, but drank all the mare's milk in the bowl.

Huang He hurriedly bowed his waist and filled Chongzhen again, and then glanced at Liu Hongji's bowl, which was also full of flattery.

"It's not because of poverty! There is food and drink, who wants to hang their head on the waistband and walk around.

Daming lacks horses, cattle, sheep and meat, these are all things that are tired of eating on the grassland.

On the other hand, the Tartars, from the cloth they wear to the small embroidery needles, all rely on the Ming Dynasty.

Since we can be interdependent, why not take what we need?

In this way, the Tartars can eat rice and noodles, and the people of the Ming Dynasty can also eat beef and mutton, and there is a proper trade surplus, Your Majesty!

Outside with the Ming Iron Guard to deter it, inside to limit the degree of clothing, and then to educate it with Confucian culture, then the Tartar can be safe!

How about the emperor? Isn't it awesome? ”

Liu Hongjian felt like a clever politician at this time.

In addition, he has won so many battles, it seems that it is not an exaggeration to call him a military strategist.

If you want to learn from other traversers, copy the poems of later generations from time to time, and make a cameo appearance as those.

Isn't there a potential for a writer again?

Ah! Inflated, inflated!

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