Emperor Hongzhi listened to Fang Jifan's words and couldn't help but glance at Fang Jifan.

Save...... How much can be saved?

So, you let people run to Jinzhou, toss the army and civilians, and let people leave their hometowns under the banner of saving people and righteousness?

The ancients valued the countryside, if it weren't for being forced with a knife, no one would be willing to leave home unless it was absolutely necessary, and Emperor Hongzhi could almost imagine how many brutal and heinous methods Ouyang Zhi and Liu Jin these 'cool officials' had exerted.

Emperor Hongzhi pursed his lips with a little anger, and said, "You firmly believe that the Tatars will attack Jinzhou?" ”

Fang Jifan said very firmly: "It is His Highness and the ministers who are convinced. ”

So Emperor Hongzhi glared at Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao held his head high unconvinced, as if telling his father that I ...... I'm not convinced!

Emperor Hongzhi finally sighed and said, "You guys, you're too young......"

With a sigh, Emperor Hongzhi thought for a moment before he said again: "I only ask you, can you be sure that the Tatars will attack Jinzhou?" Things in the world, after all, there is no certainty, otherwise this ruling the world, it is too simple, you are still children, you are very smart, you can see through many things, but what you can't see through is the human heart. That's it, it's come to this, and this mess can only be left to me to clean up. ”

"And you two ......" Emperor Hongzhi grinned at Fang Jifan: "From tomorrow, we will go to Xishan to farm for a month, one day less, one hour, I will never spare you, if you dare to be lazy, I will never tolerate ...... again"

After that, he had already stood up, but he picked up Wang Shouren's manuscript casually and said, "I took this manuscript, well, it's gone." ”

This...... Does it count as a robbery?

Fang Jifan's eyes were straight, but when he thought of going to Xishan to farm for a month, Fang Jifan had the urge to die, Young Master Ben was still a child......

After Hongji picked up the book, he glared at Zhu Houzhao: "Let's go." ”

Zhu Houzhao didn't plan to withdraw like this, and said, "Erchen's leg is injured, can you rest at Fang's house." ”

Emperor Hongzhi was silent for a moment, and then left on his own.

Fang Jifan reacted: "Your Majesty, and slowly, send Your Majesty, come here, prepare the incense case and firecrackers......"

It's a pity that Emperor Hongzhi didn't pay attention to him, and he was already far away.

Fang Jifan shook his head, it seemed that the good days were coming to an end, and when he looked back, he just saw Zhu Houzhao baring his teeth and staring at him hatefully.

Fang Jifan's scalp was numb when he was stared at, and he reluctantly pulled out a smile, and said innocently: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, hello." ”

Zhu Houzhao said angrily: "Fang Jifan, you are not a thing. ”

Fang Jifan hurriedly said: "Your Highness, be careful, the minister has the imperial sword, don't speak so rudely." ”

Zhu Houzhao smiled even colder: "Have you forgotten that Imperial Sword, you let Ouyang Zhi take it to Liaodong?" ”

"Yes...... Is it ......" Fang Jifan was a little embarrassed.

"Your Highness, how are you hurt? Sit down, I'll show you, don't hurt your bones. Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao's legs with concern.

Zhu Houzhao still stared at Fang Jifan fiercely, staring like this, so that he could vent the anger in his heart.

After a long time, his face softened, and he said, "Oh, it hurts a little, quick, find a place to sit in the palace, do you have any medicine here." ”

Fang Jifan knew that Zhu Houzhao was dissipated, so he breathed a sigh of relief before he said: "It's good for the minister to bandage His Highness, then damn Liu Jin, if he wasn't tossing around in Liaodong, how could he make His Majesty so ruthless." ”

Fang Jifan took the medicine and bandaged Zhu Houzhao before he sighed.

Zhu Houzhao said angrily: "When Liu Jin comes back, he will break his leg!" ”

…………

Early the next morning, Zhu Houzhao came to invite Fang Jifan.

The young man's muscles and bones were good, and after one night, the injury was healed, mainly because Emperor Hongzhi was not mad and did not really break his muscles and bones.

Farming in the West Mountain, Zhu Houzhao is still full of interest.

Fang Jifan was extremely reluctant to pull out the horse and came to Xishan with Zhu Houzhao.

The palace actually came early, it was an expressionless old eunuch, and most of these old eunuchs would not live for a few years, so they were extremely strict, and wherever Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan went, he followed.

Fang Jifan decided to find something easy and used a dagger to cut off the sprouted potatoes and then planted them.

"What is this?" Zhu Houzhao looked at the potatoes curiously, his eyes shining: "Can you eat it?" ”

"Yes?"

Zhu Houzhao wanted to stuff the potato into his mouth and gnaw it, but Fang Jifan quickly stopped him, and said in his mouth: "This thing is precious, please be merciful to Your Highness, what's more, this thing has to be cooked before it can be eaten." ”

"Oh." Zhu Houzhao looked at the potatoes with interest, and he also followed Fang Jifan's example, picking up the sprouted potatoes, using a dagger to connect the sprouts and meat, and cut them out together.

Zhu Houzhao was bored, he was a person who was at ease with what happened, sat on the muddy ground of the warm shed, and said: "Old Fang, you said, over the years, Liaodong has been on the defensive everywhere, since Emperor Wen, for so many years, it has been the Tatars and Warats who have attacked my Daming, and my Daming will always be in a position of being beaten everywhere, why is this?" ”

Fang Jifan looked for the sprouted potatoes familiarly, and said, "It's very simple, because I can't afford to fight." The Tatars live as nomads, each of them has been a warrior since childhood, they march, they do not need food and grass, where the war horses go, where is their pasture, therefore, they do not need capital to rob houses. But the Ming Dynasty is different, the Ming Dynasty has to train a foot archer, the amount of money and grain is spent, if the Ming Dynasty wants to launch 30,000 people to fight, it needs a continuous grain team, from the Beijing division to countless grains and grass, stretching for hundreds of miles to the front of the soldiers. ”

Fang Jifan took a deep breath and continued: "The Tatars robbed us once, and the wealth and food they got may be more than what they have earned in a year, so plundering is a good thing for them. But what about my Ming Dynasty, my Ming Dynasty launched a campaign, and the money and food spent are innumerable, and every young man of my Ming Dynasty is a valuable manpower, and one less labor force means that not only does he not produce, but you also have to take money and food to feed them. But even if he wins, what if Emperor Wen swept across the desert and beat the Mongols in the desert to lose their armor, what is the benefit? ”

"Except for cattle and horses, in this desert, there is nothing that I can take a fancy to, the trophies in the desert are all broken copper and iron, our military horses, we would rather throw them away at will, than bother to bring them back."

"So, even if we win, we actually lose, the Tatars are like beggars, the Ming is the rich, the beggars rob the rich once, and they can live a good life for a few years, so they will look at the rich every day, hoping that the rich man will fight him to the death. But the rich man killed as many beggars as he slew, and as a result, he gained nothing except the strength he spent. ”

When Fang Jifan said this, he was a little helpless, and continued: "What's more, the land of the desert is not suitable for farming, and it is useless to grab their land, even if the Ming Dynasty goes deep into the desert and drives the Tatars into the hinterland of the desert, but what?" They're still going to make a comeback! Because the territory outside the Guan, for the Ming Dynasty, is just a huge burden, it not only does not produce, but the Ming Dynasty needs to establish a dense military fort, and the need for countless grains in the Guan, continuously transported to the desert, so that the existence of the army in the desert can be maintained, but if the world is too peaceful, once the national strength is weakened, when the money and food of the imperial court are not spent, this has become a heavy burden, we and the Tatars, can not afford it! ”

Zhu Houzhao nodded subconsciously, and said excitedly: "Yes, this is exactly the reason, so the Ming can defeat the Tatars ten, a hundred, three hundred times, and even completely wipe out the Tatars, but in the end, the land is not ours, it is useless to give us, it will not take a few decades, in the desert, there will be Warat, or other tribes will replace the Tatars, and in the end they will make a comeback, just a different tribe, a different name, but the nature is still a group of robbers." ”

"But...... Will we never find a way to achieve long-term peace? The palace is really fed up, this desert land, first the Hu people, then the Xiongnu, then the Xianbei, then the Turks, the Khitan, the Jin, the Mongolians, the Warats, the Tatars, as if there is no end. ”

Fang Jifan glanced at Zhu Houzhao meaningfully, and then said: "Unless my Ming can really use the land of the desert, even if it can grow grain in this desert, if it really reaches that point, it means that a large number of Han people can go out to settle down and erode the living space of the Tatars." ”

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but guess: "Grain is grown in the desert, you mean sweet potatoes?" ”

Fang Jifan shook his head, a little smile appeared on his lips, the old god was there; "Sweet potatoes can't be made, sweet potatoes are in the desert, and it's hard to feed."

Zhu Houzhao suddenly regretted: "In this way, there is no such thing in the world, maybe this is the will of heaven, there is always something needed to restrain us, so that we will never be at peace." ”

To put it bluntly, Zhu Houzhao sighed.

Fang Jifan's hand still didn't stop, he skillfully cut out a potato sprout and carefully planted it into the soil in the greenhouse!

He didn't have any expression on his face, but he thought in his heart, in fact, there is another crop in this world, which can be widely cultivated in Mongolia, if such a staple food can be planted deep in the desert, with the cultivation talent of the Han people, I am afraid that it will not be long before countless wastelands will be reclaimed, and then there will be a large number of granges, and the granges will give birth to market towns, and market towns will derive huge inheritance, where soldiers can be recruited, and even the Ming Dynasty does not need to pay too much cost of money and food, so that these soldiers can be supplied on the spot, They would carry the Han people's thirst for land deep into the desert and frantically attack the Tatars, eventually leaving the Tatars with no way out.