"Back to the capital?" Zhao Huizu smiled, with a little bitterness in his smile. He raised his glass and took a sip, exhaling the wine and said, "This wine is good."

Wine is not a good wine, but it is not a bad wine, but it has a high degree of taste and is most suitable for winter in Liaodong.

Zhang Jun could look at Zhao Huizu and naturally knew what he meant.

He is not the eldest son and cannot inherit the title; the court seems to have a new policy, and inheriting the title is not as simple as before.

Zhang Zongbao smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether he or she returns to the capital or not. We are all officers, and the salary is enough to support ourselves."

As he said that, he joked to Zhao Huizu again: "Have you ever thought about retiring and settling in Liaodong, marrying a wife and living a good life?"

Zhao Huizu waved his hand and smiled and said, "Don't make trouble. If you dare to do this, my mother can come from the capital and beat me to death."

"I, I..." Zhang Junneng almost squirted out wine when he smiled, pointing at Zhao Huizu and trembling all over.

Changes were unconsciously and subtly. They were mixed with military men all day long, and were influenced by their eyes and ears. These three people were no longer the dandy people in the capital.

Zhao Huizu and Zhang Junneng laughed, too, they did not regret it, even though their words and deeds were like vulgar military men.

What you can see every day are comrades-in-arms, and the robes of fighting side by side.

Many people have never seen each other again and cannot sit here with them and drink, eat meat and celebrate the New Year; many people have left the army with disabilities and pain...

"Old Zhang married his wife and his family is in Jinzhou." Zhao Huizu suddenly said with emotion: "I don't have an arm, but I still drive a car to transport supplies."

Zhang Junneng nodded and said, "I have seen him too. He said he is doing well. His wife will give birth to her when the spring is ready. I hope she is a son who can help him with work when she grows up."

Zhang Zongbao laughed and said, "It's a pity that I didn't see you."

"It's okay." Zhao Huizu said: "Old Zhang gave me the address. When we have time, we will go to Jinzhou to see him."

"And his son." Zhang Jun could add, but he was a little uncertain. "The daughter is not bad, and Lao Zhang always said that his wife is beautiful, so his daughter should not follow him."

Zhao Huizu nodded, and a woman's face suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but lose his mind.

I don’t know if she still lives on that island, is still rushing to the sea, or is already married and even has a baby.

The impression of a woman flashed away, and Zhao Huizu returned to normal again. After several years, his memory has become a little weak, but occasionally thinking about it will make him feel a little complicated.

Liaodong has been pacified, and there will be no more wars. Let’s live a good life!

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The Spring Festival is both the beginning and the end of the year.

Because of Ping Liao, this Spring Festival seems particularly different.

Whether it was the Jiannu who fled north in panic, or the officials, soldiers and people of the Ming Dynasty, they were all planning for the new year.

Jiannu was trying to survive, while the officials, soldiers and people of the Ming Dynasty were considering and preparing for new policies and new lives.

The enemy that poses the greatest threat and damage to the Ming Dynasty has lost its power to threaten damage, and there is no chance of confrontation in the reconstruction of Liaodong, which is about to begin vigorously.

There were enough troops left in Liaodong, and the remaining troops were transferred to other border towns in the north. There were strong troops who had been baptized by war as models, and the Mongolian tribes were also killed by the tiger and the rabbits, and the threats from the north were enough to deal with them.

After the rebellion in the southwest suppressed the rebellion, 20,000 strong troops were transferred to Yunnan, and the Yunnan garrison was rectified and trained within a year, and then the chieftains were mobilized to launch a siege to attack the Dongshu Dynasty in Myanmar.

The Navy Marine Corps will be expanded to 15,000 people. As long as they can successfully land, both the Spaniards in Luzon and the Dutch in the East Indies will be smashed or expelled.

The Mekong Province garrisons will have more than 10,000 troops this year, which is enough to traverse the Indochina Peninsula and expand the largest grain base in the Ming Dynasty.

The emperor walked around in front of the huge sand table, thinking and planning, and his eyes were no longer limited to the Ming Dynasty.

In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, the disaster will be revealed in the new year, and the national policy of the Ming Empire will also change dramatically for this.

Plunder, a word that is not good, will be the main means of the Ming Dynasty in the future. Nanyang will be the focus of the Ming Empire.

"Emperor." Li Chengcheng called softly, interrupting the emperor's thoughts, "It's time for you to have a meal."

Zhu Youxiao nodded, his eyes stayed on the sand table for a while before turning around and leaving.

Ten dishes were already arranged on the table. The emperor smiled faintly, remembering that a few years ago, Old Wei promised himself with confidence.

Jiannu is over, the threat from the Ming Empire has been lifted, and the people can enjoy peace again. What's wrong with the emperor eating a hundred dishes per meal?

What is extravagant and extremely desireless? The key is to make the people eat, not how frugal you are.

In the side hall, Mayyue and Zhao Dabao also sat at the table, enjoying ten dishes like the emperor.

This is May's wish, exactly the same as the "What are you eating?"

But she is not greedy in May, she is trying it. What is this dish and that dish? She will never be able to eat it if she is full.

"Can you be slower?" Mayyue looked up and glanced at Zhao Dabao with dissatisfaction.

Zhao Dabao smiled and was used to May's criticism and did not take it seriously at all, although the speed still slowed down a little.

"I will be junior high school when school starts. When will you graduate from elementary school?" May ate slowly and asked slowly.

Zhao Dabao's chopsticks paused, thought about it seriously, and said, "It's the end of this year, I should be able to pass the graduation exam."

After pausing, Zhao Dabao said with some uncertainty: "But I don't want to go to junior high school anymore. Elementary school is almost enough."

Mayyue frowned. This was not the first time Zhao Dabao said that, and she didn't know if this was good or not.

Zhao Dabao put down his bowl of rice, served the soup, drank it slowly, and said, "I think it's good to learn craftsmanship, and it's useful in the Academy of Sciences. I'm not as smart as you, but I learn to recognize words and count so quickly."

"It's always good to read more." Mayyue pursed her lips and persuaded her: "Isn't it good to stay in Shaoyingyuan for another two years? I have food and clothing."

Zhao Dabao was silent and didn't say anything. He didn't get up and leave until May finished the meal and said, "I'll go to the carpenter and build the car."

May nodded, walked to the desk at the corner of the hall and sat down, flipping through the book thoughtfully.

Adults have plans for adults, and children have ideas.

Zhao Dabao and May are not old, but like most children in Shaoyingyuan, they have experienced the pain of bereavement and hunger and cold, and they should have more thoughts.

This year, I went to junior high school and I could complete the three years of schooling in at most two years, right? Then, where and what to do?

May thought, and his eyes showed maturity that was not commensurate with his age.

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Chapter completed!