Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"Your Highness, I really can't believe that the Jurchens just retreated like that."

Sun Lu's face was flushed, and his palms were almost sweating with excitement in the cold weather.

He had never been so proud as he was now, and he never expected that the Jurchens would compromise like this.

“Don’t try to reason with people because all they see is fists!”

"The truth is bigger than anyone else's fist!"

Ning Fan drew his horse and left, galloping in the cold wind.

There are actually many reasons for the Jurchens' compromise.

The first point is Dakang’s century-old prestige!

For hundreds of years, the Jurchens have been a vassal state. Even though they know that Dakang is now in danger, the fear engraved in their bones still prevents the Jurchens from making mistakes.

Secondly, Ning Fan's military action was so clean and tidy that the Jurchens felt the chill on the blade.

Two reasons prompted the Jurchens to compromise and obediently sent cattle and sheep.

Chen Yuanqing chased after him: "Your Highness, should we leave someone to guard the place?"

"Of course!"

"Let Sun Lu stay. This person is cautious and is best suited to do this kind of thing."

Ning Fan looked at the vast grassland and felt heroic in his heart.

Jiangzhou and Yunzhou are now completely in the palm of your hand.

As long as there is enough time, Ning Fan can fully develop his military strength and form an overwhelming advantage over the Huns.

Modern military thinking and combat thinking are simply not something that this era can contend with.

However, what Ning Fan needs most now is time.

"Go back and tell the army that we will set off tonight to the Tianshan Salt Pond."

Ning Fan ordered to Chen Yuanqing beside him.

It is no small matter to march the army, but Ning Fan likes to march at night.

This will not only avoid detection by the Jurchens, but also save a day.

At night, the army finally arrived at the southern foot of Tianshan Mountain.

Ning Fan burst out laughing when he saw the snow-white salt flats.

This is lake salt, the best salt. It doesn't even need to be refined, it's a hundred times better than well salt.

"The Jurchens don't know how to do business. They just guard the salt pond and never thought of turning it into silver! But this salt lake is different in our hands. The salt mines controlled by the various gatekeepers will be directly abolished!"

Ning Fan laughed.

Chen Yuanqing shook his head and said: "I'm afraid your highness doesn't know, right? This Tianshan Mountain is a sacred mountain in the eyes of the Jurchens and Huns. They don't sell salt entirely because of their faith!"

Ning Fan nodded: "Anyway, we have taken back Tianshan for the time being! We need to make a lot of money in a short period of time!"

Leaving Sun Lu and the five hundred dragon scale troops behind, Ning Fan led the army towards Jiangzhou the next day.

As for the 100,000 cattle and sheep, they will be sent to Jiangzhou one after another, and part of them will be retained as seeds for the grassland grazing industry next spring.

"Your Highness, aren't you worried about the Jurchens leaving and coming back?"

Chen Yuanqing asked doubtfully.

The mere five hundred people left behind were simply not enough to resist the Jurchens.

"In the short term, it probably won't happen. We just need to seize half a year."

Ning Fan felt extremely comfortable.

This time I came to Yunzhou and completely achieved my goal.

In Ning Fan's eyes, Yunzhou is just a cash machine.

Once the output of various minerals and livestock is realized, it will be the money that Ning Fan will hold in his hands in the future.

The Jiangzhou camp began intensive preparations the day before Ning Fan returned.

This was King Qing's first expedition, and he directly compromised the Jurchens. This was a big event and something that should be celebrated.

The refugees whose lives had stabilized gradually began to have a sense of belonging, and everything in Jiangzhou gradually fell into order under Zhou Qun's organization.

Ning Fan was riding on his horse and saw the flags covering the sky and the sun from a distance. Tens of thousands of people stood on both sides of the road shouting and cheering.

There have been repeated wars in the northwest in recent years, and drought in the northwest is one of the reasons. In fact, the main reason for the displacement of these people living in Jiangzhou is the Huns.

The Huns continued to encroach on the border, which led to the desolation of large areas of fertile land on the border. Now, they showed no mercy in the war against foreigners, which also made the people feel proud.

Throughout the morning, Ning Fan was busy meeting with various village sages, and did not return to his house until the afternoon.

Xina in the mansion also held a welcome ceremony with a group of servants, and everything seemed very grand.

"His Highness has achieved great victory in this trip. From now on, that Jurchen will probably cry when he sees His Highness."

Xina smiled.

Ning Fan was not dazzled by the victory: "This is only a temporary situation. Maybe the Jurchens don't want to alert the enemy now!"

Having been out fighting for more than ten consecutive days, my body is still very tired.

However, Ning Fan did not dare to slack off at all and called Zhou Qun to his house in the afternoon to discuss the matter of salt.

"Your Highness, when Dakang was founded, salt and iron were controlled by four major families. Now that you want to sell the salt from Tianshan Mountain to various places, I'm afraid you will encounter strong reactions from these heroes."

Zhou Qun was extremely worried.

Since its establishment, Dakang has never taken back the Yantie official business. In fact, the huge profits have always been in the hands of the clan.

Throughout the entire Dakang Dynasty, the court had actually been competing with local forces, and local problems were never truly resolved.

"This is the reason why Taizong, the founder of the country, was too benevolent. If the founding of the country did not kill the heroes, it would cause endless harm."

Ning Fan nodded slightly.

Zhou Qun was so frightened that he whispered: "Your Highness, you can't say this nonsense."

Ning Fan reacted and then smiled and said: "You don't have to kill the heroes. Give them honor and wealth, but you must not let the heroes become bugs that harm the country!"

Zhou Qun breathed a sigh of relief: "In all dynasties, solving the problem of the founding heroes has been very difficult. Unless you are a talented and strategic monarch, this problem is really unsolvable."

"The imperial court probably won't care about us now, so just arrange for people to do it! What we want now is profit. With money, our Dragon Scale Army in Jiangzhou will become stronger."

Ning Fan made the final decision.

There are some things that when you shouldn’t look forward or backward, you must make a decision as soon as possible.

Otherwise, it will cause endless harm.

"The imperial envoy has arrived in Tianjiang."

Zhou Qun whispered.

Ning Fan nodded: "It seems that the imperial court has seen that Tianjiang is out of control! This is to give Song Chengzhou eye drops."

"Master Song, could it be..."

Zhou Qun was a little worried.

Ning Fan smiled calmly: "Remember, no one will never betray, it's just that everyone's position is different."

"In my opinion, there is a high probability that Song Chengzhou will defy the rules and continue to stand with us. There is no need to worry in the short term."

After hearing what Ning Fan said, Zhou Qun felt relieved: "Your Highness, if the court really asks you to go out to suppress bandits, what are you going to do?"

Zhou Qun mentioned another possibility.

Ning Fan might have thought of this too, and naturally he had already thought of a solution.

"This is a conspiracy, there is no way to refuse it! However, we can also use this to grow stronger, which is not entirely a bad thing."

Ning Fan is very confident in the combat effectiveness of the Dragon Scale Army.