Although Li Zhaocheng was a little shameless in front of his father, Li Zhaocheng, who had this conversation, paid attention to the suppression of Yizhou rebellion. Because Li Zhaocheng has always adhered to the concept that the political ambitions and life ideals of the royal family should not be the only way to achieve it.

In Li Zhaocheng's eyes, whether he can become an emperor or not, the royal family has responsibility for the empire. Moreover, the amount of responsibility of the royal family does not depend on his status, but on his ability. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

In fact, in the past few years, Li Zhaoheng and Li Zhaocheng have established maintenance for the children of the imperial family and even the nobles. Li Zhaoheng told all nobles that if they do not engage in politics or do not control the army, they can still achieve an extraordinary life and make a difference.

Li Zhaocheng told everyone that the nobles do not have to be as ruthless as their fathers and grandparents, and do what they can do.

Imperial study room.

"This is Zhaocheng's latest plan. Have you seen it?" Li Junwei asked with a plan.

Li Junhua shook his head: "No, I have never seen the original ones."

Obviously, in the eyes of the emperor, this is really just a small matter. Li Junwei would not explain the importance of this matter to the emperor, because after explanation, his son might not get the job, or there would be some other characters involved.

"Then my second brother, please take a look at this latest one. If you can criticize me, I believe there is a bonus for confidence in the children going to fight." Li Junwei handed it to Li Junhua.

Li Junhua put down the documents at hand, looked at the cover of the plan, and said bluntly: "Good guy, it's hard for us to inherit. No wonder he always said that he had lost his hair two days ago."

This is because Li Junhua saw a string of serial numbers in the upper right corner of the plan, and there was also the word -7 after the serial number.

This means that Li Zhaocheng's plan has been revised seven times, and Li Junhua, as his uncle, knew that this nephew's personality was so capable of doing so much paperwork, which was a bit too embarrassing for that impatient guy.

"If you think this child is not doing well, you can send a capable person to help him. After all, it is his own child, why bother to make him bump into like a headless fly?" Li Junhua said while looking.

Li Junwei sat down and drank tea and said, "I am very capable of using seven points, leaving three points for my children and grandchildren. I didn't understand this before, but now I gradually understand it."

"That's because you were a child and grandchildren before, but now you can finally consider future generations from the perspective of elders." Li Junhua smiled and nodded with relief, because he was the only one in his family who would consider so much before. King Yu only cared about his work, and even if his child had a bad temper, he would not be willing to take care of him. As for the Supreme Emperor, he was even more dismissive, and he would be the boss. Whatever he liked.

"Oh, Zhaocheng, this guy wants to do something new." The emperor looked at the battle plan and suddenly praised. He pressed the electric bell on the table, and the attendant walked in. Li Junhua put the plan in front of the attendant: "See the serial number above, go to Zhongting, and get the first six copies."

The attendant looked carefully and left immediately.

After receiving it, Li Junhua looked at it briefly and was even more satisfied: "This child is indeed attentive."

As he said that, Li Junhua wrote a big accurate character on the last copy and added a small note: Zhaocheng needs all personnel and materials, including the navy and army and the imperial guards, and the Zhonggong will be co-organized by the Chinese government, and there are no delays.

"Your Majesty, can you still use the Zhongting to review this combat plan?" The attendant took over the combat plan.

Li Junhua said lightly: "What do they know when they sit in the office and drink tea? They don't need to be troublesome."

"It seems that my second brother is quite satisfied with Zhaocheng's plan." Li Junwei said.

"Satisfied, it means speaking more straightforwardly." Li Junhua responded with a smile. The few words he complained to the servant just now were because of Li Zhaocheng's combat plan. The reason was very simple. Li Zhaocheng's combat plan was very clear. One of the bureaucracies related to the war was calculated by Shen Jing, and they did not have a positive impact on his efforts to combat the rebellion, and even the files were not provided in place.

Li Junwei smiled and said, "He is still young and has not experienced any setbacks."

Li Junhua said: "It would be even better if he had made up his setbacks and spoke so straightforwardly. This country always needs a few serious people, especially the royal family."

A tavern in Dalian.

The taverns are very lively in winter. In the small tavern, the fire is very hot and the temperature is not low. They are filled with people, mostly workers from nearby heating companies and dock workers. These people drink small wine, chat about the mountains, and drink a plate of broad beans for a day.

The tavern has been particularly lively these days, because a relative of the boss's house came and talked about the best skills of Dashan. Even those who are good at speaking are not as good as him, because what he said is foreign affairs, and others can only listen.

".........We lay down into the sand that day. We were going to lie down for an hour or two before we could rob the Frenchman's supply convoy. Who would have thought that something happened shortly after we climbed down. Ali lit a cigarette for me and took a sip. It was so choking. That kind of earthy cigarette was too flush. Even if there was no cigarette, I didn't smoke that kind of cigarette, so I pressed it into the sand and prepared to turn off the cigarette.

Who would have thought that when I pressed this, a scream came from the sand, and a man came out of the sand, and a big hole in his butt was burned by me. The guy was an indigenous man holding a scimitar in his hand. He was scolding in local words and ran towards me.

I don't know how to fight and keep rolling back, but he chased him very hard. That guy was obviously a scout. He was originally hiding in the sand to cover the convoy, but he never thought that we were ambushing him in the place where he lurked. Now he didn't dare to come out or speak. Who knew that I was burned out with smoke.

At that time, I was so scared that I was dying, but when I saw the camera on my chest, I felt that I had to take one before I died, so I took the picture of "Soldier", which led to the award later. This award was not so easy... "Repkatijiang pointed to a photo hanging on the wall and told the story inside.

In this photo, the eyes of the indigenous Tunisian soldiers are full of hatred and cruelty, their mouths are dry, and sand is falling down. The scimitar in their hands is flashing, occupying a large area and is extremely vivid.

The person who took this photo was Repukatijiang, a freelance journalist and writer. He had only returned to the empire from Tunisia for less than four months. The Tajiks came from southern Xinjiang, but met a girl on the way back to China, so they had their own relatives in the distant northeast.

"Rep, have you been injured?" asked one person.

Repu said with a smile: "That's not. This may be the blessing of some gods in the sky."

"Which god is there to protect him?" Someone joked with him.

"I don't know, I've burned too much incense, but who knows which gods can protect me?"

Everyone laughed, because Repukatijiang was a foreign nobleman and was also a hometown that he left for seeking truth and traveled to the Arab region to see whether religion is good or bad for the people, whether the religious policies of the empire are good or the original Tianfang Cult is good, but now, he has long since lost the mixed thoughts.

However, people here always joke about him because he doesn't eat pork.

"Look, I've been injured." A man pulled down his sweater, revealing a wound.

The wound was less than four centimeters, and it was obvious that it was stabbed by a bayonet. The man said, "This was injured in Paris that year. The people of Paris rebelled against their king that year. We went to persuade them to make peace. At that time, I was a cavalry. We only maintained order at the dock and were stabbed by a boy."

"What's wrong with that boy?"

"I don't know, but later I just said it was a misunderstanding. The boy thought we were here to grab the grain. In fact, we gave a lot of food to the other party." The man said with a smile.

When Repkatijiang heard this, he picked up a pot of hot wine and went up: "Brother, let's talk."

"I've finished talking."

Repkatijiang said: "Tell me about your trip to France, do you have any experiences?"

"What can we see and hear is no different from what we go to other places." The man said lightly.

This actually aroused the curiosity of Repukatijiang. He asked, "Have you been to many places?"

"Yes, I have been to Tunisia you mentioned. The first time I joined the army in my early years was Tunisia and Algeria, where Prince Rong went to fight the Barbarian pirates, but I didn't go deep into the inland..." The man drank wine and told his story to Repukatijiang, and this man was already thirty-eight.

"Lao Zhang, you have fought so many battles and killed so many enemies. Why are you still a commoner? The court has not awarded you a meritorious person and become a noble person?" someone asked.

Zhang Tong smiled helplessly: "You are just a mess. What's the use of making more contributions? You have made many mistakes. If you weren't a mess when you were young, I would be a school official and a lord."

"Just brag, why don't you say it's the Duke?" Everyone laughed.

Zhang Tong has heard a lot of these words, but he has long stopped arguing. When he just retired from the army and returned to his hometown, others laughed at him, but he still had his old fist and was now at peace.

But this time, he finished drinking and said, "You can wait and see. When I come back in a few years, I will be a lord."

"Old Zhang, what else can you do? Aren't you discharged from the army?"

"The old boss sent me a conscript order. After the New Year, I will go to Yizhou to quell the rebellion. I might as well tell you that our head coach is the prince of Prince Yu's mansion, and he is the nephew of the Emperor Long live. I heard that he might become the emperor in the future. Speaking of which, I was a guard for the prince outside Paris," said Zhang Tong.

The tavern was buzzing, and everyone was quarreling. A guy from the older grade greeted Zhang Tong and said, "Brother Zhang, my son has also joined the army. Can you recommend him and let him follow you to quell the rebellion?"

"Your son is in the army, so Zhang Tong can't get it. My son-in-law has just retired and can be sent at any time. Zhang Tong, please help tell your boss and take him with you."

In the empire, there is a big gap between the north and the south. In the north, many people, especially those from the bottom, are willing to join the army, especially those who are sent overseas. Even if they do not make meritorious service and have a stable military service, they can arrange a position in a state-owned enterprise or official system. For ordinary people, although this is not a question of being able to achieve enlightenment by one person, it is also a good opportunity to change their destiny.

Seeing that everyone was so enthusiastic, Zhang Tong could only tell the truth: "This time it's not possible. This is the royal family's war. The troops were dispatched only when they arrived at the local area. Those transferred from the local area were all officers, veterans, and ordinary soldiers.

I don’t know the situation of your families. If I have the opportunity, can I not take the initiative to invite you? This is better to serve overseas, you should have someone who knows the truth.

To be honest, everyone here, that is, brothers Repu can go."

"Me?" Repkatijiang looked around and said, "I have never been a soldier."

"Aren't you a reporter? You can still take photos!" Zhang Tong said.

Repkatijiang nodded: "So what?"

"I heard from the commander that the second young master went to war this time, and all parties invited reporters to join the army. I heard that some newspapers that usually go against the royal family are invited, and these people are willing to sign up. Many people are angry and are troubled by Prince Yu's mansion, so the commander said that they should also choose a few journalists who are on the same mind as us.

The photos of the Repu brothers can be awarded, and even those indigenous armies can be combined. There is naturally no problem with our royal army." Zhang Tong said.

Repkatijiang hesitated. When he was thinking, he saw the tavern owner nodding at him, as if encouraging him. The boss was his father-in-law's cousin, and obviously hoped that he would seize this good opportunity.

"Think about it carefully, the reporter of Suijun has only seen the official ones in the past. Brother Repu, you can definitely do well." Zhang Tong said.

Repukatijiang was born into a noble family in the foreign vassal state, but his parents had passed away, and only two younger sisters were left. On the contrary, one uncle was still there, but an old antique. He wanted to restore the religious customs of the Yarkand Khanate era every day, and he was no longer a family with him, a secular guy.

Nowadays, Repukatijiang is barely considered a son-in-law in the family, but this son-in-law in the family is very rich. Shortly after returning to China, Repu also wanted to do a good job in the city's newspaper, but his way must be performed in big cities.

And Repukatijiang had long since wanted to waste time here. Repu said, "I want to discuss it with my wife."

The boss said, "What are you discussing with your wife? She is also restless. If you discuss with her, I'm afraid she wants to go with you."
Chapter completed!