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Chapter nine hundred and seventy-ninth east out

To be honest, Li Jia was really not interested in beauty, and he didn't dare to proclaim sexual intercourse in the army.

After all, he is still a person who cares about face. If it spreads, what do the people think of him? How do the ministers think of him?

The image of wise and powerful gods cannot be ruined.

So, after just meeting the mother and son, he rode slowly in a luxurious carriage.

During the long journey, Li Jia was content with his own peace and handling military and government affairs, but he did not even have his own huge carriage palace.

This made Xiao Fu Queen breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that this time he went north was really just a business. The emperor was not as lustful as he imagined, and he was still too careless.

Jingzhao Prefecture.

Since Zhang Weiqing conquered Guanzhong and captured Hezhong Prefecture, he naturally had no shortage of money. In order to gain the morale of the army and the people, he directly transported the salt from Hezhong Prefecture.

The salt price in Guanzhong fell sharply, with only fifty pounds per catty. The people praised it very much, and the people's hearts instantly gathered a lot.

The army used the seized money to make a lot of money to boost morale, almost ten taels per person.

Guanzhong is broken, and the soldiers of the Fengxiang Mansion and the quiet army of the vassal states have always been used to being poor. Never have ever seen such a lot of money and food, and it is already good to have enough food and food on weekdays.

But what made him most anxious was the problem of food.

Logically speaking, it is June now, and the summer harvest season should be short of food.

However, whoever asked him to carry 50,000 or 60,000 people, plus the Jingnan Army, Fengxiang Army, and Chang'an Yongxing Army, the scale exceeded 80,000.

However, there were only 50,000 households in the thirteen counties of Jingzhao Prefecture, and only 300,000 people died. Moreover, the water conservancy policy has not been built for many years, and the land is deserted, and Guanzhong lacks iron tools.

Under Zhang Weiqing's inspection, the people of many counties in the huge Jingzhao Prefecture were still using manpower to plow the wood. Even though the land on the Wei River Plain was fertile, it had not been used well.

The Guangtong Canal in the Former Tang Dynasty was connected with the three canals of Chengguo, Shengyuan and Longchuan to reach Baoji and run across Guanzhong. However, it was abandoned after many years of repair.

At present, Guanzhong is a waste of canals and poor people, and lacks materials, so it has only used its own use.

Chang'an City, with a population of one million, is backward. With a lot of wars, the population is small. Guanzhong has actually recovered well and can barely be self-sufficient in food.

But who told the Tang army to go north and tens of thousands of terrifyingly ate men?

The Tang army had three meals a day, and they had to eat every now and then, forcing Zhang Weiqing to send people to fish and comfort the army from the Wei River, and other surrendered troops also treated equally, so the food and grass were consumed very quickly.

"Luckily Chang'an was broken, otherwise he would have starved to death."

Zhang Weiqing was a little lucky. If he really captured a big city with a population of one million in the pre-Tang Dynasty, he would not be able to raise the entire Guanzhong. Without Guandong's food, a large area would starve to death.

However, the Weihe Plain is indeed a fertile land, and it is still more than enough to support a little population today, which is not suitable as a capital.

In addition to food problems, it is also very difficult to obtain fuel.

Chang'an in the pre-Tang Dynasty was like a bottomless pit, devouring everything, and the mountains were bald. If you wanted to obtain firewood, you even had to go to the Qinling Mountains to chop firewood, hundreds of miles away from Chang'an.

Such many difficulties have made Zhang Weiqing's enthusiasm for Chang'an rapidly decline, and even he missed the happy life in Changsha.

"Deploy, the court sends an order!"

At this time, a letter from the court suddenly came, asking him to lead his troops east out of Tongguan, Guozhou, and seize Luoyang, which is the Xijing Prefecture of the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Come, call together all the generals!"

Zhang Weiqing swept away the previous sorrow and ordered happily.

Soon, generals including Yang Tingzhang, Wang Yanchao, Chen Bing and other generals also arrived one after another.

"Everyone, Yang Shifu has been guarding Tongguan for many days, making Guanzhong as stable as Mount Tai. Guo Shouwen and Guo Congyi have been guarding Hezhong Prefecture, so it is difficult for the Song army to cross the Yellow River. Now we have been guarding Jingzhao Prefecture for many days, and it is time to move."

Zhang Weiqing said with a smile, very imposing.

"How many soldiers and horses do we have in Chang'an?"

"Fifty-six thousand people, including thousands of Fengxiang cavalry, Jingnan cavalry."

"I passed my order that except for the 5,000 people left behind in Chang'an, the rest of the people will all go east to Tongguan."

"Deployment, why are you so anxious?" Yang Tingzhang said quickly. Now that his whole family has boarded the boat, he cannot retreat, and he really can't bear to act rashly:

"There are nearly 10,000 troops outside Tongguan. Yin Xianggong from Henan is also a famous general. The Tokyo Imperial Army can help for several days. Should we slow down?"

Chen Bing was silent, he wanted to hear what was going on.

Wang Yanchao was quite agreeable and surrendered to the Tang army. Now he is gathering together to keep warm and temporarily gathered with Yang Tingzhang.

"Hahaha, it's all my fault that I didn't explain it clearly!"

Zhang Weiqing didn't care and laughed: "Your Majesty sent an edict, saying that he had conquered Xiangyang and was leading a 100,000 army northward. A cavalry had already lifted the siege of Tongguan. Now, as long as we go east to cooperate and take Luoyang in one fell swoop, we can threaten Kaifeng by then."

"Is there enough food?" Wang Yanchao asked impatiently: "We have 50,000 or 60,000 people, plus the 100,000 people, such a huge number of people, the food is not a small amount."

“No need to worry about food issues!”

Zhang Weiqing said with a certain expression: "Jiangling sits on guard the Yangtze River, and food and grass from various prefectures are being sent here continuously. We are short of food in Guanzhong, and Your Majesty will definitely not be short of food."

"Don't look at our Tang Dynasty from the perspective of the Song Dynasty. Since the restoration of the country, the south has been rich and there is no worry about shortage of food in one year of military use. Not to mention that we have 150,000 people, even 300,000 people, it is more than enough to supply it."

"The prosperity of the court is our blessing." Wang Yanchao nodded in surprise. He had never encountered such a heroic spirit for many years, or in other words, since he joined the army, he had been worrying about money and food all the time, and had never felt at ease.

Staying in this ghost place in Guanzhong, he, the governor of Fengxiang, did his parents' work, either building water conservancy or road construction, self-reliance, and self-realization, and the court had no help at all.

For the first time, he realized the feeling of having the imperial court, which was so wonderful.

As expected, the Tang army reached an agreement, and tens of thousands of troops prepared for two days and went eastward.

The people of Jingzhao Prefecture cried with joy.

These soldiers and horses stayed in Chang'an, and the fish on the Wei River were almost gone, and the firewood was consumed completely. They couldn't eat a bite of it, which was really too difficult.

After a quick journey of hundreds of miles to reach Tongguan, the vanguard arrived, and the rear army was still in Huazhou.

"I will see the deployment at the end." Yang Shifu bowed with great energy.

"How? Where did the imperial guards reach?" Zhang Weiqing asked impatiently.
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