jdhmnovel Chapter 626 This old scoundrel is threatening and intimidating me!
Chapter 626 This old scoundrel is threatening and intimidating me!
Xu Da looked at Yang Shaofeng with eyes full of concern for the intellectually disabled.
"Please tell this governor, Imperial Son-in-Law, was your original position a civil or military post?"
"Please tell this Governor-General what the 'Wei' in 'Jinyiwei' refers to, and why there are 'Qianhu Suo' and 'Baihu Suo' under the Jinyiwei?"
No military rank?
Laugh to death.
The title of Imperial Son-in-Law Commandant was first established by Emperor Wu of Han in the second year of the Yuanding era. It means "deputy horse," that is, the secondary carriage that accompanies the emperor when he goes out. It also implies closeness and speed. Together with the Imperial Carriage Commandant and the Cavalry Commandant, they are called the "Three Commandants." They are the emperor's close military officers, mainly in charge of the emperor's carriages and horses when he goes out and undertake the duty of guarding him.
Even though the duties and status of the Imperial Son-in-Law changed over time, becoming synonymous with the husband of a princess, who the hell in the entire Ming Dynasty court treated you, the Imperial Son-in-Law, as an ordinary husband of a princess?
There was also the position of Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and concurrently the Commander of a Thousand Households in Dengzhou, which was a real military post.
Besides, everyone knows that you, Yang the Madman, have the talisman given to you by your superiors, which allows you to mobilize a guard's troops wherever you go.
Now you want to slack off and say you don't have a military rank?
Xu Da looked at Yang Shaofeng with a forced smile and said, "And what about the standing and reserve forces, combat and non-combat, land reclamation and construction that the Prince Consort mentioned to the higher-ups before? How could someone who knows nothing about military affairs understand these things?"
After a slight pause, Xu Da said in a threatening tone, "Your Highness, don't forget that I am not only the Grand Commander of the Grand Commandant's Office, but also the Right Chancellor of the Secretariat. I still have the authority to temporarily appoint you as the Assistant Prefect of Yanzhou Garrison."
What the hell!
Is nobody going to take care of this? This old scoundrel is threatening and intimidating me!
While inwardly cursing, Yang Shaofeng said expressionlessly, "The division of school districts depends on how the Grand Commander wants to divide them."
“Several larger districts can encompass several provincial administration offices, while smaller districts can be established based on the existing provincial administration offices.”
"There's just one principle: overlapping defense zones each have their advantages and disadvantages. No single zone can simultaneously handle two zones of the same level."
“In areas like Liaodong, Yanyun, Gansu, Shaanxi, and the Western Regions, because war with the Hu Yuan is imminent, separate establishments can be set up.”
"As for the rest, my knowledge is limited, and I will have to rely on the Grand Commander and the Duke of Han to discuss it."
I admit that I am ignorant and incompetent, and I am truly ashamed of his teachings.
What can you, Xu Da, this old scoundrel, do to me?
Xu Da really couldn't do anything to Yang Shaofeng, and even if he could, he couldn't care less about Yang Shaofeng right now.
He even said that his knowledge was limited; let's just take that as empty flattery.
How can someone with limited knowledge say that overlapping defense zones have both advantages and disadvantages?
In just one short sentence, the key points of school district zoning are made clear!
If the division of areas is based on this statement, then no single area will have the capacity to rebel independently.
The emperor is at ease.
Your Highness, rest assured.
He, as the Grand Commander, could rest assured.
Yes, Liaodong can be designated as a separate large region.
The Yan-Yun region and the Gan-Shaan region can each be divided into a large area.
Could the areas of Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Fujian be incorporated into the Zhili region?
If this division is implemented, the first regional commander should seriously consider it.
Chang Heizi is brave and fierce, but he lacks strategic thinking. He is absolutely capable of charging into battle, but he is not quite up to the task of commanding a large area.
Moreover, Chang Heizi's eldest daughter is the future crown princess, so leaving Chang Heizi in Liaodong doesn't seem quite right.
Most importantly, although Yang was being lazy, there was one thing he said that was perfectly normal.
"We need to discuss this with the Duke of Han from the Central Secretariat."
To put it bluntly, we still need to discuss with our superiors before deciding on the commanders for each region.
Xu Da glanced at Yang Shaofeng again, then turned his gaze to the soldiers of the Chengxi Hundred Households Office who were cooking with large ladles.
These elite soldiers were assigned by Yang the Madman to make fried rice.
What a waste of natural resources!
Xu Da felt increasingly uneasy and couldn't help but say, "How about we make a deal? I'll take this centurion's office with me, and I'll assign you another centurion's office in return. What do you say?"
Yang Shaofeng quietly rolled his eyes.
They've stopped even pretending?
No.
What do you take this place for?
Old Deng came to Ningyang County to recruit guards for the Eastern Palace.
You old scoundrel, first you wanted to recruit clerks, and now you want to take away the entire force of a centurion's garrison.
Are you treating this place as your talent training base?
Yang Shaofeng became increasingly displeased and couldn't help but cough, saying, "To be honest, Prime Minister Xu, the soldiers in this centurion's garrison are not fully trained yet. If you take them away now, I'm afraid they won't be easy to use."
Xu Da was slightly taken aback and asked, "Not done training yet?"
The content we just saw is enough to prove the discipline of the soldiers in this centurion's garrison.
Originally an elite fighting force, coupled with their current discipline and strict adherence to orders, they are now more than capable of being considered top-tier soldiers.
In Yang Dianfeng's mouth, however, it became a half-finished product that hadn't been properly trained.
How strong would a well-trained soldier be?
Seeing the suspicious look on Xu Da's face, Yang Shaofeng didn't take it to heart and just waited with a smile for the meal to be served.
When it was time to eat, Xu Da was shocked once again.
It's understandable that people sing at the top of their lungs outside the cafeteria before eating; it's to boost morale.
Upon entering the mess hall, soldiers must first stand in front of the table and wait for the centurion to give the order to sit down and eat. This is understandable, as it trains them to obey orders.
But isn't the food on the table a bit excessive?
Five large porcelain basins were placed on a table.
The first basin contained two fish, each weighing about two pounds.
The second bowl contains pork, cabbage, and tofu stew.
The third bowl contains celery and scrambled eggs.
The fourth basin was filled with egg drop soup.
The fifth basin was filled with steamed buns made from a mixture of wheat and water.
A squad of ten soldiers is in a small unit, and a table can seat just enough soldiers for one squad.
In other words, these ten people ate these three dishes and one soup?
Although there was less pork in the second bowl, less eggs in the third bowl, and pitifully few eggs in the fourth bowl, this meal was far superior to that of other garrisons, and even their own personal guards could not get such good food!
Xu Da glanced at Yang Shaofeng suspiciously and asked, "Did you prepare this specially because you knew I was coming? Or is this how you usually eat?"
Yang Shaofeng said, "This is how we usually eat."
After a slight pause, Yang Shaofeng continued, "To be honest, Prime Minister Xu, the soldiers of Ningyang Thousand Household Garrison were genuinely built up with money."
Seeing the disbelief on Xu Da's face, Yang Shaofeng didn't say anything more. He simply ate lunch with Xu Da and, after resting for a while, took Xu Da to the training ground.
Moats, water pits, log bridges, barbed wire, rope walls.
After one turnaround, it was almost exactly one mile.
"The soldiers of Ningyang Thousand Household Garrison often say, 'I'd rather run ten miles than run less than one mile.'"
"The saying 'rather run ten miles' means that the person in charge of cooking has to carry an iron pot on their back and run ten miles without stopping."
Xu Da's expression changed drastically.
"Ten miles?"
"Damn it, fully armored, carrying a knife, a bow, and arrows, are you planning to run someone to death?"
Full armor is already heavy, and then carrying a knife, bow, arrows, and even an iron pot on your back is normal training.
Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, "It's because of the heavy training that they get meat at every meal."
"For the soldiers of Ningyang Thousand Household Garrison, running ten miles is their daily training exercise."
"And right before them is a small mile that makes them tremble with fear."