Pushing the snacks on the table in front of Lin Jiayue, Song Wan said softly: "It's a little difficult."
"The war between Dongning and Nanqing decades ago caused great damage to the country's strength. In recent years, the national treasury has been insufficient and it is difficult to support long-term operations."
“Although the previous crowdfunding method has been able to alleviate urgent needs, it cannot remove the wedge.”
"Although the opponent currently has only 60,000 troops, Nanqing advocates force. The people of Nanqing, regardless of gender, old or young, drink cow and goat milk and eat their meat. Most of them are tall and strong, and it is not just a matter of saying that they have strong soldiers and horses. Has."
Song Wan's eyebrows were filled with a little sadness: "At first glance, although Dongning has much more troops than Nanqing, more than half of Dongning's troops are from the baggage camp responsible for baggage affairs, and they are not people who can actually go into battle to kill the enemy. "
"And Nanqing's 60,000 troops can go into battle to kill the enemy."
"Not only that, Nanqing's war horses are also several times stronger than ours..."
Lin Jiayue frowned when she heard this: "But don't we still have firearms? These firearms must be very lethal."
Song Wan pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer Lin Jiayue.
It is true that there are firearms in Dongning, but the conditions for using firearms are too harsh. The Su River was very humid, and firearms were affected by this. Secondly, firearms need to be equipped in a certain number to be effective. Not to mention its limited range and low hit rate, it also requires a lot of time to prepare beforehand, such as loading and clearing the chamber.
Therefore, although this firearm has some uses, it is not a magic weapon for winning.
"King Ning has an iron cavalry in his hands. They are wearing heavy armor and are very good at riding. They can be stabbed without injury. Everyone in this iron cavalry chain themselves to the horse with hooks and ropes. Even if they die, they will not fall off the horse."
"During the confrontation, Nan Qing took the lead with his cavalry and broke up our formation..."
Song Wan's tone became softer and softer, and he couldn't help but sigh softly when he said the last word.
These things were figured out by her studying military books and the news from Suhe to Shangjing these days. She only regretted that she was born with a weak female body and could not come to Suhe to help Dongning in person.
"This iron cavalry..."
Lin Jiayue clenched her chin and frowned, wondering what she was thinking about.
Song Wan looked at her, his heart tightening.
Lin Jiayue said: "Is there no way to stop the war horse?"
"Of course there are. Although there are things like nail boards and horse traps, they are of little use to Nanqing's cavalry."
Lin Jiayue looked at Song Wan and gently scratched her cheek: "I have a solution, which is to pickle it a little bit."
With a slight cough, Lin Jiayue said: "Is the war horse of Nanqing Cavalry a male horse, a female horse, a gelding, or both?"
"At this time, there should be mostly male horses. Nanqing only uses geldings when horses are in heat."
"Why?"
Song Wan said: "There are very few castrated war horses in Nanqing, because the female horses are not strong enough and the geldings are not ferocious and aggressive enough. However, the people of Nanqing grew up on horses and are proficient in the art of horse training and pay more attention to good horses. Reproduction has been the foundation of their country for generations. They will not cut off the bloodline of a good horse."
"Furthermore, Nanqing people like horses with strong personalities the most. They will only castrate the horses when they are sent to other countries to ensure that their wild nature is removed and to prevent other countries from breeding war horses."
Lin Jiayue coughed lightly: "In that case, I have a way."
"Although it's not the season for estrus, we can force the mare to go into estrus..."
"Well... take some medicine."
Looking at Song Wan's widened eyes, Lin Jiayue felt a little uncomfortable.
She knew that people in this era had a strange love and respect for horses. In the past, Jiang Xingjian often talked about how a horse over eight feet is a dragon, or about a horse that is as beautiful as a blue dragon. Naturally, a horse like her would not be born. idea.
She nodded uncomfortably and continued: "If you put the scent of the mare in heat on your body, you can trigger the Nanqing war horse to go into heat, and you may be able to defeat this iron cavalry."
Song Wan blinked his eyes, unable to say anything for a moment.
I'm afraid only the person in front of me can come up with such a deviant approach.
After a long time, Song Wan bent his eyes and smiled: "I will ask the people in Dongchang to tell the court and the prince."
Lin Jiayue smiled and said: "Okay."
The two had lunch together. After the meal, Lin Jiayue and Song Wan sat in Laiyi Pavilion and chatted. The two of them talked and talked about Chengyang Houfu.
"Most of them left before the regular payment was issued in a few months. Now I feel that this burden has been reduced a lot."
Song Wan said: "You handled it very well. If it were me, this is the only way I could handle it."
"Yeah, I've thought about it. You can't sell your servants, but it's always okay for them to leave on their own. Everyone in Beijing knows what the situation is in the Hou Mansion now, and with the war in chaos, who has the leisure to gossip about others?"
More importantly, she is not afraid of what others say.
"Won't say anything."
Song Wan said softly: "Leaving the Hou Mansion like this is no different from betraying the master. Even if you go to another house, you will only say that the Hou Mansion is kind and let them out with mercy."
She looked at Lin Jiayue and felt that he was different from before.
Although Lin Jiayue is not as free and unrestrained as when the two first met, she is not as heartbroken as Lan Bai was when they got married.
Today's Lin Jiayue is more than calm and exuding a liveliness that is rare among women from aristocratic families.
Song Wan pursed his lips and smiled lightly, feeling that everything was just right at the moment.
The two chatted for a long time before Lin Jiayue said her goodbyes.
"If this happens, I'm afraid I won't be able to come to the palace to see you for a while."
Song Wan said with a smile: "When the child is older, you can bring him into the palace with you, and I will also give him gifts."
"That's natural. Prepare something expensive. I like expensive things."
“……”
In this world, I am afraid that Lin Jiayue is the only one who can speak like this. Song Wan was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
For some reason, she felt a lot closer to him when he heard him say that.
"Don't worry, I will definitely prepare something valuable and rare that you will like."
"Then prepare one for me. When you have a baby in the future, I will give you something new and interesting."
Song Wan pursed his lips and smiled so hard that his eyebrows disappeared.
While teasing Lin Jiayue about exchanging fun for something valuable, Song Wan sent her away to the outside of Laiyi Pavilion.
As soon as they were sent out of the East Palace, Chang Ping, the eunuch in charge of Changxin Palace, came to report that Song Lanan was currently in Changxin Palace and asked Song Wan if he wanted to see him.
"Father, please wait a moment."
Returning to Lai Yi Pavilion, Song Wan picked up a pen and paper and wrote down the method that Lin Jiayue just mentioned on the paper. After sorting it out, he left with Changping.
"My father-in-law, do you know why my father came to the palace today?"
How could her father go to the palace to see his aunt if nothing happened? There must have been some mistake in the court, and 70%25 of it was related to Suhe.
Song Wan's hand holding the handkerchief was a little stiff, but he had to curl his lips into a faint smile.
When they entered Changxin Palace, there were only Song Lan'an and Song Yuning in the courtyard. Both of them were silent, and their faces were even more solemn.
Seeing Song Wan, Song Yunning said with a smile: "Come here to warm your hands and meet your father."
