Ever since Kublai Khan ordered the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal to be reopened on the basis of the Grand Canal and to strengthen maritime transportation, there has long been a port here.

Now it only needs to be expanded and officials deployed to manage it, and Tianjin Port can easily be restored to its usefulness.

Zhu Han sat in charge of the Peiping Dusi and issued orders one by one.

Soon after, officials from all over Jinmen were mobilized, and port shipping was easily restored in Jinmen and the scale of the port was expanded.

As a result, a steady stream of supplies from the Yingtian Mansion in the capital were transported from Jinmen to Peiping along the busy waterway.

Peiping, in the palace of the British Prince.

Song Lian, the prefect of Peking, was making a report to Zhu Han.

"Your Highness, these more than 300 Mongolian nobles from Mobei have been assigned official positions and pastures have been allocated for them. We are just waiting for them to be sent back to Mobei after the spring of next year!"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, my subordinates have given them numerous instructions, and no one will dare to disobey the orders of the Ming Dynasty."

Song Lian said respectfully from the side.

Zhu Han was very satisfied with Song Lian's report.

As a well-known Confucian in Zhejiang, although Song Lian had some pedantic Confucianism, his political achievements during his tenure in Shandong during these years were considered outstanding, so he was promoted by Zhu Han to serve as the prefect under the Pingdusi in Peking.

His own helper in governing the place.

Zhu Han was also very happy now that Song Lian was able to deal with those Mongolian nobles easily.

"Mr. Song did a good job. After these Mongolians have tasted the benefits, they will never rebel again."

"Don't be stingy with rewards for those Mongolian nobles who are very cooperative. Winter is about to come. Give each of them a few more taels of heating money and let them enjoy more in Peking. Only they will realize the benefits of enjoyment.

, it will be easier to control in the future!" Zhu Han continued, "No matter how ambitious someone is, they will spend their time in this gentle countryside."

Zhu Han was naturally not stingy with money for these Mongolian nobles who acted as a proxy party.

Now the Ming Dynasty is rich in gold and silver from the Japanese country.

Every month, a steady stream of gold and silver arrives at Yingtian Mansion, so there will naturally be no shortage of money.

Zhu Han then said to Song Lian, "Mr. Song, although it has snowed on the grassland, we must not relax about the supplies of the Mobei Protectorate. According to this king's order, you will return all the collected labor wages.

Double the amount, and then mobilize all the caravans and pack horses in Beiping City to transport the materials needed by the Mobei Army to Luo Guanzhong, the Protectorate of Mobei, as soon as possible."

Zhu Han said as he handed a roster to Song Lian.

The various materials listed densely on this list are all the most urgent and important materials in the Mobei Protectorate, among which gunpowder, grain and coal are the largest.

Song Lian looked at the types and quantities of the supplies and immediately knew that this was of great importance and there must be no mistakes.

He said to Zhu Han respectfully, "Your Highness, don't worry, I will definitely arrange manpower to transport these materials to the Mobei Protectorate as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Zhu Han nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand and asked Song Lian to go down and make arrangements.

In the Mobei grassland, white snow covers the earth.

On the grassland, apart from the gray-blue sky in the distance, there is only this vast expanse of white snow.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Luo Guanzhong led three thousand soldiers from the Mobei Protectorate to station here.

Now they are holed up in the fortress, enduring the cold and boredom.

They once spent a winter on the Monan grassland.

I originally thought that I had already experienced the winter on the grassland, but after coming to Mobei, I really saw what it means to be strong among the strongest.

Compared with the winter in Mobei grassland, the grassland in Yingchangfu in Monan is as warm as spring.

Nowadays, the cold wind howls outside Mobei Fortress, which is really like a knife cutting the skin on a person's face.

Even with the blessing of a triple dog-skin coat, just one trip out will make even the strongest man tremble with cold.

Luo Guanzhong knew that everyone in the Mobei Protectorate would have been disbanded long ago if they had not been driven by the ambition to make great achievements.

No one wants to suffer in this inhospitable place.

In recent days, after several heavy snowfalls, not even a single person can be seen around the fortress where the Mobei Protectorate is located.

This made Luo Guanzhong and the Ming soldiers feel infinitely depressed.

Every day he could only stay in the den in the fortress, burning cow dung to keep warm, and drinking the sour and bad wine.

Because it is so cold here in Mobei, all the houses built on the ground are not thick enough to keep warm.

Therefore, half of the houses in the Mobei Fortress are buried underground, and the other side sticks out of the ground, just like houses drilled into the ground one by one. Therefore, the soldiers call this kind of house a nest.

While Luo Guanzhong and several of his officers and soldiers were drinking, he was telling them the story of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms that he was writing.

suddenly.

There was a sound of ringing a brass bell outside, and there was also a shout of surprise.

"Someone is coming!"

"Look, someone is coming!"

"There are people coming from the south!"

"The supplies are coming, the supplies are coming!"

The whole camp suddenly burst into cheers because of this shout.

Since the beginning of winter, they have only received supplies once.
Chapter completed!