Looking at the barren ground outside, where there was still unmelted snow in some places, Xiong Tingbi knew that the Jurchens were also having a hard time at this time, and this attack was actually to steal things.

Of course, if they could capture Shenyang and Liaoyang, it would be enough to feed the Jurchens, but Xiong Tingbi did not want to be the food in the Jurchens' mouths.

The current situation did not require a strong defense, as the area outside the city was barren. Therefore, Xiong Tingbi decided to fight the Jurchens.

"Marshal, the governor is here." General He Shixian whispered in Xiong Tingbi's ear.

Unlike the civil officials who looked down on Xiong Tingbi, the generals and soldiers in Liaodong were very impressed with him. First of all, he was not corrupt, he was a good fighter, and he understood them.

What seemed vulgar to the civil officials was precisely Xiong Tingbi's popular position in the eyes of the military generals. Therefore, since Xiong Tingbi arrived in Liaodong, the military power of the entire Liaodong region fell into Xiong Tingbi's hands.

Governor Xue Guoyong didn't say anything, but he couldn't tolerate it, so he made trouble for Xiong Tingbi these days.

Although the two sides did not fall out, it was almost the same.

The reason why Xiong Tingbi was called domineering and was unpopular among civil officials, or in other words, unpopular among the Donglin Party, was very simple.

He was from the Zhejiang Party. In addition, Xiong Tingbi did not follow the rules set by the Donglin Party. To put it bluntly, he did not listen to the Donglin Party.

You don't listen to me, is that okay? You don't go along with the corrupt... No, if you don't become a gentleman like us, then I'll kill you.

It's that simple.

"What can we do if they come?" Xiong Tingbi raised his hand to press the sword at his waist, snorted coldly, and his face was full of disdain.

Xiong Tingbi looked down on Xue Guoyong for the same reason as Yuan Yingtai. The Donglin Party boasters wrote poetry in their youth and studied classics in their old age; though they had thousands of words in their pens, they had no strategy in their hearts.

It wasn't long before Xue Guoyong came up from below. His face darkened at the sight of Xiong Tingbi. The imperial court ruled with civil officials. Even though the governor was a civil official, shouldn't he show enough respect to the governor? At the very least, shouldn't he ask for instructions early and report back later?

Look at Xiong Tingbi's appearance. He has no respect for his superiors. What good can such a person do?

"Xiong Jinglie, the Jiannu are invading. I wonder if Xiong Jinglie has any good strategy to defeat the enemy?" Xue Guoyong looked at Xiong Tingbi and asked.

Although it was a question, the tone made Xiong Tingbi very uncomfortable. Your condescending attitude really makes me angry, and punching you in the face is just the right way to vent my anger.

Of course, such an idea could only be thought of, but Xiong Tingbi did not intend to show a good face to Xue Guo, and said directly: "Nothing else, just defending."

Xue Guoyong looked at Xiong Tingbi, a hint of joy flashed across his face, but he still flicked his sleeves and turned to walk down the city wall: "Then I will see how Xiong Jinglüe holds the city."

Xiong Tingbi looked at Xue Guoyong and couldn't help but snorted coldly, but a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

Xue Guoyong knew without hesitation that he must have written a memorial. The content was simple, impeaching himself. The content was predictable, arrogant and domineering. Of course, this was just the beginning.

The main attack direction should be to be afraid of the enemy and not willing to fight, or even to flirt with the Jiannu, and maybe even to make up a charge of treason.

Xiong Tingbi never doubted these people's ability to put accusations on others with their pens; intellectuals kill people without using knives.

But Xiong Tingbi also knew that even if he was polite to Xue Guo, he would still impeach him, unless he was willing to become their disciple and a lackey.

But who am I? I'd rather die than do such a thing!

Looking towards the direction of the capital, Xiong Tingbi showed a hint of hesitation on his face, and then he sighed lightly, hoping that the capital would not let him down!

Liaodong was actively preparing for war, while the capital was in a state of bustle. The biggest issue at the moment was, of course, the emperor's selection of a queen. Apart from that, there wasn't anything else of major concern.

However, for Zhu Youxiao, his mind was not on choosing a queen.

As for the Donglin Party, the case was handed over to Yang Lian. Zhu Youxiao put it aside for the time being and prepared to see how Yang Lian would handle it.

In Zhu Youxiao's view, Yang Lian would eventually choose to submit, submit to those in the Donglin Party, or compromise, because they were the same kind of people.

In Yang Lian's view, everyone is the same kind of person and can discuss things with them; as for the eunuch party, that is not allowed, as they are class enemies.

Zhu Youxiao was waiting for that day.

Therefore, Zhu Youxiao was not going to pay any attention to Yang Lian and the others. He let them make a fuss and let them make as much noise as they wanted. He would then come out at the end.

"Your Majesty, this memorial has been found." Chen Hong walked to Zhu Youxiao and respectfully handed him a memorial.

He reached out and took the memorial. This memorial was actually very simple, just a farewell memorial, and the reason given was also very ordinary, which meant that I was sick, I could not serve Your Majesty anymore, and I wanted to go home to recuperate.

There are thousands of such memorials. The reason why Zhu Youxiao found this one is very simple, that is, the person who submitted this memorial is extraordinary.

The person who submitted this memorial was named Xu Guangqi. After traveling through time, he was the man, or talent, that Zhu Youxiao valued the most.

Xu Guangqi, courtesy name Zixian and pseudonym Xuanhu, was a Han Chinese from Fahuahui, Shanghai County (present-day Shanghai). He was a renowned scientist and politician during the Ming Dynasty.

Xu Guangqi devoted his life to the study of mathematics, astronomy, calendar, water conservancy and other fields. He was diligent in writing and was particularly proficient in agronomy. He translated books such as "Elements of Geometry", "Western Water Resources" and "Complete Book of Agricultural Administration".

He knew everything about making guns and cannons. It can be said that Xu Guangqi was a great scientist of this era, well-versed in both Chinese and Western knowledge.

What's this?

This is a rare talent!

How could Zhu Youxiao not use such a talent?

Go home to recuperate. Zhu Youxiao knew very well why Xu Guangqi wanted to go home to recuperate.

In the 47th year of the Wanli reign, the Ming army was defeated in the Battle of Sarhu. Xu Guangqi repeatedly submitted petitions requesting military training, and was later promoted to Junior Secretary and concurrently Censor of Henan Province, supervising the training of new troops in Tongzhou. However, due to difficulties in supplying military pay and equipment, the training plan did not go smoothly.

To put it bluntly, no one looked up to him, no one supported him, and the court was busy with party struggles. Who would bother with an old man who wanted to train troops?

At this time, Xu Guangqi was already disheartened and speechless, so he could only submit a petition to return to Tianjin to recuperate.

Why Tianjin and not Shanghai? Because in the early winter of the 41st year of the Wanli reign, Xu Guangqi resigned from his post due to disagreements with some ministers in the court and went to Tianjin.

He dug canals and planted rice in Fangshan and Laishui counties, conducted various agricultural experiments, and wrote books such as "Yi Ken Ling", "Draft of Agricultural Book", and "Northern Farming Record", laying the foundation for the compilation of "Complete Book of Agricultural Administration".

Since I can't be loyal to my country, I might as well write a book!

This is what Xu Guangqi thought.