Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

"Sir, who do you think will win this battle?" He Jinling asked.

Chen Lang stood up and paced back and forth in the study, his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

After a long pause, Chen Lang said, "I don't know if there's historical revisionism here, either."

He Jinling was confused: "Huh? What do you mean by historical revision?"

Chen Lang said: "That is to say, different timelines will eventually affect each other."

Countless question marks popped up in He Jinling's head.

Sir, could you please say something that I can understand?

Chen Lang asked, "Do you know the number of troops on both sides of Liao and Jin?"

He Jinling said: "The Liao Kingdom has 200,000 people, and the Jin Kingdom seems to have only 15,000 people."

"Where is the specific battlefield?"

"Guarding the steps."

"Grass."

Chen Lang smiled helplessly: "That time and that moment are just like this moment."

"I would venture to speculate that in this battle, the Jin Kingdom will defeat the Liao army of 200,000 with only 15,000 men."

"The Liao Dynasty would never recover from this, and the Jin Dynasty would take three to five years to complete the national integration, and then launch a counterattack, pushing all the way to eventually destroy the Liao Dynasty."

He Jinling swallowed and said, "Sir, are you serious?"

"Fifteen thousand versus two hundred thousand, how can we possibly win?"

Chen Lang said, "Have you forgotten the Battle of Haoshuichuan? Our 150,000-man army was defeated by the 20,000-man Xixia army."

He Jinling asked, "Are the Jurchens of Liaodong stronger than the Dangxiang?"

Chen Lang said, "This is called a powerful warrior sent from heaven. The most capable fighters in the Jin Kingdom are only this group. If they are all dead, it will be useless."

He Jinling felt like he was listening to a foreign language. After all, what Chen Lang said were things that had never happened.

To put it simply, Chen Lang’s current identity is a charlatan who is speculating about the future.

Chen Lang pondered, "From our dynasty's perspective, if the Jin can win, that would be the best, because we'd have an ally thousands of miles away. By then, we could form an alliance with the Jin and jointly attack the Liao. There's a good chance we'd be able to reclaim the Youyun area."

"If the Liao Kingdom wins, we won't lose much, because if the Liao Kingdom wants to suppress the Jurchens, it will definitely pay a heavy price. Our dynasty can take advantage of the Liao Kingdom's weakness to reduce or even cancel the annual tribute."

"If the emperor still has ambition, he can take advantage of the Liao Kingdom's weakness and directly launch an expedition to the north to conquer the homeland."

He Jinling said, "According to what you said, my Lord, this war between Liao and Jin will only bring us benefits and no harm."

Chen Lang nodded. "The premise is that the Jin Kingdom must be very capable in fighting. If it is easily crushed by the Liao Kingdom, then all my reasoning will be invalid."

"Send a letter to Wu Le, asking him to pay close attention to the fighting in the northeast. I want to understand the entire process of the war."

"I understand. I'll write it right away." He Jinling said.

Chen Lang asked, "Is there anything else?"

He Jinling said, "I almost forgot. Yelu Xiongge sent a letter asking when the cloth could be supplied."

"They need a lot of cloth to make warm clothes for the soldiers."

Chen Lang said: "Tell him it will be soon."

"The Min family can't hold out for much longer. Once they give in, we can supply them in large quantities."

After getting the answer he wanted, He Jinling bowed and said, "Sir, I will take my leave now."

……

Min family.

The sky is still shrouded in gloom and sorrow.

Min Qingshu looked at his servants who were in constant fear, and the feeling of powerlessness in his heart gradually turned into anger.

He was unwilling to be controlled by Chen Lang, and he was unwilling to give up his huge family business.

"Young Master, the master asked you to go to the study." The butler came forward timidly and said in a low voice.

Min Qingshu nodded and turned to walk towards the study.

When he arrived at the study, Min Qingshu was stunned because someone he never expected was also there.

"Grandpa, why are you..."

Min Yun, the old man of the Min family, sat upright on the armchair in the study. Although his beard and eyebrows were all white, his aura was extremely powerful, making Min Tianxing, the head of the Min family, look like a weak chicken.

Min's cloth shop was founded by Min Yun's father, but it was indeed developed and expanded in the hands of Min Yun. Seven years ago, after Min Yun handed everything over to his son Min Tianxing, he returned to the countryside to retire and no longer asked about any affairs of the Min family.

However, now, when the Min family is facing life and death, Min Yun is back again.

"If I don't come back, the Min family's huge fortune will be squandered by you two!" Min Yun stomped his cane hard and scolded him harshly: "Qingshu, grandpa has always had high hopes for you since you were a child. In grandpa's eyes, you are better than your father."

"But regarding the Imperial Merchants incident, you were so foolish!"

Min Qingshu knelt on the ground with a thud and kowtowed, saying, "Grandpa, I know I was wrong."

"Although in the eyes of the world, we businessmen are all treacherous and cunning people who will do anything to achieve our goals and will even sell out our closest relatives for profit."

"But we must never take meanness and shamelessness as our creed just because of what the world thinks."

"Grandpa taught you since you were young that you should have a bottom line. But what did you do? You stole other people's dyeing recipes and dragged the Min family into an irretrievable situation."

Min Qingshu trembled like a sieve and kowtowed repeatedly: "Grandson knows his fault, please forgive me, Grandpa."

"I forgive you, but will my opponent forgive you?" Min Yun slowly leaned back in his chair and said, "Stop knocking, stand up and talk."

"Grandson doesn't dare." Min Qingshu said.

"I told you to get up!" Min Yun yelled.

Only then did Min Qingshu get up tremblingly.

Min Yun said, "When you entered the room, your face was pale, your eyes were dull, and your steps were extremely unsteady. I guess that guy named Chen Lang gave you extremely harsh conditions, right?"

Min Qingshu lowered his head and said, "Grandpa, I understand."

Min Yun said: "Tell me, what kind of conditions could scare you like this?"

Min Qingshu repeated the conditions proposed by Chen Lang.

Min Tianxing was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Dream on!"

"If he wants half of my Min family's fortune, why doesn't he just die!"

"Qingshu, go tell Chen Lang that even if our family is confiscated and our clan is exterminated, we will never agree to his conditions. Tell him to give up on this idea."

Min Qingshu secretly glanced at his grandfather.

Min Yun asked, "You said Chen Lang is from the Imperial Prison Department?"

Min Tianxing said: "Who knows whether his sign is real or fake? Maybe he forged it himself just to scare us."

Min Yun said angrily: "Shut up."

"Qingshu, go ahead."

Min Qingshu said, "Grandpa, I've never seen a genuine Imperial Prison Department badge, but since Chen Lang was able to use this badge to make Master Ye Weiye of the Weaving and Dyeing Institute back down, it means this badge is most likely genuine."

Min Yun narrowed his eyes and talked to himself.

"The Imperial Prison Department... Red Lotus Cult... Perhaps, this is a solution."