Volume Two: I Shall Move Heaven and Earth with a Single Pull, 36 Pyongyang III

In the bright sunlight, the courtyard was a blend of deep green and soft red. Deng She lingered at the foot of the steps for a moment, unable to discern whether Yao Haogu’s sincerity was genuine or merely an act.

Yao Haogu had specifically mentioned the conversation outside the smelting yard. Deng She was quite confused; pressed relentlessly by Yao Haogu, he had no time to think deeply and had spoken many words offhand, now barely recalling them. After pondering for some time without finding any clue, he grew uneasy, paced around twice, then remembered Hong Jixun and hastened to summon him back.

Back in the main hall, Deng She unfurled Yao Haogu’s memorial, glancing at it distractedly. Accustomed to Hong Jixun’s flowing cursive script, Yao Haogu’s handwriting did not impress—neat, clear, and orderly, but rather plain. The first page dealt with cooperative societies and agricultural encouragement. The heading read: “Does the General desire to enrich the people? Or to enrich the powerful elite?”

Deng She’s interest was instantly piqued. Skimming the first two lines, he found that Yao Haogu began with a brief affirmation but followed with considerable critique. Each sentence rang out like a resonant bell, striking at thoughts previously unconsidered, laying out pros and cons vividly—as if witnessing the matters firsthand. Unable to restrain his impatience, Deng She devoured the text rapidly, then circled back to read it carefully from the start.

Yao Haogu elaborated on the evolution of the village society system: originating in the Yuan dynasty’s monetary era, formally established in the 6th year of Emperor Shizu’s Zhiyuan reign. The society’s purpose was to encourage farming and sericulture, develop irrigation, establish granaries, run schools, and promote moral conduct; it also undertook supervising local officials, preventing corruption, investigating wrongdoing, and managing tax levies and conscription.

In other words, the cooperative society Deng She had established already existed in form, only that this new cooperative bore the additional function of circulating goods.

Yao Haogu then raised numerous issues, ultimately questioning: Who can be entrusted as leader of the society? Everyone has selfish motives, many are of different ethnic groups—how can the General supervise them? If the leader becomes corrupt, using the entire society’s resources for personal gain, how can the General restrain him? Leaders are invariably local elites; as they grow richer, villagers grow poorer—should rebellion arise, how would the General maintain control?

To prove his points were not baseless, Yao Haogu cited examples of leaders’ potential misconduct.

First, in agricultural encouragement: nominally an exhortation, but in reality compulsory. Tasks are delegated from the leader to each household—amount of land to till, quantities of grain and mulberry trees to plant.

In theory, these tasks should vary according to the number of able-bodied members per household, yet some with fewer laborers might want to cultivate more land, and vice versa. Since the amount of land cultivated directly affects autumn tax assessments, some households might underreport planted acreage despite cultivating more, while others might exaggerate. This opens opportunities for leaders to falsify records and extort.

Second, regarding granary management: if local leaders embezzle funds and manipulate accounts for personal gain, how should that be addressed?

Third, in fostering moral conduct: as the leader holds authority over the people, abuses such as monopolizing lawsuits and oppressing villagers may arise, preventing people from seeking justice in official courts.

As for other duties—supervising officials, preventing corruption, collecting taxes and conscription—they too were double-edged swords, though Yao Haogu mentioned these only briefly.

Deng She read the memorial three times, savoring and weighing each point. Having been a soldier since youth, his understanding of village societies was limited, and he had never experienced them firsthand. He had initially been proud of the cooperative society system he proposed, but now realized that knowledge from books was shallow; true understanding required personal practice.

After finishing the cooperative society report, he examined the *store* document. There were many hidden dangers, some also noted by Wu Heniang. Seeing this, Deng She suddenly wondered: since most of the defects Yao Haogu listed were already known among the people and Wu Heniang was experienced in governance, why did he remain silent during the council?

No answer came. In the past, Deng She would have let such matters go; now, bearing responsibility for tens of thousands of troops and the safety of ten cities, he could not help but grow suspicious.

Just then, Hong Jixun arrived, sweating under the scorching sun outside. Fanning himself, he entered the hall, glanced around, and asked, “Has that old rascal left? Surprisingly, he didn’t linger or pester much—quite unusual.”

Deng She smiled, “Not only did he not pester, but he handed me a memorial.” He passed it to Hong Jixun. “Sir, take a look. He dismissed our cooperative society and *store* as worthless.”

Hong Jixun glanced over it and tossed it aside, “Empty threats! That old rascal first tries to be stubborn, then softens to lower our guard, to weaken the General’s resolve. A cunning ploy.”

“Empty threats?” Deng She frowned. “I think there are some valid points.”

“Valid points?” Hong Jixun was surprised at Deng She’s attitude, then sneered. “The General’s been fooled by that old man!”

“Oh?”

“Tell me, General, if Yao Haogu sees these defects, don’t I and Wu Tongzhi see them too?” Hong Jixun tossed a pillow toward Deng She, who had been pondering this very doubt. “Not to mention me; even Wu Tongzhi, with his long local experience, must understand the pros and cons of village societies. So why didn’t he mention them then? It’s simple: the village society’s benefits appeared early on, its harms later. Our army needs swift governance now, so the village society fits perfectly; for long-term peace, improvements can come later.”

Deng She pulled the memorial back and studied it again carefully, confirming Hong Jixun’s words. Though alarming at first glance, the problems Yao Haogu pointed out would not become serious in just a few years. He sighed with relief, laughing, “If not for you, Sir Hong, I might have been badly duped by Yao the steward.”

“The General worries too much,” Hong Jixun smiled. “Besides, look—you see that the old man wrote thousands of words listing only hazards, never solutions. What’s his intent? To disturb the General’s mind. Maybe he hopes you’ll ask him directly. Once you do, he will turn the tables, from passive to active. Then he can posture to his heart’s content.”

Deng She had not expected this. If true, Yao Haogu’s cunning was profound. Yet, hearing his murmured verses after leaving, he seemed sincere. Deng She shook his head, inexperienced in intrigue, and decided not to dwell on it.

“General, you called me back just for this?”

The remark reminded Deng She. He recounted Yao Haogu’s words about the smelting yard, racking his brain; the two men analyzed it for a long time but found no flaw. Hong Jixun snapped his fan shut, revealing his proud nature: “The words are spoken, the matter is past. The General need not worry. He has his stratagems; I have my secret ladders. As long as the Pyongyang campaign goes smoothly, we’ll be unbeatable. No matter what he tries, we need not fear.”

That was the only course.

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With this matter set aside, Yao Haogu interrupted the military council. Only a rough outline of taking Pyongyang was discussed; no details were shared. Now that Hong Jixun had returned, they hung up the map and continued their planning.

Logistics of grain, transport, weapons, routes, and horse deployment—all had to be arranged, which would take at least seven or eight days. Hastiness was worse than steadiness. Deng She decided to allow two extra days, setting the official departure ten days later. He dispatched fast riders to spread word, summoning Chen Hu, Zhao Guo, Zhang Dair, and others back to the city. This battle would be tough; leaving fierce generals like Zhao Guo and Zhang Dair to defend the city was a waste of their talents.

Sunlight in the hall slowly receded, shadows deepening. Planning continued until dusk. Bi Qianniu tiptoed in. He had visited several times before, and Deng She knew he had matters to discuss. As the conversation paused, Deng She stretched and asked, “What is it?”

“Kiku Saburō has returned and has been waiting outside for some time. Seeing the General busy with military affairs, he dared not disturb.”

The situation was changing; forming a navy was no longer as pressing as taking Pyongyang. Deng She was momentarily uninterested and casually asked, “How many did he bring back?”

“Five ships, over thirty men.”

“Weapons seized and secured in the camp… Don’t put them with Fujimitsu. Make sure they don’t communicate with each other.” Deng She thought a moment and added, “Don’t skimp on their food and drink. If anyone disobeys or causes trouble, beat them.”

“Yes, sir.” Bi Qianniu respectfully acknowledged but remained, then said, “The mainland thousand-household chief also requests an audience.”

Lu Qianwu had come? Deng She’s spirits lifted, suspecting it concerned landmines. “Bring him in at once.”

With footsteps echoing, Lu Qianwu arrived, two soldiers behind carrying a wooden box. Without formal greetings, he directed the soldiers to carefully place the box on the floor, then bowed deeply. “Greetings, General.”

“Rise quickly.” Deng She moved aside to look at the box, asking, “Is that landmines inside?”

“I have fulfilled my duty, sir. I produced three types. After testing...” Lu Qianwu paused, choosing words carefully, “They are passable, passable.”

Deng She circled the table, pulling Hong Jixun over to the box. Soldiers opened the lid, revealing three round, stout objects wrapped in cotton cloth. One was stone, one iron, and the other a large jar.

Even Hong Jixun, experienced and knowledgeable, had never seen such landmines and was greatly intrigued. “These are the landmines?” Squatting down, he tapped the stone one lightly with his fan handle. It flipped over, revealing a coiled fuse.

Lu Qianwu explained, “The stone one was first used by General Wen at Shankou. Gunpowder is hidden inside, the fuse outside, requiring manual ignition. However, inspired by the General, I concealed dozens of small stones inside the large rock, plugging the cannon mouth with it. Upon explosion, the blast radius increased significantly, as did the power.”

Eagerly, Deng She said, “Set it up and test it in the yard.” Noticing the patrolling guards, he called to Zuo Che’er, “Quick, clear the yard. No one is allowed to remain. Keep it secret—no onlookers.”

Lu Qianwu took charge, carrying the box out with soldiers, presenting the stone mine on a flat spot. He pulled out the fuse about half a meter long, took out a flint, and before lighting it, warned Deng She, “Please stand back further, General.”

As an expert, Lu Qianwu’s caution was respected. Deng She and Hong Jixun stepped back several meters. Lighting the fuse with flint, Lu Qianwu turned and ran. The fuse, mixed with powder, crackled swiftly, then a sudden explosion rang out.

The gunpowder detonated the stone sphere, sending fragments flying. Dozens of small stones inside shot into a nearby tree, embedding several inches deep. Some flew high, breaking branches.

Hong Jixun’s ears rang from the blast. Regaining composure, he applauded, “Such power, though inferior to cannons, surpasses firelocks. Only a bit large; if made smaller and light enough for one man to carry, it would be excellent for throwing into enemy ranks.”

Lu Qianwu smiled wryly, “This is the smallest size. Smaller means insufficient powder and no power.”

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