Jiujiang Prefecture. Except for the somewhat dazzling three-legged bluebird flag hanging on the top of the city and the soldiers' uniforms being somewhat different from the original Imperial Army uniforms, no one seems to feel that this place is still controlled by the Taiping Army. Everything is as it was before, and not much has changed. Except for a few wealthy families who feel guilty and dare not return after running away, the entire Jiujiang Mansion has not changed much.
The grain market is still so prosperous, with whole ships of wheat, barley, and corn moving freely to the west and east. Merchants are still keen on bargaining. Even the few merchants who hoarded grain in the past regret that they did not see the situation clearly. But who would have thought that this young general who controls the entire Jiujiang Prefecture would be so bold that he would let all the local officials in Jiujiang Prefecture stay in office. Except for a very few officials who felt that they were not strong enough to resign voluntarily, the entire city guard's office Almost without exception, officials returned to their jobs.
However, all the officials firmly remembered what the young general said before a group of officials took office again. Let bygones be bygones, but things in the future need to be handled with reason. Anyone who is partial or greedy will be executed regardless of the severity of the crime. Make a decision. But the words still lingered in his ears, and some people deceived him that he didn't understand financial management, just because three hundred gold coins ended up in a different place. At this point, no one dared to underestimate the young general's determination to kill, especially ordinary officials who made a living on official salaries. Naturally, they were cautious, for fear of accidentally breaking the rules and causing death. Many officials whose families had some assets simply resigned on their own initiative, and the other party did not insist on retaining them. Instead, they directly selected and promoted those who worked carefully from among the original officials. They were familiar with the job, just like usual.
On the other hand, businessmen from all over the country felt that nothing much had changed in Jiujiang Prefecture, and they all gathered back together to resume their old businesses. The prosperity of the past was gradually restored, especially the grain trade, which regained its former glory. The noisy docks did not feel the threat of war at all. Businessmen need to make money, farmers need to exchange excess food for other necessities of life, and dock workers need to work hard to feed their families. All this will not change just because the city or owner is changed.
However, as the temporary master of Jiujiang Mansion, Cheng Dayou knew that everything in front of him was just flowers in the moonlight in the mirror. If there was a slight disturbance, the prosperous situation on the surface could be turned into ashes immediately. Whether it is the Taiping Army in the north or the imperial armies on the other three sides, their strength far exceeds the tens of thousands of troops he has at his disposal. Both sides are watching this with a strange mentality, but perhaps it is this extremely delicate balance. However, the peace in Jiujiang Mansion has been maintained, but even he himself does not know how long this fragile balance can be maintained.
Walking along the Xunjiang Pier, Cheng Dayou paused while looking at the busy scene in front of him. It is not far from the intersection of Xunjiang River and Yajiang River. It is also one of the three famous wharves in Jiujiang. A large number of grains are loaded and shipped here. You can go straight to the river along the Xunjiang River, and go south to the Yajiang River along the river. You can reach the various prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River. If you go westward against the Yajiang River, you can reach Huanggang, Jincheng and even the Hanzhong Basin. Good water transportation conditions and superior geographical location made Jiujiang the second largest inland river port in the empire after Jinling, and the grain shipped from Jiujiang Prefecture every year was comparable to the transportation volume of Jinling Wharf.
Rows of large cargo ships are neatly lined up at the dock, waiting for dock workers to load their goods. The dock built with blue strips of stone is extremely strong and durable. The wash of time has left its mark on the dock. This is a grain-only building with some history. pier. The merchants were sitting in the arbors outside the pier, drinking tea and holding pipes. Occasionally they would come out to pick up one or two packages, and pierce the sacks with the prepared skewers to check the humidity and whether there was sand. The warehouse stewards shouted and organized workers to push the grain out of the warehouse on small carts. The workers yelled and ran back and forth in the scorching sun. Every time a cart was sent out, they would get a bamboo stick from the supervisor's office. They were sent to the cargo ship along the trembling gangplank. There were already workers on the cargo ship waiting to put the sacks weighing more than one stone into the cargo hold with ease and skill. The whole process was as smooth as clouds and flowing water.
From time to time, there are small boats with three sets of bluebird flags patrolling the river. Although he has deployed strict observation posts in the upper reaches of the Xunjiang River and Yajiang River, in order to prevent accidents, Cheng Dayou still formed a small-scale water patrol. The patrol team is responsible for checking whether any suspicious persons and prohibited materials are carried by ships on the water. However, Cheng Dayou also knew that if the imperial army really wanted to regain Jiujiang, it would be difficult to hold on with its current strength, especially when the imperial navy had an absolute advantage.
There is a constant flow of ships coming and going on the wide and flat water. Boats are getting on and off the dock, sails are being hoisted, sails are being hoisted, and oars are being rowed. The sailors are busy docking and disembarking, looking coldly at the river with their arms folded, but Cheng Dayou still has it in his mind. Thinking about where to go.
Since occupying Jiujiang, Cheng Dayou has found that his thoughts have changed. The Taiping Cult is getting farther and farther away from him, and he is becoming more and more intolerable to those guys who know nothing but like to point fingers. Therefore, he boldly decided to retain all the officials under the original city guard before the order was issued by the Prime Minister Wen. Except for a very few who thought they were incompetent, he fully accepted all the officials left by the previous city guard. In addition to the officials, the escaped city guard also left him a rich inheritance, sufficient food reserves, and ample sources of funds, which made him suddenly feel that he had the capital to bargain with Anyuan to the north. He even had an impulsive desire to shout loudly at those short-sighted guys: "From now on, everyone will go their own way!"
But he soon realized that things were not as simple as he imagined. The cruel reality made him discover that once you are branded as the Taiping Cult, no matter whether you really believe in the Taiping Cult in your heart, in the eyes of the world, you will always be It's a wicked way, unless you change your appearance and join the master who has a brighter future. After leaving the Taiping Sect and the brothers under you, you are actually nothing. The hostility in the hearts of those businessmen and gentlemen who surround you all day long cannot be hidden from you. They can give you money, or even kneel at your feet and lick the soles of your shoes, but you have to let them recognize you deep in their hearts. That is absolutely impossible. If given the chance, they will unceremoniously knock you to the ground and put a foot on you.
Fortunately, Bo Xiang's tact in the middle gave him room for maneuver, and the relationship between him and the senior leaders of the Taiping Holy Kingdom did not deteriorate immediately, but he knew that he had become a rebel in the eyes of the senior leaders of the Taiping Holy Kingdom, but the time was not yet ripe. , in their words, they are unwilling to engage in internal strife and benefit the empire, even if it is just to maintain superficial unity. They hope that the imperial army will launch an attack so that they can wait for them to call for help, so that they can naturally take control of this place.
What should I do? Cheng Dayou stared at the river and thought hard. There seems to be no way out, not even one or two. The messenger from Huanggang has just left, and the secret envoy from the imperial capital has also arrived. These princes are not good at anything else, but their natural sense of smell is unparalleled. , all kinds of beautiful promises are coming one after another, making people overwhelmed, but Cheng Dayou himself knows that they are all interested in the 50,000 elite soldiers who are loyal to him. This is an elite that belongs entirely to him, not to Taiping. Those from the Holy Kingdom are the basis for his survival. Without them, he would not even be shit.
It seems that he has to choose a loyal master among these people. Just as the messenger said, he can drag it on, but once the situation becomes clear, he will be finished. He can't rely only on blood and courage. Being able to withstand everything, 50,000 people may be able to sustain it for a while, but in an endless war, that is just a number and not enough to prove anything.
Maybe he is really a scumbag, why don't he have a good life like Li Wufeng in the northwest? A legendary name flashed through Cheng Dayou's mind. Why was that guy able to seize the opportunity and jump over the dragon gate? Is this life
The beautiful rhinoceros horn cup was shattered by the huge impact, and the crystal clear wine flew in the air along with its inertia. The rich fragrance filled the tent. Only the sound of rough breathing could be heard in the entire tent, and there was no other sound. .
The gloomy voice seemed to be floating out of hell, carrying a hint of chill. Even the guards at the door of the tent could feel the strong murderous intent. They had never seen their king become so angry. .
"Caron, tell me, what bullshit agreement did you and Li Wufeng reach? Why? Why did Li Wufeng suddenly send Mote Dog and Tubu Pig to attack the cowardly Anou people?! Li Wufeng kept it secret from us and Luo Bei What kind of deal did people make?" Like a hungry lone wolf wandering alone on the grassland, the furious Muluwa squeezed out a few words through his teeth, and with a "crash", the huge low table was kicked by him Kicked into two pieces, the milk wine and cooked meat on the low table flew out in all directions. Gululu rolled to the corner of the tent. The two maids were so frightened that they knelt down on the blanket behind and shivered.
"Back to the king, Kalong just signed an agreement with Li Wufeng to jointly defeat the Luobi people. Now, both for Li Wufeng and us Chidi people, the Luobi people have been completely defeated. So, this This agreement has completed its mission and has become a piece of waste paper." Caron replied calmly, "As for the deal between Li Wufeng and the Luo Bei people, Caron has no way of knowing now."
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