After taking Gaoyou, the imperial court sent someone to deliver the documents again.
The person who was sent was a Han Chinese, probably because he thought it would be easier for the Han people to say things. The Han who was sent was a petty official named Jia Fuqing, dressed in commoner clothes and with a moustache. Lin Yuan saw him. At the time, I thought he was a typical Han official.
Jia Fuqing stood in front of Lin Yuan, feeling a little nervous. He didn't know what happened to him, but he was sent to the rebels. Lin Yuan in front of him looked like a young man, but he also had the temperament of a scholar. , But in the final analysis, it is still an anti-thief. Anti-thieves are unreasonable. Maybe if he disagrees, he will be cut off in the next second.
"Brother Jia." Lin Yuan greeted Jia Fuqing enthusiastically when he saw Jia Fuqing, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Jia Fuqing was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. He smiled at Lin Yuan and said, "I heard about Young Master Lin's name when I was in Zhengzhou. Sure enough, a hero is a young man, and Young Master Lin is a talented person, but how did he become..."
He sighed, looking very sorry.
Lin Yuan smiled and asked, "How is Lin?"
Jia Fuqing sighed: "The imperial court sent people to send documents a few months ago. As long as Mr. Lin is willing to submit to the imperial court, he will give him ten thousand households. Don't you have to live a precarious life now? Looking ahead, Fang Zhizhong has since surrendered. The imperial court is now in the middle of Huizhou Luzhi, and if Lin Gongzi submits, the seat of Wanhu will be right in front of you."
"Young Master Lin, you also know that the court is willing to invite ten thousand households to invite each other, because it pity your soldiers and people, not because the court is weak. If you force the court to send troops, then Han Shantong's fate is right in front of your eyes."
Jia Fuqing looked neither humble nor arrogant, and his words were all for Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan wasn't angry either, he said to Jia Fuqing with a smile, "Brother Jia has just come, let's chat again after a short rest?"
"Someone."
The servants waiting outside swarmed. Their footsteps were light and their movements were orderly. When they came in, they didn't touch anyone else at all. Jia Fuqing lowered his eyes, but he was secretly shocked.
These minions made him feel like soldiers.
"Take Master Jia to his room." Lin Yuan ordered.
The servants agreed, and a man of medium stature walked up to Jia Fuqing, lowered his head and said, "Master Jia, please."
Jia Fuqing couldn't say no, he could only leave with the servant.
As soon as Jia Fuqing left, Lin Yuan asked someone to invite Song Shizhao. Song Shizhao was more like a scholar than Lin Yuan. If he only looked at his appearance, no one would have thought that Song Shizhao would have the courage to rebel. , walking on the road is a standard sour scholar.
Song Shizhao also knew that the imperial court had sent someone here, and of course he understood that Lin Yuan called him here now to solve the problem of the imperial envoy.
"I can't let him go back in a short time." Lin Yuan said to Song Shizhao, "At least half a year, I want him to stay, and the letter to the imperial court should make the imperial court feel that I am thinking about it, rather than never wanting to submit to the imperial court."
Song Shizhao touched his chin and asked, "The owner wants to use the trick of dragging words, but the imperial court is afraid that it will not have so much patience."
Lin Yuan: "Before we conquer Changshu Songjiang, we can't completely tear ourselves apart from the imperial court."
Nor can he be called a rebel targeted by the Yuan court after Han Shantong.
After all, the army of the court was not all unknown, and Tuotuo Timur was a famous general at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.
He did not die on the battlefield, but died on the court.
His life was eventually taken away by the Yuan Dynasty, which he was loyal to.
In Lin Yuan's memory, Tuotuo Timur seemed to be a very famous general and a rare general, and he not only learned the culture of his own nation, but also learned Confucian culture. I heard that he is also good at calligraphy and painting, and his calligraphy is vigorous Powerful, with the style of Yan Zhenqing, he is also good at painting bamboo. Because he accepts Confucianism, he also behaves according to Confucian standards.
And like Zhang Shicheng, he has been extremely physically fit since childhood.
About all generals have this talent
Lin Yuan remembered that Chen Youliang seemed to be very physically fit since he was a child.
He thought about it seriously, if he could leave a trace on the history books, it is estimated that some people would say that he was extremely physically fit.
This made Lin Yuan suddenly feel a little dumbfounded.
Anyway, most of the generals will brag about their strength and wisdom.
What the facts are, what is recorded in the history books is only passed down, and it is unknown how many people have processed them.
Song Shizhao asked: "I will handle this matter well for the owner, so that the owner will not be disappointed."
Lin Yuan smiled at him: "Leave it to Mr. Song, I'm always at ease."
Mr. is a respectful title. As for whether Song Shizhao taught or not, no one cared. After Lin Yuan shouted this a few times, the others also followed.
This made Song Shizhao feel very comfortable, but he wouldn't show it, so he felt relieved in his heart.
After all, he was sent by the imperial court, so he had to give some face. The servants were very respectful to Jia Fuqing. After being taken to the room arranged for him, Jia Fuqing saw the four treasures of the study on the table, not only that, but also to The clothes he prepared made Jia Fuqing feel strange. He had only been here for a day, and there was no tailor to measure him, and even if he did, he couldn't make any clothes in a day.
The middle-aged man who brought him into the room lowered his head and said respectfully, "Master Jia, if you have something to do, there is a bell here, and someone will answer if you ring the bell."
Jia Fuqing nodded: "This is convenient."
The middle-aged man added: "These clothes are all new, and no one has ever put them on. If you think something is not suitable, just ask the tailor to come and tighten it."
Jia Fuqing was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect such a practice. He said, "Even if it is accepted, it is not suitable for tailoring."
The middle-aged servant smiled: "Master Jia is joking, we are not rich here and can't afford so many tailors."
Jia Fuqing laughed dryly.
When he came over, he didn't have time to look at what it was like outside, and he didn't know the current situation in Taizhou and Gaoyou.
But according to his speculation, Lin Yuan is a young man. Young people lack experience and experience. There may be one or two experts around him, but it is impossible for the people in Taizhou and Gaoyou to return to their hearts in a short time.
Maybe the situation of Gaoyou in Taizhou is not as good as he guessed.
At this time, many people on the street walked out of their homes one after another, the gong was rang, and even those who were working stopped their work, and the supervisor did not scold them like they used to see their subordinates being lazy. Walked to the street and waited for the sound of the gong to get closer.
"Come on, come on!"
Xiaotong ran all the way over, with a smile on his face, who didn't know it would be New Year's Eve, he shouted: "Come here!"
The crowd was very noisy, and they were talking to each other with joy on their faces.
The sound got closer and closer, and they finally saw the person coming.
The first person to enter the field of vision was wearing brown prison pants. The prisoners had no clothes to wear. At most, they only had one pair of pants, or cropped pants. Belly.
Every time he took a step, his stomach was shaking, and his hands and feet were shackled. There were two yamen escorting him, one on the left and one on the right. One of them was holding a gong, and the other was preaching loudly. what this prisoner did.
The people looked excitedly at the original rich man who was now being held and paraded through the streets, with smiles on their faces.
If it wasn't for the rotten leaves and eggs, they would probably have thrown them away.
He didn't dare to throw stones, for fear of hitting the yamen next to him.
"Who is this person?" Most of the poor people had never seen the gentlemen above, so naturally they couldn't recognize who this person was.
The person next to him replied, "I heard from the official that this person is the master of the Zhao family!"
"Drink! Master Zhao! He is our Gaoyou one!" Someone made a gesture to show how rich Master Zhao was.
The man laughed: "No matter what he was in the past, now, he is a prisoner! Do you know what a prisoner is? His face must be tattooed, his property must be confiscated, and he will be beheaded after a month of parade."
"What did he do?"
The man said mysteriously: "I heard that someone told him to Nan Bodhisattva, and Nan Bodhisattva knew that he was in the village of fish and meat, so he ordered him to be arrested and asked him to atone for his sins, and his money would also be distributed to those who were fished and meat by him. people."
"Really? Are they all distributed to the village?"
"That's still fake? Nan Bodhisattva has spoken, who dares not to listen? Who doesn't know who Nan Bodhisattva is? He is naturally on our side!"
"That's natural."
People naturally discuss.
"I didn't expect that when Nan Bodhisattva came over, those soldiers didn't rob us of anything."
"Do you know what a military order is like a mountain? Nan Bodhisattva told them not to disturb the people. Of course, they would not disobey Nan Bodhisattva's order. How can they find someone like Nan Bodhisattva who cares about the people!"
Just when people were whispering, someone suddenly rushed into the middle of the road. He rushed over like a madman and punched and kicked at Master Zhao. I plan to pull the man away.
The people who rushed out shouted: "Nan Bodhisattva is the master of the people! The man surnamed Zhao seized the land of my house and forced my sister to go to his house as a slave, but within a year, he brought back a corpse! The man surnamed Zhao told me My sister went with a cold, why didn't he tell us in advance? We only send it back after death, and we don't even give us a burial place!"
"If there is no Nan Bodhisattva! I don't know when my sister's revenge will be avenged!"
"I kowtow to Nan Bodhisattva!"
The man faced the direction of the yamen, knelt down, knocked his head for more than ten times, and gave up after knocking on his forehead. He wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, and then left the intersection.
People were moved. They were oppressed in the past, so they could only shut up and tell themselves that they must endure.
They had no choice but to endure.
After a long time, they seemed to feel that the gentleman above was right.
Their property, children, and gentlemen can take it if they want.
Otherwise, they will face a worse situation than the ruined family.
The beautiful daughter, as well as the son, have been hiding at home since childhood, lest they be seen by the masters and robbed.
After winning, the daughter was lucky enough to be a concubine, but most of the sons were disabled or sent back after playing dead.
The people shouted: "South Bodhisattva is the master of the people!"
"Kill those dog officials! Kill those rotten people in the fish and meat town!"
"South Bodhisattva!"