Jia Fuqing stayed in Gaoyou.
He always remembered his mission, but every time he wanted to mention it, Song Shizhao had countless excuses for him to wait for a while.
"In these days, Gaoyou and Taizhou are both in the autumn harvest." Song Shizhao sat in Jia Fuqing's house, sitting calmly at the table, pouring a cup of tea for both Jia Fuqing and himself, wearing a taxi he did not know where to find He was wearing human clothes and a cloth hat on his head, and Jia Fuqing felt a little closer when he looked at him.
Jia Fuqing sighed: "Song Manager is a scholar. You also persuaded Young Master Lin to live a good life, why bother living such a worrying life? The court is easy to provoke? Now it's just turning a blind eye. If the imperial court really sent troops, could you take advantage of it?"
"Yan Zi once said, "Those who know the current affairs are the heroes, and those who make changes are heroes. "If Young Master Lin accepts the court's surrender, the benefits will not be less."
Song Shizhao asked, "When was Mr. Jia born?"
Jia Fuqing: "A person born in the first year of Yanyou."
Song Shizhao smiled and said, "Is it thirty-five?"
Jia Fuqing nodded, took a sip of tea, and finally felt that his throat was not so dry.
Song Shizhao asked, "I don't know who your majesty is?"
Jia Fuqing: "I used to be the Yin of Kaizhou Prefecture."
Song Shizhao: "It turns out that Master Jia is a family member."
Jia Fuqing raised his hand and bowed: "Where, Mr. Song is wrong, and Jia is just a person who does things for the court."
Two generations of his family have worked for the Yuan court, and only by being loyal to the court can they live a good life. This is the education he received since he was a child.
But when a dog has been around for a long time, he forgot how to be a human being.
Song Shizhao calmly understood Jia Fuqing's inquiries. When Song Shizhao left the room, Jia Fuqing realized that he had told a lot of truth. The person who seems to be a sour scholar persuades him.
Jia Fuqing drank a cup of cold tea regretfully, and said to himself, "It's one move away from chess."
And Song Shizhao also told Lin Yuan what Jia Fuqing had revealed.
Only then did Lin Yuan know that Jia Fuqing was just an outpost. If they didn't let go, the imperial court would send troops directly to catch them by surprise.
To be precise, Jia Fuqing was the victim, but he didn't know it.
Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"
"Our pirate ship, Mr. Jia can get on, or not."
Song Shizhao shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. Judging from his appearance, I'm afraid that he is going to die for the dog court."
Lin Yuan: "I'm not afraid of that."
Many people are not afraid of death, but they do not know how terrible death is.
Lin Yuan said to Song Shizhao, "Before the banquet tonight, let's take a look at the execution ground with Lord Jia."
Some people with conclusive evidence are sentenced to death. At this time, the death sentence is beheading, which is slightly better than beheading in the waist. Without the beheading, it looks scary, but it is not much better. Lin Yuan added: "Tell him to see more clearly."
Song Shizhao understood: "It must be done properly."
So Jia Fuqing wasn't even annoyed when he was taken out of the government office by Song Shizhao. He didn't know where he was going, and he was afraid that Song Shizhao would lynch him, so he asked in a low voice, "Where are we going?"
Song Shizhao's attitude was very good: "Today there is a death row inmate being executed, so I just took you to have a look."
Jia Fuqing wanted to say, "Isn't it a dead person? What's there to see?" But after all, he was on someone else's territory, so he didn't speak so confidently, so he could only nod his head, expressing that he was full of curiosity.
Jia Fuqing, who was under special care, was arranged to watch at the nearest seat.
Apart from the executioner, he was the closest to the prisoner.
Although he thinks that dead people are common, there is nothing to make a fuss about, but as a scholar and an official, Jia Fuqing has lived such a big life, and he has never seen such a scene of dead people. , When the news of death came the next day, he nodded, not taking it to heart.
But now, he saw a human head landed in front of his eyes, rolled a few laps and rolled under his feet, blood sprayed on the ground, he looked down, and found that the human head had opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but also seemed to just want to Ask for help.
Jia Fuqing stood there, motionless, as if someone had applied a body-holding technique. He wanted to move, but he couldn't control his body. His cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Even more terrifying.
Song Shizhao looked at him not far away with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
A bird in a cage will be at a loss when something happens.
"Master Jia." Song Shizhao walked to Jia Fuqing's side again and said softly, "Are you scared?"
Jia Fuqing denied it flatly, unwilling to show his cowardice: "How can this scare me? The dead people I have seen..."
"I don't know how the court executed the execution." Song Shizhao said, "Is it beheading or beheading? Beheading is better, but it also depends on the executioner's skill. It's miserable, if you can't cut off a head with one knife, you need a second knife and a third knife, how painful it is."
"It's even worse if the waist is cut? If the waist is broken, people will not die. Maybe they can live for another hour."
Jia Fuqing shuddered, he didn't speak, his courage was broken.
When has he seen such a scene
Song Shizhao asked, "When did Lord Jia communicate with the court?"
Jia Fuqing was afraid because he was afraid, but he was still alert and kept his mouth shut and didn't answer Song Shizhao's question.
Song Shizhao added: "I don't know if the court won't get a reply from Lord Jia, or if we think that our boss has the intention of not being a minister, will we call people to attack directly, and Lord Jia, I'm afraid that he won't be able to escape?"
"I don't know if Mr. Jia will be beheaded or cut in half? Or hanged?"
Jia Fuqing swallowed a mouthful of saliva uncontrollably.
He said in a trembling voice: "The imperial court naturally won't..."
Song Shizhao interrupted him and said meaningfully: "How the court is, depends on what you do, Master Jia."
Jia Fuqing lowered his head all the way, looking calm, but his fingers were shaking slightly.
He cherished his life and did not want to die.
At the evening banquet, Jia Fuqing sat next to Lin Yuan. There were snacks and fruits on the table in front of him, and prostitutes surrounded him. These women were all women from brothels in Gaoyou City. The way to survive, even if Lin Yuan told them before that he could survive even if he didn't become a prostitute, but they refused.
Unlike the women who were rescued before, they have long been accustomed to this kind of life. They have been living in brothels since childhood. The brothels and their clients are the components of their world, and in this world, they will feel at ease.
They have been taught by the gentlemen invited by the prostitute since they were young. They not only have to learn the art of the house, but also poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting. Lin Yuan even thinks that their education level is probably the highest in Gaoyou.
Unfortunately, what they learn has nothing to do with thinking.
Never read Confucius, never heard of Mencius.
The knowledge they learn is not for themselves, but for men.
Lin Yuan also knew that even if he forced them to leave the brothel, it would be difficult for them to integrate into society.
So Lin Yuan transformed the brothel into a clubhouse.
It is also a place for chatting and talking. The prostitutes have also become waiters. They can still talk to the guests, but they cannot trade with the guests.
The prostitutes adapt very well, and even feel that this can better reflect their charm. On the premise of not being able to sleep with them, they compete with each other, and the turnover of the clubhouse is getting higher and higher.
However, because of Lin Yuan's restrictions, newcomers will not be included.
When these prostitutes are old and they can't work on their own, they will change careers.
Brothels will also become decent clubs.
These things made Lin Yuan devastated and extremely busy.
Now the prostitutes have begun to serve Jia Fuqing. These prostitutes may not be very beautiful, but they must have high emotional intelligence. They know how to play with men. Once they understand the key points, they can do it with ease. Chatting with Jia Fuqing, he kept persuading him to drink.
One of the prostitutes is called Hongxiu. She is from Jiangnan and has been sold to Gaoyou since she was a child. She is a standard beauty, with a small cherry mouth, eyebrows as far away, hair as splashing ink, a thin waist, an oval face and a small nose. There was still a slight fragrance on her body. She leaned on Jia Fuqing's body, holding the wine glass to Jia Fuqing's lips with her tender and slender fingers, and gently persuaded: "Master Jia, have another drink."
Jia Fuqing is in the town of Wenrou. He is a perfect man, and he also has the common problems of men. At first, he was worried that Lin Yuan would find fault with him, and he didn't dare to do anything. Now that he found that Lin Yuan did not pay attention to him, he hugged the red-sleeved man. Waist, and said in his mouth: "Honey, feed it to the lord."
Hongxiu took a sip of wine and fed her mouth to mouth. Her face was reddish, her eyes were like silk, and Jia Fuqing's mouth was dry.
If it weren't for the crowd, Jia Fuqing would have to turn his face, and he would probably have thrown Hong Xiu down.
From this day on, Jia Fuqing will go to the clubhouse to visit Hongxiu when he has time.
Hongxiu flirted with him while flirting with other guests. She wandered between men and seemed to love Jia Fuqing deeply, but she didn't seem to take Jia Fuqing seriously.
Jia Fuqing was fascinated by her.
Sitting in the room with red sleeves, she was dressing up and complaining softly, "He smells bad."
Lin Yuan sat on the chair beside him, peeled the melon seeds in his hand, and smiled at Hong Xiu, "Then will you block your nose next time?"
Hong Xiu covered her mouth and smiled: "That's indecent."
Hong Xiu pursed her lips and looked at herself in the bronze mirror. She touched her face and sighed, "Why should the owner care about such a person, and the slave family can always see his ugly face."
Lin Yuan: "I wronged you, what compensation do you want?"
Hongxiu walked to Lin Yuan's side, rested her head on Lin Yuan's shoulder, grabbed Lin Yuan's belt with her fingers, and said softly, "The Dong family will stay with the slave family for one night?"
With the beauty on the side, it would be a lie to say that she is not interested, but Lin Yuan said, "Apart from me, you can choose."
Hong Xiu pouted his lips: "Forget it."
Hongxiu understands men. Men call her a whore, and at the same time they are courting her. Sometimes they say "I will definitely marry you", while they lift their pants and don't recognize people. They praise her as the best in this world. The most beautiful woman also scolded her as a slut who was as human as possible.
Men have honey in their mouths and poison in their mouths.
The thirteen-year-old Hongxiu always had tears in her eyes, but the sixteen-year-old Hongxiu was able to sit beside different men with a sincere smile on her face. She didn't know how many people she had kissed on her lips, and she didn't know how to lie on her bed. How many people passed.
Hong Xiu leaned against Lin Yuan's shoulder and did not move, his eyes closed.
Lin Yuan didn't move. In his eyes, Hong Xiu was more like a little girl. She was only sixteen years old, and she was only about 1.5 meters tall. Although she had lost the childishness of a girl and was full of the charm of a woman, he couldn't. Treat her like a woman.
Sometimes Lin Yuan himself felt that maybe because there were too many people calling him Nan Bodhisattva, he really had such a bodhisattva heart.
The room was quiet for a long time, before Hong Xiu said softly, "Master, do you want Jia Fuqing's life?"
Lin Yuan shook his head and told Hong Xiu the matter in detail.
Hong Xiu nodded and said, "The slave family understands."
Jia Fuqing came to the club again at night. He impatiently named Hongxiu's name. Even when the beautiful woman brought tea, he didn't even look at each other. He felt that he was deeply in love with Hongxiu. She was someone he had never seen before. The woman he had passed was arrogant, beautiful, and sometimes petty and affectionate. He felt that he could take Hongxiu away, and then he could make Hongxiu a concubine, and he would also be able to enjoy the blessings of all the people.
Probably because he never got the red sleeve, his heart was like being scratched by a cat.
"Jia Lang." Hong Xiu came very late, she seemed to have just experienced something, her clothes were messy, and her face was flushed.
When Jia Fuqing saw her appearance, he became angry, slapped the table, and tried to rush out: "Who touched you! I'm going to kill him!"
However, Hongxiu stopped him, sat down with his arms in his arms, and said with tears: "Who is the slave family? How can Jia Lang treat him like this? , just to take a few more glances at Jia Lang."
Jia Fuqing was suddenly proud of what she said. He hugged her waist and said in his mouth: "When Nan Bodhisattva returns to the court, I will take you back to Kaizhou, take you as a concubine, and let you live a good life."
Hong Xiu smiled and said, "Jia Lang, the slave family is afraid of the imperial court."
"If the imperial court sent troops to open it, wouldn't we..."
Hongxiu: "The slave family is not afraid of death, but the slave family does not want Jia Lang..."
Jia Fuqing said: "What's the matter, I'm Dayuan's official, I'm sure I'll be fine."
Hongxiu frowned: "But swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and those soldiers are murderous. How do they know that you are Master Jia?"
Jia Fuqing was stunned for a moment, he himself hadn't thought of this.
All the people he brought were taken away by Lin Yuan, and he didn't know where they were now. If the soldiers from the imperial court really came, he really couldn't prove his identity, and he didn't know how to stop those soldiers.
And the Mongolian general, he can't command at all.
Jia Fuqing swallowed his saliva and comforted: "My dear, don't be afraid, I will definitely protect you."
Hongxiu fluttered in Jia Fuqing's arms, seemingly frightened. She whispered about her fears and her past, making Jia Fuqing feel so tender.
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Chen Baisong was talking to Lin Yuan about the people of Gaoyou.
Today's Gaoyou has stabilized, and the people return to their hearts. What the people want is very simple. They can eat enough and don't need to be beaten.
The merchants have also reopened, probably because too many big landlords have been killed, and the merchants have become less courageous.
Gaoyou was in harmony like never before.
Chen Bosong now not only manages the barracks, but also has more than 100 yamen under his command.
These yamen are all former soldiers. When they just learned that they were going to become yamen, they were so happy that they almost didn't know who they were.
After all, being a soldier is precarious, but being a yamen is a good job that many people can't ask for.
Perhaps Chen Bosong didn't know how to be a yamen, and he didn't know how to manage the people, but he knew how to manage the army, and the yamen below was ignorant. After he learned about it, he would go to investigate and find out the problem, and the yamen who was reported would be unlucky.
Now Chen Bosong has gained some popularity, and the people below him also obey him.
Lin Yuan leaned on the Taishi chair, holding a cup of tea, the old god said, "What are you worried about?"
Chen Bosong frowned and said, "Why didn't the young master directly call himself the king?"
Lin Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Chen Bosong: "Who asked you to ask this?"
He didn't think that Chen Bosong could think of it himself, that Chen Bosong had a brain that belonged to war, but he didn't light up other talents.
Chen Bosong didn't hide it: "It's all said outside."
Lin Yuan smiled: "Don't worry about them."
Those who want Lin Yuan to be king are actually speculators. They consciously know Lin Yuan, so they came up with this method to flatter Lin Yuan.
After all, in their eyes, the people above must be reluctant to admit their ambitions, so they have to pretend.
For example, Zhao Kuangyin, don't you want to be emperor? It's not that I have to refuse again and again, I will cry when the yellow robe is worn on my body, and I look like I am very aggrieved when you force me to be the emperor.
My heart must have blossomed with joy, and maybe I was still thinking, "You are acquainted with each other."
They felt that the same was true for Lin Yuan. The reason why he didn't become king was because he hadn't been given a ladder yet.
As long as the voice is louder, Lin Yuan will naturally become king, and they will be considered meritorious people at that time.
Lin Yuan looked at Chen Bosong and asked, "How many people are here in Gaoyou?"
After all, the city gate is still open. As long as there is no enemy attack, it will not be closed. Many people from nearby villages and towns will come to Gaoyou. Take it down.
There will never be too many people. Young and strong men can serve as soldiers, the old and the sick can serve as logistics, and women can farm and weave.
Of course, when the farming is busy, the soldiers have to roll up their trousers and go to the ground.
Otherwise, there will not be enough manpower.
The granary cellar has also been renovated a lot.
After there was no need to send grain to the imperial court, the amount of grain stored in Gaoyou and Taizhou almost shocked Lin Yuan.
After all, Taizhou has a lot of saline-alkali land, and it is expected that the grain output is not high, so Lin Yuan was still surprised when he saw the output reported to him, it was much better than he imagined.
As for Gaoyou, a land of fish and rice, not to mention.
The farmers here have been working on their crops for a lifetime.
After Lin Yuan took 50% of the tax, the grain left by the farmers was enough for them to eat for more than a year without having to tighten their stomachs.
The more food there was, the more secure Lin Yuan felt.
However, there are many new arrivals in the city. Many of these people are foreign accents, posing as businessmen or people nearby. They are not necessarily sent by the imperial court, but may also come from other forces.
It is estimated that they also contributed to the rumors about Lin Yuan becoming king.
Lin Yuan said to Chen Bosong, "Do you think it's good for me to be king?"
Chen Bosong said with indigenous thinking: "Naturally, then it will be justifiable."
Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Then what?"
Chen Bosong didn't understand: "What then?"
Lin Yuan said: "After I become king, the court will definitely not let me go, and what I have is still Taizhou and Gaoyou. There are only disadvantages and no advantages. Why should I be king?"
Chen Bosong was taken aback, as if he had just discovered this.
Lin Yuan sighed.
Chen Bosong is loyal and a natural war creature, but other than that, he looks a little stupid.
Lin Yuan said to him: "You don't have to listen to what people say outside, the rumors from outside penetrate your ears, think about it before you ask me, what kind of people are these people, they want to rely on these words What to do, who to incite? Who to believe."
Chen Baisong sat to the side, his sitting posture was very casual, his legs were spread apart, and he sat with Dama Jinge. He said, "I will listen to the young master."
Lin Yuan was helpless.
Chen Baisong said again: "Those people, do you need me to deal with them?"
Lin Yuan shook his head: "No, now we'll start to frighten the snakes and wait for a while to see what they're going to do."
It's impossible to just come here to watch the fun
Lin Yuan even felt that Fang Guozhen and Liu Futong should be among the people who came over.
Their purpose is still unknown, but when it is time to emerge, they will naturally appear in front of their eyes.
"The letter sent by Jia Fuqing has been read by Hong Xiu." Chen Bosong said, "It is written in the letter that he is about to convince you."
Lin Yuan nodded: "You tell Hongxiu to continue to drag it on."
Chen Bosong suddenly said, "Go find her in another person."
Every time he saw the red sleeve, the red sleeve would be posted.
Although he knew that Hong Xiu didn't want to do anything with him, he just habitually followed the man who appeared in front of him.
But Chen Baisong felt uncomfortable, and he didn't know why.
Lin Yuan nodded: "Okay, I'll ask the second brother to find her."
Yang Zian has a good relationship with the prostitutes, and they all like him.
In order to prevent Yang Zian from making mistakes, Lin Yuan always stopped them from contacting them.
Thinking about it now, the love between men and women is never something that can be controlled.
There was originally the crime of adultery, but it turned out that the adultery was still adultery. As long as it had something to do with the matter between men and women, it was never easy to control.
The modern era of anti-pornography has not been able to prevent it for so many years.
Besides, if Yang Zian really had something to do with one of the prostitutes, there was no way to say it from his standpoint.
After all, it is not someone forced by Yang Zian.
Lin Yuan sighed.
Fortunately, Yang Zian is the one who is popular.
If it was Jiang Gui, he really didn't know how to explain to his sister-in-law.
What a mess.