The people in the granary divided the grain and chopped off their heads. The people were not only happy but also frightened. Only then did they really understand what it means to keep their promises. Fang Jie used grain and a knife to explain the truth to them. You have no other requirements, just listen to me.
Those who were beheaded were treated differently. Fang Xie, the soldiers who fought to the end, ordered a generous burial, and then distributed a very generous pension to each family. While this is unlikely to appease the grief and anger of the families of the deceased, it is the way it should be done. As for the corpses of those rascals, they were all taken outside the city to find a ravine and thrown away, and let the wild beasts share their food.
When Fang Xie breaks through the city next time, perhaps no one will think that breaking the city is a chance to make a fortune.
"General!"
On Fang Jie's way back to the City Lord's Mansion, Nie Xiaoju walked over quickly, "Fu Zhengnan left, only bringing his family with him. He left the city just after dawn."
He handed the things in his hands to Fang Jie: "There are two letters left."
Fang Jie took the envelope and looked at it. The first envelope was for him, but the second envelope said it was for Fengping City Lord Zhu Chengtian.
Fang Jie opened the envelope and looked at it, then couldn't help smiling.
The letter to him said nothing, not even a thank you. To the effect that Fu Zhengnan himself felt very strange why he didn't feel any resentment after losing to Fang Jie. He told Fang Jie that there were a group of foreigners in Dali City with a lot of firearms, and in order to deal with him, Murong Hui recruited a large number of quacks, including many great practitioners. He said that although he didn't have a good impression of Fang Jie, he felt that it was a pity that someone like Fang Jie died, so he warned him to be more careful. Murong shame is vicious and cunning, it's better not to take it lightly.
He mentioned that the letter to Zhu Bingtian was to persuade Zhu Bingtian. He and Zhu Chengtian are not close friends, but they still have some friendship. He hopes that if Zhu Chengtian surrenders, Fang Jie can also give Zhu Chengtian and his family a good home.
Fang Jie looked at the letter to Zhu Bingtian, but did not open it.
"Is Dugu Wenxiu coming soon?"
He asked suddenly.
Nie Xiaoju thought for a while and said: "Yesterday I asked the people from the Xiao Xiao Riding School that Dugu should have arrived in Yongzhou, and he will be able to catch up with the army in six or seven days at most."
Fang Jie hummed: "I can't wait for him, go and ask the Chinese military officer, if anyone can imitate other people's handwriting, come and see me. In addition, order the Flying Leopard Army, Flying Lion Army and Qin Yuan's infantry to withdraw. Out of the city, only Chen Dingnan's troops were left in the city. The retreated troops still put on a siege posture, blocking the surrounding roads, and no one is allowed to go in the direction of Fengping."
Nie Xiaoju was puzzled: "What is the reason for this, General?"
"Liar."
Fang Jie dropped two words, and then went back to the City Lord's Mansion to rest. According to his instructions, the Black Banner Army brigade, which had only been in the city for less than a day, withdrew from the city again, and continued to line up in the north of the city, as if they were about to attack the city at any time. He went back to sleep for half a day, got up and had a bath with Mu Xiaoyao, and ate something. The civil servants that Nie Xiaoju had brought were already waiting outside, there were more than a dozen of them.
Fang Jie took out the letter that Fu Zhengnan had left for him, and let those civil servants read it again: "Imitate Fu Zhengnan's handwriting and write it out. If you don't like it once, write it several times. Whoever thinks it is already very similar, please bring it to me." I read."
Those civil servants didn't know what the general was going to do, but they did it right away, and no one dared to ask random questions. For a moment, more than a dozen people were sitting in the room, holding pens and rustling writing. It took a full half an hour before someone got up with a copied letter and handed it to Fang Xie. Fang Xie looked at it carefully and shook his head slightly, indicating that the person could leave.
"General, I think this person has already imitated him very much?"
Qilin standing beside him asked in a low voice.
"It's very similar, but it's just a quick look. There are still subtle differences between the strokes. Where does this person work?"
"In the supply camp, it's the accountant."
"Too eager to express myself."
Fang Jie shook his head: "This person cannot be reused, write down his name, and remind me when employing people in the future. He was the first to get up and show it to me, not because of self-confidence, but because he was afraid that he would fall behind others. …”
Fang Jie pointed, and there was a typo in the copied letter. It was obviously in a hurry, and he didn't even check it out by himself.
"Eager for quick success, afraid of falling behind. This person's personality is not even suitable for account management. Later, arrange him to work under Wei Xiting, and let Wei Xiting find an errand for him."
Qilin couldn't help being stunned for a moment, thinking why couldn't he see so many things? But after thinking about it, what the general said is indeed reasonable. This person should be eager to express himself, afraid that others will be the first to hand in and steal the limelight. A person with such a personality is really not suitable to be an accountant in the supply camp.
After another half an hour, people handed in imitated letters one after another. Fang Jiezai looked carefully for a while, and chose three of them who imitated the most to stay.
"Re-prepare the paper, pen and ink, and use the things in Fu Zhengnan's study."
When the three of them were ready, Fang Xie ordered, "Let me tell you to write. Don't miss a single word. You don't have to deliberately pursue neat strokes. It's better to be a little rushed and messy."
Then he started talking, and those three guys started writing, and everyone was nervous.
After hearing that Qilin and the others finally understood what the general was going to do, they couldn't help but praise from their hearts. After those three people wrote it several times, Fang Jie picked out the most similar one, folded it without putting it in an envelope, and handed it to Chen Xiaoru: "Send someone who can do it, and put it in the clothes of Fu Zhengnan's personal soldiers." For livery and clothing, choose a horse from Fu Zhengnan's defeated army and drive to Fengping, and hand the letter to Zhu Chengtian. Keep the letter close to your body, and rush over as soon as possible. Don't worry about whether the letter is wet with sweat. good."
"Here."
Chen Xiaoru responded, and quickly ordered people to do it.
"Go and invite all the Xiaoqi schools that were hiding in Qingyuan City before. I want to treat them to a drink. Yesterday I asked you where they all live?"
"Ask everything clearly!"
"Send someone to send one thousand taels of silver to each household, ten bolts of brocade, and one hundred acres of land for each household. The things will be delivered directly to their homes."
Fang Jie said lightly: "If you have meritorious service, you should be rewarded, and you should be rewarded heavily."
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Yangtze
Changfeng Town Ferry
The carriage stopped a few hundred meters away from the ferry, and the old man who drove the carriage jumped down, pulled up the bamboo hat he was wearing, and looked towards the ferry. Perhaps because of the war, there were very few people at the ferry. There was a row of ferry boats docked by the river waiting to do their work. It looked very orderly. After the first boat left the shore, the second boat would pass by and stop at the trestle bridge. side, while the boat returning from the south bank consciously lined up last.
There was no snatching of passengers, and on the idle ferry, several fishermen got together to chat.
On the other side of the trestle bridge, a large group of people seemed to be waiting to cross the river, bargaining with the boatman. It looks like a famous family, with a family of a hundred people. There are no official boats at the ferry, only small boats. These people need at least four or five boats to cross the river. Because of the fierce battle between the imperial army and Luo Tu's rebels, after Luo Tu retreated, he brought all the large ships along the coast to the south of the Yangtze River, and the official ferry boats were probably taken away.
But even if the war is still going on, the people along the coast still have to eat, so the ferrymen are still doing their jobs.
In a chaotic world, order can be so good, it's really impressive.
"The carriage will stay in the north of the river. There is no big boat. We can't cross the river directly. We have to charter a boat to go upstream until the intersection of the Yellow Niu River and the Yangtze River. I don't know if anyone is willing to take such a long journey."
The old man said to the carriage.
A very beautiful hand stretched out from the carriage, with slender and fair fingers, and a jade plaque in the palm.
"This is the only thing I brought out. It should be worth a lot of silver. If it is exchanged, it will be enough for a family for ten years. It should be enough."
The one who spoke was Yang Qinyan, the eldest princess of the Sui Dynasty.
The old man was Xi Yanqing, the teacher of Yanwu Academy, and he looked at the jade plaque: "Gold in troubled times, rare in prosperous times, boatmen don't know what to buy."
He asked: "Boy surnamed Xie, I don't believe you don't have any money with you."
The young man in the carriage with his head down reading a book smiled, and handed out the package beside him: "I am from the Xie family, and I am short of everything except money. The silver in this bag is enough to buy all the ferries at this ferry crossing." Come down, if you like, you can hire one for us to ride, and ten more to accompany you.”
"Show off?"
Yan Qing glanced at the carriage, and took the package over politely, with a very heavy hand, obviously a lot of it.
He walked towards the ferry, and before he had time to ask if anyone was willing to take on a big job, he saw a young man riding an old scalper coming this way in the distance. This young man was dark and ugly, with hands There was a bamboo pole in the bag, and a large piece of fresh meat was hanging on the bamboo pole.
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on the boat
The faces of the few people sitting there were not good-looking.
Yang Qinyan looked at them, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
The white-eyed young woman sat closest to her, she seemed to be the calmest among the others, but Yang Qinyan could see clearly that the white-eyed young woman's hands were trembling slightly. Those were a pair of hands that could smash down a solid stone bridge. Yang Qinyan did not doubt the power of these hands at all, because she had witnessed it with her own eyes.
The old man Yan Qing sitting opposite did not tremble, but his face was as white as paper. He has a habit of keeping his left hand in his cuff all the time. That's because there is a buckskin pouch in his left cuff, and all hidden weapons come from here. Now the buckskin was lying at his feet, deflated and empty.
The handsome young scholar wrapped his right hand with a handkerchief, blood seeped from under the handkerchief, and his tiger's jaw was split. There was his sword at his feet, but it was only half the original length, and the upper half of the sword went to nowhere. At this time, the remaining broken sword seemed so helpless. Yang Qinyan remembered that the long sword was like a dragon chant I remember the big tree that was cut off by the person who flicked the sword, but now it is the sword that is broken.
Three people, against a boy riding a bull.
lost
"Thanks!"
The white-eyed young woman glanced at the village girl who was punting the boat, and said thank you solemnly.
"It's no use thanking me. If that boy on the bull really wanted to kill someone, I wouldn't be able to stop him even if I shot. My cultivation base is no better than yours, so even if I make a sudden shot that surprises him, even if the four of you and I join forces, we may not be able to stop him." Can stop it. He didn't try his best, and you should be able to see it."
"I seem to have seen you before."
The young scholar looked at the village girl and said, "In Fang Jie's shop?"
"yes."
The village girl nodded.
Her name is Du Hongxian
She is Su Tugou's wife.
She has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for several years. Since Prince Yi rebelled, she left Chang'an and stayed on the banks of the Yangtze River. The reason why those ferry boats are so orderly is because she is there. Back then, the old dean Wan Xingchen pierced Luo Yao's golden body with a sword 700 miles up the Yangtze River and died, she was the one who buried the old dean.
"Why doesn't he want to do it?"
The white-eyed young woman murmured.
Yang Qinyan's heart tightened, and she suddenly thought of the look the boy riding the bull gave her when he left. Those eyes were complicated, but the faint kindness in them that she couldn't understand was so clear. It's like an elder looking at his own child, it's hard to understand.
river bank
Iron Armored General glanced at Puhu who had some injuries on his shoulder: "You lost?"
Pu Hu shook his head: "I didn't lose, but I didn't win either."
General Tiejia was silent for a while and then nodded: "Let's go, a girl, nothing serious. As I said, I have to leave someone for the Yang family."