Harenza and Wuliba have been fighting each other for many years and are always at the disadvantage.
Now with the help of his staff, he is even more powerful, and there are faint signs of replacing Wu Liba as a wise man.
Speaking of the staff, Harenza's lips curled into a smug look.
He hates literati, but he also knows that if Northern Xinjiang wants to be strong, the brains of those literati are indispensable.
Coincidentally, among the slaves he bought, there was a scholar from a poor family, and he was also a talented person with the talent of the world!
Harenza rescued the other, not only helping him get rid of his slave status, but even reusing the person for him to live in luxury.
There is a saying in the Central Plains that the scholar died for the confidant!
Harenza felt that his life-saving grace to his staff was enough for the other party to work hard for him.
Sure enough, that aide also had the deadpan temperament of Confucian literati, and was dedicated to repaying Harencha's life-saving grace.
Since he had the guidance of his staff, Harenza quickly recruited his own power group in the DPRK, and the scenery is infinite.
In order to consolidate their own power, the staff also offered a magic formula—
Cold food!
Cold Food Powder is a panacea highly respected by the Central Plains nobility, and many scholars like to take it in Yaji to inspire their own inspiration. After taking the medicine, the mind will be smooth, like divine help, and it has the miraculous effect of prolonging life and replenishing Yuanyang!
Harenza had some doubts at first, and after careful investigation, he confirmed that the staff had not lied.
Cold Food Powder is indeed a good thing, only the wealthy and wealthy nobles are eligible to take it.
Harenza ate this Amway.
However, good things can't be enjoyed by one person alone. He first thought of the King of Northern Xinjiang.
After offering the cold food powder prescription, Harencha was even more trusted by the king of northern Xinjiang.
"Mr.'s clever calculation, and sure enough, the guess is not bad."
Halenza learned to bow and salute the scholars of the Central Plains, but unfortunately his movements were irregular and looked a bit funny.
The staff said, "Congratulations, lord, it is finally over."
Harenza laughed, and he said, "If it wasn't for the help of Mr. Harenza, how could Harenza be today?"
After bragging about each other's business, Harenza rubbed his hands together and asked his staff.
"Sir, what should I do next? That old man in Wulipa is not easy to deal with. I'm afraid he will make a comeback."
The hundred-footed worm is dead but not stiff, and Wulipa is also a famous northern wise man.
"Master, don't panic." The staff sneered, "Then Wu Liba won't be able to jump around for too long."
Harentza was relieved.
The two conspired again, and Harenza left the staff's tent contentedly.
After Harenza left, the well-dressed aide turned cold, and stood in the tent and lowered his eyes in deep thought.
The staff snorted softly, "Okay, Wei Zixiao... What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?"
At the same time, Wei Ci hurriedly rushed to Chongzhou after changing a few fast horses.
Feng Zhen snorted coldly and said, "Wei Zixiao, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"
Wei Ci said, "A panacea."
Feng Zhen was choked for a moment.
Qi Guanrang frowned, "Is there any other arrangement for Zixiao?"
They plan to let the merchants evacuate the northern Xinjiang, stop buying wool and rabbits, and let the northern Xinjiang become a mess.
If the rabbits and sheep in the hands of the herdsmen cannot be sold, it will inevitably lead to civil unrest.
Even if it can't shake the royal court in the northern border, it can make the tribes in the northern border separate from each other.
Unexpectedly, Wei Ci said no, and he would continue to acquire.
"Naturally." Wei Ci said in a stunned voice, "The King of Northern Xinjiang will not live long."
Everyone in the tent widened their eyes in shock and looked at Wei Ci.
"When did you get the information?"
Wei Ci said, "There is no information."
Feng Zhen pressed his beating brows, and said angrily, "Just finish the sentence at one time, don't say a word and leave a sentence."
Wei Ci glanced at Feng Zhen meaningfully, and saw that the other party was inexplicable.
"The King of Northern Xinjiang is addicted to Hanshi Powder, and he has no restraint in taking it... His body is already strong from the outside, and he can't live for long."
Cold food
Hearing these three words, Feng Zhen shivered subconsciously.
No way, the experience of being forced to quit by Jiang Pengji back then was too profound, and occasionally I would wake up from a dream in the middle of the night.
"Are you sure?"
Wei Ci said, "It's absolutely true."
Feng Zhen's head jumped, "Wait—could it be... What are you guys calculating?"
Wei Ci said, "It's nothing."
After speaking, he refused to continue speaking, so angry that Feng Zhen and Qi Guanrang wanted to hit him.
Jiang Pengji, who was sitting at the top, laughed and said, "Zixiao, you don't want to tease him, lest he pick up his son."
Wei Ci nodded slightly, but instead of answering directly, he mentioned another matter, "Ci was in Shangjing to supervise the construction of the prefecture, and there was a person visiting in the night. This man was a slave, or an elderly fugitive slave. He said to Ci, He wants to go to the lord's account and serve her... "
Feng Zhen said in surprise, "An old fugitive slave? Still recommending himself? Could it be that this person has some background?"
"This person does have a history. He is Sun Wen of Zhongzhao, and his words are full of words."
"Sun Zaidao? This... I've never heard of it."
Wei Ci said, "Naturally you haven't heard of it, because this person is in his forties and is not well-known yet."
Although he was not famous, Wei Ci knew very well how tricky and ruthless Sun Zaidao was.
A late bloomer, at the age of forty-eight, he entered the imperial court under the Nie Clan.
If the Nie Clan could expand rapidly in the early stage, it all depended on the genius of the Nie Clan who died early, and in the later stage, it was Sun Wen.
Feng Zhen was surprised when he heard that Sun Wen was still in his forties, but he didn't show it on his face.
"If this Sun Zaidao is incompetent, Zixiao wouldn't mention him deliberately, right?"
Wei Ci nodded, "This person is a late bloomer, although he is old, but in terms of strategic ability, Ci is not as good as himself."
He is better at internal politics and weaker in strategy, but Sun Wen is the exact opposite.
"In this way, he is a great talent. How could he become a fugitive slave
Wei Ci said, "It's a long story. Sun Wenwen is a junior official in Zhongzhao, and logically he won't offend any big man. But he has a smart son, who is sharp but doesn't know how to restrain himself. At an elegant gathering, Sun Wen's son accidentally offended the Nie family in Bianzhou, and was convicted for his words. Sun Wen's son was beaten and crippled. He caught a cold and died on the way to distribution. Sun Wen's old wife died of heartbreak, and his daughter-in-law also... Sun Wen tried to survive. , can only take the opportunity to escape with the young grandson, tossing around begging, and living in Dongqing..."
Wei Ci couldn't have imagined that Sun Wen, who was known as Nie's Yizhi back then, would have a bleak night scene.
Even in his previous life, when Sun Wen was defeated, he would burn incense and bathe carefully, put on new clothes, and slaughter himself with a smile.
Wei Ci had seen Sun Wen's body, but he couldn't connect the Sun Wen in his memory with the embarrassed old man he saw.
"This, this is also a miserable situation..." Feng Zhen sighed, "But what does this Sun Wen have to do with you disagreeing with the evacuation of the merchants?"
Wei Ci said, "Sun Wen issued a military order and voluntarily hid in the northern Xinjiang. Now he has sneaked into the side of the important minister of the northern Xinjiang, Halencha, and has won the trust of the other party. He has become an aide. Han Shisan, that was Sun Wenwen."