Xu Yanbing hadn't returned yet, so he still had to eat. Zhou Junchen, who survived the catastrophe, didn't dare to show off with big fish and meat, so he asked the imperial dining room to carefully prepare a vegetarian banquet. Queen Yu Rourou accompanied him and was responsible for pouring rice wine from the bottle. Zhou Junchen had already taken off his dragon robe and put on the brocade clothes of an ordinary rich and noble family. Yu Rourou was naturally a husband and wife, but even though she didn't have the phoenix coronet and Xiapei, she still took some tricks to wear the yellow aunt crown made of green and red velvet brocade , embroidered with beads and inlaid with jade, one foot high, like a goose's head with a straight neck, which made her slender and fair neck more attractive, and also had the elegance of a Jiangnan lady. As soon as Huang Man'er devoured everything, he took a powerful general from Qingcang City to resettle the residence of the westbound monks. Zhou Junchen carefully glanced at the King of Beiliang who was eating slowly, and made up his mind to eat, drink, and smile with him. Sleep well, he is a big man who has the heart but also is powerless, it is the queen and empress of Qingcang City who is good at it.
Xu Fengnian ignored Yu Rourou's winking glances, and asked Zhou Junchen to talk about the situation of the two vassal kings, Fengxiang Linyao. One, the news from his mouth is not low in credibility. Ma Liuke, the king of Fengxiang, used to be an unknown Yangzhou metalworker. His fortune was somewhat similar to that of Zhou Junchen. They both worked for other powerful forces first, but he was just an aide who gave advice. Later, the old master died in an attack. , the nominal master of Fengxiang was young and ignorant, so Ma Liuke coerced the emperor to order the princes, and accumulated a wealthy family little by little. However, Zhou Junchen said that this person had some chance with the Landa Mountain in the Western Regions, and he had harbored countless people since last year. Hundreds of monks and soldiers are extremely brave and good at fighting. According to the Beiliang spy information, Lin Yao Wang Cai Anshan, who was born in the Beiliang family, is mean and ungrateful. He is a character who shares adversity but cannot share wealth. The human Zhou Junchen was convinced, and Xu Fengnian felt that most of them were capable. As for the gang between Lin Yao and Feng Xiang, they were all horse bandits who made a living by plundering. Zuojun town has suffered a lot, and this gang of horse thieves often crossed the border to search for oil and water in the Northern Mang and Southern Dynasties. Once alarmed, Liu Gui, one of the generals of Beimang, personally led the army to suppress the bandits, and even made a special trip Instructed a fat man surnamed Dong to keep an eye on this area. After that, the horses on the border of Gusai Prefecture were reduced a lot. This lawless gang was stationed in Shike Mountain. Zhou Junchen said that the leader of the gang was a coquettish woman in prime of life. Remind Xu Fengnian not to think that this group of horse bandits can't deal with Bei Mang, he and Cai Anshan privately feel that it is just a bitter trick, but it is actually a spy placed by Bei Mang in the refugee's land, otherwise how could there be so many familiar horses
Xu Fengnian sorted out Zhou Junchen's words bit by bit, and did not find too many loopholes, so he asked: "The three old army towns plus the horse bandits total 170,000 to 80,000 criminals, and the young and middle-aged roughly account for Half of them, the mounted horses can fight and the dismounted horses can be cultivated. They are a source of soldiers that Beiliang and Beimang are very greedy. Out of a dozen people, how many are willing to be appeased and surrendered?"
Zhou Junchen hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "You risk your life to tell the truth. Don't use the hatred between the refugees and Beiliang as a last resort. As long as you don't really starve to death, you would rather be more hungry than eat Beiliang." The remnants of the charity are cold. Let’s talk about this small Qingcang City, you can guess it with your butt. Shen Congwu and his 1,600 people took this opportunity to either swagger and stand on their own, or simply ran to rely on Lin Yao Cai Anshan in the city, even if he is killed, he will not run back to Qingcang City, no matter how high the prince you make him, it is useless, when that guy was six years old, he saw the elders of the whole family being chopped down one by one head, and then was driven to this vagrant land, dreaming of how to return to Beiliang for revenge. Fengxiang Linyao also has many such middle-aged guys who are at odds with Beiliang holding military power. It’s not because the noble family of Beiliang was destroyed at the beginning, and they have no enmity with Beiliang, but because they admire the prince’s ability from the bottom of their hearts, that’s why they are willing to be cattle and horses for Beiliang without hesitation..."
Xu Fengnian put down his chopsticks, and said plainly: "If you were sitting in my position, how would you gather the refugees? No matter how difficult the matter is, you still have to do it. If you can name someone ugly, it will be a great achievement for you, Qing Cang is still in your pocket."
Zhou Junchen was about to pretend to be trembling on purpose, when Yu Rourou, who was holding the bottle, coughed slightly, Zhou Junchen quickly came back to his senses, he probably knew the habit of this young feudal lord when he told you serious things, don't be vague, compare directly Everything is strong, Zhou Junchen drank a glass of wine to strengthen his courage, and then said: "We refugees are all homeless and rootless ghosts, um, the kind of poor people who don't know where to go to the graves to worship their ancestors during the Qingming Festival. Believe that there is no place for staying here, and we are not doing long-term business here. No one has the patience to put a long line to catch big fish. We only pay attention to what you can take out of your pocket at the moment, and give money and food , that is yours from head to toe, I will work hard for you every day when you reward me with good wine and meat, except for the 'outsider' in Beiliang, who has suffered too much for so many years, The crossbowmen from the prince's family come here twice a day to kill people. We are both afraid and hate. The hatred and fear are deep in our bones. Therefore, the porridge of the refugees is easy to burn their mouths when they put their chopsticks too fast. We have to take our time. I heard that the prince led more than a thousand monks into the land of exiles. This is a skill that even my little brain can't think of. It's amazing. There are not many classics in the entire land of exiles, so Confucianism is a joke here. As for the Taoist saying that a chicken and a dog ascend to heaven, no one is interested. They can’t get enough to eat and go to practice Taoism? There are only bald donkeys, and many people are willing to believe it. Anyway, this life is just reincarnated to endure hardships. Fate, the big deal is to break the jar, what's the matter, can't you just stare at the afterlife? This person, I can see through it, as long as there is a little thought to stay, I will start to be afraid of death, and I will say that I am Zhou Junchen Little one, when I heard that the prince wants to save my life and stay in Qingcang, my mind inevitably became dizzy. When this monk came, he gave the dharma and prayed to the refugees day after day, not to mention making the refugees grateful, at least he had thoughts , I’m not so self-defeating, I don’t just think that I can kill one soldier from Beiliang in this life, and I’ll pay back my capital. Killing two is a profit. But, Zhou Junchen secretly thought, it’s not enough just to have a monk come up with an idea for us. It’s very useful, it’s worth getting something real, especially something that can fill your stomach. Our Qingcang City used to be the Dragon King’s Mansion, and we really didn’t have the money to attract people’s hearts. But with the support of the prince’s Beiliang, it’s not too much, as long as every day If you can place a dozen cauldrons at the gates of the three cities, I don’t believe that no one will take the bait. If no one comes in a day, there must be one in ten days and a half a month, right? As long as someone takes the lead, it won’t stop the refugees from flocking By the way... everyone may have a bit of backbone, but it is also divided into seriousness, some people are more serious, and there are many people who want to be more serious than their lives, but more people are still light... "
Yu Rourou timidly lowered her eyebrows and softly interrupted Zhou Junchen: "If no one dares to come, you can let the frail Qingcang soldiers pretend to be refugees."
Zhou Junchen stared and said, "Shut up, lady!"
Xu Fengnian waved his hand, noncommittal to Yu Rourou's strategy, and signaled Zhou Junchen to continue. The latter, who was full of bad water, drank his throat this time, his face was flushed, and he was obviously getting better. Refugees will definitely not be able to fight, they can hide, go to the Western Regions to hide, or even go to Beimang to hide, if the birds and beasts scatter, they will miss the prince's long-term plan. Keeping the rules... Oh no, the old man Murong once said that the refugees Sandwiched between Liang Mang, gains and losses are calculated according to double shares. It can be seen that it is of great use to the prince. If the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry is really in a hurry, someone must vote for the Northern Mang and Southern Dynasties in a fit of anger. I heard that the Southern Dynasty is in Xijing In the temple, there are indeed big figures who want to take refugees for their own use. However, many policies to calm the people are just a lot of thunder and rain, and they are presumably blocked by Xijing's internal forces. I am afraid that Beimang will be uneasy and kind, once he gets on the thief ship of the Southern Dynasty, he will drive himself to fight against the iron cavalry of Beiliang, who is the best under heaven. The ability to harm oneself, this group of people took refuge in the two surnamed domestic slaves of Beimang, they all have the experience accumulated by their ancestors for hundreds of thousands of years, and the history books are not tirelessly passing on to the younger generations of scholars How to kill without blood?"
Xu Fengnian looked at him with admiration, and said with a pleasant smile, "Don't be emotional, just talk about serious things."
Those who are less favored have already said that it is the great kindness of the prince to give the hat of an official who is already an official, to give a bite of food to the hungry, and to remove the charges from the body of the guilty. Going out in person like today, the little prince is enough to bring thousands of dragon and elephant iron cavalry. The little prince has already made a great reputation. He is an invincible general who kills the elite soldiers of Beimang like harvesting rice. With the prince's kindness before him, the little prince The prince's cavalry rode behind him, the refugees with hard bones, but not so hard, so they went along with the flow. Anyway, it's not shameful to lose to such a hero, isn't it? Those who remain stubborn, if they want to die, they should die. The 300,000 cavalry from Beiliang handed over from the old prince to the prince, who will be killed? "
Yu Rourou raised her eyebrows quietly, she was carefully scrutinizing the face of the young feudal lord all the time, it seemed that her husband's "nonsense" could not only keep the position of Lord Qing Cang, but at worst it didn't make things worse The situation is sinking.
Xu Fengnian smiled, "You seem to coincide with someone's strategy of governing the refugees, and you have five or six percent of his skills. But he has never been to a refugee's land, unlike you."
Zhou Junchen bent down subconsciously even when he was sitting, and said flatteringly: "The little ones are all nonsense, I dare not compare with the high-level people around the prince, if there are ten or two similarities, they are all stepping on dog shit."
Xu Fengnian stood up, and Zhou Junchen quickly followed suit.
Xu Fengnian said: "Zhou Junchen, I'll give you two choices, either stay in Qingcang City to help that man, or go to Lingzhou to be a poor county sheriff. But I think it's safe for you to choose the latter, as far as your backbone is concerned. , when faced with a life-and-death choice in the future, it is 100% necessary to be a traitor in Beiliang. At that time, I will definitely want you to die. For a person like you, as a peace officer, you can barely be regarded as a capable official. Beiliang lacks officials, but you don’t want to What kind of honest official with a corpse and a vegetarian meal, I don’t mind if you return to greed when the time comes, but please remember not to delay doing things for the people in Beiliang. What's more, the really valuable ones can't be brought into the coffin, and the rich family property is placed there. If you really want to use this as an argument, the military strength on the border of Beiliang can go up to a higher level, but the Xu family is not exhausted yet. Just one step."
Zhou Junchen and Yu Rourou who knelt down to thank each other looked at each other, and they both saw some fear from the bottom of their hearts in each other's eyes.
Xu Fengnian said calmly: "Get up, you probably can stay in Qingcang for a month or so."
Zhou Junchen and Yu Rourou got up and stood side by side. Xu Fengnian suddenly smiled at Yu Rourou and said, "I gave Zhou Junchen a sheriff, but I don't have anything to give you. Your affairs are written in the Beiliang spy reports. At least as long as you don't want to, then No one will let you take off your clothes in the future. If so, Zhou Junchen shamelessly agreed, I will stop you when you come to Qingliang Mountain."
After Xu Fengnian left, a loud slap came from behind him, followed by a burst of wailing, some by Yu Rourou and some by Zhou Junchen.
Xu Fengnian went straight out of the north gate of the Dragon King's Mansion, which meant he was out of the city. There was a small lake in the north of the city, the water was only knee-high. He squatted on the ground by the lake, grabbed a handful of sand, and threw it into the lake lightly, dazed.
In fact, according to Chen Xiliang's original plan, the first thing to do to establish his prestige is to use 20,000 cavalry to wash Qingcang City with blood, killing the surrounding area of Qingcang without any grass, and then talk about the matter of grace.
The monks and soldiers of Ma Liuke were actually a deal between Xu Fengnian and the Six-Jeweled Bodhisattva from Mount Landa. Of course, Ma Liuke didn't know the inside story. If the Dharma King of the Esoteric Buddhism wanted to be the master of Mount Nalanda, he had to follow Bei, who held an iron horse. The Liang Xu family teamed up, and Xu Fengnian used this to control the vast area of the Western Regions. Of course, there is still an urgent need to solve the urgent need, that is, to form a military posture to restrain hundreds of thousands of refugees from east to west, and then send tens of thousands of light cavalry to stare at the north and south borders to stop the tens of thousands of refugees. Fleeing around, in fact, the refugees in this big pocket will either surrender or die. The Northern Mang and Southern Dynasties deliberately spread rumors that Xu Xiao wanted the refugees to be buried with him in his last words before his death. Before Li Yishan died, he left a brief and concise kit, and Chen Xiliang's vicious strategy coincided with it.
However, Xu Fengnian knew that Master felt guilty for these refugees who were displaced because of him, but he never put it into words, but put it into writing.
The ashes of the master who died without a grave were scattered on the border.
There is support for life, support for old age, and burial for death.
These are the three blessings of life that the haggard man said.
The tens of thousands of refugees who have been displaced on this soil do not seem to be able to enjoy the same.
Li Yishan, who wrote the 20-year history of the exiles "Zhiqiulu", called himself Water Margin Ghost in his later years.
Water Margin, also in the wild.
Waterside ghosts.
Maybe it's because in Master's opinion, he is different from Zhao Changling, the son of the family who brought thousands of servants to join the Xu family, and Chun Qiuyang, who is determined to bring peace to the world. He, Li Yishan, has never entered a temple. , He has never kneeled before anyone, in the final analysis, like these homeless refugees with no grave to worship, he has always only listened to the wandering spirits by Chaohu Lake and the wild ghosts on Qingliang Mountain.
Xu Fengnian leaned back and closed his eyes. Lying on the yellow sand, hands resting under the back of the head.
After eating Zilei from Master Liuhao, he ate the steamed stuffed bun from Master Qilin Yuan Qingshan.
Somewhat full.