I don't have any ambitions to reach the clouds. I just want to live my own life.
"One winter rain and another cold!" Zhou Xing, who was lying on the sofa and drinking hot tea in the Bodaoting Marquis Mansion, whispered leisurely while looking at the patter of winter rain outside.
And in the CD hundreds of miles away, Jordan's mood was like the gloomy sky, and his face was so stern that it seemed like water was dripping from his face.
Before this, he was in a very good mood. The troops recruited from various counties in Yizhou have arrived one after another in the past few days. Hanjia County sent 15,000 people, Yueshen County sent 20,000 people, Jianwei County sent 10,000 people, and Wenshan County sent 15,000 people. Ten thousand people were sent, and other people from Jiangyang Zanggao Zhuti also sent some people, totaling ten thousand people. What made him even more happy was that Li Yi, the Nanyi captain in Ningzhou, also sent five thousand brave and fighting Yi people to help out. These 70,000 troops, plus CD's original manpower, amounted to nearly 100,000 people. In Jordan's view, such a strong military force could even bulldoze the refugees on the opposite side.
These days, Luo Shang appointed him as the supervisor of the army, fully responsible for coordinating the armies recruited from various places. Although the weather was unfavorable, a winter rain fell continuously for several days, forcing him to postpone his attack on the refugee camp opposite Pishui River. But these days, he couldn't stop for a moment.
He had already visited the refugee camp on the Pishui side. The camp was surrounded by fences made of huge trees that were two to three feet high. There were watchtowers and arrow towers built on top, and below there was a circle of logs with sharpened front ends about ten feet long and thrust outwards. . Further outside, surrounding the camp was the first trench that was several feet deep and two feet wide. Although he was not able to get close to the camp to see it, he knew that the bottom of the trench would be filled with spikes. About ten meters away, there was another similar trench.
In order to capture this refugee camp, Jordan needed to prepare wooden rafts that could span the trench, otherwise the two narrow paths left by the opponent would be death passages. It is necessary to prepare a ladder that is three feet high and has people hidden underneath it in order to cross the other side's fence. You need to make a charging car to hit the opponent's camp gate or even the fence. He even collected a large amount of kerosene, planning to set fire to the wooden fence of the opponent's camp if the attack failed.
Huangfu Yong, the king of Hejian, sent General Ya Bo and 10,000 elite troops to Shu. After Li Xiang learned the news, he led the main force of refugees north to Zitong to resist. The one who stayed here was his younger brother Li Yang. Jordan is convinced that with the current strength of CD, under siege from all sides, they can break through the refugee camp here within one day.
Originally, everything was ready, just waiting for the day to clear up, but last night, Jiang Fa, the guard sent by the Nanyi captain, came to the door. It turned out that when they came from Ningzhou, the temperature there was still as warm as spring, but when they came here after the rain, the temperature immediately dropped a lot. The monks were fine, but the Yi people who were not monks could no longer bear the cold here and clamored to return to Ningzhou.
Jordan was shocked at the time and said, hadn't I asked the treasury steward to distribute winter clothes a long time ago? Why can't you guys stand it?
Jiang Fa sneered and said, the treasury asked us to continue waiting because of the shortage of winter clothes, saying that they would send them to me when there are winter clothes in the warehouse. He also said that the other armies had received winter clothes, but the people from Ningzhou who had come all the way had not received them. In this case, it is not because we are disloyal to the king, but when we encounter this kind of treatment, even a righteous man will feel chilled.
It turned out that the steward of the treasury was named Ning, and his only name was a military character. He was originally just a ninth-grade monk from Nanzheng, Liangzhou. When Luo Shang entered Shu from Liangzhou, he followed Luo Shang with his family. He has a daughter who is twenty-eight years old and very pretty. On the way from Liangzhou to Yizhou, he happened to meet Luo Meng, the son of Luo Shang. Luo Meng admired her beauty in his heart, so he asked someone to find Ning Jun and said that he wanted to take this girl as his concubine. Ning Jun coveted the power of the Luo family and gave his daughter to Luo Meng that day. After Luo Shang arrived in Yizhou, the fat job in charge of the state government's treasury fell into the hands of Ning Jun.
As for Ning Jun, I don’t care who you are. Whoever gives me more benefits, who is close to me, I give priority to whom I give things, and who I give good things to first. Whoever gives me less benefit, or whoever gives me no benefit, then I'm sorry, just wait. Anyway, it’s all the state’s stuff, so it’s not given to anyone.
In Ning Jun's eyes, there were only two people who didn't know what was good or bad.
One is Jiang Fa from the remote Ningzhou, and the other is Qin Si, the Yamen general.
Although Jiang Fa is from Ningzhou, he is actually very clear about these doorways. But he said in his heart that I came all the way from the warm spring-like Ningzhou to CD to help you, and you should be grateful to me. Why should I, a dignified fifth-grade monk, give you the benefit of a small ninth-grade monk? If someone else hadn't stopped him that day, Jiang Fa would have beaten up this snobbish Ning Jun in the morning.
Since then, Jiang Fa couldn't even see Ning Jun's face. Ning Junxin said that I can't afford to offend you, and I can't even hide from you. As long as I am in the position of Treasury Manager, you will always ask for help from me. When the time comes, I will reckon with you the shame of humiliating me that day.
As for the other Qin Si who does not know good or bad in Ning Jun's eyes, he is even more of a fool in Ning Jun's eyes.
When he was in Liangzhou, Qin Si was Luo Shang's Yamen Jiang. He was a dignified fourth-grade monk with extremely profound body training methods. According to many people, Qin Si should be the person with the highest martial arts skills under Luo Shang. Ordinarily, with his cultivation and his diligent work style, he should have been promoted long ago. But after so many years, he has been Luo Shang's general. Back then, Ning Jun had served as an errand under Qin Si. He was discovered by Qin Si for cheating and cheating, and was beaten with fifty military sticks on the spot and expelled from the military camp.
To say how much Ning Jun hated Qin Si, it wasn't much. But every time he saw his former boss being controlled by him, Ning Jun couldn't help but feel so beautiful.
This idiot Qin has always acted impartially, never favored selfish interests, and never used backdoors. He is incompatible with all his colleagues, and he will not give gifts to his former subordinates to make him smile. The more he behaves like this, the more Ning Jun wants him to smile in front of him.
Ning Jun had no intention of accepting the gift from Qin Da Fool. He knew in his heart that this man would probably never give gifts to others in his life. He just wanted this selfless fool Qin to smile in front of him and be satisfied.
No matter how high you practice, it can't compare to the power I have in my hands!
So, when all the armies in CD had already received winter clothes, in the freezing cold wind and rain, only the two troops of Jiang Fa and Qin Si did not receive winter clothes.
Qin Si has a stubborn temper and thinks that I don't believe in this evil. If you are not worthy of being issued winter clothes before the day of the general attack, if Luo Shijun sees this situation in front of the battle, it depends on how you, Ning Jun, explain it.
But Jiang Fa, an ally, couldn't bear it.
I came all the way here, not to be angry! Not here to endure hunger and cold!
If you, Yizhou, don’t give me an explanation, I will immediately lead my people back to Ningzhou!
The many days of rain finally ended and the weather became sunny again. The winter sunshine passed through the still thick clouds, shining on the fertile Yizhou Plain, and on Jordan's handsome face as he rode a majestic red horse. He was seen wearing a pair of rune armor made of fine iron mixed with mithril, a golden beast-faced belt tied around his waist, two blue-eyed cloud-swallowing beasts on his shoulders, and a pair of look-looking deerskin boots. There is a long sword on the waist and a hard bow on the back. The carved black lacquer quills on both sides of the horse are full of beautiful white feather arrows. Jordan, dressed in military uniform, looked even more heroic under the sunlight. Just looking at the tens of thousands of troops lined up in the black mass in front of him, Jordan felt worried in his heart.
The day before yesterday, he personally went to the state treasury to arrest and interrogate all Ning Jun and the relevant personnel of the treasury. After that, he went to Luo Shang and asked Luo Shang to kill Ning Jun, who was practicing favoritism and bending the law, before the war. There, he happened to meet his uncle Romon.
Luo Meng naturally came to plead for Ning Jun. Not only because of Ning Jun's daughter Ning Xiner, but also because every time something happened to Luo Meng, Ning Jun would come over immediately to help him deal with it, as if he was his own slave. Especially since Luo Meng's mother was ill last time and it was difficult to move even for meals and outings. Ning Jun's daughter Ning Xiner was always around her day and night, which moved Luo Meng so much that he even had the idea of straightening Ning Xiner up after his wife passed away one day in the future.
It was precisely because of this period that Luo Shang just asked Jordan to reissue Jiang Fa and Qin Si's winter clothes immediately, and asked him to comfort them with kind words. As for Ning Jun, Luo Shang just asked people to detain him first, saying that he would deal with it after the war.
Thinking of this, Jordan glanced at Jiang Fa, who was riding a black horse not far away, and saw that he looked listless, without any trace of nervousness or excitement before the battle.
For the first time, Jordan had doubts about Luo Shang. Not only that, he also felt a sting and chill as if he had been betrayed.
He even had doubts about what he had done in this period.
He suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Zhou Xing in Bodao.
"As for this mine field thing," there is nothing new under the sun. As a history buff who has seen thousands of years of history, Zhou Xing is really not optimistic about things like Ida. In the history of his world, Ida never recovered from its collapse. Collective land will still have to be contracted by individuals in the future. "In principle, I am optimistic about the success."
Thinking about nationalizing the land did make a historical period in his world a highlight period for a period of time. Although it later collapsed, it did have a positive effect. As an otaku, he has read various comments, some praising this kind of collective land ownership, some criticizing it, and they all seem to make sense. At that time, Zhou Xing considered the words and said slowly: "But there is a question I want to ask you, Brother Qiao, that is, how do you deal with the problem of using power for personal gain? How do you deal with the problem of big pot rice? These well fields belong to the state and county anyway, not to you. Yes, how can we not destroy the spiritual fields? How can we produce more spiritual grains while maintaining the spiritual fields well?"
"Severe punishment is enough!"
Qiao Zhen remembered that it was so natural when he said this. He remembered that Zhou Xing laughed a few times and then said something he didn't understand.
"As a referee and an athlete, there is nothing I can do."
referee?
athlete?
He had never heard these two words before. When he asked again, Zhou Xing seemed to realize that he had made a mistake and deliberately changed the topic. But now, he vaguely seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence.
Luo Shang is both a referee and an athlete.
If he says Ning Jun is guilty, Ning Jun is guilty; if he says no, Ning Jun is not guilty.
Ning Jun didn't listen to anyone, he just listened to the Luo family's father and son.
If the well fields in prefectures and counties are like this in the future, and are managed by people like Ning Jun, what will be the consequences?
Every time he thought of this, Jordan's originally passionate heart felt as if it had been dug out and placed in the cold wind for thirty-nine days, and instantly frozen into a block of ice.
Although Jordan reads a lot, he is not a bookworm, nor is he a nerd who doesn't understand the world. He knew in his heart that people like Ning Jun were the majority and very common. A small winter coat caused such a problem. And after such a problem occurred, Ning Jun seemed to be able to escape punishment.
"Brother Qiao, the well-field system you and Luo Shijun have established is a good starting point. But it's like someone who wants to cross the river but doesn't have a boat. You happen to have a boat, so you take him a ride. But halfway through, if the boat capsizes , do you think you helped him? Or harmed him?"
Just when he was thinking wildly, a sudden blast of horns pulled him back from his thoughts. Only then did he realize that at some point, Luo Shang, the supreme commander on the battlefield, the governor of Yizhou and the general of Pingxi, had finished speaking before the war. Following the deep sound of a row of unknown horns that were several feet long on the battlefield, Jordan saw the two rows of people standing at the front of the battle formation begin to move.
There was no charge, just walking step by step in the direction of the opponent's camp.
Huang Ang was among the first group of people to move.
This group of people were basically all just released from the cells, each holding a sack, which was used to hold soil. The work they need to complete today is to at least fill the two trenches so narrow that a wooden raft one or two feet long can pass through.
The place where Huang Ang was standing just now was just an arrow away, only more than twenty feet away from the first trench. With his original cultivation level of a ninth-grade monk, the distance of more than twenty feet would be a matter of a few breaths for him. However, after many days of prison meals, his physical strength was far weaker than before, even though he had just eaten a full meal this morning. As for the spiritual power in the body, there is no trace of it. It can only be said that with his physique as a monk for so many years, even if he is over forty today, it is still better than that of ordinary civilians. As long as he runs hard, this distance is still not very difficult for him now, even if he carries sixty or seventy kilograms of dirt on his back.
But he still blended cautiously into the crowd, taking his time.
Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and every moment seemed so difficult. From time to time, he looked up at the refugees standing on the high platform on the other side of the fence, already drawing their bows. He knew in his heart that the other party was waiting for them to reach a more suitable place before firing the bow and arrow in his hand. But this feeling of waiting for the boots to fall is particularly difficult.
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