Three days later.
In the study room of Xiaoyinshan official office.
Xu Yi reached out and picked up a pinch of white salt.
Put it in your mouth, then slowly close your eyes and feel the salty taste from your taste buds.
A corner of the study.
Yang Xian'an looked nervously at Xu Yi, who was feeling it carefully.
There was excitement and even anxiety in his eyes.
After more than ten breaths.
Xu Yi slowly opened his eyes.
Yang Xian'an couldn't wait to ask: "Sixth Master, how are you doing?"
Xu Yi nodded slightly and said, "Not bad."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xianan's face turned red instantly.
God knows how much time and energy he has devoted to the salt mine since he came to Yandi.
Fortunately, it's all worth it.
Xu Yi smiled and then motioned for Yang Xian'an to take a seat.
After Yang Xianan took his seat.
Xu Yi opened his mouth and gave instructions: "In the afternoon, I ordered someone to send a bucket of refined salt to Zhu's house in Juyang, and another bucket to Yuyang County Yamen and give it to Pang Wenze."
"Yes." Yang Xian'an nodded in agreement.
Xu Yi lowered his head and glanced at the refined salt placed on the desk.
His eyelids drooped slightly, he pondered for a few breaths and then slowly said, "All matters in Xiaoyin Mountain will be left to Liu Qianshan to handle with full authority."
"The sale will be left to Yu Wenchong to handle with full authority."
Among the five heads of the Laowu family, Jiang Ping is still young, and Yang Xianan needs to follow Xu Yi at all times.
Chai Baoyi, the head of the Chai family, has other uses.
For this reason, the matter of refined salt can only be left to Yu Wenchong and Liu Qianshan.
Fortunately, there are two people here, one is civil and the other is martial, the scholar is in charge of the outside, and the warrior is in charge of the inside.
Coupled with the trap set by Meng Shaoping.
There is no need to worry too much.
Yang Xian'an's face straightened, and then he bowed his hands and said, "Follow the order."
Xu Yi nodded slightly, and then ordered: "After the arrangements are made, you and I will leave the mountain in the afternoon."
"Yes." Yang Xian'an stood up and bowed.
Then he said goodbye and left.
As soon as Yang Xianan Fang walked out of the study, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
The whole person felt a lot more relaxed.
Yang Xianan naturally understood how important refined salt was to Xu Yi.
It was precisely because of this understanding that Yang Xian'an felt uneasy.
He was afraid that Xu Yi would leave the refined salt matter to him.
As for the reason, it's simple.
In Yang Xian'an's mind, no matter how important the refined salt issue was, it was not as important as being with Xu Yi.
In the study room of Xiaoyinshan official office.
Xu Yi sat on the Imperial Master's chair, looking solemnly at the white salt on the desk.
My mind kept thinking about the amount of salt produced that Yang Xianan just mentioned.
After a while.
Xu Yi leaned back slightly and looked up at the ceiling of the study.
He murmured in a low voice: "It's not enough."
Once refined salt comes out, Xu Yi's financial crisis is bound to be greatly reduced.
But it's just a reduction.
Xu Yi is not a god, so he cannot conjure up a mountain of refined salt at once.
There is no way to transport refined salt to all parts of the country in minutes.
Everything takes time.
What Xu Yi lacks most now is time.
Xu Yi let out a long sigh, then stood up slowly, grinding ink and laying out paper.
After everything is finished.
Xu Yi took up his pen and slowly wrote the three characters "Xian Deng Ying" on the white rice paper.
The original war horses have been handed over to the soldiers of the trapped camp. ….
Weapons and armaments such as spears and knives have been entrusted to the Zhu family.
The battle armor of Xuanjia Camp is expensive, so we will put it on hold for now.
The biggest problem facing Xu Yi now is to get to the camp first.
Ten thousand people will enter the camp first, and eight thousand will be skilled in bow and horse. They will be brave and fearless.
Two thousand people died.
A total of ten thousand troops, all of them cavalry.
If the minimum standard for cavalry is two people and three horses.
Xu Yi must prepare at least 15,000 war horses.
As Li Guangli officially started war with the Huns.
Today, the price of a war horse has risen to sixty or seventy taels of silver.
Let's take it as sixty-five taels of silver per piece.
Fifteen thousand war horses would cost 975,000 taels.
If you also include the loss during transportation and the chewing by people and horses.
These fifteen thousand war horses alone cost one million taels of silver.
Xu Yi stopped writing and stared at the final number on the rice paper.
A wry smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.
"A penny really stumps a heroic man."
Xu Yi put down the langhao pen in his hand and murmured in a low voice with a bitter look on his face.
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Afternoon.
When the heat is getting unbearable.
A three-column green-covered carriage set off slowly at the foot of Xiaoyin Mountain.
As the wheels slowly turn.
Xu Yi is getting farther and farther away from Juyang City.
The cool breeze slowly blew the curtains of the carriage.
Xu Yi held a map of Yan's territory and leaned against the collapse of the carriage.
Let the breeze blow on your face, dispelling the sultry heat.
His gaze never moved from the map.
I don’t know whether it was due to overuse of the brain or due to the bumpy carriage and horses.
Gradually, gradually, Xu Yi fell asleep in the speeding carriage.
Time flies by in sleep.
When dusk falls.
The originally speeding carriage gradually slowed down.
At the end of the line of sight, a slightly dilapidated city suddenly appeared.
Yang Xian'an rode his horse to the carriage with three green awnings.
"Sixth Master." Yang Xianan greeted in a low voice by the car window.
inside the carriage.
Xu Yi, who woke up due to the slowdown of the carriage, rubbed his numb face and said calmly: "Where are you?"
Yang Xian'an glanced at the city in the distance, and then replied: "Back to Mr. Liu, we have arrived at Xialuo City."
'Xialuocheng. , Xu Yi murmured in a low voice, then opened the curtain and looked ahead.
After a few breaths.
Xu Yi lowered the car curtain and said calmly: "Entering the city."
"Yes!" Yang Xian'an cupped his hands slightly, just as he was about to rush to the front of the motorcade.
Xu Yi opened the car curtain again and said, "Wait a minute."
"Sixth Master?" Yang Xian settled his horse and looked at Xu Yi in confusion.
Xu Yi looked at Yang Xianan and said calmly: "Hang up the Yan-character flag, and take this document to report."
After finishing speaking, Xu Yi took out a document from the carriage and handed it to Yang Xian'an.
"Follow the order!" Yang Xian'an reached out to take the document, then bowed his hand and said.
After Yang Xian'an left, Xu Yi slowly lowered the car curtain, then raised his head and heavily rubbed his brain that was not yet fully awake.
The three cities of Ningxian, Guangning and Xialuo were sacked by the Huns not long ago.
It is easy for the officials and people of Xialuo City to be at odds with each other.
If you don't take the initiative to reveal your identity at this time, wouldn't you be asking for trouble? ….
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"It's His Royal Highness King Yan!"
"Quick! Put down the bow and arrow!"
As the Qinglongyan flag slowly rose.
On the wall of Xialuo City, a middle-aged man in full armor roared loudly.
"Lieutenant Zhang, have you seen it clearly? Is it really the Qinglongyan flag?"
A young man wearing a county magistrate's official robe stood at the crenellation of the city wall, his eyes wide open and he tried to look at the flag fluttering in the wind in the distance.
However, the scenery more than ten steps away
The elephant can't see clearly, let alone the flag hundreds of meters away?
County Lieutenant Zhang Yiming turned around and clasped his fists and said, "Return to the county magistrate to ask, the flag in the distance is the Qinglong Yan flag."
"Xia Guan went to Juyang City on an errand that day and happened to meet His Highness King Yan's motorcade."
"I'm lucky enough to meet you."
The Xialuo County Magistrate couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
He murmured repeatedly: "Just make sure, just make sure."
From the corner of Zhang Xianwei's eyes, the Xialuo County Magistrate flashed across his face.
Deep down in his heart, he did not feel any contempt for his repeated remarks to himself.
Instead, a vague look of respect flashed across his eyes.
In the winter of the 29th year of Zhengde, the three cities of Ningxian, Guangning and Xialuo were plundered by the Huns.
The people of the three cities died in the robbery, some fled, and some were plundered.
The three cities, which were not very prosperous, became three ghost cities after the Huns plundered them.
Later, Sun Daohua, the governor of Shanggu County, mobilized troops to fight against the Huns.
Although they won a complete victory, the damage caused to these three cities by the Huns cannot be diluted.
Although the former Xialuo County Magistrate was rescued, he was already old after all.
Not long after returning to Xialuo City, we took Hexi to the west.
The county magistrate in front of him was a Jinshi sent by the capital to take over the post of county magistrate.
It is said that this man was originally a Hanlin bachelor, but he was demoted to this place because he said something he shouldn't have said at a literary meeting.
Zhang Yiming doesn't care about the cause and effect.
He only knew that this magistrate Hou had been conscientious in his official duties since he took office.
For officials, be kind to others.
Apply benevolent policies to the common people.
For Zhang Yiming, knowing this is enough.
Zhang Yiming calmed down and was about to remind the Hou Hou magistrate to go out of the city gate to greet him.
Then he saw a horse running towards the city gate quickly.
"Is this person from Prince Yan's Mansion?" Zhang Yiming took two steps forward and asked loudly as he walked to the crenellations of the city wall.
"Exactly!" Yang Xian settled his horse, raised the document in his hand and said loudly: "There is a document to prove it."
Zhang Yiming looked at the document in Yang Xianan's hand and said loudly, "Please wait a moment."
After finishing his words, Zhang Yiming turned to look at County Magistrate Hou and asked softly: "Sir, open the city gate?"
Magistrate Hou furrowed his brows and pondered for a few breaths, then slowly said, "Don't rush, let's check the authenticity of the document first."
'Verify the authenticity of the document? , Zhang Yiming murmured in a low voice, then frowned slightly and said: "Wouldn't this offend His Highness King Yan?"
Magistrate Hou waved his hand slightly and said, "His Royal Highness, Prince Yan, is not that small."
Magistrate Hou paused, and then sighed: "Xialuo City today cannot withstand the slightest wind and rain, so it is better to be more cautious. With His Majesty the King of Yan's capacity, I think he will be able to understand us."…
Hearing this, Zhang Yiming's heart moved slightly and he asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency, are you familiar with His Highness King Yan?"
When he thought that Magistrate Hou came from the Hanlin Academy, Zhang Yiming became more and more sure.
Magistrate Hou waved his hand slightly and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Get the document quickly. Don't make people wait for a long time."
"Yes!" Magistrate Hou's attitude of neither admitting nor denying was no different from Zhang Yiming's acquiescence.
Zhang Yiming agreed, and then quickly whispered a few words to the guards beside him.
Half an hour later.
Zhang Yiming lay down at the crenellation of the city wall and said loudly: "Please put the documents in the hanging basket."
It is said to be a hanging basket, but in fact it is just a vegetable basket tied with a rope.
Yang Xian'an drove his horse to the base of the city wall and placed the documents behind the vegetable basket.
Weiwei cupped his fists and said, "I'll take care of myself first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xian'an turned his horse's head and ran quickly towards the stalled convoy.
On the wall of Xialuo City.
County Magistrate Hou took the document, read it roughly, and said hurriedly: "This is the previous paragraph.
At that time, the Japanese official presented the handover document to His Highness King Yan. "
"The person coming is indeed His Highness King Yan. Quickly open the city gate and follow me to greet him."
When Yang Xian'an was ordered to take over the minerals, the Xialuo County magistrate had already sent someone to submit the handover documents and the mining deed to Prince Yan's Mansion.
For this reason, among the counties in Shanggu County, Yang Xianan was the only one who had not entered Xialuo City.
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"Hou Wenyuan, the magistrate of Luo County, pays homage to His Highness King Yan."
"I am lowering my rank to Luo County Lieutenant Zhang Yiming to pay my respects to His Highness King Yan."
"We pay our respects to His Highness King Yan."
A few hundred steps away from Xialuo City, Hou Wenyuan, Zhang Yiming and some officials and soldiers paid homage one after another.
Xu Yi opened the car curtain and walked out of the car slowly, waving his hands slightly and saying, "No courtesy."
After finishing his words, Xu Yi slowly moved forward.
When he came to Hou Wenyuan's side, he asked softly: "How are you doing, Wenyuan?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yiming's eyes widened slightly.
If I say everything just now is just speculation.
Then, at this moment, the speculation directly became a fact.
'The county magistrate Hou is really familiar with King Yan. , Zhang Yiming said with great joy.
In fact, Zhang Yiming took office as Xialuo County Lieutenant not much earlier than Hou Wenyuan.
If given a choice, who would really want to be the county captain of a ghost town?
Especially since the former county captain had just died in battle.
Hou Wenyuan's eyes were slightly red, and then he raised his hands and saluted, "Thanks to His Highness King Yan, everything is fine for Wen Yuan."
Xu Yi nodded noncommittally, and then said calmly: "If nothing happens in the future, I will go to Juyang City more often."
"Wen Yuan is sure." Hou Wenyuan nodded repeatedly, then stretched out his hand and said, "Your Highness, please follow me into the city."
Xu Yi nodded slightly and then motioned for Hou Wenyuan to lead the way.
Fang Yi entered the city.
A sense of depression came straight to him.
The incomplete inner walls, the collapsed arrow tower, and most of the houses were burned down.
Everything you see is the bitter fruit of war.
Hou Wenyuan's face turned red and he said, "It made His Highness laugh. Even though I tried my best, I could only repair the outer wall first."
Xu Yi sighed slightly, then spoke to comfort him: "We have to pay attention to people's livelihood while also repairing the ruins. It's really hard for you."
Hou Wenyuan shook his head slightly and said, "For the sake of the people, it's hard to say whether it's hard or not."
"I feel so relieved to know that you are still the same as before." Xu Yi nodded slightly.
In the past, Lu Zaizhong set up a teaching altar outside Xuanping Gate in Chang'an City.
The scholars from Chang'an came to Beijing to help Xu Yicheng with work in lieu of relief.
Relieve the plight of disaster victims in Guanzhong.
Hou Wenyuan, who was still a scholar in the Hanlin Academy at that time, took leave from time to time and went outside Chang'an City to respond to Lu Zaizhong's call and help Xu Yixing work for relief.
It was also since then that Hou Wenyuan offended people he shouldn't have offended.
Sowing the fruit of being demoted in the future.
During the work-for-relief period, Xu Yi witnessed Hou Wenyuan's ability many times.
After finding out the details of Hou Wenyuan, Xu Yi, who was delighted to see Cai Cai, naturally had to secretly win over him.
Over time, the two of them became familiar with each other.
Later, Hou Wenyuan and the Hanlin Academy were suppressed many times without reason by a Hanlin bachelor.
When he couldn't bear it anymore, he beat the Hanlin bachelor.
Without Xu Yi's secret help, he would have been demoted to Xialuo as county magistrate.
Whether or not one can save one's life is a matter of choice.
After all, the Hanlin scholar he beat was the son of Wei Guogong.
The Duke of Wei is relying on the current prince.
Thinking of this, Xu Yi sighed slightly in his heart, and couldn't help but murmured in his heart: "After all, it happened because of me." ,.
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