"New years are added to the calendar, and spring fills the old mountains and rivers!"
"Good poems and essays should be rewarded!"
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At the end of the eighteenth year of Xingwu. As the war inside and outside Changyang City eased, the execution of traitors seemed to have entered a new level at first glance.
But Xu Mu knew that these things were nothing more than the calm before the storm.
These days, apart from busying with Yuan Tao's funeral and recruiting a few honest old officials, the rest of the days passed in a hurry.
When he was lonely in his heart, he would think of Guo Xinghou, Gu Ying, and even many of the beheaded warriors who died fighting in Changyang.
"In the cemetery in the south outside the city, according to the master's wishes, all the soldiers who died for the country were buried alive."
In front of Xu Mu was also a guard with a hooked nose. His surname is not Gu, but Cao, and his full name is Cao Hong. He took over Gu Ying's position and is the leader of the Four Thousand Tigers Hall.
"Where's Chen Changqing?"
Cao Hong said in a helpless tone, "Chen Changqing must have guessed something. These days, when entering and leaving the palace, he will bring thousands of iron guards with him. I heard that... King Chen Tianwang, who uses the double whip, has also taken refuge with him."
"If the master is willing, Tiger Hall will issue a beheading order tonight."
"Decapitation order?"
"Indeed, kill the target at any cost."
Xu Mu's face darkened. He did not want the whole of Changyang to fall into war again in a short period of time. The new emperor Yuan An's position is not secure. If there is a change, all the efforts made by the young marquis will be in vain.
What's more, the chance of success is too low.
"Cao Hong, keep an eye on it for now, and then make plans after I return to Changyang."
Cao Hong nodded seriously, "The military advisor asked the master if he needs to go to Changyang to make a strategy?"
"No need for the time being." Xu Mu shook his head, "The situation is not stable yet, it will be safer if they stay there."
Cao Hong clasped his fists and took two steps back, jumped up, and disappeared in front of him.
"Brother Mu, these people are very brave and not afraid of death. I saw it before. When they attacked Changyang, they were always the first to charge."
"Of course." Xu Mu sighed. One can imagine how much effort the young Marquis put into cultivating Hutang.
"Si Hu, come with me to Yuzhou."
Yuzhou is almost a fringe city in the inner city. Although it is also close to Jijiang, in the end, the prosperity of the twenty-three cities in Jijiang belongs to the group at the bottom.
According to the old officials, Yuan An's ascension to the throne should have happened on the first day of the first lunar month, which coincided with the renaming of the year, which was an auspicious day.
Xu Mu was too lazy to care. He happened to have time to go to Chang Shiro's place.
"Follow General Xu!"
Behind Xu Mu, the original group of beheaded soldiers, about 400 people, were willing to stay.
"Go to Yuzhou!"
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As the New Year approaches, the originally snowy sky gradually fades away. Both sides of the official road were filled with wet melted snow water as the sunlight shone lightly.
Along the way, many poor refugees could be seen running in a panic toward Changyang City.
After the traitor was killed, at least dozens of warehouses full of rice were found. Just as Chang Shiro said back then, 70% of the world's food is in the hands of a few people.
Undoubtedly, the traitor Xiao Yuanlu is one of them.
As if to win the hearts of the people, Yuan An has been opening a warehouse to store grain for three consecutive days.
After more than a day, following the official road of more than 400 miles, we finally arrived at Yuzhou City in the afternoon of the next day.
"How come the rice seller wants to be the king?" Si Hu pursed his lips, his tone still unbelievable.
"Brother Mu, when I see him, should I call him the rice seller, or should I call him the King of Yuzhou?"
"Shout whatever you want." Xu Mu smiled. Tsuneshiro has a wild temper, so if you fart loudly in front of him, he probably won't bother to care. After all, in this matter, they are at the level of ancestors.
Although a coup on the side of the Qing Dynasty supported the collapse of the great era, many heroes also emerged.
"Boy Chang Wei!" Si Hu shouted from a distance as soon as he entered Yuzhou City.
Sure enough, Chang Wei, who was dressed in iron armor, was patrolling with a battalion of thousands of people. He suddenly turned around, and when he saw it was Xu Mu, he rode over happily.
"It's been a long time since I saw my little boss, I miss you so much."
"Goodbye Chang Wei, he is already the commander of the camp." Xu Mu said with a smile.
"My young master said that although I am a bit stupid, he is short of manpower now, so he asked me to do these things." Chang Wei scratched his head, and then his face became a little disappointed.
"I heard... the little Marquis died, and the little eagle also died."
Xu Mu was silent.
"Long Gong had just three fights with Little Eagle, and we couldn't tell the winner every time. From the bottom of my heart, I still wanted to treat him to a drink."
"Chang Wei, if you have free time tomorrow, it doesn't hurt to go to the cemetery to offer a bowl of water and wine." Xu Mu consoled him.
This sentence made Chang Wei's regretful expression soothed.
"Little boss...ah, no, what should I call you? The new emperor hasn't appointed you a high official yet? You have to be a prime minister no matter what, right?"
"Chang Wei, let's call him little boss."
Chang Wei smiled and said, "I'm used to calling you after a long time, little boss, I'll take you to see my young master."
"Very good."
According to Xu Mu, after being pardoned and granted the title of King of Yuzhou, Chang Silang's careless temper should be restrained.
But when he met the person, Xu Mu realized that he had thought too much after all.
On the edge of the inland river of Yuzhou City, Chang Shiro was still without a robe, his face was red and his ears were red, and he was arguing with a few old fishermen about whether coriander should be added to the fish head soup.
"Fuck you, don't put the coriander, eat the eggs in the fish head soup, how about I eat them raw?" An old fisherman was obviously guilty of the following.
"Even if I chew it raw, I won't eat rotten grass like coriander. I'm just like a flower girl who hasn't washed her fragrance in a few days!"
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"The young master has been like this these past few days." Chang Wei felt helpless, "Sitting in the mansion, drunk all by himself, cursing fools and idiots, and wiping his tears."
"After trying to persuade him three times, he beat me three times, and I didn't dare to persuade him anymore. After he sobered up, he went to the market, picked up random people and quarreled, and after the quarrel, he went back home to sleep."
Xu Mu was speechless.
"Master, my little boss is here." Chang Wei finally got used to shouting, and he shouted loudly without regard for etiquette.
Changshiro probably couldn't quarrel with the old man anymore, so he was so angry that he pushed the old man into the river, then he took out a handful of silver and threw it on the ground.
The few fishing old men who were still shouting about killing suddenly became happy again.
"Why did you come here?" Changshiro approached and glared dissatisfied.
"Master Chang knows that I'm coming?"
"I don't know why. Hurry up and get the letter from Xiao Taotao!"
"You know this too."
"When I played with him in the mud, your father hadn't even gotten married yet."
After grabbing the letter, Changshiro couldn't wait to open it, and stood in the sunshine and read each word carefully.
As he watched, the young champion with a gun and a stick, the newly pardoned King of Yuzhou, stood on the street without any warning, crying with red eyes.
