Five days ago, a strange thing happened in Wangyuan City.
All the shops in the city were closed, as if Liang Rong was about to break through the city gates and attack. Many shops didn't even want their goods, and the owners and their men rode away.
Tian Hailong was very puzzled. He asked someone to ask, but couldn't find anything.
There is no Zhizhou Prefecture in Wangyuan City, only a Marshal's Mansion. Whoever is the Marshal is in charge of the military and political power. If you want to open a shop in Wangyuan City, you can do it. You don't need to collect taxes. You have to pay the grain. After paying the grain, it will be sent to the frontier army camp. Among them, this was the rule set by Feng Luo at the beginning. The border army was short of too many things. The most lacking thing was food. Food was never enough, never enough.
Caravans who want to leave or enter the customs have to pay money, but it is best to have food. This is the rule of the border customs.
Seeing that all the merchants had run away, how could Tian Hailong not panic.
Ma Rujing, the commander, hardly stayed in Wangyuan City. He was always in the commander's tent at the border. After Tian Hailong ran over, he briefly explained the situation. Ma Rujing was also confused, but things had happened. Let Tian Hailong see Just do it.
Ma Rujing almost didn't care about Wangyuan City's affairs, while Tian Hailong took care of it.
Tian Hailong was very worried. One accident happened one after another. Tongcheng's food was in place. Twice, because Sun Zhou and Qiu Zhi were killed.
Logically speaking, Tian Hailong should be happy. A weapons supervisor came and wanted the food for the border army back.
But Tian Hailong couldn't be happy anymore. When a new official took office, he had to kill people to establish his authority. He had seen this kind of thing before. He had seen it too many times. Some people had this ability and identity and could kill a few people. The sons of the aristocratic family sought benefits for the border troops, but in the end, they couldn't stand the suffering at the border and ran away. It was they, the border troops, who were the ones to clean up the mess. Everything would be the same as before, even worse than before.
Some people don't have this ability, so they come here and just hang out, get some qualifications, get a few military honors, and then leave again.
They are all passers-by and do not belong to the border army, let alone the border. Tian Hailong does not like such people, especially the former.
So in Tian Hailong's eyes, Chu Qing is just such a passer-by, young, fair, and smiling. Coupled with his special status, Tian Hailong is very disgusted and repelled.
The backbone of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion are all Tanma, the frontier army Tanma, who were once Huang Laosi's personal soldiers.
Whether they are scouting horses or pro-army, they are all frontier troops.
Tian Hailong didn't like the fact that the frontier troops who made a living by killing people had become a piece of shit that specialized in informing. This meant that the Qianqi Battalion not only recruited civil servants from the capital, but also the border troops. In the past, they were all good. Men, now, have become scumbags lying against the wall.
But now, at this moment, Tian Hailong figured out one thing.
Why are the aristocratic families and merchants running? Because of this young man who looks very out of place in front of them.
The young man in front of him made the aristocratic families in Wangyuan City so angry that they didn't even dare to mention each other's names!
With a look from Chu Qing, Fu San knelt down and slapped Master Zhang awake with six big mouths.
Before Master Zhang could react, Chu Qing said: "In half an hour, all the aristocratic families and merchants in Wangyuan City will come to Xuanyuan Pavilion. I will only give you half an hour. Do you understand?"
Young Master Zhang, who had just woken up, didn't react for a moment. Fu San made two big mouths, front and back. The former spit out a back molar, and then he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Chu Qing left with his hands behind his back, taking Fu San and Nangong Ping with him. The people and soldiers consciously moved out of the way, in awe.
It wasn't until Chu Qing and the others walked away that Tian Hailong pulled up the lost Master Zhang and asked anxiously: "That little...that Master Chu, who are you? Why are you so afraid of him?"
Master Zhang's calf was still spinning. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and then cried out: "General Tian, help me!"
Tian Hailong was still confused: "Save you?"
"Yes, save me, save me. Remembering our friendship in the past, please save me."
"Master Chu will kill you?"
"Yes, yes, of course. Don't you know the rumors in the capital? Sons of aristocratic families, noble families, courtiers, and ministers of previous dynasties. Anyone who looks at him one more time...whoever...will die!"
Tian Hailong opened his mouth wide, feeling that Master Zhang was beaten stupidly.
Besides, Chu Qing and the others were walking around Wangyuan City. Nangong Ping looked at the dilapidated low house and shook his head slightly.
"Teacher, this Wangyuan City covers a vast area, but it is so..."
Nangong Ping sighed, not knowing what to say.
Wangyuan City is large and there are many people, but it is too run-down. You can see it through the pipes. You can see how bad the situation is just by looking at the rows of low-rise buildings.
"I think it's good."
"What do you mean by mentor?"
Chu Qing couldn't laugh or cry. He always felt that the word "mentor" was weird and sounded awkward.
For a moment, he didn't know how to explain it.
If Wangyuan City is extremely prosperous, it means that it has developed to a level that is difficult to "modify".
It is precisely because of dilapidation and depression that we can flex our muscles.
It's like a shop. All that's left is a low room. If it's torn down, it won't be used for a day. After it's torn down, it can be rebuilt.
What satisfied him most was that the population of Wangyuan City was not large, with nearly 10,000 households and about 70,000 people.
Seventy thousand people, at least 40,000 to 50,000 laborers. Just imagine how many miracles such a labor force can create.
This is where Chu Qing is happiest. He has money and hopes that Yuancheng will have a labor force.
We have money, manpower, and worthless land. These three things are enough.
After walking around for a while, I saw the same low houses, uneven sandy land, people enjoying themselves in hardship, and a huge and blank drawing paper on which ink could be freely poured.
Wangyuan City is very big, and you can't finish it in a short time. Chu Qing returned to Xuanyuan Pavilion.
As soon as he arrived at the door, Chu Qing was overjoyed.
Outside the Xuanyuan Hall, there were more than twenty people kneeling, including young and old. They were obviously not the people of Wangyuan City, and it could be seen from their clothes.
Tian Hailong was also there, with a few soldiers, and his expression was complicated.
Just now, he asked briefly, "Who is Chu Qing?" Finally, he got an answer, an answer that made his blood pressure rise.
Chang Jing, the nemesis of aristocratic families, the assassin of courtiers, and the blood debts on his hands can't even be calculated.
Originally, Tian Hailong thought that Chu Qing relied on his status as a soldier of the emperor to kill Sun Zhou and Qiu Zhi in order to establish his authority.
Now, he understood that for Chu Qing, as for Sun Zhou and Qiu Zhi, they might have been killed casually. After all, judging from various rumors, the daily pastime of the commander of the Qianqi Camp was to kill the family members. , if you don’t kill a few people a day, you may feel uncomfortable all over, as if you have to eat two meals a day.
Hearing the footsteps, more than twenty kneeling aristocratic families and merchants all turned their heads. They had all seen the portrait and recognized it immediately.
At this glance, everyone moved in unison and began to tremble.
Tian Hailong rushed forward and showed a flattering smile that he was extremely bad at and looked ugly.
"Master Chu, you...are back."
Chu Qing rolled his eyes, ignored Tian Hailong, came to a group of aristocratic families, and yawned.
"From left to right, count."
The merchants looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what it meant.
Then Fu San and Nangong Ping, one on the left and one on the right, raised their arms and slapped each other with two big mouths. Finally, they met in the middle, which happened to be an odd number. They then turned towards Young Master Zhang in the middle, and each of them slapped them. Talkative.
Tian Hailong took a breath of cold air.
