Huangcheng Yamen is very strict about rules and will do things immediately after receiving money.
The eight members of the Wei family recorded their household registration on the spot and were issued identity certificates. The file records that the "Wei family" has been doing business in Huangcheng for generations.
Wei changed his surname to Wei, and his name also had the same pronunciation.
Zhou Yi wondered: "With such direct forgery, are there any omissions?"
"Mr. Zhou, please relax. The weather in northern Xinjiang is dry and dry, and water can easily escape."
Manager Sun explained: "These files are burned every year, and no one can find anything. What's more, who are the people who come to apply for household registration, and who dares to check?"
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, this approach was somewhat similar to Tianlao.
Tianlao also has the means to steal and change others, but they are extremely secretive and careful, unlike the unscrupulous things done here.
The imperial power does not go to the countryside, let alone the deserted city far away from the emperor.
There was not even a restaurant in the deserted city, so the yamen kitchen prepared a banquet with more game and less vegetables. The atmosphere was quite lively as they drank the liquor unique to Northern Xinjiang and boasted about all kinds of true or false experiences.
The county magistrate also showed up during the banquet. After all, the big business of over ten thousand taels of silver was rare in a year.
The county magistrate's surname is Zhao, whose name is Tai. He is fat and rich, and his luster is not that of a scholar.
No matter how poor we are, we cannot impoverish officials; no matter how miserable we are, we cannot impoverish scholar-bureaucrats. Zhao Tai was from the south of the Yangtze River. He built a small bridge and flowing water in the back office, and bought many beautiful slaves. He ate, drank, played and lived freely every day.
Once the yamen is closed, it is really no different from the palace!
Zhao Tai recalled the past events in Shenjing and couldn't help but sigh: "I still remember when I went to Beijing to take the exam. I came first in reciting poems and painting in Chunfeng Tower. I exchanged my heartfelt feelings with Miss Ruirui. I wonder how she is doing now?"
"She is married to a wealthy businessman from the south of the Yangtze River. It is said that Miss Ruirui wants to see if the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is as good as what is depicted in the paintings."
Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, never expecting to see the person in the anecdote.
Miss Ruirui was the courtesan back then and was famous in the capital. She will be included in any unofficial history in the future.
She is most famous for being obsessed with the man named Zhao, and even rejected the prince of the Hou family for this reason. Some said he was a prince of the royal family, some said he was a prince of an aristocratic family. After waiting for two years in Shenjing, she finally married away to Jiangnan in despair.
Who knew that the heartless man was actually a fat man, with only slits in his eyes when he smiled!
Zhao Tai lamented the change of fate, drank several glasses of strong wine, and went back to the back office to relieve his worries.
A meal where both guest and host enjoy themselves.
After the banquet.
Sun Guanshi ordered the servants to lead Zhou Yi and the Wei family to find the courtyard.
"Mr. Zhou, the rich families who lived in the east of the city had several large houses with three or five bedrooms." The officer touched the money in his hand. He was indeed a wealthy man from the capital, and he was really generous with his money.
The Wei family quickly selected a house, not far from the county government office, with three entrances from the front, middle and back.
Most of the writing on the plaque on the gate has been lost. Judging from the word "Gong" on half of it, it should have been the Zhang Mansion.
Most of the houses in the courtyard are still intact, but they are empty without furniture.
It was getting late, and they were all rough guys, so I just packed up a few rooms at will for tonight.
Zhou Yi activated the dust-clearing talisman, and the room was immediately tidy. A message was sent to Wei Jun for questioning.
Wei Jun bowed and said, "My dear benefactor, what orders do you have for me?"
Zhou Yi asked: "Do you know what kind of martial arts the heroes of Wei relied on when they conquered Yuzhou?"
Wei Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, subconsciously thinking that Zhou Yi saved the Wei family for the sake of inheriting his father's skills, but he still answered obediently.
"What my father relies on is a volume of unknown formulas and a Feihong Sword Jue."
No matter how important the skills are, they are not as important as the lives of the family. If they dig iron ore for a few more years, the Wei family will be extinct.
Zhou Yi nodded and said: "It seems that you are really a descendant of the great hero Wei."
"My benefactor, do you want that formula?"
Wei Jun recited word for word: "Heaven and earth give birth to yin and yang and transform all things..."
Zhou Yi confirmed the authenticity, waved his hand to interrupt Wei Jun's recitation, and asked: "Have you ever had any thoughts of revenge?"
Wei Jun first shook his head and then nodded: "When my father was chased by the Jinyi Guards, he came home and told us that there was no need to avenge him. However, there are more than a hundred blood feuds in the Wei family, and the sky is high and the sea is deep, how can we forget it so easily!"
"If the Wei family wants revenge, they must not forget this formula."
Zhou Yi warned: "If the descendants of the Wei family can cultivate this method, they will be able to prosper again. If they can cultivate to the state of Dacheng, they will have hope for revenge."
"Remember your benefactor's advice."
Wei Jun hesitated for a moment and said, "My benefactor didn't know what he was doing. I adopted an adopted son from the mine and practiced the nameless mantra."
After Wei Jun explained, Zhou Yi understood the reason.
Everyone in the Wei family has a strong foundation in martial arts. They are much stronger than other prisoners and are quite famous among the prisoners in the mine. In order not to be bullied, some lone prisoners joined the Wei family and gradually formed a large group.
"Take this money and redeem the adopted son in a few days."
Zhou Yi took out the last two silver notes: "The origin of the unknown mantra is mysterious. Now that you have mastered it, don't be like a cow or a horse. Remember to use sincerity to influence it for a long time."
These words were spoken from the bottom of my heart, enough to repay Wei Chang's kindness back then!
With tears in his eyes, Wei Jun respectfully took the banknote and kowtowed to the ground.
"Thank you for your great kindness and kindness. The Wei family will never forget it. If you dare to repeat it in the future, God will punish the nine Wei clans!"
…
The next day.
Zhouyi came to the gathering platform.
Li Hong sat cross-legged on it all day and night, both practicing and remembering.
"It's time to leave."
A message from the Book of Changes said: "Find a blessed place in the Lingshan Mountain, practice the Guiyuan Jue in seclusion, and your progress will be much faster."
"Senior, I decided to stay here."
Li Hong stood up and said: "Back then, my father was arrogant in northern Xinjiang. The younger generations should follow his example. The first step in doing so is to restore the prosperity of the deserted city."
Zhou Yi reminded: "Human energy is limited, so don't delay your practice!"
"Senior, don't worry. I gained some enlightenment yesterday and have already developed the first ray of magic power."
Li Hong's fingertips flashed with spiritual light. Even though it was faint and almost invisible, it was a real fluctuation of mana.
"..."
Zhou Yi suddenly had nothing to say. The quality and grade of his magic power were the same as those of Xiantian Yuan. Now Li Hong could be said to have stepped into Xiantian, but he could not fight.
While talking.
The ground shook faintly, and there was a vague noise.
Li Hong stood on the Jujiangtai and looked into the distance. There were noisy figures approaching from the north.
"Senior, it seems that an army is coming to Huangcheng!"
The army was marching very fast, or in other words, escaping very quickly. When they got close to the city gate, they saw clearly that they were hundreds or even thousands of defeated soldiers.
All of them had disheveled hair, discarded their helmets and armor, and only half of the military flag remained.
The commander shouted loudly: "Open the city gate! Open the city gate quickly!"
The city gate official asked: "Where do you soldiers come from?"
The commander returned: "I am the Yizhou Guard, Liang Ying, the commander of General Chai. Dayong launched an undeclared war half a month ago, and Yizhou has already fallen more than half, and we are about to attack!"
"Don't try to deceive me."
The city gate official scolded: "The 300,000-strong army in northern Xinjiang is capable of conquering and conquering Dayong five years ago. Could it be that there are some bandits somewhere who want to deceive the city gate and plunder it?"
"Fart! There's not even a hair in this deserted city, and the bandits don't even bother to rob it."
Liang Ying shouted: "How can there be an army of 300,000 in northern Xinjiang now? We can't even gather 150,000, but we can't stop Dayong's army of one million from going south!"
When the other soldiers saw that the city gate was still not opening, they immediately started making noises.
"The master from Shenjing will make money and drink the blood of soldiers..."
"Those nobles don't know anything about military affairs. They ask us to farm land, transport goods and build houses every day..."
"I heard that Dayong soldiers disguised themselves as caravans and easily sneaked into Zhenbeiguan. The unity between inside and outside was broken in just one day..."
"Open the door quickly, or we will attack by force if you don't open the door!"
"..."
When the city gate official heard this, he was so frightened that he repeatedly comforted him and ordered his servants to report to the county magistrate quickly.
"The troops in Northern Xinjiang collapsed..."
Zhou Yi murmured to himself, looking at Li Hong on the gathering stage, always feeling that there would be changes when the two met.
