Wang Wenzuo returned to his residence exhausted, and Sancho sent a thick stack of letters. He asked him to put them on the desk angrily, and then asked the backyard to prepare hot water and lunch. He wanted to take a hot bath first, and then get better. After a good meal, let’s consider the other options.
"Yes!" Sancho bowed respectfully: "I'll have Madam Yun prepare it immediately!"
"Yeah! Also, get the guards ready, I'm going to Pingguo tomorrow!"
"Pingguo?" Sancho looked confused, obviously he didn't know the name of this place. Wang Wenzuo explained while taking off his burqa: "It is the mouth of the Liao River. I have already told Gao Duhu that in the future, a port will be built there to trade with overseas!"
"Business with overseas countries? That would be great!" Sancho couldn't help but cracked his mouth and laughed. He knew a lot about Wang Wenzuo's operations in Japan and the Far East: "If there is an additional port here, we can Goods from Japan, Baekje, and Ezo are shipped here first, and then transported to Hebei and Shandong by land or water. It’s much more convenient than before!”
"That's a matter for the future! The most important thing right now is the convenience of deploying troops!"
"Is it easy to mobilize troops? Are you going to fight again?"
"Well, the possibility is very high!" Wang Wenzuo did not hide it: "Have you forgotten that Baekje was back then? Don't you think the situation is very similar to the current situation?"
"Right now, Mr. Lang doesn't have many troops around him? Why don't you send some troops from Japan and the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion!" Sangqiu became anxious upon hearing this.
"Mobilizing the troops from outside the vassal for nothing? Do you think that I, the marching commander, am too comfortable?" Wang Wenzuo laughed.
"Then, what should we do?"
"Just keep calm. Remember, the chief officer of the Anton Protectorate is Governor Gao Kan, not me, Wang Wenzuo! Remember the distinction between priorities. This time you also come with me. , when the time comes, the supervision of Pingguo Port will be handed over to you, and after it is completed, you will be the watchman there!"
"Mr. Lang, I'm from Baekje. I can't even speak Tang dialect. It's okay to be a supervisor. I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything like a guard!"
"You are my Wang Wenzuo's domestic slave. I am from Tang Dynasty. Who dares to say that you are from Baekje?" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "And this matter of opening a port and building a port is so important. There are only a few people around me who are available and trustworthy." , Who do you need to use? It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to do it, just learn slowly. As for catching the thief or something, it doesn’t matter. When the time comes, I will send someone who is skilled in archery and horsemanship to be your deputy!"
"Yes, yes!" Sanqiu was secretly happy when he heard this. Although he had followed Wang Wenzuo for a long time, after pacifying the Baekje rebellion, he did not follow him whether he returned to Chang'an or to the Japanese country. Instead, he Cao Wenzong, and Sangqiu was appointed to manage Wang Wenzong's many properties in Baekje. Others called him the inner governor. But in his heart, Sancho felt that he was alienated by Wang Wenzuo, and he couldn't help but feel resentful and uneasy.
However, his wife had more experience and persuaded him: "Then Cao Wenzong is not only excellent in martial arts, but also has many disciples who are tigers and wolves. If the master doesn't use him as a guard, why should he use you? You are just a herd slave, and the master has taken care of his own family." If I entrust you with the property, doesn't it mean I trust you? If you can manage this property well, the Lord will naturally put you in good use. If you can't even manage this property well, then you are just a mess, and the Lord cannot do that. Should I force you to paint it on the wall?"
After listening to his wife's persuasion, Sanqiu settled down and concentrated on Wang Wenzuo's property. Although he had not read any books, he was strong because he was willing to endure hardships and work hard. Every summer and autumn harvest season, he would ride around on horseback. He traveled around and personally inspected the harvests of farms in various places to determine the amount of taxes. In winter, he directed farmers in various places to repair their houses and clean ditches. If there were old and thin cattle, he would ask the farm heads in various places to raise them well. Seeing that he was so diligent, village leaders from all over the country did not dare to deceive him. Over the past few years, the farms he managed were growing well. Wang Wenzuo was also quite satisfied, so this time he planned to build a port in Pingguo and thought of Sancho. coming.
Wang Wenzuo returned to the backyard, where Gui Shiyun took a bath, ate, and then began to read the letter he had just sent. Oni Shiyun massaged his shoulders while chatting with her husband.
"Sanlang, I heard that Chang'an and Luoyang are where the heavenly beings live. If the imperial court transfers you to Beijing as an official in the future, can you also take me with you to see the market?"
"Chang'an Luoyang, I think it's quite ordinary!" Wang Wenzuo replied casually while reading the letter: "What's there to go to? It's fine during the day, but at night when the market is closed, there's no one on the road, and it's no different than going to jail. Both!"
Not getting the answer she wanted, Guishi Yun bit her teeth secretly and added two points of strength to her hands unconsciously: "You said Chang'an and Luoyang are not good, why do so many people want to go? And your poems and songs from the Tang Dynasty It is written in the poem: "There are thousands of houses in the Zhou Dynasty, and the roads are wrong. The chariot roads are managed, and the flying pavilions are repaired. From Weiyang, it is connected to the Guigong Palace, and the bright light in the north is Changle." Don't you think you dislike me for being old and old? Ugly, I was afraid of losing your face, so you said that on purpose, not letting me go with you, right?"
Ouch!
Wang Wenzuo screamed, but Gui Shiyun pinched his ribs and screamed: "What are you thinking about! Who thinks you are old and ugly? I really don't want to go to Luoyang Chang'an, I would rather stay in Dongguo!" "
"Do you really think so?" Gui Shiyun quickly retracted her hand and asked doubtfully: "But I heard that the officials in Yingzhou are all thinking about going to Chang'an!"
"It's true that they want to go to Chang'an, but they are them and I am me!" Wang Wenzuo sighed.
"Why is that?"
"They want to go to Chang'an just because guests from all over the world gather there, and they can gain knowledge. If they are appreciated by noble people, they can rise to great heights. But I am not lacking in knowledge. The emperor, queen, and prince have all known my name for a long time, and I have been promoted easily. Wait, why do you want to go to Chang'an? I can do whatever I want here. When I go to Chang'an, I have to be careful with my every move, lest half of it doesn't cause trouble. Why should I want to go to Chang'an? "
Hearing what Wang Wenzuo said, Gui Shiyun couldn't help but smile on her face. If she were to say what she was most afraid of now, it would be that one day Wang Wenzuo would be transferred back to Chang'an. With his official position and talents, there would definitely be countless beauties. They gathered around her and saw that she, a prisoner's sister, was not too young at all. How could she withstand the siege of so many noble Yingying Yanyans? If it really comes to that point, I can only ask for it and go back to my hometown to live alone. Fortunately, I already have a child, so I am not afraid of being without support. Thinking of this, she hugged Wang Wenzuo's neck affectionately and said with a smile: "Okay, if you don't go to Chang'an, then I won't go either, and I will stay in this cold place for the rest of my life!"
"Why don't you rub your shoulders for me? You've been busy all day and they're so hard!"
Enjoying Onimuro Yun's massage, Wang Wenzuo looked through a few letters. He already had a lot of matters in his hands at this time. There were five or six letters from the Japanese country alone, regarding Iwami Ginzan and the development of Ezo land. , the cultivation of sugar in Ryukyu, the suppression of the remaining members of the emperor's royal family, the construction of temples, and the disputes between samurai over territory. The affairs were complicated, and the more Wang Wenzuo looked at them, the more headaches he got. He thought to himself that he must establish a special adjudication and disposal agency, otherwise he would be exhausted just to deal with these matters.
Thinking about who should be chosen to form this adjudication and disposal agency, Wang Wenzuo opened the next letter. As soon as the first two lines came into view, Wang Wenzuo was suddenly startled and said: "Ayun, I'm a little thirsty. Come on, go and pour me a bowl of buttermilk, make it warmer, don’t add honey!”
Gui Shiyun responded, got up and walked out. Wang Wenzuo waited until she was out of the door, then opened the letter and read it carefully. He quickly read the letter and put it in his arms, thinking to himself: "This Qinghe Cui family Such a great reputation, it turns out that even 50,000 copper coins can’t stop it, it’s really hard to live up to the reputation!”
While Wang Wenzuo was thinking about the letter in his arms, Gui Shiyun had already brought back the buttermilk. Wang Wenzuo took a few sips, but he was still thinking about his marriage with the Cui family. He felt more and more that Gui Shiyun was next to him and he was covered in blood. uneasy.
"Ayun, I have to get up early and go out early tomorrow, and I have to go to bed early tonight!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll have someone make the bed right away!"
"Yeah, thank you!" Looking at the figure leaving in a hurry, Wang Wenzuo suddenly felt a little guilty. In fact, Gui Shiyun herself knows that she will never become Wang Wenzuo's first wife, but the position of Wang Wenzuo's first wife has been vacant these years. He has maintained a long-term relationship with him, and the only woman who is still alive is Gui Shiyun, so Wang Wenzuo's side People usually treat Gu Shiyun as a wife, no different from a real wife. More importantly, Onimuroyun is not a weak woman who has no ability to be independent and can only rely on Wang Wenzuo. As the only living member of the Onimuro family, and with the orthodox bloodline of the Buyeo royal family around her, she has considerable influence in Baekje's hometown. She has great appeal and a rich territory. Even if she leaves Wang Wenzuo, she is still a very wealthy female lord.
Under such circumstances, even in Wang Wenzuo's own mind, Gui Shiyun's status was almost the same as that of his wife. Under such circumstances, Cui Hongdu went to Qinghe Cui to propose marriage on his behalf. Although there was no legal problem, from an emotional point of view, Wang Wenzuo still felt that he was in the wrong.
"It's reasonable for Mrs. Cui to ask me to visit her, but I don't have time to go to Qingzhou now!" Wang Wenzuo was lying on the bed, looking at the pattern on the ceiling, and he was upset: "I didn't know that Mrs. Cui was a What kind of person, Cui Hongdu, boasts that he can do anything in heaven and earth, but if he marries an unsuitable person, it will be too troublesome!"
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He turned over and sat up on the bed, opened the door, and was about to go to the yard to take a breath, but he heard someone whisper: "My lord!"
"Is it Wenzong?" Wang Wenzuo let out a long breath.
"That's right!" Cao Wenzong walked out from under the eaves, and the moonlight fell from behind him, leaving a long shadow.
"Well, I'm a little worried and can't sleep for a while. Come out and get some fresh air!"
"What's bothering you?" Cao Wenzong glanced at Wang Wenzuo in surprise: "Everything has settled down, what else is bothering you?"
Wang Wenzuo had nothing to hide from his personal bodyguard. He handed Cui Hongdu's letter to Cao Wenzong: "This is the matter. If I marry a fierce woman and come in, I may not have a good life in the future!"
"You don't have to worry about this, my lord!" Cao Wenzong said with a smile: "The Cui family of Qinghe has always attached great importance to etiquette, how can the daughter in the family be a shrew? If the Tian family grants marriage, you should be more careful!"
"That's true!" Wang Wenzuo breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thanking the feudal female virtue in his heart.
"But since you are going to marry your first wife, why don't the two elders in your family also make preparations? Are you ready, sir, for things like offering sacrifices to your ancestors?" Cao Wenzong asked casually. He saw Wang Wenzuo shaking his head and said in shock: "You didn't even prepare for this, so you went to propose marriage to Mr. Cui?"
"This -" Wang Wenzuo turned his head away in embarrassment to avoid the other party's sight: "I've been busy these days, so I forgot about it!"
"How can we forget such an important event?" Cao Wenzong said with a wry smile: "Fortunately, it's not too late now. How about I make a trip first and tell the two elders that you are going to marry Cui, so as not to upset the Cui family?" You know, I'm afraid you'll think I'm rude!"
Ahem!
Wang Wenzuo coughed twice: "I'd better do this myself. After all, I haven't returned to my hometown for a few years. I might as well go back this time to understand everything!"
"That's fine!" Cao Wenzong said with a smile: "You really should go and do it in person for this important matter of marriage. As the saying goes, if wealth does not return to its hometown, it is like traveling at night in fine clothes. Now that you are returning home like this, you will definitely be able to honor your ancestors!"
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"Guangzong Yaozu?" Lying on the bed, Wang Wenzuo complained with a bored look on his face: "My ancestor will not be born for hundreds of years! How glorious, how glorious!"
As a family slave who served in the army for generations, Wang Wenzuo was very reluctant to have any relationship with the so-called "family" from the bottom of his heart. Later, whether he was promoted or received a reward, the most he would do was send someone back to his hometown to bring a gift. Just do it, and as for myself, I just took a detour. The reason is simple. He really can't connect the word "family" with the word "family" between the guys who forced him to die on his behalf thousands of miles away; and he also knows that those people probably don't want to see him again. Since both parties don't want to see each other, it's better to never meet each other. Of course, he is not worried that his group of cheap relatives will reveal these secrets - with his current military exploits, as long as it is not the crime of treason, he can cover up any crime, and that family will be in big trouble.
But today, since we are marrying into a family of etiquette and law like the Cui family, we cannot avoid "the words of the matchmaker ordered by the parents." No matter how rich and powerful I am, marrying someone else's daughter will require three matchmakers and nine betrothals, and my parents will definitely not be able to get around this. No matter how much I don't want to see that group of people, I have to go back and smooth out the lie. Once the trick is done, even if I never see them again in this life, I can't escape this trip. When he thought of this, Wang Wenzuo felt a suffocation in the bear's belly, making him feel unspeakably depressed.
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