Outside the Liulichang, Zuo Rong held a bottle of recently produced tripod-shaped colored glaze and stroked it proudly.
Just adding a small amount of copper and iron can add different colors. Although it is not uniform, it is completely different from the original batch.
Now that they are said to be from the Fairy Mountain, no one will doubt them.
"What are you thinking about? I'm almost crying."
A familiar voice came from behind. Zuo Rong immediately held the glazed cauldron and wanted to claim credit from Lin Mo. The latter waved his hand directly and pulled him to a corner.
"Is there a team of treasure hunters?"
"Treasure thief?"
There is a team under Cao Cao that specializes in this business, and they are called Mojin Captains, but the common name is Mobao Thieves. Zuo Rong asked in confusion: "Is Marquis Wen's military expenditure so tight?"
"Just tell me if you have it?" Lin Mo didn't explain.
"There are more than a dozen people in my house who used to do this."
Zuo Rong said with a look of embarrassment: "However, Xuzhou does not have imperial tombs or marquis tombs like Yuzhou and Guanzhong, otherwise they would not have become serfs in my house."
"Just have it."
Lin Mo chuckled and took out a piece of silk cloth from his arms, "I went to Peicheng and Xiaoguan a few days ago. It shouldn't be a big problem for Peicheng. Song Xian and Hou Cheng have defended the city very well.
But Xiaoguan is a little worse. This is limited by the terrain and there is nothing I can do about it, so I am going to make some modifications. "
Zuo Rong took the silk cloth and inspected it carefully, and soon showed a confused look on his face, "This is about seven or eight miles long, and it leads to the mountain west of Xiaoguan. With just a dozen or so people here, how many people are there?" I can’t finish it in ten years.”
"It's okay. I told Hao Meng before I left that they will be responsible for guiding when the time comes, and General Hao will send his personal guards to help."
After Lin Mo finished speaking, Zhe Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a solemn expression: "This is not a small expense, dear brother, you have to have an idea in your mind."
"I know this. Pengcheng's treasury can no longer come up with extra money." Lin Mo looked straight at Zuo Rong.
"Brother Xian, please don't look at me. I am living with my belt tightened." From Lin Mo's ambiguous eyes, Zie Rong had a bad premonition.
"Why don't I write you an IOU? You also know that the profits from this batch of Liuli will definitely be huge."
Lin Mo laughed, hugged Zuo Rong, and said with a smile: "After the Mi family left, who didn't know that you, the chief minister of Zuo, are the richest man in Xuzhou? Such a small amount of money can't trouble you."
"Okay, if you ask me, dear brother, I will risk my life."
Zuo Rong made a decision that went against his heart and asked attentively: "How much do you want to borrow?"
"I estimate it's fifty thousand gold."
"Brother Xian, I remembered that I was boiling soup at home and forgot to turn off the heat, so I won't be with you anymore. Let's drink tea together when we have time."
Just as Zuo Rong was about to apply oil on his soles, Lin Mo pulled him back and used a powerful move to lock the man.
Before Lin Mo could say anything, Zhe Rong shouted, "You are so stupid. You asked for 50,000 gold. Look at Brother Yu's valuables. You can cut them off and sell them!"
This reaction is reasonable.
Fifty thousand gold would not completely drain Zuo Rong, and his vitality would definitely be severely damaged.
"I've already said it's a debt, so why not owe it to me? Can't Liuli earn tens of thousands of gold?"
Lin Mo restrained Zhe Rong so that he could not move. It can be seen that Zhe Rong, whose wealth is as important as his life, was so powerful that he could not give in. He did not let go even when he was about to die.
This batch of colored glaze can indeed be sold for a sky-high price, but the business of playing with rare goods is a long-term business, so the speed of making money cannot be too fast. Zuo Rong's sensitivity to money made him instinctively want to reject Lin Mo.
Money is only money when it is in your own pocket. When it is in other people's pockets, it is just a number.
"Before returning to Pengcheng, my father-in-law told me that he was going to let Liu Ziyang serve as the prefect of Langya. I said at the time that I wanted you to take the post, and my father-in-law reluctantly agreed.
But since Grand Commander Zuo doesn’t trust me, then forget it. "
Lin Mo let go of his hand, looking like he was let down, shaking his head, and left with his hands behind his back.
Langya Prefect Wenhou promised to give it to me?
Zuo Rong's spirit was lifted up, and he stood in front of Lin Mo. Then he beat his chest with grief and said, "Brother Xian, who do you think Brother Yu is, seducing me with the position of Langya Prefect? Even if you sell me, it's not worth it. How much money.
but"
Before Lin Mo could react, Zuo Rong Dayi said solemnly: "Marquis Wen often teaches us that we have to find a solution to any huge difficulty. As long as we persist, there are always more solutions than difficulties.
Although everyone in the world knows that I am as poor as water and have the wind in my sleeves, I am willing to borrow it for my virtuous brother.
Let me tell you in advance, I am not here for the position of Langya Governor, what I value is the sincere loyalty of our brothers. "
leave.
Lin Mo pushed Zuo Rong in disgust and kept a foot away. Now he understood a little bit why Emperor Ling and Emperor Huan both liked to sell their official positions and titles. They made money quickly.
Then he crossed his arms and looked down at Zuo Rong, sneering: "Hurry up and take out the money, don't miss anything."
"Okay, okay, I'll go back and make arrangements right away, but Xiao Guan's transformation doesn't cost fifty thousand gold."
Lin Mo sighed, rubbed his brows and said weakly: "Of course it won't be used, because the 30,000 gold will be used to add drainage to Pengcheng."
History has completely changed, and the flooding of Xuzhou may not happen again.
However, it is only possible.
After all, the power of Cao's army is so huge that the old father-in-law at this stage cannot compete head-on. If Xiaoguan and Peicheng are lost, Pengcheng is the last fortress and cannot be lost.
Being poor means being a little poor, but you have to do some things.
However, the drainage system in this era is already relatively developed. Lin Mo just needs to find a way to get some money to implement it, otherwise it will be too much for him to figure out a solution.
While the two were discussing the details, Lu Lingqi broke in and said, "Father is back and wants you to return to the general's mansion as soon as possible!"
Lin Mo frowned, there must be something urgent, "Let's go!"
Back at the house, after listening to Lu Bu's explanation, Lin Mo was relieved at first. After all, it was not his family that was in trouble, and it was a good thing after all.
Then I realized something was wrong.
The military situation on the front line is extremely urgent. As the leader of the nine counties, he actually came back to ask for advice. This is a bit outrageous.
My old father-in-law never deceived me. He really only believed in his own family.
Lu Bu is a good father-in-law, but not a good lord. If he doesn't correct this habit, sooner or later he will end badly.
But now is not the time to take political lessons with my old father-in-law. We have to settle the military affairs first.
Lin Mo walked to Shuai'an and rummaged around for a while, then took out a parchment drawing, which was the topographic map of Anfeng, and began to look at it carefully.
According to what the old father-in-law said just now, Cao Jun has probably passed Runan by now. Judging from the time, it will take five or six days to reach the Anfeng front line.
However, Anfeng, like Lujiang, has many water veins, so the march will inevitably be delayed, and it may be possible to gain an extra day or two.
But this refers to the marching time of Cao Cao's army. For a team of 30,000 people, the vanguard must be no less than 5,000 people. These people are one or two days faster than the Chinese army.
Therefore, the time when Liu Bei will encounter Cao Jun's attack can only be determined to be four or five days later.
"Looking at you like this, do you think Liu Bei should be saved?" Lu Bu asked tentatively.
"Of course we need to save him!"
Lin Mo did not take his eyes away from the map and said in a deep voice: "Jia Xu is right, once Cao Jun is allowed to station in Anfeng, we will fall into a passive situation where it is difficult to take care of the end.
I don't like Liu Bei either, but he is at the end of his rope now and poses no threat to us. Keeping him can only strengthen the defense on the flanks. "
After receiving the confirmed answer, Lu Bu let out a long breath and said, "I have asked Bo Ping to order the troops. We can set off early tomorrow morning. We should be able to rush to the rescue before Cao's army arrives."
There are still a thousand cavalry in the city to escort Lin Mo back, and they must be taken to the front line. Fortunately, the number is not large, so as long as they bring the rations, they can set off immediately without wasting time.
The only trouble is getting trapped in the camp. They are heavy armored infantry. Even if they don't wear armor, they still need to be transported with the army. They will definitely not be able to participate in the war.
Lu Bu twisted his wrist, looking full of fighting spirit. After waiting for so long, he could finally compete with Cao Jun again.
Lin Mo was not as relaxed as him, with a serious look on his face.
Judging from the map, there is no usable terrain. Of course, there may be terrain off the map that has not been discovered, but Lin Mo has found nothing so far.
If they just rushed to the front line in such a hurry, not to mention whether Liu Bei had his head smashed by Cao Cao, this hasty response would definitely lead to failure.
Cao Cao only used 30,000 troops in order to pursue mobility. Naturally, these 30,000 troops should also be his most elite troops. Even if they fight with all their strength, they may not have a chance of winning, let alone such an emergency.
Lin Mo clenched his chin with tiredness in his eyes. It seemed that this game of chess was really hopeless.
Our most elite troops are not on the front line, so let Liao Shen lead his troops to hold back Cao Cao's vanguard? It's a bit unrealistic.
In fact, it can be said that whether Liu Bei dies or not has nothing to do with the overall situation, but once Anfeng is stationed by Cao Cao, he will fall into a great passive position strategically.
Cao Cao's power will be like a pair of pliers coming from the southeast and two fronts, and at the same time, his military advantage will be maximized.
How to save it?
Lin Mo couldn't figure this out until night.
He was lying on the lazy chair, with his right hand in front of his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
If you think about it seriously, as long as there is a way to hold Cao Jun's vanguard, after the front is frustrated, the extra few days on our side will be enough to prepare.
Then forming a rivalry with Liu Bei, it may be possible to contain Cao's army.
They were marching at such a speed, and they certainly didn't bring much food and grass. As long as they were delayed for a month or two, they would have no choice but to retreat.
The problem is how to block Cao Jun's vanguard.
There are 20,000 troops stationed in Jiujiang led by Liao Shen, but most of the 20,000 troops are Yuan Shu's old troops, and their combat effectiveness is probably far less than that of Cao's elite army.
And there are no cavalry yet
No, there are cavalry. There are more than a thousand cavalry among Zhang Xiu's eight thousand Xiliang soldiers.
Are you going to fight for all of this?
It's really hard work. Whether he can defeat Cao Jun's vanguard or not, let's not talk about who will deal with the subsequent elite army. Don't let him have the idea of taking Jiujiang out of thin air.
It would be best if Liu Bei could hold Cao Jun's vanguard on his own.
Lin Mo's brain was running rapidly, and adrenaline was secreting crazily. Unknowingly, Lin Mo even substituted himself into Liu Bei's camp. Countless battles at home and abroad in ancient and modern times were replayed at this moment.
Anfeng, a dilapidated administrative center, weak combat power, and an irreplaceable right time and place.
I don't know how long it took, but Lin Mo's body suddenly trembled, like the body's natural reminder reaction when he was half asleep and half awake, but his tired eyes were full of excitement.
"This trick of stealing from the master just happens to be in ruins now. It should work. Other than that, there seems to be no other way."
Lin Mo stood up and walked to the desk aside and started writing quickly.
After finishing all this, Lin Mo stretched out.
Everything that needs to be done has been done. Whether he can survive depends on Uncle Liu Huang's own luck.
There was no words all night, and early the next morning Lu Bu, Gao Shun, and a thousand cavalry were waiting at the gate of the east city.
Lin Mo came over and said straight to the point: "My father-in-law may want to take the first step."
"Why? Won't Cao Jun arrive in four days? We should be able to catch up at the normal speed of our trip."
Lu Bu didn't seem to have a sense of time urgency, which was normal. After all, the fire had not reached his home.
"We can catch up, but we don't have time to deploy."
Lin Mo could only tell his estimated time and circumstances for the battle, and handed the prepared bamboo slips to Lu Bu, "By the time we arrive at the front line, the first battle will probably have started, and only Lord Yue-Zhang's Red Rabbit Horse is one step ahead. Only by arriving can it be possible to save Liu Bei."
Lu Bu held the bamboo slip, nodded, and said with a smile: "You can be considered as a plan to defeat Cao's army from thousands of miles away. It is an unprecedented feat and you should leave a good name.
I knew it was right to come back to you! "
Then he looked at Gao Shun and said, "Boping, protect Yunwen!"
"Here!"
When he was about to ride away, Lin Mo stopped him again. What he said just now reminded Lin Mo unintentionally.
There is a difference between superiority and inferiority. As a son-in-law, of course he cannot tell his father-in-law anything, but there are some reminders that I have to say.
"Master-in-law, your actions this time will easily chill the hearts of your subordinates. Don't let them think that our camp is impenetrable and impenetrable. Otherwise, sooner or later, they will find it difficult to achieve their ambitions, and in the end they may even leave depressed. "
Lu Bu frowned, understanding the meaning of Lin Mo's words. He even clearly remembered the disappointed expressions on Liu Ye and Chen Deng's faces at that time. This kind of natural favoritism would be difficult to change in a while.
"As our territory expands, sooner or later my son-in-law will be on his own like Uncle Wenyuan, and he will never be able to accompany his father-in-law all the time.
If you ask someone every time you have any doubts, the people below will feel that their existence is meaningless at all.
In fact, if everyone agrees unanimously like this time, the father-in-law should also firmly believe in them. "
"What if they have different opinions?" Lu Bu asked with a smile.
Lin Mo subconsciously wanted to say that Jia Xu's ability was the most outstanding, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that such a statement was inappropriate. In the end, he could only say helplessly: "Just like Guangling's appointment, the decision is weighed and adopted. Firstly, the people below cannot figure it out. My father-in-law’s thoughts; secondly, it can also catch the rain and dew, so that no one is left out in the cold."
This kind of balancing technique is actually the golden mean. If he is not by his side, only this golden mean can allow him to better control the group of counselors.
Lu Bu nodded slightly and patted Lin Mo's arm, "I know, don't worry, get used to it slowly."
Then he jumped on the red rabbit horse and looked back at the two of them, "I'll wait for you in Jiujiang!"
Having said that, he walked away
(End of chapter)
