Yu Jun

Cheng Taishan's sudden question was both a surrender and a test.

Wu Jin’s words were concise and concise: “It must be done.”

Cheng Taishan picked up the tea cup and took another sip, swallowing his worries and covering up his grief. He put down the tea cup, stretched out his hands to knead the roots of the mountain, and sighed heavily: "Qian Lan mentioned two people to me, Shi Yuan and Liu Boyu. .”

Wu Jin sat upright, put his hands on his thighs, and thought for a moment: "Shi Yuan can rest assured, Liu Boyu——"

He stood up and walked to the door, opened the door and called Yin Bei: "How many people can be called on right now?"

Yin Bei replied: "There are ten teams with 100 people. One team is in Kyoto."

"Split into two teams and go to Jeju. One team is ordered by Magistrate Cheng, and the other team looks for an opportunity to burn down Liu Boyu's ship and blame the city shipping department."

Cheng Taishan paused in rubbing the roots and raised his eyes to look at Wu Jin.

"Yes."

"Do you have a complete list of people employed in the house?"

"Yes, I'll get it right away."

Wu Jin closed the door and sat back. Seeing Cheng Taishan's doubts, he explained: "Liu Bo has a jade head with a rat on both sides. He likes to use human mules, which is harmful to Tianhe. It can be used, but it is not easy to use. If his ship is in Jeju If something happens, you must give up Shibosi and look for a backer. He will find a way to catch you. The situation when we look for him is completely different from when he looks for us."

Cheng Taishan saw that his face was easy-going and he could still be so calm under the great changes. He felt faintly frightened in his heart. He paused for a moment and then said: "Okay, I will take control of the dock as soon as possible."

He stood up to leave, but then remembered something: "After this incident, the emperor will definitely send a strong general to Kuanzhou as a military envoy to control finance and taxation and divide military power. You have to be careful."

Wu Jin smiled slightly: "The emperor will no longer employ people in Kuanzhou."

"Why?"

"If I were in his position, Kuanzhou would become a poisonous sore for me. I would have to cut out the flesh to treat the sore. I would first cut off the country's wealth and then station a large number of troops outside Jeju. We can advance, attack, retreat, or defend. Kuanzhou's military needs are like this It is so big that the wealth of one state cannot support it, and the wealth of the ten states will be exhausted. We will wait until Kuanzhou can no longer survive between the dynasty and the Jinlu, and then take action."

Cheng Taishan bowed towards Wu Jin: "Why not station troops in Jezhou?"

Wu Jin said: "In order to prevent the recurrence of poisonous sores, we have to be brave enough to cut off our wrists and dig out the surrounding carrion."

"How should Kuanzhou respond?"

"There is no need to deal with it. The chronic diseases of the country are deep. The redundant troops of various states total nearly [-]. The national money can no longer support it. If the emperor wants to raise elite soldiers, he has to spend money and cut down the clan. But who dares to serve as a sword? They all dare to It’s just a matter of adding miscellaneous taxes. Even if there are talented people, they will be bitten by all the silverfish.”

Cheng Taishan saw a glimmer of compassion in Wu Jin's eyes, which was gentle and not sharp. Perhaps he had this glint in his eyes when he was admonishing him to death.

Now that everything was clear, Cheng Taishan stood up and said goodbye. The door opened and servants were standing everywhere like wood carvings and clay sculptures. The snow had not yet settled in.

Wu Jin sent him to the door, but Cheng Taishan refused to let him go far away and left with a long stride. Wu Jin watched his back disappear into the wind and snow, then took the booklet sent by Yin Bei and went back to the house to read it carefully.

There are ten teams of A, B, C, D, E, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, and Gui in the book. Each person's name, date of birth, appearance, origin, place of destination, and where his family members are worshipped are all written. Very detailed.

After Wu Jin read it, he sat quietly for a moment, got up, walked to the desk, spread paper, polished ink, and wrote: "On October 30, the [-]th year of Yuan Zhang, the wind rose and thousands of waves were driven by the wind.

"Although the turmoil has stopped, chaos is about to come. Starting today, Hou Jing will take charge of the Liang Dynasty, establish Liu Yuping's authority as the founder of the rebellion, enrich the people of a state, and then enrich the people of the world. The workshop will first be equipped with fourteen works, wood work, The craftsmanship of sticks and drums, hemp, clay, stone, clay, barrels, and tiles can be scattered in Kuanzhou City. The people in the city are invited to be craftsmen for a hundred coins a day, and they can make fire oil, gunpowder, bows and crossbows. Pig iron work, armor work, and order sign work should be secretly established in Hengshan, and disabled and veteran soldiers should be hired as military craftsmen.

In addition to money, skilled craftsmen are indispensable. The workshops in the north and south of Kyoto have recruited good workers from all over the world. Only Ezhou has many river thieves who can make duck-bill arrows. Jingzhou has many mountain bandits who can produce bamboo and resist horses. Lingnan has many forged people who can make duck-bill arrows. For Bo Dao, you can go to these three places to find skilled craftsmen. As time goes by, the workshops will gradually flourish. Do not waste work in a hurry. The creation will not be refined. The weapons you make must be tested by yourself, and then according to the method.

If you start to do things gradually in this way, you will not suffer any damage to the weapons, but will do harm to them. "

Wu Jin thought about it carefully and changed it again and again, changing the fourteen works to 21 works, and selected 21 people to go to three places to find craftsmen, and so on. It was not until nightfall that he thought about the workshop from beginning to end.

He recited the diary several times and kept it in mind, then burned the diary. After drinking the medicine sent by Yin Bei, a bowl of walnut rock sugar water, and half a meat pie, he learned that Mo Lingfeng was still awake, so he simply took a rest. On the couch in the study room.

People are lying on the couch, but they can't sleep.

The candles in the house have been blown out, and he is plunged into endless darkness. The smallest sound becomes deafening. The charcoal ash collapses, the incense ash falls, the wind hits the doors and windows, and the dead branches sway, so close and clear.

The sounds in the front hall were vague and distant, people were crying, mourning flags were rolling in the cold wind, and all kinds of sounds were announcing death.

He didn't know if Mo Lingfeng woke up, but he knew that the night would eventually pass, leaving only the past in his heart, gradually fermenting.

……

Mo Lingfeng woke up at three o'clock in the morning and changed into coarse linen clothes. The nanny brought her a bowl of plain noodles. She sat at the table, not feeling hungry, and put down her chopsticks after taking two bites.

"Mother-in-law, has the tomb been set up?"

"It's set up. Mrs. Cheng is here. Don't worry. Mrs. Cheng also invited Mr. Wu."

"Mr. Wu who wrote a letter of criticism to Uncle Zhao?"

Auntie nodded quickly: "Yes, Mr. Wu also said that we should avoid my crying and wait until Xiao Lian is over before letting me go to the funeral."

Mo Lingfeng nodded: "Then I'll go tomorrow. When will the ground be broken?"

Auntie said: "We chose October 23rd to break the ground at Mao hour within the three-seventh day."

"Then the disaster book says where my brother went?"

"I didn't write it down, but after Mrs. Cheng asked about it, Mr. Wu said that his soul went south and landed in a family named Li in Tanzhou. He was born a man and his birthday was on the 24th noon of the first lunar month."

Mo Lingfeng was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "How long will it take to get to Tanzhou?"

"Going to Tanzhou?" Auntie didn't understand. "Tanzhou, it's very far away. We should soon catch up to Huzhou."

Mo Lingfeng lowered his eyes, thinking about the distance between Tanzhou and Kuanzhou. When he looked up again, he saw the scars on the nanny's face, which were so tight that they made her face distorted and she had difficulty breathing.

She thought of the fire at Guanyi and the lives of countless innocent people that had shaped her path. She reached out her hand and touched the burn scars on her nanny's face: "Mother-in-law..."

Grandma still felt inferior and embarrassed about this face, and lowered her head uncomfortably: "Girl, don't get your hands dirty, it won't last long, but I'm so old, and I don't have to get married. If I burn it, I'll burn it. Just keep me alive and watch you grow up."

Mo Lingfeng said: "Mother-in-law, I'm sorry." (End of Chapter)