Before a complete social structure was built, humans learned to war.

Over the past few thousand years, killing, victory and failure have accompanied the process of human society, and war has gradually developed from simply holding stones to extremely skilled and organized social activities.

Among them, at the time of war development, objective factors often play a significant role, such as climate and season.

Large groups of Mongolians went south to plunder often occurred in June and July, because the Mongols had passed by that time, and northern farmers were rushing to harvest mature crops, grain, and population.

However, similar scenes will not appear on the southeast coast. As long as you can land, Japanese pirates can go ashore to attack anywhere. Not to mention the cold winter, they insist on working overtime even on New Year's Eve.

Only in one situation, the Japanese pirates will be honest, that is, typhoon weather.

From early August, God seemed to have torn a hole, and heavy rain fell from the sky endlessly. From morning to night, the wind was raging. Qian Yuan, who was hiding in the house, didn't care, just biting the pen... The old man Lu Shusheng took out hundreds of questions in one breath.

However, Qian Yuan is not in the mood to write eight-legged essays today.

The strong wind outside whistled and blew off the roof tiles. A crisp sound of brokenness came. Qian Yuan took a deep breath and stared at the guard in front of him, "Confirm?"

"Confirm that someone has been found." The guard was named Liu Hong, who was bold and careful. After the New Year, Qian Yuan sent him to Shandong.

After walking back and forth for a few steps, Qian Yuan whispered: "You go back and bring two more guards..."

"Boom..."

The strong wind broke open the closed window and blew out the candles. The sudden thunder sounded overwhelmed Qian Yuan's words. The lightning followed through the sky and briefly illuminated the dark study room. Both of them looked gloomy and clear. After a moment, Liu Hong bent down and bowed.

With the arrival of the typhoon, Nie Bao's mood gradually improved. In this case, the Japanese pirates will definitely be honest and mobilize troops from Nanzhili, Guangxi and Shandong will have enough time.

In fact, Nie Bao went south to supervise the war in name, but in fact he was not responsible for any specific matters. On the one hand, he was cautious and unwilling to reach out, and on the other hand, various forces were also afraid of it.

So Nie Bao braved the heavy rain with a good mood and walked around the next door.

"who!?"

A vigilant shout.

The heavy rain was like a pearl stringed into a curtain, and everything was vague and difficult to see clearly.

There was no response, and the choking sound of the sharp blade coming out of the sheath immediately.

Nie Bao, wearing a straw hat and raincoat, stood under the eaves, looking at Yang Wen who was drawing his sword toward each other in shock.

"Grand Sima." Yang Wen put his waist on his knife and whispered loudly: "Gours to Grand Sima."

Although someone was drawn to each other, neither Nie Bao nor Master Zhou had any fear. The latter stared at Yang Wen with a deep meaning, and such an obvious reminder... What was the shameful thing that the scholar Songjiang inside was doing?

Master Zhou leaned into his head and looked in, while Nie Bao stood there expressionlessly without moving.

After a while, Qian Yuan walked out of the house with a smile on his face, "The visit of Shuangjiang Gong is so bright."

As Qian Yuan left the house, Master Zhou knew two of them, one was Wang Yi and the other was Zhang San, both of whom were guards around Qian Yuan. The other looked a little slight. Although his body was not stained with rain, his hair was wet, and it was obvious that he had just arrived in the rain.

When Nie Bao was welcomed into the house, Qian Yuan asked someone to make tea and said with a smile: "Songluo tea, but today there is no place to get water, so I just use rainwater to try it. "

"Why is Zhan Cai so stingy?" Master Zhou said dissatisfied: "A few days ago, someone sent this year's Mingqian Longjing here?"

"Haha, Mr. Zhou is so well-informed. Even the things in Huating County cannot escape Mr.'s eyes." Qian Yuan laughed and said, "But just that, they were all snatched away by Mr. Pingquan."

The Ming Dynasty Longjing was already rare, and it was even fewer to survive until now. Only high-ranking families in Hangzhou are qualified to enjoy it. The Ming Dynasty Longjing was sent by Zhao Wenhua.

While explaining, Qian Yuan looked at Nie Bao with a smile, thinking about finding a chance, but unexpectedly he bumped into the door.

"Sima, in your opinion, who is Qian?" Qian Yuan personally handed the teacup, "I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick? Is sinister and cunning? Is resourceful?"

Master Zhou looked at Nie Bao's face and interrupted and smiled: "Jiading, Chongde and the two battles, who don't know that the heroes of the Qian family are both wise and brave, and have both integrity!"

Qian Yuan's head was not even tilted, and he was still staring at Nie Bao.

Nie Bao raised the teacup and took a sip, saying, "Songluo tea is a famous tea in the world, but it's a pity that the rain is frivolous."

Nearly two years after coming to this era, and having a large number of scholars in this era, Qian Yuan barely adapted to this conversation rhythm.

The world's famous tea obviously refers to Qian Yuan's talent, which Nie Bao must also admit.

The word "frivolous" refers to Qian Yuan's nature, and to be precise, it refers to Qian Yuan's unsteady, which is a rebuttal that is neither light nor heavy.

Qian Yuan did not sit back, stood there, pointing his finger inward, "Qian thought he was filial piety, what do Grand Sima thinks?"

Master Zhou, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Just a few days ago, two old men from the Qian clan came to have a fight and scolded Qian Yuan for being unfilial... In terms of seniority, the other party has this qualification.

But Nie Bao quickly nodded and admitted that in his opinion, he went to Hangzhou to avenge his father and brother and cooked himself to make his widowed mother happy. There is no doubt that this is an absolute filial son.

Nie Bao, who was once the magistrate of Huating, knew very well that he was a clan member, but actually his enemies.

"Now, Qian's elder is only uncle." Qian Yuan obviously made up his draft and talked freely, "Xia Guixi was abandoned in the city, and his uncle resolutely wrote a letter to him and was exiled from the capital."

After a pause, Qian Yuan said seriously: "My uncle was given a job by the Grand Sima. Do you think he will be incompatible with the Yan Party?"

Everyone in the court and the country knew that Qian Zheng was as strong as a peak, with clear black and white. He wrote letters to Nie Bao and Xia Yan one after another, and Nie Bao had to nod and admit it again.

The words have been said very clearly. Qian Zheng and Yan Song are incompatible. How can Yan Song’s godson Zhao Wenhua be recruited? Will I be so unfilial to the arms of Yan Party?

The atmosphere inside the room was a little depressed. Master Zhou was about to smooth things over, but suddenly Qian Yuan spoke again.

He only heard him say quietly: "On the second day after returning to Huating, Mr. Pingquan mentioned... the Zhang family in Huating sent someone to inquire about the marriage."

Master Zhou shuddered and turned to look at Nie Bao. After Zhao Wenhua, Xu Jie also took action...

Naturally, the relationship between the Zhang family and the Xu family will not be ignored by Nie Bao. One is the second-level cabinet assistant, and the other is also a prominent family.

"So, Qian rushed to Taozhai Town on the third day."

Qian Yuan's last sentence moved Nie Bao. He couldn't help but get up and slowly walk forward, patting Qian Yuan on the shoulder.

Yan Song covered the sky with one hand in the court and was in power; Xu Jie, as the second assistant to the cabinet, would be the next chief assistant to the cabinet if nothing unexpected happened.

But the young man in front of him firmly abandoned them and chose Nie Bao.

Nie Bao knew very well that Qian Yuan was not a ignorant person, nor was he the kind of passionate young man. How could he not move such a decision be made?

The strong wind outside seemed to stop. Master Zhou looked at the scene with a smile, but then his mouth turned tilted unconsciously!

Qian Yuan solemnly fell to the ground, "My mother has decided to move to Hangzhou and ask the junior high schoolman Xu to escort along the way."

Even though Nie Bao had been through the officialdom for a long time, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and stood there, trying to say something... but he couldn't say anything.

Master Zhou looked at Nie Bao sympathetically. It’s really not a big deal about Dongweng... He had already blocked all the roads before!

People abide by filial piety and will not go against the wishes of their uncle Qian Zheng and fall into Yan Song's arms, so you don't have to worry that he will be recruited by Zhao Wenhua.

The others have firmly rejected Xu Jie's possible marriage recruitment.

People send their widowed mother to Hangzhou, which is filial piety.
Chapter completed!