Han Jiang smiled: "Uncle Shi, is this to exchange their lives for yours?"
Zhao Ruyu also smiled: "Chen Fuliang is a person who doesn't want his father to be in power, and so is Peng Guinian. For now, there are also some who don't want me to be demoted, and they will speak for me. I can write a letter to advise them not to care about my business anymore, and not mention Chen Fuliang, just say Huang Shang, you are different from you, nephew."
Zhao Ruyu could see clearly.
Not only did Han Jiang not retaliate for these people who wanted to bite Han Tuozhou, but he was approaching sincerely. He believed that Han Jiang had his own plans and that the one on this list was not for revenge.
Han Jiang thought for a moment: "Shi Bo, let's talk about the options."
Zhao Ruyu drank three glasses of wine in a row before saying, "Give me a glass of poisonous wine, and then give me a sorrow."
Han Jiang picked up a chopstick dish: "Have you thought about this?"
"kindness."
Zhao Ruyu had already thought about it. He was unwilling to be guilty of a treason and even if he could die, he would not be able to die.
I am afraid that generations of these descendants can't raise their heads.
Han Jiang said, "Give me a name."
"What do you want your name?"
"Zhu Xi's disciple poisons you. I will carry the Jin Dynasty's surname on him and then shave him alive. You are blinded. When you wake up, the uncle will expose this matter, but he discovered it, so poisoned you to death. You left a blood letter before you died, exposing this conspiracy."
Zhao Ruyu thought seriously about Han Jiang's words, and he was a little hesitant because he knew that the issue of giving the surname had nothing to do with Zhu Xi.
He didn't understand why Zhu Xi went to the Jin Dynasty to become an official.
All of this, he felt like a fool, and was beaten up by Zhu Xi.
"Okay, but you need two witnesses."
"Yeah." Han Jiang nodded.
Zhao Ruyu said, "Please invite three people to come together, one is Ye Shi, the other is Yang Jian, the last one is Lu Zujian, the Taifu. Ye Shi has opposed my thoughts several times and has always proposed to be exiled as an official. He is a middle-aged man. I will persuade them to testify for you for the other two, because they are not from your Han family."
Yang Jian and Han Jiang knew. This person was a student of Lu Jiuyuan and the School of Heart Studies.
The Lu School’s academic studies are different from Zhu Xi’s academic studies. Although they are both passed down from the Cheng School, their concepts are already different. Their school advocates putting virtue first.
Lu Zujian is not an ordinary person either.
His father and brother were Lu Daqi and Lu Zuqian. He was also the sixth-generation grandson of Lu Yijian. He was a descendant of famous families and a man with great prestige among the court and the scholars.
It seems that Zhao Ruyu is sincere.
"Okay." Han Jiang agreed, but Han Jiang proposed again: "I want Yang Dafa to listen when he sees them."
"Okay." Zhao Ruyu nodded, and then said, "Yang Dafa, your Han family's subordinate has taken a good move."
hehe.
Han Jiang just laughed dryly, then raised his glass of wine: "Don't worry, I promise that Shi's uncle will pass away in his sleep, and there will be no pain, and then the burial will be prosperous and then the position of royal title will be guaranteed. The only thing that makes me nervous is that my father will definitely be unhappy when he comes back."
Zhao Ruyu looked serious and raised his wine glass: "Thank you, I will leave a letter to your father. We have been friends for many years and have been fighting secretly for many years. We are considered true friends. Please."
"Shiwang, please!" Han Jiang drank the wine in the glass in one go.
After getting three lists, Han Jiang left Dali Temple and returned to Han Mansion and threw the list to Shidazu: "Brother Dazu, there are so many things."
Starzu listened one by one.
He was like Han Jiang thought, and Zhao Ruyu committed suicide in prison, claiming to the public that it was Zhu Xi's remaining party who poisoned the ban.
Han Tuozhou would definitely not be happy about this matter.
But the time is rare, and the arrow is on the string.
But I had to send it.
Shidazu sighed: "Shaojun, why don't I arrange someone to make a pair of soft armor for you."
"Is it so miserable? How about Wancheng?"
"There is no news yet, but with Mr. Xianlun here, Shaojun should be relieved."
"That's right. By the way, why did my brother Qing suddenly disappear again?"
Shi Dazu replied: "As soon as Brother Tongqing heard that he was going to take charge of Beidaying, he ran away the next day. He took a few concubines to Hezhuang, which obviously did not want to receive the seal from Beidaying."
Han Jiang looked at the sky and said, "Appoint it, I'll stay in Xishan Villa for a few days."
"Okay." Shi Dazu discovered that every time he did something shameful, Han Jiang didn't want to stay in Lin'an. But it didn't matter. Xishan was in the southwest corner of West Lake and Hezhuang was in the northwest corner of West Lake. It was not far away. If there was any urgent matter, he could come back within a day.
After Shi Dazu collected the three lists, he first arranged for Han Jiang to stay in Xishan Villa.
Let’s talk about Wancheng.
One hundred and twenty miles northeast of Wancheng, Ruzhou.
For Wancheng, Ruzhou is the most important line of defense for Xuzhou, and for Xuzhou, Ruzhou is also an important city that suppresses Wancheng.
The Yellow River broke its dam and went east from Bianliang. It can be said that the Jin Dynasty was full of disaster-stricken cities.
Some are big or small.
The grain prices in Xuzhou have risen to 8,000 yuan per stone of rice, and will also rise.
In the Bianliang era, the lowest grain price per stone was only 300 cigarettes. In the Lin'an era, the current average grain price was about 2,200 cigarettes per stone, which was the price of good rice.
Wancheng has food and salt.
Wancheng not only has the grain from the original Jin Dynasty’s Dagar, but also the grain from Guangdong and Guangxi that is constantly transported from the Yangtze River.
Even Wancheng has wine and a lot of wine.
The grain price in Wancheng is currently around 2,800 cents of brown rice, and the refined rice is only 3,500 cents per load.
But all grain merchants in Wancheng were controlled by Han Jiang, and the grain was purchased based on household registration documents.
Xuzhou is not a severely affected area. The rice price has reached 8,000 minus per stone. Xuzhou has gathered at least 30,000 refugees from the eastern counties.
The soldiers in Wancheng wanted to attack Ruzhou in order to open up the way for the victims to go to Wancheng.
Xuzhou naturally cannot tolerate such things.
The two armies are about to fight. Although it is already evening, the Wancheng Army is obviously not ready to wait until tomorrow, and the battle formation has been placed in the Jin Dynasty with an arrow.
Liu Xianlun complained: "In fact, it is easier to take down Shangkou Town."
Meng Zongzheng smiled and said, "Mr. Xianlun, Ruzhou is the territory of the old Han family. This time I don't take it back and I can't get over it. After fighting Ruzhou, I will turn around and attack Shangkou Town."
Liu Xianlun didn't respond. He knew that strategy sometimes also requires consideration of morale among the military.
Ruzhou is just under his nose. If he gives up like this, the old Ruzhou army from the Han family must be feeling uncomfortable.
Old General Zhao Fang was only concerned about the current affairs. He asked: "But there is a signal coming, is the encircled troops in place? This Jin soldier must not be let go."
Meng Zongzheng called the messenger, only knowing that the signal had not been sent yet.
Chapter completed!