Li Xia, wearing armor and sword, walked through the garden path.
Behind him were Liu Jinsuo and more than ten of his subordinates.
A group of nursing home boys ran behind him, but they paid no attention to him.
Liu Jinsuo was walking and watching, and suddenly he said "Wow", quickly stepped forward to Li Xia, and murmured in a low voice.
"There's going to be a war soon, and this officer is still having sex with a prostitute. It seems he's not taking it seriously."
"Yeah?"
"My Liu Niang is the one who raises girls. You can tell at a glance that the old man in this pavilion is not serious, and the beautiful women are not serious either..."
Li Xia didn't pay much attention to Liu Jinsuo and quickly walked to the pavilion.
"Zhang Yuanwai, right?"
Zhang Yuanming's frosty face had already squeezed out a smile, but it froze when he heard the words.
Li Xia was more rude than he expected.
Even so, he still maintained his demeanor and said with a smile: "I, Zhang Yuanming, have met County Lieutenant Li."
Li Xia had a businesslike attitude and said, "Are the two warehouses of grain in the manor yours?"
"Li County Lieutenant loves to joke. How can the food in my house belong to others?" Zhang Yuanming stroked his beard and smiled, then turned to give instructions to the maid.
"Come here, let's get some wine."
"No need." Li Xia asked, "How much grain is there in the warehouse?"
Zhang Yuanming thought slightly in his eyes and said: "A thousand stones."
"So you have twenty hectares of land?"
"No, no." Zhang Yuanming waved his hand and said, "It's just renting or pawning some land. My family is a scholar and the farmland is self-sufficient."
"Really? I heard that Xuzhou's Dusui Grain Store is your business?"
"It's just selling the food stored at home to the hungry people at a cheap price." Zhang Yuanming sighed and said: "The word 'to spend the year' is taken from Yang Chengzhaigong's poem "Pity the Farmers", 'Having endured hunger to survive the remaining years, it is even more worthy of the years.
"Leon Tian Chang', Yang Gong and my great-grandfather are close friends."
Liu Jinsuo was worried that Li Xia would offend someone, so he hurriedly asked: "Who is Mr. Yang Chengzhai?"
Zhang Yuanming sneered slightly and said, "Have you ever heard of 'Little Lotus Shows Its Sharp Points'?"
"Have not heard."
"Yang Wanli Yang Gong."
Liu Jinsuo scratched his head and asked, "He was friends with your great-grandfather, so what?"
With one sentence, Zhang Yuanming became furious and stared at Liu Jinsuo fiercely.
At the end, he threw down his sleeve and said, "Li County Lieutenant, why did you bring this vulgar person to my home?"
"In the Battle of Mahujiang, the Song Navy has been defeated. The Mongolian army is about to attack. Food must be transported into the city immediately."
"Impossible." Zhang Yuanming didn't believe it and shook his head: "I..."
Li Xia tilted his head and said, "Knowing that Yuan Wai Zhang doesn't believe it, I brought a gift... a golden lock. Take it out and show it to Yuan Wai."
The box was opened, and inside was a Mongolian head.
Zhang Yuanming changed color in shock, took two steps back, pointed at the box, opened and closed his lips, but could not speak.
However, Yan Yunyun, the old prostitute in the pavilion, his eyes lit up, and he glanced at the bloody head, staring at Li Xia with extraordinary brightness.
She purred softly on purpose to attract Li Xia's gaze, and she bowed her head shyly, making secret glances at her.
Li Xia had already looked at Zhang Yuanming again.
Yan Yunyun originally thought about hooking up with this handsome and strong-minded county captain.
But with a glance, Li Xia obviously didn't like her at all.
Yan Yunyun was used to having fun, and Shengsheng understood this emotion best. He knew that if he got entangled, he would offend the other person. Then he thought about the fact that he was more than ten years older than the other person, so he had no choice but to calm down.
She glanced at Liu Jinsuo again and saw that he was poor. She frowned and turned away, but she was still thinking secretly in her heart.
"This little county lieutenant is so strange. At such a young age, he is so accustomed to seeing Fengyue... How is it possible? Or maybe I am wrong sometimes?"
…
"Li County Lieutenant, my grain cannot be transported to the county town." Zhang Yuanming finally came to his senses.
Li Xia said: "You want to make an enemy?"
Zhang Yuanming raised his hand, forced himself to calm down, and said with a smile: "How about inviting the county captain to the study for a detailed discussion?"
"No need. I'm not here to discuss with you, but to help transport food. And for the sake of the lives of everyone here, they must be sent to the county town and various villages for resettlement."
"The county captain is overly concerned. This Jiuqu Garden is heavily fortified and I should be able to protect myself. In addition, I would like to ask you a few words..."
Zhang Yuanming is still inviting Li Xia to the study. He has a lot to talk about in private.
But suddenly, Li Xia stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Let's go and transport food."
"County Lieutenant, this is..."
Li Xia pulled Zhang Yuanming directly into Liu Jinsuo's arms.
"Alang!"
There were many guards and servants around, screaming in surprise, but no one dared to step forward.
The moment he was hugged by Liu Jinsuo, Zhang Yuanming finally panicked.
It's not that he's unsmart, and it's not that he doesn't have calculations... But when the war catches him unawares, all his calculations are of no use.
He knew that many powerful men in the north formed strongholds to protect themselves when the Jin Dynasty fell, and eventually became Mongolian princes.
Whether he yearns for them or has no choice, when Sichuan and Shu are in danger, these are the people he can imitate.
However, a small county lieutenant pressed down with one hand and smashed this delusion into pieces.
This is the Song Dynasty, not the Jin Dynasty.
In the Song Dynasty, the power of town generals was taken away, and counties were governed by civilian officials under the jurisdiction of the central government. There were only Jin gentry and no powerful people.
…
Li Xia escorted Zhang Yuanming and walked towards the granary.
Along the way, he looked at those courtyards and walls and felt ridiculous.
Self-protection? Treat the Mongolian army as rogues...
Li Xia is very familiar with the eldest sister of Zhang Rou's family, and has heard her tell about Zhang Rou's formation of a stronghold.
To put it simply, it is definitely not like Zhang Yuanming who built some garden pavilions and recited poems and composed poems every day.
"Open a warehouse and transport grain."
Zhang Yuanming looked around and saw many civilians standing outside. It could be seen that Li Xia was determined to transport his family's food, and it was useless to say anything.
He was held down by those vulgar men. No matter how sad or unwilling he was, he could only shout: "Open a position."
Li Xia suddenly shouted: "Today we collect one thousand dan of grain from Zhang Yuanming's family, count it, and transport it to the county."
Zhang Yuanming was stunned and vaguely thought of something.
"Li County Lieutenant, how about we have a private chat?"
"No need." Li Xia turned his head and said calmly: "If you transport these thousand stones of grain into the county, the landlord's bookkeeper will make appropriate arrangements."
Zhang Yuanming's eyes widened with disbelief, but the idea in his mind had been confirmed.
"You! You... I have more than a thousand stones of food! What are you going to do?! I have more than a thousand stones!"
"That's the thousand stones you were talking about. The war is about to begin. Do you want to blackmail the county?"
"You...you, you, you, you, you dare to rob me?!"
Zhang Yuanming was furious and his beard and hair were spread out.
"You know me……"
The next moment, Liu Jinsuo didn't know what to hold against his back.
"be honest."
Zhang Yuanming was shocked again and hated him so much, but he didn't dare to speak anymore.
Li Xia was still calm and said: "Zhang Yuanwai, I'm not here to rob you, I'm here to protect your family. This is the truth."
As he spoke, he looked towards the north. I don't know if he was talking to himself or to whom, but he said another sentence.
"We don't even know what it's like outside Xuzhou City now..."
Outside Xuzhou City, there was a bloody storm.
"The painting boat enters Rongzhou in the rain, and the misty mountains cross Du Ruozhou."
Wu Lianghetai has marched to the outside of Xuzhou City.
From a strategic point of view, he wanted to go down the Yangtze River, join up with Tie Gehuo Luchi, Dai Da'er, Wang Dechen and other troops to surround Hezhou.
Hezhou is the top priority of the entire Sichuan-Shu battlefield.
He didn't have much time to attack Xuzhou.
This is the city at the head of the Yangtze River that "embraces the golden sea and controls Yunnan and Guizhou."
Located at the intersection of three rivers, the city is north of the Jinsha River and sandwiched between the Jinsha River and the Minjiang River. According to the power of the river, the walls are high and the city is strong.
The Mongolian army could not move its troops away, so they could only shoot arrows from the boats at the top of the city. It was not easy to capture.
But if we don't capture Xuzhou and go straight down the river, if there are still soldiers and horses in Xuzhou and we attack from behind... it will be very troublesome.
Wu Liang Hetai then stationed his troops in the open area on the south bank of the Jinsha River, and the navy moved across the river to attack the city.
While attacking Xuzhou, they sent out their exploration horses to burn, kill, loot and take captives.
His strategy was very simple. If he could capture Xuzhou, that would be enough. If he couldn't, he would also severely defeat the Song army, seize grain and grass, and destroy the Song army's ships.
The flames of war spread, Mongolian cavalry appeared in all directions, and cries shook the sky.
…
On November 24, Deputy Qianhu Nige led five centurions of Tanma Red Army, 300 Dali servants, more than 400 prisoners and three large ships, with a total of more than 1,000 people heading south along the Fujiang River.
They wanted to seize or destroy ships along the river, uproot counties and villages, and steal grain and grass.
It was night, in the Zhulong Village by the Fu River, there were screams, shouts of death, and laughter all night long.
Zana came out of a cottage, wiped his bloody scimitar, and ordered his servants to carry the food onto the boat.
He turned around and looked at the entrance of the village, and suddenly thought of the eight Mongolian soldiers who were attacked by the Song army while collecting food.
"Where did Song Bing come from?" Zana murmured.
They continued to move forward and entered Qingfu County...