He brought hundreds of riders with him, which may not seem like many, but they are all good riders.
Out of caution, he also invited Ning Yayun.
On the official road, a horse was pulling a horse, and more than ten sergeants laughed dryly and backed away. A clerk shouted in a trembling direction: "Where did it come from?"
"Northern Xinjiang!"
Yang Xuan dismounted and walked over.
"Follow!"
Lin Feibao followed with two horned dragon guards.
More than ten sergeants can clear it out in just a moment.
The clerk tried to keep calm, "Identity!"
Yang Xuan approached and said with a smile: "Northern Xinjiang, Yang Xuan!"
The dozen or so sergeants originally had their swords drawn in their hands, but upon hearing this, their swords fell to the ground.
Everyone’s face is pale!
The clerk asked in a trembling voice: "Where are you going, Lord?"
There are checkpoints all over the Tang Dynasty.
Checkpoints are generally set up on the only way to pass, and the responsibility is to check travelers and merchants.
People in the Tang Dynasty had to apply for a road guide when traveling far away. Without a valid reason, you could not take a step outside the local area, otherwise you would be caught at the checkpoint, and you would be jailed at the least, or exiled at the worst.
Guarding checkpoints is hard work, but there are also outsiders. For example, if you meet a businessman, you will usually ask for some benefits. The evil-minded may even dare to blackmail you. The clerk and others got more than 20 yuan in benefits today, and they are happily thinking about going back to fight.
Went for some drinks, but unexpectedly met Yang Xuan.
According to the rules, unless the Duke of Qin can produce a document of permission from the DPRK, or there is a legitimate reason, such as going to Chang'an to attend the DPRK meeting at the end of the year, he cannot step out of northern Xinjiang.
Yang Xuan was followed by hundreds of guards, and their number was not enough for one attack.
But as if by some strange coincidence, the clerk still asked.
Why did hundreds of guards come to Sangzhou?
Invasion, too few troops.
It's not an invasion, is it just for fun?
The clerk didn't know that he had guessed what Han Ji was saying.
"Come find a place to drink!"
Yang Xuanwen said warmly: "Maybe I can go there?"
Jielong said: "Why should the Duke be so kind to him?"
He Lianyan said: "Does this person have any quarrel with the Duke?"
Jielong shook his head.
Does the dignified Duke of Qin have a serious relationship with a petty official?
No, there is no contradiction between them.
Then, you can naturally be patient.
If Mr. Sangzhou were here instead, Qin Guogong would not be so kind.
This is where the benefits lie.
He Lianyan understood this truth when she was twelve years old. Therefore, she had never hated the emperor's uncle before. It was not until she learned that the person who reported her was the emperor's uncle that she vowed to kill him.
The clerk shivered and said, "Yes!"
There was no stopping him as a bachelor.
Watching Yang Xuan and others go away, he turned around and shouted: "Go and tell the envoy quickly that the tiger from northern Xinjiang is coming!"
…
"play?"
Wu Yun felt that this excuse was an insult to himself.
Han Ji smiled and said: "The Duke is exhausted physically and mentally, but he has traveled all over northern Xinjiang, so he thought of coming to Sangzhou to see it. The Duke said that Wu Shijun is a noble and generous person, and he will not refuse if he thinks about it."
Wu Yun said coldly: "Can I refuse?"
Han Ji said: "The Duke should have entered Sangzhou at this moment."
Wu Yun turned around and said, "Please don't stop me at all checkpoints. I'm waiting for Duke Qin here."
"Oh! The Duke said not to come here yet," Han Ji said.
Wu Yun had veins jumping on his forehead, "Where on earth is Duke Qin going?"
"Su County!"
"Su County?"
Wu Yun and Xiao Lan exchanged glances.
Sangzhou is not rich to begin with, and Su County is the poorest place in Sangzhou.
Why would Yang Xuan go to Su County if he had nothing to do?
Han Ji held up his hand and said, "Yes, Su County." "Su County is poor and has many daring people. I can send some people there to protect Duke Qin." Wu Yun tried.
If Yang Xuan leads a large army, I will run away without a second thought.
"How dare the Duke come to seek death with hundreds of guards and a few thieves!" Han Ji said with a smile.
Hundreds of guards also
good.
Han Ji handed over his hand and said, "I live in the city. If you have anything to do, you can just give me your orders."
After he left, Xiao Lan gritted his teeth and said: "Sangzhou has no places of interest, let alone famous mountains and rivers. In terms of scenery, Northern Xinjiang has more. Yang Xuan came to Su County, I'm afraid he has another agenda."
"I know." Wu Yun lazily took a sip of tea.
"Your Majesty, if someone reports this, your Majesty will not be impeached. Otherwise, you will lose your official position..."
Xiao Lan suddenly smiled bitterly.
He forgot that Wu Yun wanted to resign and go home to paint.
"If that's the case, that's great!" Wu Yun said longingly, "I'm even looking forward to Yang Xuan making some noise. Don't be too big, otherwise I'll have to go to jail. It's not big or small, it's just enough for me to get out...
…”
Xiao Lan couldn't laugh or cry, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid that Yang Xuan will try to seize Sangzhou from me!"
"I won't do it." Wu Yun said firmly: "Unless he wants to rebel, how else can he plot to capture Sangzhou? If he rebels, he can capture Sangzhou with just a small force, so there is no need to take risks himself."
Shijun seems to be obsessed with painting, but he knows the situation very well in his heart.
Xiao Lan felt relieved, "That's it, just sit back and watch!"
Wu Yun stretched out his hand to gesture in the air and said casually: "However, this matter is related to the fate of Sangzhou."
Didn't you say it's okay?
Xiao Lan smiled bitterly, "Your Majesty, please speak clearly."
Wu Yun stopped his hand and said quietly: "The Duke of Qin captured Longhua Prefecture, which made Bei Liao and Chang'an fearful, and both sides joined forces to persecute him. At this time, if he is not in Tao County to deal with the salt crisis, why did he come to our Sang Prefecture?
If you think about it carefully, the thing that can make him take time to come to Sangzhou, at least, will not be smaller than the salt matter. Such a big thing happened to me in Sangzhou, Lao Xiao, we are in great danger!"
Xiao Lan's legs felt a little weak, "Then you are so calm and calm!"
"I've been like this since I was a child!" Wu Yun said innocently: "Besides, can we object?"
Xiao Lan shook his head.
"Since you can't resist, just hold it in."
Wu Yun continued painting in vain for a while, and said with satisfaction: "Su County is a poor place! It actually alarmed Yang Xuan. I really want to see what treasures there are in that place."
Su County has a lot of saline-alkali land, so there is little cultivated land, and the harvest from the small amount of cultivated land is not as good as 70% of that in other places.
Wu Yun ruled by doing nothing, and Su County could only follow the trend.
But there is an advantage to doing nothing. Su County reported that the harvest this year was not good. Wu Shijun waved his hand and exempted taxes...Then the Ministry of Revenue scolded him and wanted to punish him.
Wu Yun lay down directly, took off his official hat, put his official seal on the table, turned around and said happily: "I'm leaving."
But the people are reluctant to part with it!
So he was intercepted and brought back. The local powerful men wrote to Chang'an and told the story. The officials were speechless and the households wanted to cry.
There is nothing anyone can do when faced with this kind of meat on a hob.
Therefore, everyone in Su County shouted for Wu Qingtian. Whenever Wu Yun wanted to be transferred, the people of Su County were the most excited. They flocked to the outside of the state to persuade Wu Yun to stay, regardless of the rules of the road.
This can be regarded as Wu Yun's self-defense. "Wu Shijun is a good person!"
Jingsong stood outside Qingyun Temple and said to his eldest disciple Yunxiu.
Jingsong is thin and thin, wearing a Taoist robe as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
Yunxiu was different. He was a little fat. Hearing this, he said with a sad face: "Master, I'm afraid Wu Shijun is leaving!"
"Go away!" Jingsong said disdainfully: "If he really wants to leave and makes a mistake, can the Chang'an official department still tolerate him?"
Yunxiu was stunned by Master, "What Master said makes sense."
He was stroking his beard with a quiet pine, and he was wearing a Taoist robe that swayed in the wind, which gave him a certain charm of immortality. "Chang'an is not a good place. I heard that the emperor and the abbot wanted to conquer the northern border, hey! It can't be done well! This is the Tang Dynasty.
It’s over.”
In front of the Taoist temple, several disciples were sweeping. Behind them in the main hall, the statues looked a little bleak in the morning wind.
"Can't you?" Yunxiu said: "Didn't the master say before he left that our Qingyun Temple still has a thousand years of destiny. Since our Qingyun Temple is here, the Tang Dynasty will naturally be here!"
"Your grandpa drank too much."
"Didn't Master say that the Patriarch attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven?"
“How can the Tao be so easy to cultivate?
...Dare I ask who is the kind person?" Jingsong suddenly walked down the steps and looked outside the door.
Knock knock knock!
A disciple went to open the door and saw more than ten men outside. The leader looked a little naive and turned around: "Mr. Lang."
"Is the door open?"
A man came slowly from behind and said with a smile: "Is this the Qingyun Temple?"
The disciple nodded, "Exactly. A good person is..."
The man said: "I missed my dormitory last night and stayed out in the cold all night. I found this place early in the morning. Please get me some food to satisfy my hunger. Thank you very much. Brother!" The naive man took out a bunch of money and was reluctant to part with it.
Pass it to the disciple.
The disciple turned around and said, "Master, I am a traveler who missed Sutou."
"Please come in!"
The disciple turned around and said, "Please."
"Thank you!"
More than ten men filed in, and the horses were left outside under guard.
"I've met the Taoist priest!"
The man is Yang Xuan.
Jingsong bowed his head and said, "Good man."
Yang Xuan said: "I'm sorry, Taoist Priest."
"Little things."
Jingsong ordered, "Let Yun He, the cook, cook more...how many people?"
"Twelve people." Yang Xuan smiled.
"Twelve people!" Jingsong nodded, "If you want to wash up, you can go to the laundry area on the right."
"Thank you!"
Everyone went to wash up.
"I've already done it once." Wang Laoer muttered.
After washing up, the sun came up.
Breakfast consisted of steamed pancakes and dried vegetables stewed with tofu, which were steaming hot. Yang Xuan's food was very sweet. He took several bites of pancakes and ate a bite of stew from time to time. At first glance, he was not a wealthy man.
Wang Laoer was not slow to eat, and he swept away the cooking cakes on the plate in a few times. When other Taoists saw that the plates were empty, they went to bring a stack, and Wang Laoer ate through three of them with just one chopstick.
Everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak out!
Wang Laoer took a bite and said, "It's so chewy!"
He had never eaten such chewy cooking pancakes before, and he looked around for the cook, as if he wanted to kidnap the cook.
Yang Xuan also thought that the cooking cake was good, let alone Lin Feibao and others, these people were full of energy and enjoyed their meals...
After a while, the food was gone.
Yang Xuan looked at Jingsong awkwardly.
These are obviously a bunch of losers!
Jingsong smiled and said, "There's more, there's more!"
He couldn't eat anymore, so he gave his eldest disciple Yun Xiu a look, and the two of them went out one after another.
"This group of people is not right!" Jingsong said: "There are many evil spirits in those ten or so big men!"
Yunxiu said: "Master, I feel that the man's smile makes me feel flustered."
"Which one?"
"That's the one who talked to us."
"Taoist Master."
While talking, Yang Xuan came out and said, "Thank you very much."
"You're welcome." Jingsong narrowed his eyes at him, "I wonder how long it will take for the good man to leave?"
This eviction order is not polite.
"I haven't slept all night, so I would like to ask the Taoist priest to allow me to rest for half a day."
"Just half a day?"
"Just half a day!"
Jingsong breathed a sigh of relief.
Later, Yang Xuan appeared behind.
He Lianyan, who was disguised as a man, followed, looked at the barren land, and blurted out, "It's so big!"
Yang Xuan nodded, "It's very big, look at the salt well."
A salt well is just a pit with a pool of water inside.
"This is brine."
Yang Xuan took a piece of dead branch and tried it down, but it was not deep.
"My lord, there are more here."
Helianyan pointed to the side.
There were dozens of pits along the way, and Yang Xuan tried them one by one, but none of them were deep.
"These Taoists can dig a hole to get salt water, and they are too lazy to dig deep. But we have to try."
Yang Xuan took the hoe and the two of them went far away.
Behind him, Jingsong appeared.
"Are these two playing?"
Yunxiu said.
Jingsong was also very puzzled, "This salt well is more than a hundred years old, and no one cares about it." Salt production in the northwest has been large-scale, and as the scale increases, the cost has come down.
Except for remote areas, it has swept almost all salt wells.
Taoists are quiet and inactive. There is a salt well in their backyard, which is only for their own enjoyment. If it were a businessman, they would have developed it to make money.
Jingsong looked at the two digging holes in the distance, shook his head and said: "The price of salt outside is so cheap, why do you come here to dig? It seems like you have enough to eat."
Yunxiu said: "I always feel that that man is a little weird."
"You must have eaten too much. If so, you will be hungry for half the day."
"Master, you can't!"
"go back!"
Yang Xuan waved the hoe, looking quite professional.
"Is there any?"
Helianyan asked.
"puff!"
Yang Xuan suddenly stopped, squatted down, pulled away a layer of soil with his hands, and brought up a ball of something.
He held the thing up and looked at the sky.
The corners of his mouth gradually turned up.
This is a crystal.
Yang Xuan licked it.
"Lang Jun, how does it taste?" He Lianyan asked.
"Yes, you try it!" Yang Xuan handed the crystal to her. Even though they had been intimate, Helianyan still blushed and licked it.
salty!
It was so salty that she frowned.
But gradually the eyebrows relaxed.
"This is all salt!"
"Go ahead and dig a hole!"
The two of them continued to go further away.
Lin Feibao and others also came.
A group of people were digging holes in this wasteland.
"Come out."
Wang Laoer shouted while holding a ball of crystals, then took a bite and spat it out with a grimace.
Yang Xuan straightened up and looked wherever he could...
"Duke!"
Everyone gathered around him, their eyes bright.
"It's all salt!" Yang Xuan pointed to his feet and said, "Under our feet is a big salt mine."
"Is it enough for us northern Xinjiang people to eat?" the old thief asked.
"Not just Northern Xinjiang, the entire North, the entire Tang Dynasty!" Yang Xuan held a crystal in his hand and said, "Invite Jingsong here, we should talk about buying this land.
Yang Xuan threw away the crystal, clapped his hands, and walked slowly. He looked a little dazed, and Lin Feibao followed, "Does the Duke think something is wrong?"
Yang Xuan shook his head.
"Old Lin."
"exist!"
"I have a doubt now."
"The Duke just says, I will do it!"
Yang Xuan turned around and looked at him, "Northern Xinjiang has been cut off from salt, and there is a large salt mine in Sangzhou. Old Lin, tell me, is this luck of mine?"
"It doesn't count." Lin Feibao shook his head, "This is destiny!"