About two or three days later, according to Chang Shiro's words, two thousand carts of grain were brought back and forth in the wind and snow, and the densely packed large area filled the open space of Horseshoe Lake.
"Chang Wei, come in and have a sip of hot tea." Xu Mu took the gold bar box and put it in Chang Wei's hand in front of him. He had always had a good impression of Chang Shiro's leader.
Chang Wei put the gold bars away without any change in his expression. Without a word of support, he turned around silently and got on his horse to leave.
Xu Mu knew without guessing that Chang Silang probably warned him something.
After riding for two or three miles, Chang Wei suddenly came back and stopped hesitantly in front of Xu Mu, with a troubled expression on his face.
"I asked Xiao Dongjia why he wanted to join the court. If Xiao Dongjia became dog officials, Brother Hu and Brother Sheng would also be dog officials. Should I kill them?"
"Your young master said it."
Chang Wei hesitated and refused to answer.
"When I entered the court, I was still a dog-killing official." Xu Mu said calmly.
Chang Wei paused, showed a clean smile, and bowed to Xu Mu on horseback. Then he shouted, and with hundreds of people delivering food, roared away from Horseshoe Lake.
"Brother Mu, Xiao Changwei is no longer paying attention to anyone." Si Hu approached, his voice rarely becoming melancholy, "The man who invited me to a drink earlier was not familiar with me anymore, so I missed a meal.
, I feel like I’m at a loss.”
Xu Mu nodded silently.
Not only Chang Wei, who knew martial arts, but also Chang Silang, Zhao Qingyun, and even You Wencai, some of them walked to another side road.
"Si Hu, call Mr. Chen and the leader of the guards over."
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"What do you mean by the boss, transport the grain to the village first?" Wei Feng was stunned, far from understanding what Xu Mu meant.
On the contrary, Chen Jiaqiao next to him squinted his eyes and nodded slightly.
"My boss, there will be no problem in the village over Shanxue. However, two thousand carts of grain must be divided into many batches at least."
Xu Mu nodded, "After the food is transported, Mr. Chen, you will lead two hundred people to guard the mountain hunting village. Whether it is an army of officers or old bandits who have defeated the army, as long as they want to grab food, they will use the knife immediately."
The Daji was about to be in chaos, and he didn't want anything to go wrong at this time.
"Remember, when the time comes, don't follow the official road, take the path in the forest."
"Don't worry, boss."
"Wei Feng, please discuss the specific matters with Mr. Chen. Thank you for your help."
Wei Feng and Chen Jiaqiao clasped their fists one after another.
Xu Mu turned around and walked away, looking up at the snow-colored sky, thinking that no matter what, it was almost time to move the villagers.
Even if you don't enter Shuzhou first, it will be safer in the village on the mountain hunting side.
It's a pity that the newly built Ma Ti Lake Village is a pity.
Shen walked to the lake shore, Xu Mu stood silently in the wind and snow, looking at the ice-covered lake, and fell into deep thought for a long time.
…
"In the late spring of the 18th year of Xingwu's reign in the Epoch Times, Xu Mu, a refugee, killed eight martial artists for no apparent reason in the wasteland outside Monan Town and abandoned their bodies in the wilderness."
"In Huaiyue, the 18th year of Xingwu's reign in the Epoch Times, Xu Mu, a refugee, picked up a knife in the street and killed 109 good people in a narrow alley."
"In the eleventh month of the eighteenth year of the reign of Emperor Xingwu in the Great Ji Dynasty, Xu Mu, a refugee, colluded with the rebel Xiaer in an attempt to ambush the Beidi envoys in Changyang City."
In the official office of Chengcheng, an old official raised his head and looked at the man in front of him while writing.
"Fu Lieutenant, are there any more?"
"It's enough for him to die several times." You Wencai said with a sinister smile, "Blow the ink dry, and I'll have someone send it to Changyang City later."
"When the young Marquis leaves Changyang, he has no backing. Unlike me, I ultimately rely on my own ability to get to the position."
The old official smiled flatteringly and hurriedly followed the instructions.
"Fu Lieutenant, I heard earlier that he is the fourth-class Viscount."
You Wencai didn't look surprised, "It doesn't matter, cutting off the title and then killing him is just a piece of official paper."
"I also heard that the captain had an old relationship with him."
This sentence finally made Ju Wencai's complexion change drastically. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped the old official until he screamed twice in pain and fell to the ground.
"Remember, I have nothing to do with this dirty man!"
The old official got up from the ground and nodded in agreement.
With a cold snort, Youwen wrapped himself in a fur robe and walked outside the official residence.
After the assassination of Li Mansion, the whole Chengcheng seemed to have suddenly become dead.
In the city, the originally arrogant Li Mansion has turned into a shabby settlement. Officers and soldiers came and went, I don't know how many times they visited, and then left in a hurry.
"Come here, take a few steps with me."
More than a dozen official servants stepped out of the official residence and followed Youwencai with knives.
"Who remembers where the Wang family and Fan family went?"
"The rich gentry, the rich gentry of Chengcheng!"
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"Lord."
"In this world, some people will go crazy, and some will ride the waves."
Two figures were sitting on the door post of the house, each raising his head and looking at the snow in front of him.
"Wenlong, what do you think?"
"As I said before, my lord must gain a reputation this round. Judging from the current situation, it is still very beneficial to my lord."
"I have probably guessed the layout of the young marquis." Jia Zhou sighed with a look on his face, "Throughout the ages, those who are small and broad, usually do not leave a way out."
"I never thought that the young Marquis would be like a gambler."
"Wenlong, how do you say this?"
Jia Zhou condensed his expression, "My lord, you must know that the entire inner city today, to put it bluntly, is waiting for the young marquis to take action. Although the traitor in the court is threatening the emperor to make him disobedient, although he is vicious, he can still
He is not a mediocre person. The young Marquis is planning something, and he is also arranging it. He is just waiting for the young Marquis to take action and give him the name of a rebel."
"The young emperor is jealous and his colleagues are alienated. The only one, the old Dingyuan Marquis and the unknown lord, is willing to fight with him in the national crisis."
"The rebel army, the defeated army, Xia'er, the Beidi people, the border general who tried to break up the soil and ennoble the princes. In addition, there is Chang Shilang in the inner city."
Xu Mu exhaled a deep breath. He could imagine how difficult it was for the young Marquis in the past few years.
"If there is still a hero in the completely rotten Daji Dynasty, it is the young marquis. It can only be the young marquis."
"He is not saving a dynasty, but saving a country and a world."
"My lord, no matter what the principles are or the world, I am waiting for my lord to make a name for himself in the world."
Xu Mu also stood up steadily.
"Wenlong, I've been waiting."
"I knew it the first time I saw your lord. There is compassion in your lord's eyes, compassion for the world."
Xu Mu's expression was strange. Zhuge Laimei also said this.
"Lord, the wind and snow are getting stronger again."
"Wenlong, go back to the house."
"In the past two days, I have straightened the scribe's robe. I will just wait for the day to wear it and follow the lord out of the mountain."
"With Mr. Wenlong, I am like a tiger with even more wings."
"It's someone who worshiped the lord and got his long-cherished wish."
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"My teeth are sore."
On the balcony, Zhuge Lao lamely took a sip of wine and spoke in disgust.
"Zhuge lame, where is the sourness in this wine?" The old scholar didn't know why.
"You know nothing!"
Zhuge Fan smiled and cursed, lowered his head and looked at Xu Mu again, his brows and eyes filled with joy unconsciously.