Shijiazhuang is one of the most fertile villages in Shouchang County. It is located by the sweet spring water. The Tongyuan Canal, which has existed since the Han Dynasty, irrigates this fertile land.
Millet, wheat, etc. in the farmland around Zhuangzi have been harvested, and the golden stalks are piled on the edge of the field. Countless farmers are selecting and bundling them for storage as an important food source for winter livestock.
Cao Shishilang Yanming was walking around the house anxiously. The spies clearly reported that hundreds of people had returned to Qi Xianghu's stronghold. Why hasn't anyone come yet?
There is no one coming from Shouchang Envoy Luo Xianda. Is this guy really not afraid?
"The Fourteenth Prince, please be patient. Envoy Luo will come, because he has no choice, unless he would rather be dismissed from office and go to jail than give up the yellow and white things!"
The person who advised Cao Yanming to be calm was a scribe wearing a blue crotchless shirt and a turban on his head. He was copying Yan Zhenqing's suicide note with a writing brush. Of course, what he was copying was not the original work, but a copy of it.
Copies brought by others from Zhongyuan.
"Where are those horse thieves? Can they come? Is my third sister really okay?" Cao Yanming was still a little anxious. This was the opportunity he got by asking for help in front of his grandfather Cao Yijin. He must not mess it up.
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"Let's do this! Let's send a capable person to go there and make it clear. These horse thieves cannot be controlled by Mr. Zhang Erlang. They should be some of Ge Du's subordinates who have rebelled. As long as he is smart, he can
You won’t want to offend us.”
The scribe finally stopped writing. He looked at his copying with satisfaction. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.
"In recent years, Luo Xianda has colluded with Ge Du, and even allowed the Shouchang town army to rob merchants and travelers, and placed his subordinates everywhere. He has made a lot of money!
Everything in the world is nothing more than power and wealth, and these two words are complementary to each other. Those with power must control wealth, and those with wealth can control power. With such a good way to make money, Luo Xianda should give way to others.
Now that King Ling Gong is in poor health, many matters in Jiedu Yamen are left to Dalang Jun to handle. But sitting in this position is like being on the top of a mountain. If you are not careful, you are in danger of making a mistake.
The evil offspring she gave birth to is not without its strength!"
The scribe said, staring at Cao Yanming seriously, "Fourteenth Master, think about it, when you went out, it seemed that you were going to find the Third Lady, but could you have said a word about it?"
Cao Yanming thought for a while, then shook his head, "When I replied to my husband, my father only said that he would let Fourteenth handle the matter well, and did not mention Third Sister!"
"That's right! It's been ten days since Sanniang was kidnapped. If something happened, it would have happened long ago. It's useless for us to be anxious. On the contrary, Luo Xianda has invaded Zhuangzi, and the family assets of the horse thief Ge Du are more important.
With these yellow and white things, Da Langjun can get the support of more people, and he can also use Luo Xianda to beat Luo Tongda. What the Yumen Army faces is the natal family of the Xianyou woman.
As long as Luo Tongda stands on our side and seals Yumen Pass tightly, Ganzhou Xiang will not be able to affect Guasha unless it sends a large army to attack."
"What you said is absolutely true!" Cao Yanming showed a smile on his face.
"As long as the Yumen Pass is locked, the Yiyou woman will not get support. If the Ganzhou Yiyou dare to raise an army, they will be doomed. Not only will the Guasha clan not dare to support that woman, but they will also share the same hatred with us!" p>
"And if Shiro Fourteen can accomplish this for Da Langjun, this Shijiazhuang will soon be yours. With such a wealthy village, it will be much more convenient for Shiro Fourteen to do anything. This is something that can be passed down
The ancestral property of your descendants can also be helped by your uncle Luo’s family nearby!”
The scribe had a smile on his face, and Cao Yanming was also very excited.
"The Fourteenth Prince, Yang Kongmu, and Shouchang Luohe sent their confidant Ma Yaozi to bring some people over, saying that they wanted to see the Fourteenth Prince."
The soldiers outside the door came in and reported. Suddenly, Cao Yanming and scribe Yang Kongmu smiled even more happily.
Shijiazhuang sounds like a Han manor, but in fact it is a Sogdian manor, and most of the people in the manor are named Shi.
However, they are not the same ancestors, but former Shiguo people with the nine surnames of Zhaowu, who settled collectively in Shazhou.
But now, after more than a hundred years of intermarriage with the Han and Tubo, there is basically no difference between them and the Han people.
Zhang Zhao and Ma Yaozi, led by a guard, soon arrived at Cao Shilang's door.
Zhang Zhao's prediction was accurate. Among the Yueqi brought by Cao Shishi, there were only Zhang Zhao and Ma Yaozi. Especially Ma Yaozi was a familiar face, so there was no way to guard against them.
After opening the door and walking in, Zhang Zhao looked up and saw a man who looked about the same age as him, wearing a red brocade robe and sitting on the main seat, trying his best to put on a majestic face.
Next to him, there was a man dressed as a scholar wearing a crotch-cut shirt, with a Zhuge Wolong-like stinky expression.
"Ma Yaozi! What did Luo Wei ask you to do? But you have made a decision?"
Cao Shishi maintained a majestic face for a while, maybe feeling that his aura was strong enough, and then he spoke to Ma Yaozi calmly.
Cold sweat fell from Ma Yaozi's face one by one. When he thought that he was about to kidnap one of the most beloved grandsons of King Cao Linggong of Tosi, and there were three hundred Yue riding outside, his legs suddenly started to tremble.
He opened his mouth, but suddenly his mind went blank and he forgot what he was going to say.
Want bad things!
Zhang Zhao hurriedly stepped forward. Cao Shishi was still quite far away from him now. If he shouted, the guards outside were all wearing armor, and he would have to take a break if they rushed in.
"Fourteenth Prince, those tribesmen have been divided up, and even Luo Ji couldn't gather them together for a while. Please give me a few days of grace.
But to show his sincerity, Luo Ga entrusted me to bring some items to present to the Fourteenth Prince!"
Zhang Zhao took out the mahogany box that had been prepared and wrapped in silk and walked towards Cao Yanming.
"Haha! Does my uncle have any other treasures in his collection? Let me see!"
Cao Yanming was not aware of the danger at all, because he never thought that anyone would dare to harm him in Shijiazhuang under the protection of three hundred Yueqi in front of Jiedu Yamen!
"Stop! Who are you?" However, Yang Kongmu next to Cao Yanming saw that something was wrong, but he did not expect that someone was going to kidnap Cao Yanming, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong!
"Master, please look at this! This is a gift from Luo Yushi!" Zhang Zhao deliberately shouted and opened the silk cloth on the mahogany box.
This was shouted to the guards outside the door, also to prevent the scribe from shouting.
Sure enough, Yang Kongmu was affected by Zhang Zhao's words, and his eyes and attention were all attracted to the mahogany box.
However, although the silk fabric on the mahogany box has been lifted, the box has not changed much? Isn’t it still the same box?
Yang Kongmu raised his head with questions in his mind, and before he could even make a sound with his open mouth and ask Zhang Zhao what he was doing, a fist as big as a casserole arrived!
"Boom!" Zhang Zhao punched Yang Kongmu on the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, severe pain filled Yang Kongmu's whole body, and his eyes were blurred by tears.
He was about to open his mouth and scream twice, but there was another 'dong' sound, and Zhang Zhaoyi pushed his knee between Yang Kongmu's legs.
Behind him, Ma Yaozi, who was overly nervous, subconsciously tightened his legs. This knee was facing that thing, how painful it was!
‘Whoa!’ Yang Kongmu made a sound from his throat, then jerked violently, rolled his eyes and fainted.
He just fainted, but still clamped his legs and twitched slightly on the ground. He looked as miserable as he could!