In October, Jiaozhou is still as enthusiastic as fire. Fa Miao and Yang Xi each hold a fishing rod, sitting by the boat, drinking wine and eating fruits, while talking nonsense. The sea is calm and blue
The sea water and the blue sky are combined together, making people feel relaxed and happy, and they suddenly feel a little lazy when they throw a worries behind their heads, and they sleep for a while before talking about it.
The tall coconut tree extends along the coast to the distance, and the mature coconuts are hung in the canopy, waiting to be picked. A martial artist puts a rope on his feet and climbs like a monkey.
Go up, pull out the short knife around your waist, cut off a few of the largest coconuts. The heavy coconut fell from the trees and made several big holes on the beach.
Zhang Xingcai and Wei Yinglan ran over cheeringly, and each person picked up one and ran away. Xiao Wei Zheng followed behind and chased after him, but he couldn't catch up. He shouted in a hurry: "Aunt, aunt, wait for me..." The crisp child
The sound is far away.
Yang Xi stroked her beard and shook her head and smiled, "When I think that the Central Plains is fighting bloody, I think this is the kingdom of heaven. Look, the calm and peaceful world is so beautiful. I want to write an article "Jiaozhou Fu" to let those who stay
People who refuse to come here will see the beautiful scenery here.”
He said as he raised his cup and shook it gently. The cup was not filled with wine, but the coconut milk. The coconut milk was sweet and quenched thirst. This was the best drink for Yang Xi, who had a small amount of alcohol.
He didn't dare to give up after drinking a few big cups.
Fa Miao hugged his legs, looked at the blue sea water below, and smiled silently.
"In my opinion, you can write, but you can't let them read it now."
"Why?" Yang Xi raised his eyebrows: "Are you worried that my pen is not strong enough and makes people laugh?"
"No." Fa Miao raised his head and looked at Yang Xi with a smile. "You should know that the Prime Minister was not the most suitable time to launch a war at this time. Since Guanzhong started, it has been less than two years since it was truly peaceful.
With limited reserves, it is not easy to supply an army of more than 100,000 people. At this time, boasting about the wealth of Jiaozhou will cause unnecessary trouble to the general."
Yang Xi sighed and patted his knees lightly. He knew a little about what Fa Miao said. The Prime Minister probably wanted Wei Ba to be his logistics officer, but Wei Ba refused to do so, so he insisted on it.
The last 200,000 fire bombs and 500,000 stones of rice were issued by the Prime Minister, which was considered a little face Wei Ba gave to the Prime Minister.
Wei Ba did not agree with this war, but it was beyond everyone's expectations that he did so resolutely. After all, he was still the general of Zhennan of Shu Han, and Jiaozhou and Jingzhou were not his private property, but
The territory of Shu Han was just a manager, not an owner, and it seemed a bit unreasonable to use it for business. At least Yang Xi felt that this was a bit inappropriate. What's more, Wei Yan was still on the battlefield, and Wei Ba himself was so peaceful and sat down.
My father suffered, but he was hurt by filial piety.
Yang Xi sighed. He had already said this, but was blocked by Wei Ba's words. Wei Ba said that as General Zhennan, he only listened to the orders of two people, one was His Majesty and the other was Big
General, the Prime Minister's Office cannot take charge of him. The Prime Minister sent troops, neither received the edict from His Majesty nor the permission from the General's Office. To put it bluntly, this is a life-saving thing. Can I support a life-saving thing? I sell it in a folk way.
Giving supplies to the Prime Minister is already taking risks. Do you want me to break the law? Don’t forget that the Prime Minister ruled the country by law. He and Li Yan were both the authors of "Shu Ke". He knew that the law was broken. I have not written a letter yet.
*What about him.
Yang Xi was helpless. He could not refute Wei Ba. Whether in official or private, Wei Ba had a basis. But he still felt that this was inappropriate and contrary to the teachings of the saints. When he thought of this, he
I felt a little hot and restless, so I picked up the coconut juice and took another big sip.
Fa Miao saw it but didn't say anything. Yang opera is well written, but it is a bit pedantic. It's not that he can't see the weirdness in the court, but he can't go against the saint books he has read, while enjoying Wei.
The wealth and comfort brought by the tyrants are unavoidable, and it is inevitable that they will be entangled.
Fa Miao was not at all confused because he knew very well that Wei Ba was not moving now, and taking advantage of the opportunity of the war between the Three Kingdoms to make money and accumulate strength was the most wise decision. At this point, he had no way back and wanted to do something smoothly.
It is impossible for the minister to be bound by those dogmas, and he will have no way to die.
"What are you talking about?" Wei Ba walked over quickly, and Fa Miao and Yang Xi quickly stood up to greet him. Wei Ba laughed, waved his hand, took a small stool and sat down. He looked at Yang Hong,
Let’s take a look at Fa Miao again: “Do you two have any tranquility and thoughts on moving?”
Fa Miao's eyes flashed: "The general has a mission?"
"Yes." Wei Ba rubbed his hands: "We are sunny and full of spring, but it is about to snow in the northern border. My father led his army to fight and lie in the snow in the wind. I, a son, don't express my regrets.
.I prepared 10,000 sets of winter clothes and planned to send them to him. I don’t know who would like to go there.”
Fa Miao thought for a moment and said with a smile: "The northern border is bitter and cold. I'm better, so I'd better go. Wenran's body is too weak, don't freeze him."
Yang Xi rolled his eyes but did not refute that he was indeed not interested in going to the northern Xinjiang to suffer from cold.
"Okay, then there will be Lao Boyuan." Wei Ba didn't say anything else, took off his coat, picked up the fishing rod, shook his wrist gently, and the fish hook flew out like a spiritual surname and fell into the water. Wei.
Ba caught fish with great enthusiasm, and in a blink of an eye he threw the war in the Central Plains behind his head.
...
Chang'an, Yang Yi sat in the hall, with a pile of official documents and books piled up on the table in front of him. Yang Yi sat upright, waving his hands, reading names one by one from him, and books were sent out from him,
He seemed to be the general in charge of the central army, and was sending troops to command thousands of troops to capture cities and plunder the land, and chase and die in the north.
In the hall, more than 20 people were waiting, pricking up their ears, listening to Yang Yi's voice, and as soon as they heard their name, they quickly stepped forward, either taking a task, answering questions, or... being dragged down
Yang Yi is good at calculating and it is difficult to hide any problem in the account from him. Once he finds out, he will take off his pants and hit him, and he may even lose his official position in court.
Yang Changshi is not an indecisive person. He acts decisively and never forgives him.
So although there are many people in the yard, there are not many people talking except his voice and the sound of beating the board. Once Yang Changshi annoyed, no one can guarantee whether it would cause unintentional disasters.
Yang Yi suddenly put down the pen in his hand, picked up a document, looked up and down, and shouted loudly: "Cheng An, the prefect of Fengyi."
Cheng An stood up, walked quickly into the hall, and bowed.
Yang Yi glanced at him and said in a cold voice: "Why is the prime minister not enough for the money and food that Ling Feng Yi should have solved?"
Cheng An bowed and said, "The Chief Secretary has no idea that the Prime Minister's Office based on the tasks issued by the household registration last year, which is inconsistent with the actual situation. Since the army gathered in Chang'an at the beginning of the year, many people have expected that the war will begin and fled south.
Although An tried to appease him in many ways, many people still ran away, so the Prime Minister..."
"You said that, is the responsibility of the people's escape on the Prime Minister?" Yang Yi sneered: "As the prefect of a county, he cannot comfort the county and maintain peace, resulting in a decrease in household registration, but instead shirking responsibility. Is this what a gentleman should do?
?The Northern Expedition to Bingzhou and the Restoration of the Han Dynasty was the source of justice in the world. Those common people don’t understand, and you don’t understand?"
Cheng An frowned slightly. He had been dealing with Yang Yi for many years and knew that the Wei family was too imprinted on him, so it was inevitable that Yang Yi would be embarrassed. However, Yang Yi blamed him so much, but he still didn't
He is willing to pinch his nose and accept it.
"The chief minister, seeking profit and avoiding harm, is the original surname of a man. People fleeing to fight is not Fengyi County. As far as I know, there are many people in Jingzhao and Fufeng. As the prefect of Fengyi, the household registration is reduced, so they are naturally guilty. However,
This is not caused by comforting the town without prejudice. Please ask the Chief Secretary to make a clarification."
Yang Yi's face suddenly sank. The prefect of Jingzhao was Zhao Su, but after the Prime Minister entered Chang'an, Jingzhao's power actually fell into Yang Yi's hands. Liao Hua, the prefect of Fufeng, was also a member of the Jingxiang Division.
An pulled Jingzhao and Fufeng out, which was obviously a refutation of Yang Yi's accusations.
"I didn't expect that Cheng Fujun was so considerate that he even took care of Jingzhao and Fufeng's affairs." Yang Yi sneered: "I want to ask Cheng Fujun why Jingzhao and Fufeng's money and food are not bad at all.
You, Feng Yi, are you missing nearly 30%?"
Cheng An smiled slightly: "Jingzhao, the money and food that Fufeng should pay is not bad, it does not mean that Jingzhao. Fufeng's household registration has not decreased. Is it a decrease? There is a book of plans, and the chief clerk will know that Feng Yi should pay.
The 30% reduction is because Feng Yi's household registration is 30% reduction, which does not conflict with the national laws. An is also incompetent, afraid that the lack of money and grain will be distributed to the people who have not escaped, which will cause more people to flee. At that time,
I'm afraid it's even harder to get a job."
"Bold!" Yang Yi was furious and slapped the table and shouted, "Come here, pull Cheng An down, and take two or three hundred and thirty."
Cheng An lowered his face and glared: "Dare you ask the Chief Secretary, what is Cheng An's crime?"
"Isn't it enough for you to block the Prime Minister's great cause to restore the Central Plains?"
"Nonsense!" A shout from outside the door was heard, and Wei Yan walked in big strode. Two guards stepped forward to stop them. Wei Yan didn't even look at them. The two martial soldiers behind him had already walked forward and blocked them. The guards
They were so scared that they dared not come forward again by the Wushu. Wei Yan went straight to the hall and bowed to Cheng An: "Don't you be fine?"
Cheng An bowed helplessly: "Thank you for your concern, I am in good health."
Wei Yan said a few more words and raised his hand to signal Cheng An to retreat a little. Cheng An retreated from the hall. Wei Yan faced Yang Yi, curled his lips and snorted: "I just heard from the Chief Secretary that someone obstructed the Prime Minister from restoring the Central Plains.
Dayi, don’t know what’s going on?”
Yang Yi became angry when he saw Wei Yan. He was not interested in answering Wei Yan's words at all. He asked directly: "What's the matter with the general? If you have any questions, hurry up and say, I have a lot of things here and don't have time to receive the general."
"I'm afraid this is not small." Wei Yan sneered: "The army is about to set off, why is there still three thousand sets of winter clothes missing?"
Yang Yi understood as soon as he heard this. He stood up and smiled contemptuously: "General Zhenbei, can the wealthy Wei family not even match the winter clothes of the three thousand martial soldiers, and they still have to bear the Prime Minister's Mansion?"