Zhang Dongyao doesn't want to participate in those 'yin' schemes anymore, he just wants to use himself as a pawn, only in this way can his heart settle down, 11,000 and 21 brothers, follow him into the ghost 'door' and close it!

He was in a trance, he could hardly hear what those people were saying, and he didn't want to listen, he was a pure general, and 'yin' scheming and trickery were really not his forte. *Ha

He just wants this year's 'spring' day to come as soon as possible, no matter whether this 'spring' day smells of blood or not, he just wants to end this qiē quickly, and every day he stays, the guilt is like a knife that keeps cutting at his heart.

The 'spring' wind usually blows from the southernmost part, and when the warm breeze blows from the sea, the city of Guangzhou has already begun the busy new year, and the world's largest seaport will have countless silks and porcelain shipped from here along the coastline to the distant big food country, and those noisy merchants want to go to the more distant world.

Yu Jing, the transshipment envoy of Guangzhou, coughed lightly while writing hard, this year's maritime trade is very prosperous, the credit of the Great Song Dynasty money village can not be erased, the rapid operation of coins, thus accelerating the prosperity of commerce, the business that can only go once a year can now go twice, or even three times.

Guangzhou is a place that is evergreen all year round, and there is a very large banyan tree in front of Yu Jing's window, and for many years, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the leaves is one of the few hobbies of the old gentleman.

"Zhang Tiezui is really accurate, the old man is really going to die in Lingnan." Yu Jing put down the pen in his hand and said to Yu Wenjing, the prefect of Guangzhou, with a smile.

Yu Wenjing said angrily: "You now eat three bowls of dry rice per meal. A big fish, a pot of vegetables, the 'spirit' is as vigorous as a teenager, the old man is the same year as you, he has to get up three times a night, the old man didn't say dead, how can you say dead? ”

Yu Jing smiled and said, "It's just a long breath." Well, borrow your auspicious words, and let me pick a piece of Lingnan 'spring' and 'color', and pray for your majesty! After speaking, he reached out and plucked a new young leaf from the weeping aerial roots of the banyan tree outside the window, and carefully sandwiched it between the letters. Sealed the envelope and gave it to Yu Wenjing and said, "The big cannibal warship appeared in Jiangkou with unknown intentions. The old man has told the army to expel him, and if there is resistance, he will be killed! ”

Yu Wenjing said with a smile: "The big cannibal is not satisfied with the grain carried by the sea ship going north, and he actually threatened it. It's really looking for death. You're old and strong. Is it really going to be a war? ”

Yu Jing stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "This hand is still learned from Yun Zheng, no matter whether Hu Ren is justified or not, we will take the lead when we can beat it." Besides, the ability of fists to persuade people is far greater than that of talking with their mouths, not to mention that Hu Shang's sea ships must carry grain when they go north, which is a national policy that cannot be changed, how can he change it with three or five military ships. ”

Yu Wenjing laughed and said, "One hundred and ten 'fine' sharp sailors are going to deal with other people's five ships, you really did it." ”

Yu Jing said with a smile: "I drove a military boat to discuss things with the old man, who will complain." You don't want to add your name to this document, everyone knows that the old man is an old pimp now, and you don't have to be embarrassed if you are a good scholar of Wenge. ”

Yu Wenjing smiled bitterly, took the document and got up to say goodbye, now everyone knows that Lingnan is rich, and Guangzhou City has long become a battlefield for all parties to compete, and his Guangzhou prefect really has little binding force on those people, and he is the ruler of Guangzhou, but he has to rely on the power of Yu Jing, the transfer envoy, everywhere, and he feels sad to think about it.

Eight hundred miles of urgency with the letter with a touch of green 'color', it seems to have taken away the infinite 'spring' meaning of Lingnan, the pace of the fast horse galloping, it seems that it can't keep up with the speed of the 'spring' wind, no matter where he goes, everywhere is full of vitality.

When the wild goose flew over Lu Huiqing's head, he just glanced at it and continued to calculate the account book in his hand.

Under the joint efforts of the six largest weaving workshops, most of this year's 'spring' silkworm purchase has been completed, although those 'spring' silkworms have not yet silked, but the silver money for the purchase of silkworm cocoons has fallen into the pockets of silkworm farmers. This means that by the time all the workshops are ready to start, there will be no silk to use except for the six largest workshops......

This year's silk price is one percent higher, Lu Huiqing plans to wait for those workshops to run out of water and then sell silk to those small workshops at a price increase of two percent, and wait for those people to finish reeling silk, and then push down the price of silk, if you can buy two percent lower, this year's silk profits alone can exceed all the profits of weaving workshops in previous years, and the profits of silk trading are the majority, and silk has not yet begun to weave.

There was a sharp pain in the abdomen, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans crackled down his forehead, and after a while, the bamboo paper custom-made account book was wet, and the original clear lines of accounts were soaked in sweat into a large cloud of ink.

The pain came and went quickly, and after the pain faded like a 'tide', Lu Huiqing gasped like an old cow, her eyes looked straight at the blurred handwriting and muttered: "I'm afraid I can't wait for the 'flower' to bear fruit......"

Turning over hard, he looked at the two swallows making a nest under the house, and saw that the two swallows were about to build their nests, and they landed in front of the window lattice and happily jumped and chirped to greet Lu Huiqing, a new neighbor.

A nameless anger rose from Lu Huiqing's heart, grabbed the inkstone on the table, and smashed it at the swallow in front of him, the swallow flew away in a panic, and Lu Huiqing, who was still angry, found a bamboo pole from the outside, and frantically stabbed the swallow's just built nest to pieces, until the two swallows chirped frantically at themselves, and then returned to the room satisfied, and reopened the account book to take a closer look.

"Thirty-six thousand, there is a sixteen-day unsupervised period from Wuzhong to Jinling, during this time, the accounts of the princess's mansion are flat, and the accounts of the money village are also flat, only the money is free, what are the accounts of the princess's mansion for, if someone takes it away in this gap, who can find out?"

Lu Huiqing sneered and was about to write down this drawback, but the tip of the 'hairy' pen had just touched the account book, so he stopped again, smiled and closed the account book again, ready to go outside.

At the end of February, Suzhou's 'spring' water is green, countless boats roam among the rivers, and those diligent boat wives and fishermen have begun to return to the sea, singing soft and glutinous songs in their mouths, and I don't know if they have gained anything today.

Holding the 'pants' and 'legs', the boat lady who 'exposed' a white little 'leg', saw Mr. Chu slowly swimming 'wandering' by the water', and kept calling this very good person, don't look at Mr. Chu's sick and crooked, but he is the most popular person here, he will always help those boat girls who can't sell the fish, as long as there are still unsold fish in the cabin of those boat girls, they will often beg Mr. Chu for a few words.

The soft-hearted Mr. Chu would always buy the fish in their cabin with a smile, often without even asking the price.

Hearing the call of the boat lady, Lu Huiqing stopped and smiled: "Yan Niang! What are the catches today? ”

An extremely charming boat lady pushed her boat over, proudly took out a fish basket from the cabin and said with a smile: "Mr. Chu, the slave family caught a black arowana today, and it is the most delicious to make soup. ”

Lu Huiqing smiled: "Sincerely, Yan Niang, can your husband be on the boat?" If so, I'll ask him to help me clean up the fish, and I'm going to go to the river to relax. ”

Yan Niang sneered and said, "Sir is really an old master, when you get on my boat, you always have to ask my family's dead ghosts, isn't the fish soup cooked by the slave family delicious?" ”

Yan Niang said this, but she propped up the boat in an orderly manner, a man set up a springboard with a smiling face, and helped Lu Huiqing to get on the boat, Lu Huiqing untied a small wine gourd from her waist and handed it to the boat lady, asking her to go to hot wine, as for the boatman who was already carrying the fish and preparing to go to the bow of the boat to pick it up and give Mr. Chu a drink.

The boat rowed away from the green 'wave' and gradually left the noisy crowd, Lu Huiqing took his own Changxiao, and whined and blew a sad song, Yan Niang blinked her watery peach 'flower' eyes, and didn't understand why Mr. Chu was so sad.

Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching, every year in the 'spring' and Jingming, that is, when Lu Huiqing and his family go green, he still clearly remembers how his pair of little 'daughters' happily ran and chased on the grass, and now, everything is empty, Yazhou! Has there ever been such a 'spring' day?

Matching the sound of the flute is the chirping of a pair of swallows, they fly up and down around the boat, the boat lady can't understand the swallow's complaint, and thinks that it is Mr. Chu's flute sound that caused the swallow to be sad, so on the Suzhou River, there is another poignant legend......

The 'spring' wind can't blow into the tall imperial city, the weeping willows on the sunny slope of the Bianhe River and Yiyi, the plum 'flowers' in the imperial city have just begun to wither, and the heavy palace 'gate' is blown open by the 'spring' wind, dozens of lieutenants in armor have come out of the imperial city, and each of them has a small team of men and horses scattered in all directions along their established roads.

"Since I succeeded to the throne, I have only thought and worried about the world, and those who are under heaven are also my subjects, and my subjects are restless, and my hearts are restless, and my subjects are abundant, then I am happy and peaceful, and my subjects are poor and despicable, and I am not willing to eat.

Since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, Jin Ou has damaged the sixteen states of Yanyun, and the savings of the pile warehouse for a hundred years have been sealed, just for the sake of Jin Ou is not defective, and now, the Liao people are domineering, and they have torn up the covenant and insulted me ...... the Great Song Dynasty."

Just when Zhao Zhen issued this will. Zhang Dongyao raised his face full of chilblains, opened the dry reeds in front of him, looked at the tent that stretched for ten miles on the ice, and whispered to Gao Jide: "It's time to do it!" ”

Gao Jide shook his head and said, "Don't worry, Yelu Chongyuan won't do it, and we won't do it either." ”,

PS: In the first chapter, the way 'Montage' is written is not very good, and I always feel that it is a little worse. You live to see - 45643 + dsuaahhh + 24563601 - >