Lu Tao hurriedly apologized and said: "Back to Shaozai, the lower officials were ordered to arrest the criminals who reclaimed the wasteland. ”

Cai Jing's grandson, Cai Tong, was frightened when he saw that his helpers were afraid of this murderer. He didn't grow up next to Cai Jing, but in his hometown, lacking someone to discipline him, he was scared and aggrieved, and he cried again with a "wow".

Yang Lin shook his head, and said in his heart that Cai Jing's sons are all remarkable talents. Why did the grandchildren have such a bad product, it is simply a misfortune for the family.

Lu Tao took the opportunity to make a look, and the subordinates of the Cai Mansion hurriedly stepped forward to help Cai Tong and fled.

Yang Lin looked at their backs, and said in his heart that Cai Jing's face still had to be given, and after a while, he turned his head and asked, "How many have you caught in the reclamation?" ”

"Back to Shaozai, after the promulgation of the holy decree of confiscation of wasteland in the suburbs, people came to reclaim the wasteland every day, most of them were slaves from wealthy families. When Xia Guan came out this time, he brought back no less than 100 people, and in the long run, the prison of the Criminal Department would not be able to fit it. ”

Yang Lin nodded and said: "Don't worry, this official has already spoken to His Majesty, mainly the Diao slaves who have been caught, and if they find out which family they are from, they will send people to ask them to ransom people in the Criminal Department, and each person will be ransomed with a ransom of two hundred yuan, and if they don't ransom people, they don't care what the first law is." ”

Lu Tao was secretly frightened, this is too ruthless, it seems that the three fires of the new deal are burning very firmly from top to bottom.

Yang Lin continued: "This is no one's two hundred yuan of money, it is divided between the criminal department and the forbidden army that arrested people, and for each one caught, the official will allocate another hundred yuan from the Banzai battalion, all of which will be used to reward the forbidden army or the official of the criminal department who caught people. ”

Lu Tao's mouth opened slightly in surprise, and the officials of the criminal department behind him had already cheered, and the strength of the officials to catch people could not be pressed anymore.

Lu Wang and Lu Qian, seeing that there was some excitement here, quietly led people over.

Seeing that Yang Lin was fine, he was relieved, Yang Lin stretched out his hand, and Lu Wang stepped forward and said, "Shaozai? ”

Looking left and right, the officials of the Criminal Department and the onlookers had withdrawn, Yang Lin lowered his voice and said to him in his ear: "After I go back, send someone to keep an eye on Cai Jing's grandson Cai Tong, and it is best to record everything and keep evidence." ”

Lu Wang nodded lightly and immediately went to arrange manpower.

Yang Lin said in his heart that although he can't use it now, it's always good to accumulate black materials in advance, in case he can use them one day.

As long as Cai Jing doesn't fall, no matter how much Cai Tong bullies men and women, it's a trivial matter.

But if Cai Jing is crumbling, this precious grandson is likely to be the last straw that crushes him.

It's hard to be a man, it's hard to be an official, and it's even more difficult to be an evergreen official.

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Dali, Yangyi Bacheng, Song Jiang has already led the army to arrive.

Gao Taiming led the 37 villages of Wuman, backed by Cangshan and Erhai Lake, and held on to the Song people.

Duan Zhengchun beheaded the full gate left by the Gao family in Yangyi Baa City in one go, hung the head at the city gate, and let out a bad breath.

But he gradually realized that something was wrong, and the Song people firmly controlled all military power, including the surrendered Dali soldiers.

Those leaders and lords were not allowed to meet with them, and the only people that the Dali royal family could command now were the monks and soldiers of Chongsheng Temple.

Between the mountains, the banners were spreading, the armor was like clouds, and the swords were like forests, Duan Zhengchun wanted to lead his troops to rush out, kill into the valley, and kill Gao Mingtai and his Wuman 37 villages and 100,000 horses cleanly.

But Song Jiang didn't move, just guarding Yangyi Baa City, as if he was waiting for something.

He was waiting for the army of the Song Dynasty, and several prefectures and counties near Dali, there was a steady stream of soldiers entering Dali.

The Song people now occupy the right time, place, and people, the emperor is in their hands, the city of Yangyi is in their hands, and the lord of the high country only controls the defense line in the area of Cangshan and Erhai, and will soon fall into a crisis due to lack of food.

The situation in Dali has actually been decided, and it is only a matter of time.

When Duan Zhengchun's banner is used to kill the recalcitrant lord and bleed into a river, and when the time comes to implement the reform of the land and return to the stream, Yang Lin's plan will be successful.

Yungui, which has been separated from the Central Plains Dynasty for hundreds of years, and the Jiaozhi area further south, will be recaptured.

It's a big deal, and it's worth the wait.

In the Dali Palace, it is quiet, and you can only hear the sound of candles popping gently. Duan Zhengming lowered his head and hid his expression in the shadow of the lamplight, and after a long time, he heard him ask in a low voice: "It seems that the Song people are no different from the Gao family, they all want us to be this puppet emperor." ”

Duan Zhengchun's mouth was bitter, and said: "We are too naïve, how can there be human affection in the general trend of the world, although Dali is small, there are good fields, soldiers, and horses, connecting Tubo, Baiyue, and the sea." How can the Song people have a reason to cross the border and not take it for the benefit of our Duan clan. ”

The old abbot of Chongsheng Temple, who is also the uncle of the two brothers, said in a hoarse voice: "For the sake of today's plan, you can either wait for the opportunity to move and seek to restore the country." Either be a Shunmin of the Great Song Dynasty, or if it is not good, you can follow the Qian family, the king of Wuyue. ”

Duan Zhengming slapped the table and said, "Ancestral foundation!" Lost in our hands, what face will we see after death? ”

The current Dali Emperor Duan Zhengchun sighed for a long time in his heart, raised his head to greet his brother and uncle, and said: "The rise and fall of honor and disgrace are all determined by heaven, our Duan family is here, and the number of qi has been exhausted..."

This sentence seemed to drain the last trace of the last emperor's strength, his hands hung down weakly, he could survive under the obscenity of the Gao family, and there was still hope in his heart, and he did not hesitate to give away his daughter.

The latent minions forbear, secretly planning and operating, Duan Zhengchun can be regarded as a hero, but unfortunately his fate is not good.

But in the face of the behemoth of the Great Song Dynasty, Duan Zhengchun is really desperate, the situation has become clear and clear so far, what he can do is to charge forward for the Great Song Dynasty, kill a few more unsatisfied tribes, and strive for a better life in Bianliang in the future.

From this point of view, Duan Miaozhen, who came to Zhaodefang at night and was filled with a load, can also achieve this purpose in everything she does.

In the middle of the night, the bell in the palace rang, the night sky of Dali was bright with stars, and the white jade plate-like bright moon hung high.

Wang Chao stood up and looked at a full moon, with his hands behind his back, and a secret scroll beside him.

It says that Shaozai's various arrangements are now all ready, and tomorrow he will start killing in the southwest.

The fierceness of this incident can be expected that a hundred years later, a thousand years later, there will be a bloody stroke in the history books, which may still make people feel cold-blooded when they read it.

"Shi'an, why don't you sleep yet?"

Song Jiang put on a robe and walked out of the big tent, and saw the dynasty of the giant Mochizuki.

"Gongming, I'm thinking, after tomorrow, what image will we appear in the history books that our children and grandchildren will read."

Song Jiang smiled and said: "Wang Shi'an, Wang Shi'an, the eldest husband only cares about leaving his name in history, and his descendants will comment on his merits and demerits, how can he be concerned about us when we make meritorious contributions." ”