This is a post fast boat, or an eight-hundred-mile expedited one, which can be seen from the yellow pennant standing at the bow of the ship.

Eight hundred miles of urgency, the royal gold medal, the blocker dies, and the rebel dies. Since the Tang Dynasty, there has been a saying that Ning blocked the official road and did not cover the post horse road, and no one could obstruct the messenger who delivered the message, otherwise the government would definitely punish you with a capital crime.

Correspondingly, unless the sky is about to fall, it is not easy to use the urgent postman.

Wang Kui restored Xichuan, paid special attention to the construction of the post station, and the critical situation also made him have to do so, once there was a problem with the post road, and the foreign invaders could not receive the news in time, it was going to be a big incident.

Changsun Hong is more concerned than him, but the focus is different, Changsun Hong mainly ensures that the post road between Dali and Xichuan is unblocked, building bridges and paving roads, ten miles and a pavilion and a hundred miles of a post, horses and fast boats are readily available, people have grain and horses and grass, and the small half of the southwest is firmly under the control of the Shimenfan information system.

This clipper is the post man who came from Chengdu when he sent a fast horse to pass through Jianzhou.

The bow of the ship is yellow, and it is clear that the situation is urgent.

The eldest grandson Hong stood on the pier, his face changed slightly.

What made Wang Kui so unstable that he used eight hundred miles to send a message urgently?

Could it be that the Mongols are going south again?

Countless thoughts flashed in his mind, lightning and thunder, Changsun Hong was even a little nervous, the wheels of history were rolling, I don't know where to go, if the butterfly effect was caused by the various actions that he had crossed, then what would happen, no one could predict.

In an instant, the clipper rolled up its sails and landed on the dock, and the little colonel jumped neatly from the boat to the dock, he recognized Changsun Hong, knelt down on one knee directly, held a bamboo tube in both hands, and handed it over.

The bamboo tube was sealed with beeswax, covered with the mercury seal of the preparation envoy, and the little colonel bowed his head and said: "Xichuan has an urgent message to the eldest grandson of the Rongzhou regiment training envoy, please take it!" ”

Changsun Hong frowned, took the bamboo tube, removed the seal, and poured out a scroll, the scroll paper surface was smooth, obviously using the best Sai Wenkui. piece

The eldest grandson Hong had no intention of appreciating the quality of the paper, and the anxious exhibition letter was at a glance, and his face was immediately gloomy like a dark cloud.

The letter is very short, you can read it almost at a glance, and there is nothing else in the whole text, just more than ten large characters dripping with ink.

"There are captives from the north who are going south and taking refuge with us, so please go to Chengdu as soon as possible to discuss this matter."

The Northern Captives took refuge in the Southern Song Dynasty?

This is very rare, since only the southerners are traitors, and they have not seen much rape.

Pinching the letter paper, Changsun Hong pondered carefully, and countless thoughts popped up in his heart in an instant.

There are only a few words, and the handwriting is sloppy, and it can be seen that Wang Kui must have been equally excited when he wrote this, but the language is unknown, and he didn't say who he came to take refuge in.

This is because the eldest Sun Hong is not willing to make waves, now that the Mongolian Khan has just died, the internal undercurrent is turbulent, could it be that he took refuge in it, and it has something to do with the civil strife in Mongolia?

However, standing on the edge of the river and wanting to break his head, it is better to rush to Chengdu to take a look at it, so he put away the bamboo tube, and Changsun Hong decided to leave immediately.

This goes to Chengdu, the mountains and rivers are separated, there is no ten days and half a month can not come back, there are a lot of things here, and it is necessary to arrange it properly when you go.

Even Rongzhou didn't go back, and in Fushun Prison, Changsun Hong issued a military order to summon the generals of the Shimen Fan Barbarian Army scattered near Rongzhou and Lingjing Prison one by one.

Riding out in all directions, giving orders in all directions.

Shimen Fan is very efficient, at noon the next day, all the generals and above gathered in the Fushun Prison Salt Administration Hall, in and out are the martial artists with helmets and armor, the staff holders on both sides of the gate are angry and angry, and the salt officials who are already afraid of the barbarian army are scared and trembling, and they are shrinking in the shadow of the warriors to do errands.

When everyone gathered, the eldest grandson Hong laid out their respective tasks one by one, and the central idea was, of course, to consolidate and maintain the new salt policy that had been laid down with great efforts, and the hegemony of Rui Fuxiang was unshakable.

The generals were ordered separately, and the two prisoners of Lingjing Prison and Fushun Prison hid in the corner and whispered, and were brought up by the eldest grandson, and were beaten and intimidated by the ear command, and then the spring breeze comforted the sugar to eat, kneaded and kneaded like dough, and cleaned up obediently.

The barbarian general Na Tuozhi stood on the right hand side of Changsun Hong, and he wanted to speak several times, as if he had something to say, and took into account the fact that there were many people in the hall, and it was inconvenient to speak, so he hesitated and held back uncomfortably.

Changsun Hong is in his eyes, this young barbarian is familiar with reading, his mind is lively, smart and brave, he looks at the problem in the long term and takes into account the overall situation, and he is a material that can be made like Kowloon Onde, what he is thinking at the moment, Changsun Hong is clear.

After leaving, how to deal with the officials of the Southern Song Dynasty here, there must be a strategy, otherwise although the people who were dissatisfied with Yan Zheng when Changsun Hong was there, they did not dare to come hard, once they left, they might not be able to come out. Changsun Hong is the king of Dali side by side, his identity is there, no one dares to despise it, and other barbarian generals are not.

What Na Tuozhi is worried about must be this.

"After I leave, the military affairs here are fully responsible for Na Tuozhi, and the right to judge the military generals, what he said is equivalent to my own words, and you must not disobey and disrespect!" After some arrangement, the eldest grandson Hong said the most important words in a deep voice: "The two salt prisons of Fushun and Lingjing have a great relationship, and non-military generals cannot be suppressed, so according to the order of the envoy, the two salt supervisors must also obey the power of Natuozhi, and they must report to him every day that the salt administration is in and out, and they must not be violated!" ”

This stick is equivalent to knocking to death the little mind of anyone who has a ghost abacus, Changsun Hong goes, without taking the army away, the barbarians are still guarding Rongzhou and the two salt prisons, tens of thousands of people are eyeing each other, who dares not to follow Changsun Hong's intentions?

The two prisoners strained their faces, no matter what thoughts they had in their hearts, they could only bow their heads and obey orders at this moment.

Na Tuo Zhi was solemn and solemn, bowing solemnly under the eyes of the generals, and the eldest grandson Hong handed over the heavy responsibility of staying behind to him, obviously, to promote him to a very important position, higher than the barbarian generals.

The right to judge the military is equal to the right of the regent Sun Hong, to manage the two salt prisons and the military administration of Rongzhou, although there is no order from the Song court, but it is just missing a name.

Everyone looked at him with joy and expectation.

For the first time, someone was able to get ahead and manage the territory of the Central Plains court.

Since then, only barbarians have been cattle and horses, and they have been despised by others, and finally there is a day when they raise their eyebrows.

"The last general obeys!" Na Tuo Zhi replied with sonorous force, perseverance and courage.

However, he did not have the slightest expression of joy, on the contrary, he was full of thoughts.

Before he could open his mouth to say it, Changsun Hong had already taken out a bag first, handed it to him across the table, and said: "After I leave, you put it away, if there are outsiders leading troops to arrive, they want to interfere in the new policy of Yanli." Because of the long distance, it is inconvenient to ask me, you can open it again and act according to what is written. ”

After a pause, the expression on his face turned cold, and he added: "You just do it, if there is anything, I will take care of it!" ”

(End of chapter)