If Jia Yidao knew that every word he said to Li Zong in the secret room appeared in front of the object of his criticism, he didn't know how wonderful his expression would be.

At the end of the secret report, Hu Buxian added a sentence of his own, which in Changsun Hong's view, was a very obvious signal that Hu Buxian had tied him closer to Changsun Hong's boat.

He wrote three words: "Hongmen Banquet".

There are not many words, but the meaning is in place.

Changsun Hong looked at these three words deeply, stared at them for a long time, and then tilted his head back slightly, rested on the back of the chaise longue, closed his eyes, and let the sunlight above his head shine on himself from among the leaves, bringing a trace of warmth.

Idlers in the inner courtyard of the government office are not allowed to enter, it is quiet and elegant, and even the servants who are waiting from afar also walk out of the courtyard gate with each other, not to disturb the contemplative ghost king.

This is something that all close attendants know, and when the Ghost King is alone in a relaxed manner, it is often when he is thinking about big things, and many decisions that turn the outside world upside down are made in such a situation.

Changsun Hong's right hand tapped lightly on the stone table, making a slight knock.

A lark that flew from nowhere landed on a cloud bamboo in the depths of the courtyard, looked around, jumped up and down on the branches, and tilted its head to look at the motionless man in the courtyard, and finally got bold, jumped over, and landed on the stone table to peck at a plate of dried radishes by the tea bowl.

It was Changsun Hong's breakfast meal, the taste was sour and crunchy, very chewy, Changsun Hong left it after eating, as a snack in his leisure time.

The lark pecked, jumped to the side, waited, and found that the man with only his fingers was moving without any threat to his actions, and he jumped over again, pecked again, and jumped away again.

After repeating this several times, the lark finally determined that the man was probably asleep, so he flew to the edge of the saucer and buried his head in his mouth the largest dried radish.

At that moment, Changsun Hong's squinting eyes suddenly opened, and his right hand was lightning startled, strangling the bird's body before the lark could not escape, and firmly grasped it in the palm of his hand.

The lark struggled in fright, kept writhing, but where was a flat-haired beast who was a human opponent, in the hands of the eldest grandson Hong's iron clamp, it had no power to resist.

A breeze blew, bringing up the long strip of silk behind the soft-horned scarf on the top of the eldest grandson's head, fluttering behind his head, and he sat up straight and looked at the bird in his hand.

The dried turnip, which had been pecked, fell on his hand.

"Birds die for food, but how can people not do the same?" The eldest grandson Hong smiled, touched the head of the frightened lark twice, shook his head, and casually threw the frightened bird into the sky.

The lark regained his freedom, and immediately flapped his wings and flew away, running away without looking back.

"The cunning rabbit is dead and the lackey cooks, the ancients don't deceive me, but this rabbit is not dead yet, so I want to beat the dog." Changsun Hong looked up at the lark that gradually disappeared at the height of the eaves, leaned back on the chair again, picked up the dried radish that the bird pecked a few times and looked at it, and the corners of his mouth floated a playful arc: "A princess, how can it be more valuable than this dried radish, eat it, or not eat it?" ”

He did not answer his words, but sat quietly and threw the dried radish into the flowers.

No matter how good the dried radish is, no matter how delicious and sweet, if you throw it in the flowers, no one will eat it again.

Two days later, Changsun Hong quietly left Chang'an City, Jingzhao Prefecture, and led his elite to the north, where the Han Wanhu Za Zhu'er, who was entrenched in Xingzhou and Yanjing, stubbornly refused the persuasion of Shi Tianze and others again and again, insisted on refusing to belong to Changsun Hong, and even sheltered Di Shun and others who had escaped.

Such a tumor must be removed with a bloody blade, otherwise it will bring up a large number of small forces that refuse to be attached, and the eldest grandson Hong personally led almost all the forces to the past with the rigorous attitude when facing Liu Heima, and strived to complete the battle.

He left, but left a list.

This list was posted overnight in almost all the cities, market towns that stretched from Jingzhao Mansion to Hedong, Hexi Corridor and even the Western Regions, and even some villages with few people were no exception.

Presiding over this work was none other than the monk Zicong, who had rejoined the new boss, and the Han Chinese, who wore a gray-robed monk's uniform every day, wrote the list by himself.

The name of the list is called "Calling the Northerners to Tell the List".

If you put it bluntly, it can also be called a merit-seeking order.

Roughly speaking, it means that the Hui people, Khitan people, Jurchen people, Turkic people, Dangxiang people, Han people, and all kinds of people in the Western Regions, no matter what race or country you are, as long as you are willing to belong to Sun Hong, the chief of Dali, you will have a hot meal to eat, a piece of clothing to wear, and a stable environment for your family to live in.

Everyone has lived tremblingly under the blade of the Mongols for many years, and their families are broken, their wives are separated, and they live very aggrieved. Now it's different, Changsun Hong is the ghost king of Dali, he is the master of you, taking advantage of the Mongolian infighting, it is a good time to take revenge, as long as you listen to the ghost king, work hard for the ghost king, the ghost king will lead everyone to live a good life again.

The ghost king is very benevolent, and he is not guilty of everything in the past, no matter whether you have sold your life for the Mongols in the past, as long as you come here now, you are all good brothers, and even the Mongols who are not dealing with the Lin Jinjin family can come.

Eclectic talent reduction.

As soon as the list was posted, it aroused a violent reaction in Monan, the literate and illiterate, the brocade robes, the tattered clothes, the noble and the lowly, all gathered in front of the list in a mold, carefully studied, and some enthusiastic young people even read the words on the list in public with emotion.

Inside the high door, in the dark candle room of the secret room, in the Yang or in the teahouse and wine shop, the mouth is foaming, but everyone who has some ability, or thinks that he has some ability, is talking about this list openly or secretly.

The name of Sun Hong, the eldest of Guanzhong, has been quietly spread all over the Yellow River over the years, and even in the tribes as far away as Mobei, there is a name of this person.

Because the person who killed the prime minister of the Mongolian Han region will definitely be known to everyone, although the eldest grandson Hong has clean hands and feet and left no evidence. But some rumors are slowly spreading, and the gossip still makes many people feel that it is more true than the official news.

His big seal is stamped at the end of the list, which is very shocking.

It is easy to inquire about this person's experience, what he has done, and what he is capable of.

This person is not simple, this person has the ability. Most people would easily come to this conclusion.

Liu Heima, Zhang Rou, and Shi Tianze's names used to be very loud in Hebei, and these people either died under Changsun Hong, or became his vassals, which is very telling.

And the monk Zicong and others spared no effort to run, rhetoric, running and lobbying among the various high-ranking families, persuading these families with the background of the gate valve to take the initiative to come out and take refuge, and the results were also remarkable, these families who were struggling to live in the troubled times were like pushing away the dark clouds to see the sun, and were pleasantly surprised to find that a Han man who was much better than the Mongols was willing to treat them well, and he had recognized most of the eldest grandson Hong from the bottom of his heart.

Under the influence of the psychology of conformity and the idea of clinging to the powerful, an endless stream of people came out of the corners in all directions, converged to Jingzhao Mansion, and then settled by Liu Tang left behind in Xijing one by one, and diverted to various cities along the Yellow River that had been planned for a long time.

This force, like a vigorous vitality, merges into the devastated yellow earth, and the Monan Han land, which will be tortured to the death of Mongolia, has been revitalized.

took refuge in the new master, so he naturally had to show his ability, rule the world with civil ministers, and be a military general.

Everywhere is thriving, everywhere is a waste waiting to be revived.

Of course, the important official positions everywhere are still held by the people of the Changsun Hongda Li Department and the Sichuan Department, which is fundamental and unshakable. I want to talk about "Lisong" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~