This reward activity was very concise, and Zhang Mao originally wanted to give his nephew a banquet for the courtiers for three days, but Zhang Jun refused. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He recalled the day before yesterday, and the situation in Lingjuntai was still in front of him······

At that time, his uncle put a stack of documents in front of Zhang Jun, and he didn't need to read them to know that these notes must have been written by those ministers who had something to do with Guangwu County. I only heard my uncle say earnestly: "Jun'er, look at these songs, they are all asking for severe punishment for you······ If it weren't for your triumphant return, this time it would definitely not be easy to pass! ”

"What Father said is very true!" Zhang Jun lowered his head and said sincerely: "My nephew acted recklessly, thanks to my father's care. ”

"Alas······" Zhang Mao hammered his leg, picked up the hot tea on the table and blew it, put it down without drinking it, and said, "Guangwu County is really erosive? ”

Zhang Jun didn't dare to hide it, let alone hide it, so he truthfully reported his two visits to Guangwu County, and finally, he said in a deep voice: "Father, the place is erosive, and the government army is unbearable. You don't know if you can hear the sound when you go down. ”

This is extremely serious, if the local government army has really reached the point of listening to the tune and not listening to the announcement, then the Zhang clan will not be far from defeat.

When Zhang Mao heard this, his brows furrowed, and he said: "I don't think it will be like this in every place, but it is a fact that the place is erosive, and if it is not rectified as soon as possible, I am afraid that it will overturn." ”

"Father sees thousands of miles!" Zhang Jun continued: "Although the main force of my Daliang is led by the Chinese army, in fact, the role of the local government army cannot be underestimated. This time, my nephew went out to fight, and he brought the government army of Guangwu County, as long as the officers who violated military discipline were eliminated, and then the old and weak were eliminated, the government army was still available. ”

"Hmmm······" Zhang Mao showed a thoughtful look and thought to himself: "My nephew will never lie to him, which means that the local situation has indeed deteriorated to a certain extent." Judging from the situation of Jun'er's expedition, as long as the government army is reorganized, it will still make a lot of achievements. ”

So, after a while, Zhang Mao muttered: "Nephew, if your uncle hands over the burden of rectifying local military affairs to you, what about it?" ”

"What!" Zhang Jun almost dropped his jaw in shock, and said in his heart, your old man really thinks that his nephew is a superman, and the rectification of Guangwu County has already offended all the local people, large and small, if you rectify the government army in Liangzhou, then you will definitely become a public enemy of the wealthy family. Let's not talk about whether the whole army can go on, if he dares to do this, don't think that he can still sit in the position of state minister.

But if you refuse, doesn't that mean that you don't dare to do anything? In other words, which superior person wants to see his heir cowardly and afraid of offending people? This is not good, that is not good, Zhang Jun suddenly fell into a dilemma.

"That's right!" Under the brain teaser, he suddenly thought of a way, and immediately spoke: "Uncle, nephew thinks that you can't be in a hurry at this time. ”

Sure enough, hearing the meaning of rejection in Zhang Jun's words, a trace of disappointment flashed in Zhang Mao's eyes.

However, Zhang Jun then said: "But my nephew suggested choosing a place to pilot!" ”

"Pilot?" Zhang Mao was puzzled: "What do you mean?" ”

Zhang Jun said: "Uh······ Pilots, the location of the test is also ······"

Secretly pinching a handful of sweat, Zhang Jun said: "The rectification of the government army can not be done overnight, and it involves a wide range of things, it can be said that it affects the whole body, and once things are not harmonious, it will fall short." ”

Seeing his uncle's approving look, he continued: "Jun steals that it is not too late to be selected to carry out the election and accumulate experience, and if it is effective, it is not too late to promote it slowly. In this way, it can also give the wealthy families in various places time to accept, and it will not lead to the intensification of contradictions and cause chaos. ”

"As my nephew said, I have grown a lot." Zhang Mao approvingly: "Then it's decided, if you don't work for anything, you will take Guangwu County as a pilot place, and you will be appointed as the guard of Guangwu County." If it works, it's not too late to promote it. In that case, I will give you the rank of governor of the foreign armies, so that you may be able to do your work. ”

"No!" When Zhang Jun heard this, he was excited: "I finally have my own territory, and the military and government will grasp it!" ”

"Don't be too happy, boy!" Seeing his nephew's proud appearance, Zhang Mao couldn't help but pour cold water and said: "Guangwu County is the rear of Jincheng County, and it bears the heavy burden of transferring grain, grass and military salaries to the front line, and once the Huns bypass Jincheng, you will have to command the army to block the enemy." It's not a light burden! ”

"Please rest assured, uncle!" Zhang Jun stood up and solemnly bowed: "My nephew must live up to his mission, not only to train an elite army for my uncle, but also to open up wasteland and minimize the pressure on the treasury." ”

"Hahaha!" Zhang Mao smiled and said: "You have a heart, but don't worry about the problem of food, the wind and rain have been smooth in the past few years, and the grain in stock has become moldy······"

Zhang Jun listened, and also sighed in his heart, in this Xiaoice River era, the whole world is full of natural disasters, but only Liangzhou is smooth in wind and rain, perhaps this is also one of the reasons for the continuous development and growth of Qianliang in history.

After chatting with his uncle for a long time, Zhang Jun got up to say goodbye. But what he didn't know was that in this dormitory, when he was gone, something else had happened······

In the palace, shortly after Zhang Jun left.

Da Liang Guo, who was kneeling on the couch, looked at him slightly, as if he was sleepy and contemplative. Soon, his lips moved, and he said, "Zifei, what do you think of the dog nephew?" ”

At this time, I saw the shadow wall on the east side of the palace moving slowly, and a middle-aged scribe walked out, if Zhang Jun was still here, he would definitely recognize him at a glance, just because this person's name is Yan Zeng, the word is non, although he is an authentic southerner, but he ran all the way to the northwest, and on the first day of entering the capital of Daliang country, he knocked on the palace door at night to admonish, stunned all the courtiers, and anyone who mentioned him had to give a thumbs up and praise "Chenchen".

Yan Zeng gave a slight salute and said: "Back to the lord, the subordinate is the history of the living order, and the duty is only to record all the words and deeds of the lord according to the truth, not to praise the painting on the side of the lord like a strategist." ”

Zhang Mao shook his head with a helpless smile, and said after a low cough: "You, you, it's been two years, I thought that the position of the living order would smooth out some of your edges and corners, but I didn't expect that it still hasn't changed at all." ”

Yan Zeng bowed slightly and said, "Yan Zeng will always be Yan Zeng, if Yan Zeng changes, what is the use of the lord?" ”

"Hahaha!" Zhang Mao smiled heartily: "What a good person, yes, what I value you is that you dare to admonish directly." After that, Zhang Mao took another breath and said: "The weight of the society lies in the inheritance. Zifei, don't you want to speak to me anymore, but to be a minister who bends down between the cases? ”

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