Chapter Seventy-Seven: Who's Right and Who Is Wrong?
Deng Huaiyuan has a large circle of people around him, including officials from the state government and his generals, who have been waiting outside Wen Tianxiang's residence for a long time, and the lanterns in the hands of the little entourage have been changed several times. Several of Wen Tianxiang's subordinates who had been following Wen Tianxiang were guarding the gate of the courtyard, looking at the people outside the courtyard very vigilantly, not knowing what was going on, the situation became so tense.
"Lord Wen, you're back, Huaiyuan and the officials of Zhangzhou have been waiting for you for a long time!" Deng Huaiyuan bowed down to greet Wen Tianxiang, who had returned slowly.
Wen Tianxiang was a little surprised when he saw the formation outside, Deng Huaiyuan watched the demonstration of the thunder, it was very likely that he would visit at night, this was what he expected, he didn't expect so many people to come and the scene was so big!
"Huaiyuan, what is the matter with me so late, so formal and grand, is there a new military intelligence report?"
Deng Huaiyuan said in his heart that Lord Wen has always been straightforward, why did he start playing haha today, and said with a low body: "Lord Wen, Huaiyuan has something important to discuss!" ”
"Okay then, let's talk to the back room, then you men ......"
"Master Wen doesn't have to worry too much, just let them wait!"
The hot tea on the table had gradually cooled, and it had been a full moment since they sat down, and the two of them did not speak to each other across the table. Wen Tianxiang, whose face was as silent as the well water of a deep lake, couldn't see any emotion, which made Deng Huaiyuan finally unable to hold his breath and asked, "Lord Wen, what do you think?" ”
"What do you think?"
"What do you think of this thunderstorm, and that civilian Zhao Tianyou!"
Wen Tianxiang took a sip of the teacup, and said very calmly: "How much are these thunderstorms worth by Zhao Tianyou?" ”
"A priceless treasure, a big killer that can influence the direction of the war, and its value is worth as much as this Zhangzhou City! It's even more precious! Deng Huaiyuan no longer concealed it, and told the truth his opinion on the thunder.
"These firearms were specially sent to me by Zhao Tianyou, do you know why?"
"It must be out of admiration for the adults to assist Zhangzhou to resist the Yuan and kill the enemy! Regardless of personal gains and losses, I admire Zhao Tianyou very much in this matter! Loyal and brave to pay so much for the court, it should be a reward from high-ranking officials. ”
Wen Tianxiang shook his head and said: "Huaiyuan, you think wrong, Zhao Tianyou is a capable person, and he will not look at it at all. On the contrary, he is a person who attaches great importance to affection, and this time he took the risk to send these firearms, just to repay me a favor, what does Huaiyuan have in mind? ”
"My lord, Huaiyuan is not hiding it, after the banquet, up and down Zhangzhou, officials and gentry of all sizes recognized the power of the thunder. Gather in front of the government to ask for his life, and ask Huaiyuan to leave Zhao Tianyou, and only after obtaining the production method of the thunder can he be let go! After Deng Huaiyuan finished speaking, he stood up and bowed to Wen Tianxiang for a long time.
Wen Tianxiang's face changed and said, "What? Do you want how to make Thunderbolt? If Zhao Tianyou doesn't teach, will he use tough means or even kill them? ”
"Please forgive Lord Wen, Huaiyuan really thinks so!"
Wen Tianxiang snorted coldly and said: "Such a treacherous and dirty thing, the famous Lord Deng Huaiyuan of Zhangzhou, who helped you come up with it?" ”
"If Zhao Tianyou can teach him how to make it, Huaiyuan will never hurt him! If he refuses to serve the court with different intentions, Huaiyuan would rather bear this treacherous name, all of which is my Song family, Lord Wen! If we can make a large number of thunderstorms, not only will there be no problem in resisting the Yuan soldiers, but we also have the power to counterattack, and we will go north to recover Lin'an and welcome back the Queen Mother, all in one fell swoop! ”
Deng Huaiyuan was very excited as he spoke, slowly raised his body, looked directly at Wen Tianxiang with his eyes, and seemed to have made up his mind in his heart, and was even ready to stop considering Wen Tianxiang's attitude, no matter what, he had to use force.
Wen Tianxiang shook his head, extremely uncomfortable in his heart, he knew very well that what Deng Huaiyuan said made sense. With such a powerful thunderbolt, the production method is in the hands of a commoner, how can the imperial court rest assured, there are only two methods, one is to win over the high-ranking officials and use it for me, and the other is to force him to obey with a knife on his neck.
The first method Wen Tianxiang had already used it just now, and it had little effect on Zhao Tianyou, and Wen Tianxiang didn't dare to open his mouth to send a word side by side to Zhao Tianyou, if that was really possible! Deng Huaiyuan had a tacit understanding that he wanted to use the second type, because he was the master of Zhangzhou City, and no one could disobey his will on the one-third of an acre of land he had cultivated for many years.
Even if Wen Tianxiang is the prime minister of the dynasty, in Deng Huaiyuan's view, the righteousness of the anti-yuan is in his hands, and Zhao Tianyou should obey him and obediently hand over the production method. If it weren't so smooth and forced Deng Huaiyuan to use force, he would have finally taught the production method, and he would not be ready to let Zhao Tianyou go.
Because he couldn't see the kind of awe in Zhao Tianyou's eyes, as a third-grade Zhizhou, Zhao Tianyou was a local civilian who needed to pay homage to him in front of the hall and get approval before he could get up!
The kind of indifference to the status level in Zhao Tianyou's eyes, Deng Huaiyuan felt that he had been provoked by an invisible provocation, and it could even be said to be a wordless insult, which he absolutely could not accept. As the saying goes, no one is perfect, and the wise man in Qinggao also has his own shortcomings, Deng Huaiyuan is a scholar in power, and he controls the life and death of more than 200,000 people around him, and has developed a habit that cannot be ignored by others over the years.
And he himself thinks that righteousness comes first, and for the safety of the Great Song Dynasty, he does not have the slightest selfishness to make profits from it, even if he is really immoral, he is willing to bear this notoriety.
"What if I were to block it? Is Lord Deng going to take me down too? By the way, cut off the head that I, a Mongolian, would have dreamed of cutting off! Wen Tianxiang's arrogance is famous all over the world, even in front of the table of Boyan, the left prime minister of the Yuan Dynasty, he also scolded, and the scolding Boyan was speechless, but he didn't dare to kill him, so he could only arrest him and take care of him first.
Deng Huaiyuan looked at Wen Tianxiang with a cold face, subconsciously took a step back, and gritted his teeth and said, "Huaiyuan doesn't dare, but if Master Wen wants to stop it, he can't stop it." The safety of more than 30,000 soldiers and civilians in Zhangzhou City, the surrounding villages of 200,000 peasants, and even half of the remnants of our Great Song Dynasty, they did not allow Master Wen to stop me. ”
After Wen Tianxiang left, Zhao Tianyou didn't feel sleepy for a while, grabbed a plate of refreshments and melon seeds, turned over to the four-story attic of the restaurant, and sat on the eaves to eat melon seeds to enjoy the cool. There was a sudden barking of dogs in the distance, followed by a flak of torches, and many people were moving.
After Zhao Tianyou's crossing, not only did his consciousness and strength speed increase, but his five senses also changed greatly, and his eyesight also improved greatly. The figure that was not so far away could be seen clearly by pulling out the waist knife.