The old master said slightly: "Your Highness... Fight... What are you doing with me? ”

"Look at the three of us, Hong Zhi is a general, what are you doing fighting people? I'm a prince, and you won't dare to fight you! As long as you look like a rich person, it's you! Fight the master book! ”

"No... No.. Your Highness, Your Majesty still has a lot of work to do. The old master's resistance was obviously in vain, and before he could speak, he had been dragged to the courtyard by Yang Yi.

Yang Yi picked up the cardboard on the table and sighed: "I've been upside down for a long time with this thing, and it's a little rougher, but unfortunately it hasn't waxed yet, let's make do with it first, come on!" ”

Hong Zhi is a big man in the army, and he is indispensable to play gambling with his colleagues on weekdays, so he is naturally quick to get started, and the old master is an old literati, and he can quickly understand the simple arithmetic exchange game of playing cards. As soon as the two learned it, they were fascinated by this novel card game.

There is a reason why pornography, gambling, and drugs are the second most depraved, and they are even higher than drugs. Yang Yi and the three are obvious examples, since Yang Yi taught the other two to "fight the master book", they have to come a few times every day when they have nothing to do. For Yang Yi, he is idle except for eating and sleeping, so he basically plays all day.

Fortunately, Yang Yi's department is a place without authority, and no one usually comes, Yang Yi, the chief official, is all playful, and the other two are demoted, and the other is not promoted, so naturally they don't have much ambition. In less than half a month, the level of three-person card skills has been on par.

"Lao Hong, have you found out about the fierce people? How did they sneak into the imperial capital? One against ten! Yang Yi leaned back on the wooden chair and rummaged through the simple playing cards in his hand.

Hong Zhi was also sorting out the cards and said: "The fierce Di people should have started preparing a few months ago, pretending to be a merchant escort from the north to enter Daguang in batches. ”

After the Diguang Alliance more than ten years ago, the two countries opened some caravan trade after two years of rapprochement, except for weapons, horses, grain, salt, and other restricted items, silk and other civilian goods trade is still very frequent.

"Hey, wait, I want this, a pair of baskets." Hong Zhi continued: "But it is impossible to find out where so many of these people's blades and even war horses came from, and most of the customs clearance documents of the caravan came from the military and political envoys. Although there is no direct evidence that the military and political history collaborated with the enemy, the involvement must be inseparable, so Lord Wang Yi was demoted to Dingzhou by three levels. ”

"A pair of pointers, and one more. No? Nope. Yang Yi touched the coffee in his arms and asked, "How many fierce people are here?" ”

"Two thousand three hundred and sixty-one people, all buried in that valley, and it took a lot of effort to clean them up."

Yang Yi shuffled the cards and suddenly thought of the woman named Fulan, and asked, "Is there a woman?" ”

Hong glanced at him, shook his head and said, "No, how can there be women in the army, more than 2,300 people are all fierce elites." ”

Yang Yi frowned and thought about it, maybe it was to smash the city.

"Is there any news from there?"

"No, Di Di refused to respond to this matter, and the dynasty has already sent someone from Honglu Temple to negotiate."

Yang Yi said with a smile: "What's the use of negotiating, if people dare to do this kind of thing, they don't care if you use your mouth to ask for guilt." ”

"Lao Jia! You don't call me, don't call me. Seeing that the old master had not moved for a long time with the cards, Yang Yi stuffed Yili melon seeds into his mouth and urged him.

The old master stroked his long beard, glanced at Yang Yi, and was already accustomed to Yang Yi's empty city plan, and said leisurely: "Of course the lower officials want it." "Raise your hand to turn over the hole cards, a big general (king) two twos.

Yang Yi looked at Hong Zhi in despair with the next one...

The old master bookkeeper leisurely sorted out the cards, and from time to time he looked at Yang Yi and the others: "Five, six, seven, eight, ninety, hook, circle, saw." ”

Yang Yi shook his head, looked at Hong Zhi, and shook his head helplessly, both of them couldn't afford it.

The old master smiled and drew a stack of cards: "Three top players with a three." Does Your Highness want it? ”

"I can't afford it...."

The old master's face was about to laugh into a bad pancake: "Hmm... Four two..."

Seeing that there were only two cards in the old master's hand, Yang Yi stood up fiercely and said to Hong Zhi: "Lao Hong, didn't you say that you ran out of paper in the morning?" Why hasn't it been delivered yet, I'll have to go and see. As he spoke, he put down the cards in his hand and turned to leave.

Hong Zhi was stunned for a moment, and quickly put down the cards in his hand and said, "Hmm... I have to send the official document of the change of military position in Yazhou from the Ministry of Officials to the top quickly,"

"You... You guys! The old master looked at the backs of the two of them leaving and the two lonely generals in his hands, and his face twitched unconsciously....

This situation must run, since Jia Zhushu learned to fight the landlord, I don't know if it is good luck or his high talent, Yang Yi, who fights directly, can't find the north, and if he doesn't run for a month, he will be won away.

The paper used by the military department is distributed by a special paper mill, and every few days a staff is sent to each office. Yang Yi and the others ran out of paper yesterday, and they should have been delivered in the morning, but there was no news until the afternoon. Yang Yi has not been out of the Yamen of the Ministry of War for almost half a month, and today he just took the opportunity to skip work and go out for a walk.

Changed out of the official house, dressed in casual clothes, hugged coffee in his left hand, and dragged a paper fan in his right hand, turning into an image of a Kankan son. I rented a carriage and headed all the way to West City.

The advertising campaign of "China Embroidery" now completely covers the entire imperial capital, and it is already famous, especially in the circle of high-class aristocrats, and many people are beginning to be proud of being able to enter China Embroidery. A few days ago, Liu Wenzheng held the first and monthly auction in the embroidery village, and auctioned two embroidered paintings with famous inscriptions for more than 10,000 taels of silver. And ordinary embroidery paintings are also rising, and there is a scene where supply exceeds demand.

Yang Yi instructed Liu Wenzheng to rely on the current reputation of China Embroidery, and rapidly expand other businesses, under Yang Yi's suggestion, China Embroidery continued to expand the scope, ready to build the first formal opera house in Daguang, compared with other high-end technology industries, to make a cultural and artistic center like the Sydney Grand Theatre out, the technical requirements are much lower, although it is still limited to the range of nobles and high-class people, but fortunately, compared with the economic culture of Daguang and the dynasties that Yang Yi knows, it is still in the forefront. If Yang Yi had traveled through the past 100 years, Daguang would have been the era of the real political, economic, and military full flowering, almost comparable to China in the Qin, Han, Tang and Song dynasties, and that would be the time for him to show his talents.

History is circular and inevitable, and the Great Light Dynasty can't escape this curse, from the rush of the founding of the country, to the reversal of things, and then the image of Zhongxing, and finally irretrievably degenerate, slow death, until a certain year, a certain month, and a certain time in the future, someone or something gives it a heart-piercing arrow, and the behemoth will fall down, and gradually disappear in the long river of years.

Daguang is going downhill, and Yang Yi, a person who doesn't understand politics, can clearly feel that this former oriental dragon is gradually entering its twilight years. The young steppe wolf in the north, who is only a few decades old, always unscrupulously does things on the old dragon of Daguang, which is the best proof. The old dragon had no choice but to lick the wounds all over his body while looking up to the sky and howling, trying to use his remaining majesty to deter the little animals that spied on him.

"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse" is true, but when all the bones of a dead camel are taken away by a wolf, it is not necessarily bigger than a horse.

Yang Yi didn't know if he was a piece of meat or a hair on this camel. If he could choose, he would prefer to make a tooth, and the rabbit's two big teeth dare to bite people when he is in a hurry, let alone a camel.

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