Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Wrath of the Beauty

It's ridiculous to live and take it as an ideal in another time and space. But in this chaotic time and space, surviving is a luxury for many people. Countless people die every day due to war and starvation. Survival is the basis for the realization of all ideals, abandoning the military and civilians under his jurisdiction, with He Tengxiao's current property, it is not difficult to live a prosperous life.

He Tengxiao often had such thoughts, but his conscience told him that he couldn't do it. He was a man who had died once, and he was able to appreciate the preciousness of life better than anyone else. I thought of the 60,000 lives slaughtered by the Liao army on the beach of Yingzhou, the cold corpses everywhere on the way to the south, and the 79 lives taken by He Shizhong under the command of the horse bandits in the night attack. He Tengxiao couldn't bear to abandon the soldiers and civilians under his jurisdiction, and the more he felt that life was precious. Since God had given him another life, he always felt that he had to do something to make this trip. In the previous life, He Tengxiao didn't want to waste this life, so he hastily lived this life.

Walking to the end of the wheat field, He Tengxiao stopped and looked into the distance, leaving only a monotonous skyline at the end of the empty field. And on the other side of the skyline, is the Liao army's occupied area, every day there are refugees from the Liao army's occupied area who risk their lives to flee south, what kind of life do the people of the Zhao Empire under the Liao army's occupied area live?

After He Tengxiao heard that the Liao army took Liaoyang City as the capital, he treated the Han people of Liaodong to a large extent, and implemented the so-called benevolent government of the Great Liao State in the mouth of the monarchs and ministers of the Liao State. Perhaps, the benevolent government in the mouths of the monarchs and ministers of the Liao State is just a pretense, or rather, the innovation of the founding of the Liao State has not achieved much effect.

Although the Liao State tried to innovate, it tried to absorb the advanced Han culture and speed up the Sinicization of the Liao State. However, for a backward nation like Liao, which is a semi-nomadic and semi-agrarian nation, there is still a long way to go to complete the transformation from a semi-nomadic and semi-agrarian civilization to an agrarian civilization. The Meng ancients have walked this road for more than 300 years without success, and they are still eating wind and sand on the desert. The old family and the eight princes of the Manshu clan are all resistance to the reform of the Liao State, and the reform will inevitably violate the interests of these people.

"Now that you are an official, there are many troubles." Yuan Zhengyu sorted out the scattered letters on the case for He Tengxiao on the one hand, and complained to He Tengxiao on the other.

After becoming a battalion general, there are a lot more troubles, He Tengxiao can hand over some trivial matters to Lu Bingwen and your four scholars to help deal with them, if you are entangled in these trivial matters, He Tengxiao probably doesn't even have time to train the army.

He Tengxiao boldly delegated power to small things and trivial matters, but He Tengxiao must bow down to major things, experience it himself, firmly grasp it in his own hands, and dare not slack off at all. He Tengxiao must look at the letters that come and go, and some useless letters He Tengxiao hastily browses them, and He Tengxiao's eyes and attention on some valuable letters will stay on these valuable letters for a while.

Yuan Zhengyu is He Tengxiao's close and trustworthy person, coupled with Yuan Zhengyu's ice and snow intelligence who was born in a scholarly family, and does not let Yuan Zhengyu be his personal secretary, He Tengxiao feels a little violent.

"I'm a general, and you're half a general's wife now, what's the matter, if you get my light, you will be full of complaints when you do more things?" He Tengxiao walked slowly to the case, ready to start reading these boring letters.

"Phew, bah, bah." Yuan Zhengyu's face flushed, and she said angrily, "Who is the general's wife?" Don't be ashamed to say such things! ”

He Tengxiao raised his head, the green silk on Yuan Zhengyu's temples was a little scattered, and his pretty face was like a ripe red apple, He Tengxiao couldn't help but reach out and comb Yuan Zhengyu's messy hair on his temples. Of course, don't forget to rub oil on Yuan Zhengyu's face, this face, if you don't rub oil, it's also a tyrannical thing.

He Tengxiao holds the blade all the year round, and the palm of his hand has already had thick calluses, thick with some roughness, He Tengxiao's rough hand swiped Yuan Zhengyu's delicate red face, and Yuan Zhengyu felt a little itchy.

"Take away your dirty hands!"

He Tengxiao was thinking that Yuan Zhengyu's face was really tyrannical if he didn't rub oil, and Yuan Zhengyu threw a stack of letters on He Tengxiao's face.

He Teng beat his chest angrily: "You just cleaned up, you have scattered this throw, you are busy working in vain, why don't you come over and clean up again!" “

Seeing a table of scattered letters, He Tengxiao couldn't help but have a big brain, the font of this era is too large, and the number of words is naturally small, for people like He Tengxiao, who can read words that are not much bigger than ants in later generations, it doesn't take much time for He Tengxiao to read these letters. He Tengxiao's reading speed was so fast, Yuan Zhengyu was surprised for a while after seeing it, at first he thought that He Tengxiao was just swallowing dates, and reading these documents and letters was just a formality. But after He Tengxiao read it, he remembered the content of the documents and letters clearly, and there were almost no deviations, and Yuan Zhengyu was convinced that He Tengxiao had indeed read the documents and letters, not just a casual look. The so-called one glance and ten lines are nothing more than that.

He Tengxiao has such a head, it is a pity not to study and win fame, and to be a general. Yuan Zhengyu often inevitably has such thoughts, this dynasty is noble and martial, a literati with meritorious fame and official status, and his social status is much higher than that of a martial artist.

Although He Tengxiao reads quickly, it is very boring to read a bunch of letters from many people he doesn't know, and after Yuan Zhengyu's classification, it will be much easier. However, now, He Tengxiao felt that his head was big when he looked at the pile of messy letters on the case.

He Tengxiao looked at Yuan Zhengyu pitifully, hoping that Yuan Zhengyu could sort out and classify these letters again.

I didn't want Yuan Zhengyu to glare at He Tengxiao, leaving He Tengxiao with a resolute back, and left the lobby.

Xie Yunxin covered her mouth and giggled, and He Tengxiao hit Xie Yunxin with the idea heartlessly. Xie Yunxin is the widow of a degraded official in the DPRK, and although she is younger, she is still competent in sorting letters. Make the best use of everything, and you should also train this girl to be your personal secretary, He Tengxiao thought so.

"Hey, hey." He Tengxiao smiled and said to Xie Yunxin, "Little girl, come and help me sort it out." ”

He Tengxiao pointed to the scattered letters on the case.

Xie Yunxin didn't shirk it, walked to the case, and picked out two from a pile of scattered letters and gave them to He Tengxiao: "Sister Zheng Yu said that the other letters are irrelevant, and these two letters must be read carefully." ”

"Oh?" He Tengxiao suspiciously took the two letters in Xie Yunxin's small hand.

As soon as He Tengxiao took the letter, Xie Yunxin ran out of the lobby as if she had fled.

He Tengxiao hurriedly raised his head and asked, "Little girl, where are you going?" Come back and sort the letters. ”

Xie Yunxin ran away, turned around and said to He Tengxiao with a smile: "Sister Zhengyu said that you can't be caught as a coolie, and I'm not a little girl!" ”

After Xie Yunxin ran out of the lobby, He Tengxiao was left alone in the hall, looking at a pile of letters and messy letters. sighed bitterly, Xie Yunxin's good little girl film made Yuan Zhengyu bad.