Chapter 12: The head of the He family

The heavy snow that had fallen for two days had just stopped, and the grass and trees cut in the courtyard of the Gaizhou Counselor's Mansion were still covered in silver.

Wu'an Gonghe Fangxiong sat in front of the chessboard, and the chess pieces in his hand did not fall for a long time. Ahem, He Fangxiong coughed a few times, and the maid who was waiting on the side handed him a handkerchief.

"I didn't expect you to be so aggressive in chess." He Fangxiong's voice was hoarse. He Fangxiong is over 70 years old, and he is physically and mentally exhausted from driving all the way from Fuzhou to Gaizhou, and his physical condition is not good, so when he plays against He Tengxiao, He Fangxiong coughs a few times almost every move to feel more comfortable.

He Fangxiong made a special trip to Gaizhou mainly to rearrange Gaizhou's defense. The Manshu people entered the hinterland of Liaodong, and the situation in Liaodong changed dramatically, and the original defense system of the He family could no longer cope with the current situation. He Fangxiong is not worried about the people below doing things, and he must do everything himself, otherwise he would not be over seventy years old, and he still holds on to the clan power when he is not in good health.

For such a major event as Nantou, where there are more than 30,000 Wu people in Liaoyang, only he, the head of the family, can call the shots. At the same time, in the battle to defend Gaizhou, the main city of Gaizhou City only achieved more than 1,100 levels, while a small Qianhu in Pingshan Fort obtained 960 levels of heads, such military feats are dazzling. He Fangxiong was naturally also interested in meeting the military attache guarding the fort.

If it weren't for the military merits of this battle, He Tengxiao might never have had the opportunity to witness the head of the He family. He Fangxiong described it as withered, his temples were white, only the eyes were still so bright, He Fangxiong's physical condition was not optimistic, but his mental state was not bad. He Tengxiao's childhood was spent in the deep mansion of the He family, and he still has some understanding of the situation of the He family. Before he was turned into a family (side) (edge) (yuan), the three brothers of the He family, He Shilong, He Shihu, and He Shibao, were already fighting openly and secretly for clan power, intrigue. This is also an important reason why He Fangxiong refuses to let go of the clan power, He Fangxiong is worried that once he lets go of the clan power, the situation within the He family will get out of control.

He Fangxiong hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up. He Tengxiao smiled slightly, picked up one and fell.

After He Tengxiao fell, He Fangxiong sighed, with a chagrin expression, "It's your way." ”

He Tengxiao was addicted to games in his previous life. At that time in the army, no one in the entire regiment could win him by playing Go, He Fangxiong was good, and his chess strength was naturally not weak, but compared with He Tengxiao, He Fangxiong's chess skills were slightly inferior to He Tengxiao by three points.

"Wu Angong was careless, and the younger generation got lucky." He Tengxiao ate He Fangxiong's three sons, although he is He Fangxiong's grandson, but after leaving the He family for so long, it is not appropriate to call He Fangxiong's grandfather directly now, and he can't call him out.

"It's not a fluke, it's a good move of yours." He Fangxiong looked at the chessboard and said, He Fangxiong likes to play chess very much, but whether he is playing chess with his subordinates or juniors, the juniors will deliberately let him, which makes him very unhappy. This He Tengxiao was unceremonious, and he was forced to a dead end all the way from the opening to the present. Although he had lost this game of chess, He Fangxiong was very happy, and it seemed that he hadn't had such a good time for a long time.

"I didn't expect that among the juniors of the He family, there are talents like you." He Fangxiong instructed his subordinates to put down the chessboard and said, "Nine hundred and sixty level military merits, according to the military law of Da Zhao, it is enough for you to be promoted to three levels, what kind of official do you want." ”

After listening to Old Man He's words, He Tengxiao almost didn't spit out the tea in his mouth just now, this Old Man He is too direct. Can't you be subtle?

If the official is promoted to the third level according to what He Fangxiong said, He Tengxiao can be promoted from 100 households to a battalion general. In Dazhao, it will be a watershed from a thousand households to a battalion, and only military attachés at the battalion general level are qualified to be called generals, and the waist cards used by officers at the level of a thousand households are silver waist cards, while the battalion generals are used gold waist cards. The difference between gold and silver waist medals is the difference between a soldier from a middle-level general and a high-ranking general, and the treatment and status of the two are very different. It is also rare for a 20-year-old battalion to be placed in the three towns of eastern Liaodong, where the stars will gather.

"The younger generation doesn't dare to be greedy." He Tengxiao sat up straight and said, "The younger generation is still young, and he has made some meritorious contributions for a while, if he suddenly crosses the high position, I am afraid that he will not be able to convince the public." He Tengxiao politely rejected He Fangxiong. This is not that He Tengxiao is modest, he has made meritorious contributions in Pingshan Fort, but his age and qualifications are still shallow, if he suddenly jumps to the rank of battalion generals, no one in the He family will be convinced, not to mention that before this he was still an abandoned son who was (side) (edge) (edge) (transformation)?

If He Tengxiao accepts the position of battalion general, it will be very conspicuous not only in the He family, but also in the entire Liaodong, and there will naturally be a lot of unnecessary troubles when he starts to do things in the future.

"Oh?" He Fangxiong raised his eyebrows, obviously a little displeased, and felt that He Tengxiao was very ignorant, "Then what position do you want the old man to reward you?" ”

"Juniors don't dare!" He Tengxiao said, "The pseudo-Liao enters Liaodong, the situation is critical, how dare the younger generation be greedy?" The younger generation is willing to pack up the remnants of the army and take the Pingshan Fort, thinking that I will cover the land of the three states of Jin. "There are endless internal struggles in the He family, He Tengxiao has no capital to gain a foothold in the clan, and he doesn't want to get involved in the internal struggles of the He family and become a pawn at the mercy of others.

"Do you want to be a thousand households in Pingshan Castle?" He Fangxiong is also a human spirit, and he quickly saw He Tengxiao's thoughts.

"I hope that Wu'an will be successful."

He Shifa, a thousand households in Pingshan Fort, is nowhere to be found, and a thousand households in Pingshan Fort is a vacancy, He Tengxiao has a meritorious service in guarding Pingshan Fort, and it is reasonable to make up for thousands of households with the body of a hundred households. Pingshan Fort is now also a hot potato, bordering the area controlled by the Liao army, and the children of the He family avoid it, so far, no one among the children of the He family is willing to take over this position except He Shizhong. What is a headache is that Pingshan Fort is the screen domain of Gaizhou, and He Fangxiong cannot be handed over to outsiders. He Tengxiao can be regarded as a child of the He family no matter what he says, and if He Tengxiao is willing to take over this hot potato, it will also solve a headache for him.

"Since you have this heart, the old man will fulfill you." He Fangxiong agreed to He Tengxiao's request.

He Tengxiao breathed a long sigh of relief, fortunately he was not left in the He family, He Tengxiao's fingertips holding the chess pieces were a little slippery, and the chess pieces fell onto the chessboard, making a crisp sound. I want to be left in the He family, and then he will be a pawn at the mercy of others in the future.

He Tengxiao respectfully thanked He Fangxiong, and after thanking him, he took out a piece of silk cloth from his collar, solemnly placed it on the chessboard, and slowly unfolded the silk cloth.

When the silk cloth was unfurled, the contents of the wrapping cloth were revealed. He Fangxiong looked stunned when he saw it clearly. The destruction of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion was definitely a great blow to the He family, and the He family now has no financial resources to form a large-scale and expensive cavalry. He Shijie, the battalion commander of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion, is the most favored person by He Fangxiong among the grandchildren of the He family, and He Shijie is still the identity of the grandson, if the three brothers of the He family fight endlessly over the inheritance of the head of the family in the future, he will also be able to move He Shijie out. He Fangxiong selected He Shijie as the general of the Xiaoqi battalion from many grandsons, and also intended to train He Shijie to become the successor of the He family. The destruction of the Xiaocai camp and the burial of his grandson on the battlefield can be described as a double blow to He Fangxiong.

He Fangxiong was silent, stroked the bloodstained military flag, and solemnly wrapped the military flag again. Ordered someone to receive it to the study.

"The younger generation still has something to ask for." He Tengxiao bowed and said.

He Fangxiong didn't speak, perhaps because he was too sad and couldn't speak for a while, but just gestured for He Tengxiao to continue.

"I hope that Wu'an Gong will be able to accept the Wu people and Liaodong refugees who cannot escape."

"The refugees in Liaodong, the old man will naturally accept them, as for the 30,000 soldiers of the Wu clan, the matter is very high, and the old man can't be the master." He Fangxiong played an official tone. The four major generals of Liaodong have been fighting endlessly since the founding of the country, and it is obviously impossible for He Fangxiong to accept the Wu family at once.

He Tengxiao got up and left the table, looked at the snow scene in the courtyard with his hands, and said in a sonorous voice, "The Yu family has descended to Liao, the Wu family is in decline, and there are only two families in the Jiangmen family in Liaodong, my He family and the Huang family, and the strength of my He family is not as good as the Huang family, if my He family rejects the Wu family, the Wu family will be angry and join the Huang family." The He family, in Liaodong, will be suppressed by the Huang family and will never be able to raise their heads! If my He family can accept the Wu family, use the Wu family's soldiers, defend the land north of Gaizhou, and block the Liao army, it will greatly reduce the pressure on my He family. ”

After saying that, He Tengxiao turned around and hugged his fists to say goodbye to He Fangxiong. Seeing that He Tengxiao was so rude, He Fangxiong's guards stood in front of He Tengxiao and drew their swords and shouted, "Don't be rude!" ”

He Tengxiao glared at the guard, and walked straight out of the house without looking back. The guards looked at He Fangxiong, waiting for He Fangxiong's order. He Fangxiong waved his hand and motioned for He Tengxiao to go.

"Bastard thing! The gate of the He family is so that you can enter and leave if you want! He Shizhong blocked the door of the courtyard to block He Tengxiao's way, looked at each other evilly, and pressed the handle of the knife inlaid with white jade with one hand. He Shizhong's bright clothes and hats are in stark contrast to He Tengxiao's simple outfit.

He Shizhong is the eldest son of He Shibao, and he is usually a typical son of a family in order to fly. He Tengxiao glanced at He Shizhong, whose eyes were a little sluggish, He Shizhong's eyes were depressed, and he walked a little vainly, obviously caused by excessive indulgence in wine.

He Tengxiao vaguely remembered that He Shizhong was not yet weak, and when it came to seniority, He Tengxiao was still his cousin, and when he saw He Shizhong's appearance, he would be afraid of him. Without taking a straight look, He Shizhong continued to stride forward.

He Shizhong was enraged by He Tengxiao, angrily scolded He Tengxiao for being a cheap son and pulled out his saber. Seeing He Shizhong draw his knife, He Tengxiao kicked He Shizhong's saber with a leg. He Shizhong was caught off guard, and the saber flew off his hand and flew into the snow outside the corridor, and a few snowflakes fell on the cold shining knife.

"You're not qualified to teach me a lesson!" He Tengxiao snorted coldly and left the Gaizhou General's Mansion and galloped away.