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Hong Chengchou glanced at him, shook his head and said, "It's okay, just let him go!" ”

After finishing speaking, he ignored Wu Zimian and left by himself.

In his heart, although he regarded Wu Zimian and a few other generals with some skills as henchmen, in fact, in the final analysis, it was because these knives were easy to use. As for their IQ, he is disdainful.

A martial artist is a martial artist, and they don't want to think about it, no matter how carefully it is done, will there be a time for leakage. Originally, it was just a matter of verbal fighting, but if it was charged with murdering a colleague on the ascending path, then the matter would be big, and the future would be ruined, and it would not be a cost-effective thing, and only these martial artists would think of such a strategy.

Things turned out to be as Hong Chengchou expected, when Yang He, the governor of the three sides, learned the true situation on Yansui's side, he was furious at first, but then he was helpless.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to ask the imperial court for money and food, and only in this way could he order Hong Chengchou's killing and completely stabilize the situation in Qindi. Otherwise, as Hong Chengchou said, after being appeased, it will still have to be exterminated if it is put back.

What he didn't expect was that after sending the messenger, what he was waiting for was not a reply from the imperial court on this matter, but another earth-shattering event. And one of the promoters of this earth-shattering event was the Jin merchants in Zhangjiakou.

In Fan Yongdou's study, he sat on a chair and watched the chief steward go out, his brows furrowed into a knot.

As the Grand Steward said just now, the army of the Great Khan has set out from Liaodong, and after converging with the Mongolian subordinate tribes of the steppe, he will arrive at the grassland outside Jizhen, and ask himself to deliver the military supplies to the designated place at the appointed time.

Fan Yongdou's eyes unconsciously looked at the rows of books on the shelves, thinking about this long-awaited event.

The Great Khan himself came with a large army. The war in Gyeonggi should be assured. Unless the whole country gathers a large army and relies on the number of piles, it is impossible to win the army of the Dajin country. Can the whole country gather?

Fan Yongdou thought of this, and snorted contemptuously, with the treasury that can run mice, he can only add chaos when he comes.

He as a businessman. Thinking about it from the perspective of supply and demand of materials, I scoffed at the matter of the national army Qinwang.

But on my side, there are troubles. It's not that the collection of military supplies is insufficient. I have myself and the other seven big families to buy it with all their might, but it costs a little more, and the things are still enough. What bothers me is that there is a shortage of manpower.

It's all to blame for the horse thief who came out of nowhere last time, and disappeared without a trace, like a sword hanging above his head, which could fall at any time.

Seeing so many bald heads back. It has not been a few months since the incident, and now it is still affecting the Zhangjiakou side, so that many people can help in the customs, but as soon as they say that they want to leave the customs, many people refuse to do it.

So far, it can be confirmed that the horse thieves are horse thieves, not people from the surrounding Mongolian tribes. I really don't know where it came from. It's just a matter of snatching things, and even saying something with a bad conscience.

Fan Yongdou thought of this. There was another hint of contempt. In this era, what else is the conscience? What a joke!

Do the emperors and high-ranking officials in the court talk about conscience? Do the protégés of Confucius in the school talk about conscience? Everything is, male thieves and prostitutes, what are you not doing? It's okay to deceive ordinary people, you want to hide your own eyes, hum! The conscience is given to the dogs. What do you need a conscience for, how much is it worth?

Although Fan Yongdou's ideas are extreme, this is probably the case in the society of the late Ming Dynasty.

After the middle of the Ming Dynasty, with the abundance of materials. Or to put it another way, when wealth is created and concentrated in large quantities in the hands of a small number of people, the mind begins to degenerate and the ethos begins to erode.

Just a very simple example, a popular saying in the Ming Dynasty: seven things to open the door, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. After the end of the Ming Dynasty, these seven things have become talking about harmony, listening to music, traveling, gambling, prostitution, collection, flowers, insects, fish and birds.

Everyone pursues enjoyment, especially the actions of upper-level officials, which affect the atmosphere of the Ming Dynasty. Those officials led the Ming Dynasty to slide into the abyss step by step, and finally fell into the darkness of barbarian rule.

Fan Yongdou was a little annoyed thinking about the manpower, it stands to reason that the second manager who went to Jinxi should be back. Thinking so, he got up and walked to the door, and did not open the door, but his voice was a little higher, and he commanded: "Send someone to find the second steward, and let him come back as soon as possible!" ”

"Yes, sir." After a small servant outside said yes, footsteps sounded, and they went from near and far.

After Fan Yongdou finished speaking, he was paced in the study with his hands copied, and continued to think about things.

Although the horse thief's remarks affected some people somewhat, he also threatened some people with his bald head. But I have already figured out how to crack these things.

What conscience, what bald head, these things, for these people who can survive in Zhangjiakou at present, they may mind, but will those disaster victims in Jinxi mind?

Hmph, as long as they are given a bite to eat, I don't believe that they will talk about their conscience and fear of any possible horse thieves. For this, Fan Yongdou is very confident.

He was thinking about it, when suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside, and just when he frowned, a familiar voice came from outside the door: "Master, the villain is back!" ”

As soon as he heard this, Fan Yongdou knew that it was the second steward who had returned, and he was overjoyed, and immediately ordered him to enter the study.

The second steward looked like a dusty servant, obviously just arrived and went directly to the study. With a smile on his face, he said to Fan Yongdou: "Master, the villain is not dishonored, he has enough manpower, all of them are men in the prime of life, and their skills are passable." ”

"But are they all victims?" Fan Yongdou asked after him.

The second steward nodded, and immediately replied, "Don't worry, sir, it's all the victims of the disaster." Although they don't say it on the surface, the villain can know that they hate the court to the core. In the year of famine, not only did they not provide disaster relief, but they also had to pay taxes, which caused their families to be ruined. ”

Speaking of this, he showed a flattering smile and continued: "This time, the people are chosen at random, and the villains are all selected. In particular, one of them is named Zhao Yunxuan, who is a rare talent. Along the way, the villain observed. Intelligent, capable, well-spoken, and especially proficient in arithmetic, he is a good seedling. ”

Fan Yongdou was in a much better mood when he heard that the manpower problem had been solved. Hearing the second steward's recommendation of talents, he couldn't help but be quite interested, and immediately ordered: "Now is the time to employ people, you bring people over to have a look." If you can, the origin is fine, but you can reuse it. (To be continued.) )