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Yue Buqun is not stupid, fighting such a thing is indeed unpredictable. But even the government is unpredictable, this shopkeeper Liu is nothing more than a big businessman, why is he so sure that he calculates that the Ming border army will lose? Could it be that he is the reincarnation of Wuhou and a decisive victory? This is obviously not reliable, so another explanation is that he caused the failure, so he is sure.

Seeing Yue Buqun's face showing doubt, the shopkeeper Liu said: "There are some words, it is better for Yue Daxia to listen less." When I heard it, I was relieved that it was sick. I shouldn't be at ease, you just need to know that victory and defeat are commonplace, and since ancient times, proud soldiers will be defeated. Otherwise, you don't have to worry about it. Drop-off. ”

Yue Buqun came out of Qianzhuang, as if a big stone had fallen in his heart, and he felt more and more that something was wrong. Engaging in money is a matter of course. But if it is implicated in collusion with foreign countries, it is of a different nature. Once someone catches a sore foot, it will be a catastrophe. Zhao Daxia, the Lingnan Taiji Gate of Wenzhou Dynasty, was remembered because he bought a new carriage.

There are enemies spreading rumors everywhere, not saying that the horse he pulled the cart is a Wa national horse, but Ren Zhao Daxia broke his mouth and explained that this horse was bred by the Ming people, sold by the Ming people, and no one listened to the qualified horses that had paid taxes. was slaughtered by a group of so-called people who did not know the truth, and smashed the carriage, and Zhao Daxia suffered a meteor on the head.

In the past, those monks of Wusizang, as long as they dared to enter the Central Plains, they would be beaten once they entered, and they were not affected by the Lingzhi Master and the Golden Wheel National Teacher? Later, as soon as Empress Dowager Li believed in Buddhism, Zhang Juzheng praised the lamas of Wusizang, who would dare to fight with the lamas now?

Don't forget the past. The teacher of later generations, in case the Jin merchants colluded with Mongolia. The betrayal of the re-set army is leaked, and it is not much better. If he also participated, whether it was the Huashan faction or the Junzi Sword, it would all be completely ruined. For several days, he was anxious in his heart, looking forward to the fall of the Hetao stock, but he did not want to be involved in the traitorous case.

A few days later. When the Hetao stocks on the market were bullish all the way, I saw someone asking questions with a panicked look, especially the messenger who caught the yamen and asked, "Whether the army is winning or losing, you know the situation best in the yamen, but you have to look at our friendship for many years, give me a real bottom." My net worth and life are all under the pressure of the Hetao stock. If there really is a mistake, I will not survive. ”

At the beginning, those officials were still hindered by the ban on the peak, gritted their teeth and didn't say anything, or pushed a sentence "Go listen to the Tang newspaper." We also got the news from that, and we don't know much else. But then he couldn't get in the way, so he whispered, "Dude." I'll be honest with you, this time the previous fight is not very good......"

After a few more days, the news has become known to everyone in Xi'an. The Lubu report on the front line is missing, and the Tang newspaper is also vague. There are children in the streets and alleys shouting "big news, big news." The re-set army was defeated. The main general will be killed, and the uncle may become the biggest loser. ”

In the yamen of the mining tax supervisor, Zheng Guobao hugged Biyun and said: "I am also very sad about your brother's affairs." If you want to cry, cry out, and people will feel better if they cry. ”

Biyun was surprisingly calm, "What are you crying about?" The hound must eventually die on the mountain, and the general will inevitably die in battle. If I hadn't married you, I wouldn't have been able to get out of this sooner or later. In the future, the seventeen tribes of the Hetao will be bloodied, and the enemies who betrayed my family will have revenge and revenge. I'm only worried about whether my dad and they can get through it, and I'm even more worried about whether you can get through it. ”

This time, the march was really smooth at the beginning. In particular, the captives only worshipped as in previous years, and came to the border armed patrol, and did not take it seriously. Even the killing of several caravans failed to attract their attention. When Bibai came to visit, several tribal leaders, as usual, brought out good wine and meat to entertain them. As a result, before the meal was finished, Bibai suddenly overturned the table and started to kill, and several tribes suffered a big loss. After that, the Bijia army was as overwhelming as the wind and clouds, and there was a great deal of strength to annihilate the enemy in a battle.

But at this tense moment, the supply in the rear was inexplicably cut off. The troops were separated from the military supplies, and the attack was immediately weak. When the captives gathered troops to retaliate, Bibai suffered a big loss, the eldest son Bi Chengen was killed, and the army was forced to form a camel city to protect itself, and if it was not good, there was a danger of annihilation.

In the past, it was Biyun who led his 600 cangtou army as an arrow assault, killing a gap and bringing the troops out. When she got married, not only did the Bi family lose a fierce general who charged into battle, but the Cangtou army was also reduced by forty percent, and the attack power dropped significantly. Therefore, this defeat has a lot to do with Biyun's exit. Zheng Guobao was worried that Biyun would ignore it and lead the troops to save his father, so he simply took the eldest lady with him and never left.

Biyun didn't have this idea, according to her, the water spilled by her married daughter. In the future, she will only belong to her husband, not to the Bi family. The 600 cangtou army is a dowry, even if it is the property of the husband, he will naturally not take the soldiers to the adventure before he gets the permission of the husband. What she is most worried about now is not even whether her father can get out of danger, but what to do about the Hetao stock.

Now the yamen has used the cash at its disposal to acquire a large number of Hetao shares, if the levy army is completely wiped out. This share has become waste paper, and although the money advanced out cannot be returned, the people of the entire Xi'an Mansion are afraid that they will rise up and rebel.

She thought for a moment, looked at no one on the left and right, and suddenly said, "Otherwise." I will take my army of the heads tonight and slay all the rich men of the city. Robbing their family property, so that your deficit can be made up, even if the Hetao shares are worthless, taking the wealth of these rich families is enough to make up for the loss, and the common people will not rise up to rebel. ”

Zheng Guobao was also taken aback when he heard this unreliable idea, and said, "How did you come up with this?" Do you know what happens when this is done? These rich people are either rich or expensive, killing them is not like killing ordinary people, you know how many people have to come out and pursue the matter. And the movement is so big, will you come forward? At that time, it will be impossible to hide the truth at all, and it will be easy to find out to you. ”

Biyun said: "So what? Big deal, I'll pay for their lives! As I said, I don't know how to recite poetry, and I don't know how to sing, dance, calligraphy and painting. And I'm also older, not as young as the little girl surnamed Yue, and not as cute as my sister Feiyan. The only thing I can do for you is to die for you! ”

Zheng Guobao raised his hand to chisel a chestnut on her head, "What are you talking about?" My dignified uncle, let my woman die for me, didn't he slap me in the face? It's not a big deal, look at the scare you. Even if the Hetao stock really becomes waste paper, what can it do? There is my brother-in-law in Jingshi, and he can help me fill the hole. You are not allowed to say that you are useless again, and you are not allowed to think about dying for me again. If I want to die, I will give an order, and thousands of troops will rush to die for me at once. What you have to do is to be a good aunt and wife with peace of mind, and then give birth to a boy for my Zheng family. As he spoke, he reached into the hem of Biyun's robe, grasped the pair of towering peaks, and the two rolled on the carpet, and became ridiculous again.

Ning Zhong was holding a small box in his arms at this time, which contained the ornaments that were forcibly taken from his daughter's head, as well as a little of his own savings and private house, thinking about helping the national treasure brothers get through the difficulties in front of them. Although the numbers are limited and a drop in the bucket, they are better than nothing. Then there is the tribute satin, as well as the weapons that he wears, if he sells them, he can also exchange them for some money, which can be regarded as doing his best.

When the man walked to the door, he saw that there was not even a guard. Xindao: The national treasure brothers are too careless, even if they are on their own territory, they must have a minimum of vigilance. Could it be that people are not there? Reaching out, the door opened. I heard the screams and wheezing of female soldiers from inside, and looked through the crack in the door, and saw Biyun and Zheng Guobao playing the fire ceremony across the mountain, and Zheng Guobao's whole body was full of eyes from her. She never expected that the two of them would be so bold in broad daylight, what had become of this? Shameful, even his face and neck were like fire, his heart thumped into a ball, and he hurriedly turned around and ran.