Huainan Wang, Liu An; the daughter of the king of Huainan, the lord of Weng Liu Ling; A nobleman in the palace, plus the eldest princess of the pavilion, Liu Xuan, and the princes surnamed Liu who are ready to move everywhere......

More than a dozen forces, large and small, are controlled by an invisible hand, which seems to be intricate, but in fact, they all aim at the only target in the end: the hussar general Wei Qing.

All the clues were broken by Cao Xiang in just a few words.

Huo Quzhi was stunned, and Liu Man was tired and tired.

Only Yang Chuan suddenly laughed.

It turns out that some of the details of the Han Empire have really begun to undergo some kind of unknown changes; For example, this Wei Qing, according to the history books, he shined in the 'Battle of Henan' and became a marquis in the first battle.

And now, in this Han Empire, the next big war is about to be fought, but because of various unknown factors and obstructions, Wei Qing has not been crowned a marquis for a long time......

"Hurry up, seal up this pile of scourges and send them away, out of sight and out of mind," Yang Chuan lay down directly, and said with a smile: "A few of us, just do what you have to do, don't make trouble for the emperor and the court." ”

Yang Chuan is a smart person, Cao Xiang and Huo Qubing are convinced of this; Therefore, that night, this so-called 'bounty order' was sent to Chang'an City by a stupid eagle overnight.

was sent away together, as well as those sheepskins, bamboo slips or something, if Liu Che wants to completely eradicate the 'slave hunting group', it will naturally become evidence, if people don't care at all, the right is just to send away a bunch of garbage, anyway, there is no loss.

In the final analysis, they are just a few half-sized children, and those intrigues and life-and-death things should not be worried about by a few of them at all.

Therefore, it is better to throw it out and let Liu Che, Cui Jiu, and Zhang Tang worry about it......

……

raise money and food to build a military village for the No. A field battalion; cooperated with Cao Xiang, took advantage of the fact that the salt and iron decree had not yet been promulgated to make a few big deals, and earn hundreds of catties of gold; Helping Zhuo's to cast and debug the 'new type of rifle plow' can also be regarded as a great gift to the Han Empire, formulating a set of 'food safety regulations' for the field camp, and building a set of special tableware and marching kettles for Huo Quai......

Well, a whole bunch of things, a thousand things.

Yang Chuan pondered, calculated, and deduced repeatedly, and finally decided to do a trivial thing first: secretly forming and training only his own 'Yang Clan'.

This idea had been in his mind a long time ago.

It's just that Yang Chuan, who has always been cautious, after seeing the many methods of Zhang Qian, Cui Jiu, Zhang Tang and others, hid this thought deep in his heart, that is, he was worried that once the matter was revealed, he would incur a catastrophe for himself.

Just kidding, Cui Jiu's embroidered messenger and the Tingwei Mansion can make many princes and kings surnamed Liu in the world silent, which shows its power.

In Cao Xiang's words, it roughly means 'covering the sky with one hand and penetrating everywhere'.

Now, he has basically taken root in the Han Empire, and the space for maneuver is greater than expected, so it is necessary to start cultivating a group of 'own people'.

Think about him Yang Chuan, it took more than a year to finally earn a fief of two or three thousand acres for himself, and he was knighted at the fifteenth level, and his rank was higher than that of the marquis of the Nine Hundred Shi Yulin Army......

A young man like him, a character who can make friends with Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang, can't he always rush forward with a kitchen knife every time he encounters an accident, right?

Therefore, Yang Chuan thought about it again and again and felt that this matter really couldn't continue to drag on.

Especially after experiencing the 'slave hunting group' a few days ago, it made him even more determined: people must be killed when they should be killed, and don't wait for others to eat fart!

It's not that Yang Chuan has to think about 'countering violence with violence and stopping killing with killing', but he suddenly figured out a truth.

That is, if this world called 'Dahan' can't completely eradicate the stinky shit of 'slavery', let those powerful families do nonsense, and turn human beings into 'human animals' in their mouths at will, is that still called Dahan?

Yang Chuan stubbornly believed that the Han Empire was actually a civilization, not a plate of fat on the table of the emperor and the magnates.

Such a Han Empire, its appearance is too ugly, right? So what is the difference with the Xiongnu and Qiang people?

Since the emperor and the so-called 'imperial court' don't care, he Yang Chuan will take care of it.

Even if he is soft-spoken at the moment, has no money and no power in his hands, and has no soldiers, he will definitely not be able to manage the slave hunting group in the whole world, but he will not even be able to clean up those little beasts at the door of his own house......

……

"Uncle Tangyi, let's go, accompany me to the fields."

In the afternoon of this day, the sun was very good, it was a rare good weather, Yang Chuan called to his father, and took Sister Leopard and two sand sculptures to a sunny hillside.

Spread a piece of clean sheepskin, put a jar of wine, two silver wine bowls, cut a plate of marinated beef tendons, and the two sat on the ground, drinking and chatting with each other.

The 'human animals' brought back by Yang Chuan were following Aunt Sarena and Naren Toya, collecting firewood in the distant fields, like a flock of skinny sparrows.

The oldest woman was only twenty-eight years old, but after a long period of malnutrition and being caught by a slave hunting group, she suffered from hunger and cold for more than half a year, and her teeth were about to fall out.

As the saying goes, people are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry.

Therefore, these 'human animals' lived in Yang's Zhuangzi for a few days, their stomachs were full, their bodies were warmly dressed, and they could sleep on a warm and comfortable kang at night, and each of them miraculously recovered more than half of their bodies;

Some of the women's faces even had a smear of blood......

Yang Chuan looked at the people who were collecting firewood, with a warm smile in the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but drink a few more bowls of wine, and he was in a good mood.

The clean and bright sunlight sprinkled on his head, face, and body, as if shrouded in a faint halo; Even, even the scar on his face that was whipped out by Gongsun Ao added a different kind of charm to him.

Uncle Tangyi's father was stunned: "Childe, you are so good-looking." ”

Yang Chuan smiled and asked, "Why aren't you called Xiao Langjun?" ”

Father Tangyi's expression was a little gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Father Tangyi has always called you son-in-law in his heart, but I once did something sorry for you, and I was ashamed, so I had to ......."

Yang Chuan smiled and waved his hand, and said warmly: "The eagle flew across the sky, and the panicked little elk crashed into the tree, and it was not the fault of the shadow; Cui Jiu, Zhang Qian, those big people want to ask you, how can you and me, as slaves, resist? ”

Tangyi's father opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Yang Chuan once again waving his hand: "Uncle Tangyi's father, I'm really sorry that I didn't hold a decent wedding for you and Aunt Sarena; But don't worry, when your child is born, we will feast guests for three days and three nights. ”

Tangyi's father's big black face turned red, and he said angrily: "Xiao Langjun bothered, Sarena and I don't have that yet, well, it's still early anyway." ”

Yang Chuan laughed.

He pointed to his flat fiefdom under the hillside, and said: "In the Western Regions, in Mobei, I, Yang Chuan, once promised your uncle that after returning to the Han Dynasty, as long as I Yang Chuan's meat is eaten, there will be a bite of yours;

Moreover, I also promised your cousin and uncle that in this bullshit world, whoever bullies our Naren Tuoya, Yang Chuan will definitely kill him for a dog day......"

Cousin's father's eyes moistened.

This burly, half-cut tower of the Huns, silently poured a bowl of wine and held it, knelt on one knee, and stroked his chest with one hand: "The kindness of the son, the cousin's father remembers it!"

Cattle, sheep and horses may nibble on other people's pastures, goshawks in the sky may make a dizzy mistake; But Childe, my cousin's father will definitely not heal the scar and forget the pain, and do anything unfavorable to Childe! ”

Yang Chuan stared into the eyes of his father, took the bowl of wine, and drank it all: "Good wine!" ”

Tang Yi's father 'brushed', pulled out a knife from his waist, and looked like he was going to cut his face and swear again, Yang Chuan kicked it over directly, and scolded with a smile: "You are not allowed to cut your face in the future!" ”

This Hun is simply amazing.

Cutting your face at every turn, getting a tetanus or something, that's not a joke.

Tangyi's father carried his 'cattle cutting knife', and for a while he struggled, he made a few strokes on his hands, arms, and legs with the blade, and said sadly: "Childe, if you don't bleed, what kind of oath is that......"

Yang Chuan also poured a bowl of wine for the Huns, handed it over dignifiedly, and said gently: "Uncle Tangyi, in fact, the oath has nothing to do with bloodshed, that thing is purely deceptive;

The blood oath sounds like that, it will make people's hearts surging and blood boiling, but you see, Uncle Tangyi, you Huns, every ten heads and eight years, you will swear with the emperor of the Han Dynasty with blood.

will even give their daughters to each other to play;

Does this kind of work?

Uncle Tangyi's father, no fart at all, every autumn when the horses are fat, the cavalry of the Huns still runs to the territory of the Han Dynasty every year, kills people and sets fires, and loots the cattle, sheep and livestock, silk, salt, iron tools and women of the Central Plains? ”

Yang Chuan's rare tirade made Tangyi's father a little confused, carrying a knife, but he was at a loss, and he didn't know what to do.

Yang Chuan was not in a hurry, poured himself a drink, pinched a few slices of marinated beef tendon and chewed it slowly, tasting the taste of this peerless delicacy.

For a long time.

Tangyi's father put away the knife, and said angrily: "Childe, I seem to understand a little. ”

Yang Chuan smiled and asked, "What do you understand?" ”

Tangyi's father thought about it sideways and said, "If you are good to me, I will repay it with this life." ”

It's finally getting a little interesting.

Yang Chuan filled the two wine bowls, handed a bowl to his father, and served a bowl himself: "Uncle Tangyi's father, come, do it." ”

The two wine bowls 'ding' sounded, the two looked at each other, picked up the wine bowls, and drank them all, which really had a bit of a 'everything in the words' taste.

"Uncle Tangyi, I want you to do something," Yang Chuan groaned a few times, and suddenly said: "This matter is easy to say, but it involves the lives of you and me, Aunt Sarena, Naren Tuoya, and everyone in Zhuangzi, so it must be kept absolutely confidential." ”

The cousin's father finally came to his senses, and asked in a loud voice, "Are you going to kill someone?" ”

Yang Chuan shook his head and said lightly: "No, it's not killing, it's slaughtering animals." ”

Tangyi's father looked up in amazement and asked in confusion, "Childe, what do you mean?" ”

Yang Chuan sighed, lay flat on the sheepskin, stretched out his body, and tried his best to let the clean sunlight shine all over his body: "What we want to slaughter are those beasts that turn living people into human animals." ”

"So, let's start with the slave hunters."

"If I say that Yang Chuan is a cook, your cousin's uncle is the inconspicuous kitchen knife in my hand......"

Who says kitchen knives aren't knives? Perhaps, after a lot of tempering, that kitchen knife full of human brilliance is a deer cutting knife in the real sense.

(End of chapter)