The messenger, who had been imprisoned for a day, did not have the slightest arrogance, and persuaded bitterly: "My lord, Yan Ting is already crumbling, why don't you abandon the darkness and turn to the light?"

Zeng Hong did not interrupt the messenger, and the messenger continued to recite the words taught to him by the military advisor, until finally he threw out all the goods in his head, and he could only Abba Aba, the messenger was embarrassed to buckle the soles of his feet, his head was empty, and it was his fault that he was illiterate?

The messenger was inspired to remember the letter of persuasion in his bosom: "The little clumsy tongue can't understand even the original words, but we have a letter to you, and the letter is in the little one's arms, why don't you take a look?"

The county lieutenant looked at Zeng Hong and did not speak, no objection was silent agreement, he reached out and took out the letter in the messenger's arms and handed it to Zeng Hong.

Zeng Hong closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, the county lieutenant raised his arm and had to remind, "My lord?"

"Alas—" Zeng Hong let out a long sigh, opened his eyes, took the letter and read it word by word.

It is a persuasion technique, and Zeng Hong himself can write seventeen or eighteen letters of this kind of letter, but this letter is written at a very high level, which further disintegrates Zeng Hong's will. Even such talents have taken refuge in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and only more than ten years have passed, and the Yan Ting has actually been corrupted to such an extent?

"What do you usually eat?"

The messenger was overjoyed and willing to communicate! The messenger answered Zeng Hong's questions truthfully, and learned the art of painting flatbread without a teacher, depicting the days under the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom as beautiful as a dream.

In fact, it is, at least he's doing better than he used to be.

The more the messenger talked, the more he talked, he didn't expect Zeng Hong to be such a close to the people, down-to-earth official, incredible, but it did make people relax, he felt that Zeng Hong was a good official.

"It's dangerous to send a message, isn't it? The family must be very worried, why do you want to be a messenger?" The turning teacup was reflected somewhere, and a light flashed in Zeng Hong's eyes.

"The military advisor can trust us, and we can also trust the military advisor, in case of misfortune...... The pension is enough for the family to have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, so there is nothing to worry about." The messenger's words were sincere, of course, this was after Wang Tiande arrived, before Wang Tiande arrived, if he was chosen, there was no way, and he would do it.

Zeng Hong waved his hand after asking what he wanted to ask, and motioned to take the person down.

"My lord, you are a good official, a good official has no way to survive in Yan Ting, you have to think about it for the sake of your family!" Before being taken away, the messenger finally squeezed a little ink out of his empty mind.

The master bookkeeper did not care about being dirty, and immediately picked up the sweat towel from the ground and stuffed the messenger's mouth tightly.

After the messenger was taken away, the master had something to say: "Your Excellency......

"Alright, let's all go down. Let me think again." Zeng Hong's mind was full of loyalty and love for the people, and the two opposing ideas in this situation caused him a headache, and now he has joined his relatives, which is more lively and more headache.

"Yes." Everyone bowed and retreated, giving Zeng Hong space to think alone.

When you quit, don't forget to squeeze your eyebrows and make an agreement on who will discuss with whom.

Zeng Hong locked himself in the house until the evening, when Xu Ru, who knew that Zeng Hong had not eaten dinner, knocked on the door with a bowl of clear soup noodles.

Buckle buckle clasp.

"It's me, I haven't eaten for almost a day, have I? I had someone cook a bowl of noodles. You are the lord of a county, and the people of the county are counting on you, and you can't fall."

Zeng Hong has never refused his wife, except this time.

There was no sound in the room, and Xu Ru was also stubborn, so she asked someone to bring a stool, sat outside and waited, until her face was untidy.