Who is Gan Wantang?

The people of Luoyang City don't know much about this gentle female sacrifice wine, but those who have burned incense and scattered blessings at the Taiping Dao altar know that this female sacrifice wine is a benevolent woman with excellent medical skills. Not to mention anything else, Gan Sai Jiu started to talk about the "Taiping Sutra", first expounded the principle of disease from filth, and handed down many methods to avoid filth and hygiene, and many people benefited.

As for the good deeds of Taiping Dao to pity the poor and help the orphans, it is often the host of the sweet sacrifice wine, speaking of which, it is not worse than the fairy Du Lanxiang who was hidden in Luoyang Zuo near Xingshan.

But now, even if the sea capture documents are still difficult to issue at the Luoyang Imperial Prison Bureau, where bureaucracy has occurred, it is not difficult to confirm that Gan Wantang, a girl who looks gentle and amiable, is now the biggest anti-thief leader in Luoyang City and the leader of the illegal sect who is about to be wanted.

But some, no, it should be said that there is a certain immortal warlock who has no discipline at all, Gan Wantang, the beauty sacrifice wine, is a big customer who is generous:

"This time I came to the door for a package of cooperation business, Party A is your teacher, Party B is me, and the services I provide to the other party include the following aspects. ”

Since Gan Wantang let him into the house, the two sides sat down, Wei Ye handed the bamboo slip terminal in his hand forward, looked at the three-dimensional projection of the entire Luoyang City floating on the bamboo slip terminal, and pointed to the center of the entire Luoyang City, where the Han Palace is located.

"The first service, which is also what you are most concerned about, is to guide the people living in Luoyang City to think about whether there is innate legitimacy in the existence of the rule of the Han Dynasty today. ”

This question can be said to be to the point, but every dynasty, after ruling for a long time, will form a kind of natural legitimacy in the society on which it stands. Taking the late Ming Dynasty as an example, with the Apocalypse and Chongzhen two dynasties, the natural disasters continued, there were Liaodong Jiannu rebellion outside, and Li Chuang of Shaanxi raised troops inside, and the party struggle above the court seemed to be a surging river endlessly, and it continued to experience the martyrdom of Emperor Chongzhen, and the series of blows of Emperor Hongguang being captured, and the remnants of the Yongli regime still lingered for so many years.

The Southern Ming regime is still so tenacious in that kind of situation of faint tricks and frequent civil strife, not to mention the current Han Empire, the system is still there, it is still there, and the weight of authority is not comparable to the end of ordinary dynasties.

According to the original historical trend, the decline of the Han dynasty began when the great warlords Dong Zhuo and Yuan Shao sought to abolish the Son of Heaven with their subordinates.

Neither Dong Zhuo nor Yuan Shao had the status of a minister who cared for his life like Huo Guang of the former Han Dynasty and the imperial power, and the result was that the most critical institutional foundation of the Han Empire, the "righteousness of the monarch and the minister", instantly collapsed into "the Son of Heaven, and the strong soldiers and horses are the ones who do it", which laid the foundation for Cao Pi to be accepted by the Han Chan and Zhao Lie to succeed the Han Dynasty decades later.

As for Dong Zhuo and Yuan Shao, they are just the precursors of the king.

As for the Yellow Turban Rebellion led by Taiping Dao, it is not good to say, it is just a precursor to the rise of princes.

Even Wei Ye himself would never dare to say that he could be as powerful as Si and could completely collapse the authority and legitimacy of the Han family decades in advance.

Unless the relevant departments of the LHG collectively went crazy and allowed someone to drive a Star Destroyer to the end of the Han Dynasty.

For this situation, Gan Wantang, who has a kneeling posture that is three points more standard than Wei Ye, also knows it, she looked at the three-dimensional projection displayed by Wei Ye, then lowered her head, picked up the white porcelain pot in her hand, poured a cup of green willow bud tea, and sent it to Wei Ye with both hands:

"So, what about the second service?"

"We will provide you with a more relaxed and favorable public opinion environment than the current situation for your uprising in Luoyang City. ”

Wei Ye replied solemnly.

When these words came out, Gan Wantang only said a steady "um" between his eyebrows, and the short-haired young man who was sitting cross-legged on the seat and listening could no longer hold back.

"Can we get those Northern Lieutenants and Jing Zhaoyin men to stop sending sentry posts on the streets and allow our personnel to carry out propaganda work openly?"

He Ming copied his hand, and when he asked, he also had three points of gunpowder, Wei Ye picked up the teacup, took a sip of Taiping Dao's specialty willow bud tea, and then turned his head to look at this hot-blooded guy who was also familiar with him.

"Classmate He Ming," he opened his mouth in a tone like solving a problem in class, and the fairy warlock said with a look of hatred that iron is not made of steel, "Sociology is a very important subject, and the important content of the first lesson of sociology is to say this: the butt determines the head, which is a normal phenomenon in class society. - If I have the ability to influence the administrative arrangements of the various pro-people officials in Luoyang below Jing Zhao Yin, then I will at least be a big man in the DPRK at the level of Jing Zhao Yin. ”

"So," Wei Ye sneered and asked rhetorically, "As a big man in the court and not a marginal official in the Shizhong Temple, what reason do I have not to side with the imperial court and cooperate with the people of the Big Gun Mansion or the Northern Lieutenant to suppress the Taiping Dao, but instead run over and negotiate with you Taiping Dao about what deal?"

In front of such a well-founded and convincing assertion, He Ming opened his mouth, and finally could only punch the floor: "Profiteering!"

"Well, the off-site question and answer period for this event is over. Wei Ye made up another arrow in time.

Without looking at He Ming's expression of wanting to pounce and knock himself down and beat him, Wei Ye's finger drew a circle on a certain place on the projection map of Luoyang City very boldly:

"Finally, and our greatest proof of sincerity to you—"

He supported his chin with one hand, and his eyes were facing Gan Wantang's eyes, which were gradually becoming serious:

"I will personally take action to bring a lively Ma Yuanyi out of the Imperial Prison and return it to you in full force. ”

Looking at Gan Wantang's wide eyes, Wei Ye held his fingers on his cheeks and pressed the paddle to point it, and added an accompaniment to this sentence in his heart: "Our conditions are very different, they are very different, are you excited about the wine?"

But in just a few breaths, Gan Wantang had already collected his mood, returned to his usual calm and unhurried demeanor, and looked up at Wei Ye's face that showed a hateful plan for sale: "So, what is the time limit for the service you provide?"

"By my calculations, it will only take fifteen days. ”

"Fifteen days is too long," Gan Wantang shook his head, "According to our information, there is not much time left for you, according to our current situation, it is already a long-term battle, just a day." ”

"Oh?" Wei Ye raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically, "So how much time do I have to complete this agreement?"

"Ten days," Gan Wantang said very firmly, "you only have ten days." ”

Hearing that the time was compressed by more than three percent, Wei Ye was not stubborn, and nodded slightly: "If it takes ten days, the work may not be too beautiful, but it is almost the same to achieve the goal of both you and me." ”

After saying this, he stretched out his hand and flicked it on the bamboo slip terminal, and the three-dimensional projection of Luoyang City suddenly dissipated and became invisible, and a projection of a general bond transfer check appeared on the faintly moist light green bamboo slip on the bamboo slip terminal.

Looking at the slightly surprised look on Gan Wantang's face, Wei Ye, who was fiddling with his bamboo slip-style terminal like a ghost playing with his favorite toy, showed a very true smile, shrugged his shoulders, and said very sincerely:

"You probably think I'm an expert in this industry, and I shouldn't be so tasteless when it comes to raising activity funds, but I also have a foodie niece to raise, so there's really no way to do it. What's more, you must know that in terms of the next work, one of my experts will overtake the so-called elites in your Taiping Dao ten or eight, so ...... Let's pay us an advance first!"

These copper stinking words that basically don't want to read people's faces made He Ming, who was already impatient to be in the same room with someone, stand up directly and walked out. The movement of the green steel long stick smashing the stone that came into the guest hall was even more indispensable.

It's just a certain immortal warlock who has always loved to cause trouble, resolutely not fighting, unwilling to fight, unwilling to fight, and only willing to take advantage of the Taiping Road.

It's not a good thing.

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When Wei Ye was still talking about business in the underground stronghold of Taiping Road and taking the initiative, Sima Ling, who had just returned to the old shrine, encountered a problem that was not big or small.

Only when he approached the old shrine that he occupied and transformed into a Danfang, Sima Ling found that the old Matou was standing at the door of the Majia courtyard, and the street door opened a crack, revealing half of the old Matou's face.

Seeing Sima Ling's figure, the old Matou hurriedly beckoned to Sima Ling, and Sima Ling, who was wearing a sacrifice to the gods, didn't know why, so he said hello to the old Matou.

Unexpectedly, the old hemp head beckoned more eagerly, which made Sima Ling confused.

Although he didn't know why, Sima Ling also knew that the old man Ma was kind-hearted, and then walked to the door of Ma's house.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood at the door, the old pock who was standing at the door of the street was pushed aside by his old wife Mapo: "Old thing, get up and get up!"

Before Sima Ling could figure out the reason, Mrs. Ma opened the street door, and without saying a word, she took Sima Ling's hand and pulled her into the small courtyard of Ma's house.

When I looked at it again, I saw that the old couple were all anxious, the old hemp head was the chief, and he was somewhat calm, and the old woman Ma had already opened a pair of big myopic eyes, holding Sima Ling and taking a closer look:

"Oh my God, is this girl okay? Old thing, that barbarian, have you noticed our family?"

Sima Ling was held by the old woman Ma and looked at it, and she didn't understand which play this was playing, and the old man Ma had already lowered his voice and said: "Miss Sima, Uncle Zun must have provoked some powerful characters, otherwise how could there be a barbarian from the southwest dangling in front of your mansion, just not leaving?"

Sima Ling was also confused and didn't know why, there was a young Miao family man with a Miao silver collar and a blue shirt short, touched the sweat oozing from the blue cloth bun on his head, and patted the pile of miscellaneous goods in the basket behind him, and sighed sullenly:

"Boss Feng said that he was looking for a mustachioed Taoist priest in this broken temple, but where did the people go?"