"This is how to do?!!"

"It's broken, it's broken! Those officials of the feudal lords have the power to report to the emperor, and we can't suppress them."

Bolu and Fan Yao suddenly lost their composure.

"My lords, we must deal with these hidden dangers as soon as possible before the imperial envoys arrive." Liu Bowen said.

Although these vassal officials were not as powerful as Bolu and Fan Yao in rank and power, most of them came from Mongolian nobles or Semu nobles, and they were among the most trusted people by the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasty.

If they detect something and report it, it will definitely be a fatal case.

"Then what should we do?" Fan Yao suddenly panicked.

Those people were all Mongolian Taijun and Semu Er Taijun. He, a third-class northern Han, couldn't suppress them, even if he had a higher official position, there was nothing he could do.

We really have to count on Bolu, a genuine Mongolian, to make up his mind on this matter.

Bolu gritted his teeth, thought hard, and finally made a strong decision.

"These people have bad consciences. They don't know how hard we have worked for Dayuan to save Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces and Jiqing Mansion, but they are still thinking of plotting against me. We really can't keep them!" Bolu said viciously.

"What do you mean, sir??" Fan Yao was immediately surprised.

Those are all Mongolian Taijun and Semu Er Taijun!

"Can't stay!"

Bolu then looked at Liu Bowen and said in a deep voice.

"Bo Wen, I need to trouble you to find Zhu Han and ask him to do another favor."

Liu Bowen quickly asked: "Sir, how can I help?"

Bolu smiled slightly, "I will send these generals and officers of these vassals to inspect the Shazikou River defense another day. Then they are suddenly attacked by red scarf thieves. All of them sacrificed their lives for the country and repaid Dayuan with their lives."

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Since the words have been spoken so clearly, there is naturally nothing Liu Bowen does not understand.

"Okay, sir, don't worry, I will go to Chuzhou again!" Liu Bowen said.

Bolu seemed to have thought of something and said quickly.

"Tell Zhu Han again that his help this time will not be in vain. I, Bolu, am also a person who pays attention to credibility. After the event is completed, I will have ten boats of silk and satin prepared as a reward."

Liu Bowen nodded, "Don't worry, sir, I understand."

Fan Yao, Zuocheng of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, heard this and was secretly speechless.

How could Bolu Pingzhang, who was so loyal to Dayuan, become like this? He openly plotted against his colleagues in the imperial court, used the help of red scarf thieves to eradicate dissidents, and embezzled the imperial court's treasury kickbacks. He was truly a traitor!

However, he is such a traitorous minister.

Now, he has been promoted and given a knighthood.

I, a little treacherous minister, also became rich after being promoted.

"It seems that only by being a treacherous minister can you get promoted and make a fortune. Sooner or later, the Great Yuan Dynasty will be over." Fan Yao couldn't help but think in his heart.

Chuzhou.

When Liu Bowen came to Chuzhou again, he was already familiar with the roads.

Xu Da, who was stationed in Liuhe, simply sent a group of soldiers to escort Liu Bowen to Chuzhou City.

As soon as he entered Chuzhou City, Liu Bowen saw that the city was very lively.

Many people gathered in the streets and alleys, as if they were watching something.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Liu Bowen grabbed a young man and asked.

The young man was anxious to watch the excitement and said without looking back.

"The traitors and dogs are parading through the streets, it's so lively!"

After saying that, he threw away his hand and ran away.

"Dogs and traitors parade around the streets?"

Liu Bowen was puzzled. When he came to the gate of the government office and saw the notice posted, he understood.

"The Red Scarf Army actually has such courage. This is to create another group of die-hard loyalists!"

Liu Bowen looked at the notice and immediately realized its meaning.

When Liu Bowen entered the government office and saw Zhu Han, he explained his purpose of coming.

Zhu Han was also very happy with this request.

"Haha, no problem. Anyway, the officials killed by Meng Yuan have added to the prestige of our Red Scarf Army. Even if I don't have the silk that Bolu promised, I can still agree." Zhu Han said with a smile.

After the matter was completed smoothly, Liu Bowen naturally did not make any further stops and left Chuzhou on the same day.

However, when he was leaving, he carefully read the notice posted on the site saying, ‘Crack down on local tyrants to allocate their fields’, and silently memorized it.

"The Red Scarf Army not only wants to kill the Tartars, but it also wants to destroy the foundation of the gentry!"

Liu Bowen himself was considered a member of the gentry, so he inevitably began to feel a little uneasy.

Zhu Han no longer cared about Liu Bowen's visit again.

It was nothing more than a sneak attack to kill a few Meng Yuan officials. There was no need to take action personally. It was enough for Xu Da to send a battalion of elites.

Anyway, when the time comes, Pingzhang Bolu of Jiangsu and Zhejiang will definitely help secretly.

What Zhu Han is most concerned about right now is the current campaign to allocate land to local tyrants.

Zhu Han understood that this battle against local tyrants to divide their land was definitely not just about killing people and dividing their land. It also had to establish legitimacy in the hearts of the people.

"Then what should we do?" Chen Baodao asked.

Zhu Han thought about it for a while, but he didn't have any good ideas.

The people in those villages don't have much faith in the government, and they even more believe in the reputation of the elders of their clan.

However, most of this group of people are powerful landlords.

How can they say anything good?

"You don't need to worry about these things for now. Go kill the people first and then divide the land. I will figure out the rest." Zhu Han said.

"Yes, sir!" Chen Baodao said quickly.

Zhu Han thought about it in the government office for a long time, but he couldn't think of any good way to fight against the slanderous gossips of the sage elders.

He felt bored staying in the government office, so he changed into casual clothes and took Hu Yiba and other guards out for a walk.

Chuzhou City is no longer in crisis like the previous war.

Many merchants and common people from surrounding state capitals fled to Chuzhou City to escape the war.

Therefore, the city is becoming more and more prosperous.

Zhu Han and others were walking on the street, looking at the endless stream of people around them, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

"These people can live and work in peace and contentment, and it is indispensable for my contribution! If the Meng Yuan invasion had not been repelled, they might have been turned into corpses by the Meng Yuan massacre."

Just as Zhu Han was sighing, he suddenly heard a burst of noisy gongs and drums.

All the men, women, and children on the street were rushing in that direction.

"Hey, are you still parading on the street?" Zhu Han was confused for a while.

"Sir, this is not a parade, it's a troupe!" Hu Yiba stretched his neck and said.

Zhu Han kicked Hu Yiba and said, "Please be careful with your title!"

Hu Yiba quickly bowed his hands and said, "Okay, young master!"

"Let's go and watch a variety show!" Zhu Han said.

Nowadays, the most common things on the streets are commentary and opera.

Pingyuan Shu is no different from the storytellers of later generations. What they pay attention to is the ups and downs of the story.

The opera is different. It can be said to be all-encompassing. Men and women, princes and generals can all be performed vividly by them.

Zhu Han and others finally squeezed into the crowd and saw the troupe inside.

I saw three or five men and women in an open space wearing shabby costumes, singing babblingly with the support of a few musical instruments.

What they sang was the local dialect of Chuzhou, and Zhu Han could probably understand it.

It's nothing more than the stories of some talented men and beautiful women.

However, it was such a clichéd story that all the people listened attentively.

Many people in tattered clothes even shed tears for the characters in the opera because they were so engrossed in listening to it, or laughed empathetically.

"It's not interesting, it's too cliché." Zhu Han couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Those members of the troupe in the middle were obviously not very high-level, and many of the allusions they sang were wrong.

However, even this did not affect the enthusiasm of the people watching.
To be continued...