Yang Xiu, who returned to his small tent, also saw the somewhat angry look on his guard's face and couldn't help but smile.
Naturally, the guard's surname is Yang, and he is actually about the same age as Yang Xiu.
Wealthy families always have a habit of placing children of the same age as their own and within the clan to grow up together with their own children. Such guards who have been trained since childhood will obviously be more loyal than ordinary guards.
We share weal and woe, and life and death are related.
Not only Yang Xiu, but also most of the children of aristocratic families have such guards.
If it is used to charge into battle, these guards will cover the left and right sides and cover the fight. But if it is used to insult a good family in the street, these guards will also pull the curtain and help press hands and legs.
It can be said that these people are human-shaped tools. How to use them still depends on the person using them.
Because they have been with them all year round, Yang Xiu is quite familiar with these personal guards. Seeing the expressions of the guards, he thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "There is no need to be like this... Huaiyin could still tolerate crotch in the past."
This humiliation is nothing to me..."
"Lang Jun," the guard saw that Yang Xiu had said it, so he stopped hiding it and pointed in the direction of Cao Cao's tent, "Who is that guy? When it comes to Lang Jun..."
Yang Xiu waved his hand to stop the guard from complaining.
Outside the tent curtain, light and shadow flickered.
Yang Xiu gestured.
The guard just walked a few steps, opened the door curtain, poked his head outside to check, then retracted his head and lowered the door curtain, "Lang Jun, there is no one outside."
"Be careful what you say..." Yang Xiu ordered.
Not only do you have to be careful, but he will inevitably become irritated after hearing these words.
Perhaps to appease the guards, or perhaps to show his excellence, Yang Xiu was silent for a moment and then whispered: "Prime Minister Cao... will soon face a serious failure..."
"What?!" The guard was suddenly shocked, "The gentleman's intention is that Cao...the prime minister is going to be defeated?!"
Yang Xiu frowned and said, "Lower your voice."
Only then did the guard react and whispered in a low voice: "Why did Mr. Lang say such a thing?"
"Huh..." Yang Xiu leaned back on the cushion behind him. He was actually tired from running back and forth. Not only was he physically exhausted, he was also mentally exhausted. Now that he was back in his small tent, he felt a little relieved.
, there are also some literary youths who are sober while everyone is drunk, and slowly say, "The number of men and horses lost by the Hussar is far less than that of the Prime Minister... The Prime Minister did not lead the attack before, but now he has strengthened his offensive, which can only mean one thing."
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The guard asked: "What's the matter?"
Yang Xiu smiled and said, "Prime Minister... there is a shortage of food."
"Ah?" The guard was stunned, "How did Mr. Lang know?"
Yang Xiu laughed.
As Yang Xiu, who was once a high-level government official, his understanding of politics is naturally far greater than that of his own bodyguard.
The political impact of the current problems Cao Cao is facing is far greater than the loss of strength. The psychological impact on the Shandong nobles is no less than that of the previous Xu County League, because they will only feel the most for their own kind.
They wouldn't care how many poor people were killed or injured, but if a few nobles or high-ranking generals were killed, then they would be heartbroken, talk about it, and never forget it for the rest of their lives.
Now the facts are before our eyes. When fighting the Guanzhong Hussars, not only the small soldiers will die, but also the high-ranking generals!
Although the people who are dying now are members of the Cao family and the Xiahou family, what about the future?
If the war continues, how many more people will be filled in this flesh and blood mill?
When the Xiqiang rebelled, why were there no military generals from Shandong? On the one hand, Shandong might be slightly inferior to Bingliang in terms of physique, and on the other hand, there was no tall man among the dwarfs, which ultimately led to Dong Zhuo and others from Xiliang.
The fact that the faction became powerful may not be due to the fact that the Shandong nobles were very good at talking and their men were sparse in force.
So now we continue to fight against the Hussar, and the people of the Cao family and the Xiahou family are filling in. If we continue to need more lives of the nobles, how many of the Shandong nobles have the ambition and courage to imitate Ban Ding?
Far?
Obviously impossible.
Although Yang Xiu didn't know exactly how Cao Zhen and Xia Houyuan died at that time and what the battle process was like, he was sure that with the precedent of these two generals, the Shandong nobles would feel guilty when they faced the Hussars. Because
It's very simple. If the army is defeated, most of the generals in the army can escape for their lives. Even if they really can't escape, they can surrender to save their lives.
But now, death appears.
This either means that the entire army was defeated and died in the chaos, or it means that the Hussars were angry because of this large-scale attack in Shandong and began to show no mercy and resorted to death.
"Lang Jun, this...I haven't heard of it before..." the guard said with some confusion, "What if Prime Minister Cao concealed it...hiding it from Shandong?"
"You think it's easy." Yang Xiu shook his head, "If only a group of people died, maybe we could hide a few things... But now... this matter cannot be covered up. Sooner or later, people in Shandong will know... By then the Cao family
The situation of monopolizing the military and political affairs is not easy to handle..."
"Haha... This may not be bad..." the guard said with some gloating, "If the Cao clan suffers too much and Prime Minister Cao's reputation is damaged, I wonder if Lang Jun will have more opportunities... He won't be like now...
When the time comes, Prime Minister Cao will have no choice but to rely on Lang Jun’s talent..."
Yang Xiu laughed and waved his hand.
After a while, Yang Xiu sighed, "This hussar... is really difficult to deal with... Even if I really lead the army into battle, I'm afraid... apart from anything else, those gunpowder weapons alone are quite difficult to deal with..."
In fact, facing the hussar, Yang Xiu was a little scared.
When the Xiqiang barbarians rebelled, they were very fierce, but Yang Xiu was not afraid at that time.
Because they are simply fierce, they don't pose much of a threat, but now the Hussars feel to Yang Xiu not just as fierce, but more like an iron-blooded war machine, which makes him feel guilty.
In the Hussars, there are always new things coming out. Various gunpowder weapons and long-range weapons are so practical that Cao Jun has not yet found a suitable way to deal with them.
To put it simply, Yang Xiu is not afraid of fierce enemies, but he is afraid of enemies who don't know how to deal with them.
He is like this, and the sons of Shandong gentry are almost the same.
"Lang Jun, what should we do?" the guard asked.
Yang Xiu stood up and silently walked around the tent twice.
After a while, Yang Xiu whispered: "You find an opportunity to go back to Hongnong and report these things to my father... Then my father will know what to do..."
The guard said in surprise: "Then I'm leaving. Mr. Lang, you are here..."
Yang Xiu was silent for a while, then clicked his tongue, "I shouldn't be in any danger..."
Yang Xiu thought that he had just returned from Pingyang. Although he did not bring any good news to Boss Cao, he did not bring any bad news. Moreover, he was in Pingyang and under the supervision of Boss Cao's soldiers.
, Yang Xiu's performance of "might cannot be surrendered, wealth cannot be lascivious", is more or less remarkable...
More importantly, if Boss Cao needs an envoy to make a trip or something, wouldn't Yang Xiu, a guy who is familiar with the road, come in handy again?
So Yang Xiu felt that he should still be safe.
Of course, more importantly, Yang Xiu must bring a message to the Yang family in Hongnong. In the final stage, if Cao Cao is defeated, he will definitely plunder everything on the land he has occupied, whether it is manpower or property.
, in order to make up for their own losses, and not give any resources to the enemy, that is, the Hussars, which is equivalent to the effect of strengthening the wall and clearing the country. Therefore, the Hongnong Yang family must transfer assets first, otherwise when they are hijacked by soldiers, they can
It’s really hard to tell the difference between jade and jade.
This matter must be guarded against and cannot be written down and become evidence of crime in black and white, so it can only be replaced by a vague verbal message. Even if the guard is caught, that is to say, some parents are short-sighted and report that they are safe.
What handle.
The guard subconsciously looked at the tent door and whispered: "In that case... why don't you... please don't stay here for a long time..."
"Shut up." Yang Xiu suddenly turned his head and stared at the guard. He saw the guard take a step back in panic. He said in a deep voice, "I have been asking you to use your brain more... Under the hussar, there are only nobles and no aristocratic families."
!If there is no aristocratic family, how can the Yang family exist? Not to mention..."
Yang Xiu seemed to be a little uninterested. After speaking halfway, he stopped and sighed, "Forget it...be careful on the road..."
The guard bowed his hands in salute, lowered his head, opened the tent curtain, and walked out.
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Cao Cao was not satisfied with Yang Xiu.
The initial dissatisfaction was because Yang, as a middleman, earned the price difference.
This is understandable in the first place. After all, as a businessman, making money is the first priority. But the key point is that while Yang is flaunting himself as a heirloom of classics, he is desperately trying to make money in Shandong. What does this have to do with picking up a bowl to eat and putting down the bowl to scold your mother?
the difference?
What's more important is that Yang is trying to develop his own power!
Although it is understandable that Yang's move is an act of self-protection, what is the difference between this and breaking away from the supervision of the Han Dynasty? Oh, seeing Fei's potential to build Xijing, so Yang also wants to build Zhongjing, right? But he doesn't want to
Think about all the foundations of Yang's and where all the profits come from. There is no industry at all. They just want to step on the right foot with the left foot, put the left pocket in the right pocket, add the left lever to the right lever, and leverage trillions of dollars out of thin air.
market?
Therefore, the smarter Yang Xiu was, the more Cao Cao felt that this person was not useful.
Especially after Yang Xiu made a trip to Pingyang, he felt that he seemed to have fulfilled Cao Cao's request and delivered the letter of war. However, in fact, Cao Cao did not believe that Yang Xiu did not know what Cao Cao wanted?!
Under Cao Cao, is Yang Xiu the only one who can serve as the envoy?
Obviously not.
But Yang Xiu obviously failed to complete Cao Cao's strategic layout, and even brought bad news in return.
This is almost equivalent to not only failing to get things done, but bringing back a piece of shit for Lao Cao to clean up.
Fortunately, Guo Jia blocked the gap in time and dumped all the leaked shit on the Hedong nobles. Otherwise, when other people reacted, it would have caused unrest in the army and further caused a collapse in morale.
Why do the nobles wear gorgeous and gorgeous clothes, just to cover up the shit on their bodies? If they wear the same short jacket as the poor people, with their hairy legs exposed, how dignified and magnanimous can they be?
And for Cao Cao, Yang Xiu did not "know everything and speak everything."
At least, Yang Xiu didn't say anything about the clothes he brought...
What Cao Cao cares about is not the piece of clothing itself, but the meaning behind it.
Cao Cao didn't believe that Yang Xiu didn't know this.
When Yang Xiu reported it before, he didn't mention this matter at all. What does that mean?
In fact, Cao Cao could also guess a thing or two.
Because this kind of warm clothing mixed with down has been sold to Shandong very early, and many children of Shandong gentry fell in love with this kind of clothing...
Therefore, Cao Cao asked Yang Xiu to come over to engage Fei Qian, and Fei Qian also sent Yang Xiu over to engage him.
This was Fei Qian's counterattack against Cao Cao.
How about alienation? Who wouldn’t?
It's not unusual for Fei Qian to resort to alienation tactics, but Yang Xiu hid it and didn't tell him...
Who are you looking down on?
Cao Cao snorted.
Is this Yang Xiu trying to play tricks on himself?
Haha, Yang will never return home after all!
Cao Cao could also understand why Yang Xiu didn't mention this matter. After all, it was impossible for Cao Cao to arrest all the Shandong nobles who had worn or had such robes, so Yang Xiu simply pretended to be stupid.
This is something that offends people. Yang Xiu is not afraid of offending the nobles of Hedong, because on the one hand, he and Hedong can be said to be hostile at the moment, and on the other hand, Yang Xiu has a psychological advantage over the land of Hedong, but conversely,
It’s different.
But in Cao Cao's view, Yang Xiu's pretending to be stupid was suspected of teasing him.
With Yang Xiu's intelligence, couldn't he find a suitable way to describe this incident?
Cao Cao's eyes were slightly cold.
Is Yang Xiu afraid, unwilling, or unhappy?
Of course, there is another possibility...
After a while, someone came in a hurry, worshiped Cao Cao, and muttered some words.
Cao Cao's face became increasingly gloomy.
"Here comes!" Cao Cao said in a deep voice, "Yang Dezu is here!"
When Yang Xiu came, he paid his respects in a formal manner. His etiquette and gestures were standard and without any problems, and they were full of rhythm and beauty.
Cao Cao sneered slightly, "Dezu, thank you for your hard work traveling around Pingyang."
Yang Xiu leaned forward, cupped his hands and saluted, "I have been entrusted by the Prime Minister, so naturally I should fulfill my duties and dare not speak of hardship."
"Oh?" Cao Cao stroked his beard, "So, what can you gain? Now here, it's just you and me. If Dezu has anything to say, it doesn't hurt to just say it!"
Yang Xiu's eyebrows jumped.
Boss Cao, what does this mean?
Yang Xiu did not dare to hesitate, and quickly told the story of his journey to Pingyang, and what happened in Pingyang.
Cao Cao was still stroking his beard and said calmly: "What else is there? Is there anything missing?"
Omission?
Yang Xiu took a breath.
Or is it a problem with the clothes?
Yang Xiugong cupped his hands, pretending to have just remembered, and said: "Oh, there is one more thing... The hussar gave me a piece of clothing as a farewell gift, saying it would be used to keep out the cold wind and wind at night... I put this clothes in the car and should use it now."
At the place where the baggage is encamped..."
Yang Xiu tried his best to make it as understated as possible, saying that he didn't care about the dress at all. He just took it as a courtesy and forgot it in the car when he came back. He didn't even take the dress back to the tent...
This should be fine, right?
Cao Cao smiled, beckoned for someone to get the clothes, and then said: "Just a piece of clothing, it's a small matter...Does Dezu have something else to report to someone?"
Yang Xiu's heart skipped a beat again.
Is this clothes a "little thing"?
So what counts as a big deal?
Yang Xiu went through the events in his mind again, and then he was about to confirm what Cao Cao meant. He lowered his eyebrows and said submissively, "To Prime Minister, I am..."
Cao Cao interrupted Yang Xiu's words, waved his hands with a smile and said: "Dezu, think about it again... don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry..."
"..."
When Cao Cao said this, Yang Xiu naturally couldn't ask.
Yang Xiu felt as if cold sweat was flowing down his back, and it was bone-chilling.
The kinder Cao Cao looked on the surface, the more timid Yang Xiu felt in his heart.
Looking at this, Cao Cao needs Yang Xiu to say something...
But the question is, what can Yang Xiu say?
Talk about Pingyang having strong soldiers and strong horses?
Or is it that all the nobles in Hedong have turned their hearts to Hussar?
Or maybe tell Boss Cao that Fei Qian has sufficient military reserves and is not afraid of Cao Cao's attack at all?
Of course, we can't say this. If we say it, Yang Xiu is suspected of being instigated by Fei Qian and becoming a lobbyist sent by Fei Qian...
Therefore, these cannot be said.
Then telling Cao Cao that Fei Qian was using a trick?
Is it said that Fei Qian is using this piece of clothing to express the deep connection between Guanzhong and Shandong?
Or should I say, Lao Cao, please stop pretending, I've already guessed that the army is out of food and grass, let's pack up and disperse?
The same cannot be said for these things.
Yang Xiu was silent and lowered his head.
Not long after, Cao Cao's followers took the clothes and presented them to Cao Cao.
Cao Cao took it, stood up, shook his clothes with a smile, then put it on himself, and said with a smile: "Dezu, let's see if this clothes will fit me."
Yang Xiu wanted to make a few perfunctory remarks, but when he saw it, his expression suddenly changed.
Although the robes of the Han Dynasty did not have standard sizes like the clothes of later generations, and were relatively loose styles, there were still some differences in size and length.
Obviously, the robe was cut and made according to Yang Xiu's height and weight, and as soon as Cao Cao put on the robe, it naturally seemed that the robe was too long...
To say it fits well is to tell lies.
If you say it doesn't fit, how can you explain that the robe was cut according to Yang Xiu's own height?
Just a coincidence?
Yang Xiu quickly fell to the ground and said, "Prime Minister! This is a traitor who wants to harm me!"
Cao Cao laughed, took off his robe, threw it on the ground, sat back again, and said with a smile, "Oh? Want to harm you? Ha, ha, ha, let me tell you, I want to know, this
