As soon as Song Yuanqiao opened his mouth, Song Xuan knew what he was going to say next.
"Father, you want to leave?"
Song Yuanqiao said: "We, the Wudang Sect, are outsiders of Taoism. We are not good at marching and forming formations, nor are we capable of running a country and benefiting the people.
Our only ability is to fight in the arena and fight among masters!
There are also many martial arts masters in Mongolia.
When an army of hundreds of thousands fights, these people may not be of much use, but if it is a secret attack or assassination, they are definitely a very powerful force."
With that said, Song Yuanqiao stood up and said: "Next, my father will contact the masters of various factions to form a special force composed of martial arts masters for you!
This force will not have too many people and is composed of true disciples from various sects. When the time comes, masters such as Master Jiejie will also join in, specifically to protect your safety!"
Seeing that Song Xuan was about to speak, Song Yuanqiao interrupted: "I know you are strong, but no matter how strong you are, there is always time to rest. Besides, you are not afraid of sneak attacks and assassinations, but important figures under you, such as Liu and Li,
Is it always necessary?"
This time, Song Xuan stopped talking.
Dad is right, after all, this is a world of martial arts. Hundreds of thousands of armies are fighting. The role of warriors is not very great, but if there is a sneak attack and assassination, it is absolutely impossible to prevent it.
As the lord, he really needs to have such a special force composed entirely of elite warriors. This is also the main reason why he went to Guangmingding to gain fame.
If you don't have enough fame and status, even if you want to recruit experts from various factions, they won't let you down!
"In this case, the child will cause trouble to his father and uncles!"
Zhang Songxi smiled and said: "You kid, you are so polite now!"
This year, for Song Xuan, was a year of skyrocketing power.
The early accumulation has been enough, and he only needs to start recruiting and training after the autumn harvest. In the coming year, it will be the time for him to send out large-scale troops and take all the provinces south of the Yangtze River under his command.
The suppression of bandits is going very smoothly.
Although the Tsing Yi Guards were small in number, their combat power was very strong. They drove some bandits into the surrounding towns, and then the army rushed in to kill the bandits.
Naturally, some families with a long history of crimes were punished on the spot in the name of "colluding with bandits" and their families were confiscated and exterminated!
The fields were directly distributed to the local people. Amidst the grateful and farewell sounds of countless people, the Qingyi Guard army drove toward the city of Hangzhou, pulling carts of money and grain obtained from ransacking homes.
During these days, Song Xuan was not idle either. He was constantly inspecting various counties and towns in Suzhou and Hangzhou to pay close attention to the autumn harvest matters.
The Han people have been the easiest ethnic group to manage since ancient times.
For them, even a cruel court like the Yuan Dynasty was not intolerable as long as they could still have food to eat.
As long as they have something to eat and something to look forward to, they will definitely support the decisions of the upper-level rulers more than anyone else!
But even for people who are so easy to manage, it is difficult for them to get such a humble hope!
They just want to survive, but unfortunately, in this troubled world, it has become the biggest luxury!
The humbler and more honest they are, the more the upper-class rulers treat them as human beings!
During the autumn harvest period, Song Xuan received information from the Qingyi Guards almost every day. Every day, many refugees fled from other prefectures and counties.
Their fields had long been occupied by the powerful, but even so, they still had to bear heavy corvee taxes every year. After hearing that the common people in Suzhou and Hangzhou could divide their fields, the common people who could not survive came to vote one after another.
Song Xuan ordered them to be admitted.
No matter how much you come, take it all!
Hangzhou City, East Gate Refugee Shelter.
At this time, a dense crowd of refugees had gathered, but under the constant inspections of the Qingyi Guards, no one dared to cause trouble. They all queued up obediently, waiting for registration arrangements.
At the registration office, Song Xuan dressed up and watched the officials busy taking records.
Naturally, Song Xuan could not handle the matter of taking in the refugees himself, but arranged for Li Shanchang to take overall responsibility.
After a period of time between the monarch and his ministers, Song Xuan basically had a general understanding of the three major civil servants under his command.
First of all, Li Shanchang, in terms of great wisdom, is inferior to Liu Bowen, but he is good at handling trivial matters and arranging details.
To put it simply, this is a capable minister who can do things well and is good at logistics work. He can be regarded as Song Xuan's great steward.
Liu Bowen, on the other hand, is better at making suggestions.
Moreover, this person was more courageous than Li Shanchang. Li Shanchang had many strategies that Li Shanchang did not dare to say for fear of offending others, but Liu Bowen dared to say them, and most of the strategies he gave were very feasible.
As for Hu Qian, he is a slippery man, good at communication and knows how to assess the situation.
Some time ago, he was sent out by Song Xuan to find some valuable gentry and powerful people to win over and serve as an internal response for the subsequent army to attack the city.
The refugee shelter in front of us was built by Li Shanchang.
Song Xuan was free today and came here to check on the situation.
The situation was much better than he expected.
Not far from the city gate, there are several large pots standing, in which fragrant rice porridge is boiling.
The aroma continued to fill the air outside the city gate, and from time to time the sounds of refugees swallowing could be heard.
"Name! Place of origin!"
The clerk not far away kept writing without stopping. After recording the last batch of refugees, he raised his head and glanced at the refugees in front of him, and then asked habitually.
Song Xuan looked and saw that they seemed to be two brothers and sisters, carrying large and small baggage on their bodies and coming to escape.
"Lan Fengjiao, this is my younger brother, Lan Yu, from Fengyang, Anhui!"
This woman should be in her twenties, but she fled all the way. She is thin and has a sallow complexion, making her look very old.
The younger brother next to her was quite tall, but perhaps due to year-round hunger, he was as thin as a stick. His eyes were round and he looked around with some vigilance and uneasiness.
"Is there anyone else at home?"
Lan Fengjiao whispered: "Both my parents are starving to death. My husband has been away from home for several years and has not come back. He is probably dead long ago. There is a drought in Fengyang this year and the family has no harvest. There is really no choice but to flee."
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I heard that the magistrate here is still alive, giving land and food to the poor, so I took my brother to flee!"
Having said this, she glanced at the rice porridge being cooked not far away and swallowed subconsciously.
As if she was afraid of losing them, she quickly took out a few coins from her arms and said nervously, "I can do everything from washing and cooking to farming and doing chores.
And my brother, even though he is thin, as long as he has enough food, he is very strong and he is a strong worker!"
The scribe glanced at the copper plate in the woman's hand, hesitated, and finally did not dare to accept it.
It’s not easy to find a job in the government these days. If you lose your job in the government just for a few coins, it’s not worth it!