Chapter Thirty-Fifth: There Are Soldiers, Why Be Fearful
() The Chuanyun boat was speeding through the night, and the waning moon in the sky was clear and cold. The wine in his stomach was stimulated by the cold night, and Chen Yunsheng was actually a little tipsy. He is used to drinking Shizhong wine, so it stands to reason
He said that he shouldn't have such a reaction. Facing the cold moonlight, his thoughts became particularly chaotic. He also recalled the scene when he and Ye Chuanyun drank against the moon that year, and a cloud of mist rose in his eyes.
"
The stars are falling and shining away from people,
Looking at my hometown with mottled moon shadow.
Who knows where my relatives are now?
Celebrate the rest of the year with wine.
In the past, red sleeves were short,
Have a long clear dream tonight.
Whose children belong to whose family?
Laughing at how short my life is.
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Chen Yunsheng softly hummed the song Han Jiangyan sang that night, and endless sadness surged in his heart.
Behind him, on the top of the cabin, Yuchixue stared at the lonely man in front of him, his eyes filled with moisture. He thought he was the only lonely person here, but he didn't expect that a lonely man full of sadness would be so far away from him.
Recently. Compared to this young man's sadness, his own past is nothing.
He sighed softly, shook his head, and murmured: "Alcohol itself is not a good thing, and there are so many people willing to indulge in it. Is it true that if you are not drunk, everyone will get drunk?"
Bai Murong, who was in the cabin, had a cold expression on her pretty face and thought to herself, "I just left three idiots and met two hard-working people. Why is my life so miserable?"
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It was late at night, and the lights were bright in a small warm pavilion in Tianshui City. Jiang Yuheng, the king of Xiliang Kingdom, was half lying on a sleeping couch covered with bright yellow silk and satin, his eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something. And beside him
Standing in front of him with his head bowed was a thin middle-aged man, it was Shangguan Luoyu.
Shangguan Luoyu cupped his hands and said worriedly: "Your Majesty, the grain output in the whole territory has dropped by 30% this year. Yuezhou, Longshang and other places have been even more severely affected. Refugees have left their homes. The streets and alleys of Tianshui City are full of debris.
If we continue like this, we will surely destroy the foundation of our country."
"Then what should we do in your opinion?" Jiang Yuheng said absently without raising his head.
Shangguan Luoyu said sincerely: "In my opinion, 30% of the labor force from the eight spiritual stone veins should be used for sowing and preparing for farming. At the same time, a batch of grain should be purchased from the Pilu Kingdom in the east and a warehouse should be opened for disaster relief. This matter cannot be delayed any longer.
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Jiang Yuheng raised his eyes and looked at Shangguan Luoyu thoughtfully. After a while, he said coldly: "Let me tell you what is the foundation of the country." He stood up and moved the words on the wall behind him.
The maroon curtain was raised, revealing a huge map.
Jiang Yuheng pointed to a steep mountain range on the map and said: "This is the junction with Lengyue Kingdom. It has been harassed by Lengyue Kingdom in the north all year round. In recent years, the situation has become more and more decadent. If Lengyue Kingdom breaks the barrier here,
After entering, there will be a fertile wilderness in the north, with no danger to defend. They will march straight in and attack Tianshui."
He then pointed to the dense forest in the west of the map and said: "This is the dense forest in the Tianqiong Mountains. The small country of Zhang Han in the west has bullied our country into declining. In recent years, it has repeatedly harassed the Lingshi mine in the Tianqiong Mountains. The Sitiange soldiers who guard the mine have suffered losses.
Not small."
He slowly came to Shangguan Luoyu and said in a low voice: "In order to destroy the Tianqiong Sect, I promised to hand over half of the domestic spiritual stone production to the Qingzhou branch of the Shura Sect. Now more than twenty years have passed.
At this rate, we only need to persist for another eighty years. After this period, everything will be fine."
Jiang Yuheng patted Shangguan Luoyu on the shoulder and said calmly: "Aren't we just starving to death a few people? Do you need to make such a fuss? But after all, it is not a shameful thing for refugees to run to Tianshui City. I will send them
Guard the main road and block these refugees from coming to Tianshui."
Jiang Yuheng continued with serious words: "Shangguan Luoyu, as the head of the six ministers, you are the oldest, and you are also a practitioner. How can your vision be so low? You have been thinking about these common people all day long. You have to know that we
We are different from them. This is destiny, so why do you have to be so compassionate? They are just ants, what does life and death have to do with us?"
Shangguan Luoyu raised his ashen face and looked at the man in front of him who was so light-weighted. He felt a sense of sadness in his heart. This was not what he wanted and was contrary to the moral principles he held in his heart. But he could not deny what this man said.
It's basically a spiritual stone. With the spiritual stone, you can find more practitioners. Whether it's guarding the border or expanding the territory, as long as you have enough fighting power, it doesn't matter if some common people die.
He trembled slightly and cupped his hands, and said helplessly: "Old minister, I have learned a lesson."
Jiang Yuheng looked at him with a good look and said word by word: "As long as we have soldiers in our hands, what are you afraid of? What are you afraid of?" After saying that, he burst into hearty laughter, but this kind of laughter was
Shangguan Luoyu's words sounded particularly harsh.
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It snowed quietly in Tianshui City, and flakes of snow fell on the eaves and treetops. The beggars on both sides of the street huddled together, relying on each other's body temperature to resist the cold winter. Their faces were pale, and their eyes were ashen.
There is no hope at all.
It's almost dusk, and many of the shops on the street have closed. The northwest wind blows the curtains on the street, making a rustling sound. Most of the houses on this street are dilapidated, and only a few at the intersection look like...
Nice shops. One of them has an old Huanghuali plaque with three characters written on it: Ice Drinking Room.
The shopkeeper is a young man who claims to be an outsider and has just arrived here not long ago. The original owner of this teahouse was an old man named Liang. He just passed away a few days ago. The family was fed up with the deathly atmosphere in Tianshui City and decided to take over the teahouse.
The teahouse was sold at a low price and went to live with relatives in a foreign country.
To their surprise, the young man who took over the teahouse bid 20% higher than theirs. The family was extremely grateful, and this young man was naturally Chen Yunsheng.
It has been three days since he came to Tianshui City. Looking at the desolate scene outside the window, he couldn't be happy. The Youlong Gang's branch in Tianshui City is extremely secretive and pretends to be a merchant shop. The branch in Tianshui City is
The power has developed in a substantial way, and the gangs are spread in the streets, military headquarters and even the court.
Based on this alone, Chen Yunsheng admired Li Tiezui's hard work. The Liehuo Hall was attached to a branch of the Youlong Gang. To Chen Yunsheng's surprise, Hei Gu was not in Tianshui City.
There were too many helpers, and there were only five of them. Only one of these people's cultivation had barely reached the foundation building stage, and the rest were still practicing Qi.
After giving Chen Yunsheng an address, no one from the Youlong Gang contacted him again. He understood this. Too many contacts when no action was taken would inevitably attract attention, and so did the members of the Youlong Gang.
Hidden masters naturally understand this well.
Looking at the beggars huddled together outside the window, Chen Yunsheng frowned slightly and called in a low voice: "Mu Rong, go call them in and make a pot of warm tea."
Bai Murong responded and went out. She had changed her outfit at this time, wearing an indigo jacket and a light green cotton robe underneath, just like ordinary girls who had not left the palace. About this outfit and her
The woman and Chen Yunsheng argued for a long time about the aura-absorbing ointment smeared all over her body.
With her cultivation level, even if she was naked, she would not feel any discomfort standing outside the door. However, if she was forced to wear an ugly, fat and thick cotton robe, she would naturally not be in a good mood. In addition,
The layer of ointment that covered her spiritual energy also gave her a headache. It stuck to her body and felt like every pore was blocked, which was very uncomfortable.
The only good thing is that this ointment smells very good, with a faint jasmine fragrance, which Bai Murong likes. This is probably the only reason for her to accept this ointment.
After three days of training, Bai Murong has mastered everything a maid should master. Whether making tea or pouring water, or recommending tea to Keren, she does it in a stylish way, and she lives in seclusion in the mountains all year round.
, this woman was very enthusiastic when she first entered the world. Chen Yunsheng shook his head at this point.
In the blink of an eye, three ragged beggars were sitting at a small table, looking at Chen Yunsheng in awe. When Bai Murong placed a pot of hot tea and three fine porcelain teacups in front of the three,
The three beggars stood up from their chairs subconsciously.
"Shopkeeper, you can't do this," an old beggar in his fifties said tremblingly.
"What can't be done?" Chen Yunsheng came to them and poured hot tea for the three of them.
Seeing the white mist rising from the tea cup in front of him, the old beggar burst into tears.
"Mu Rong is going to prepare some dinner. I want to leave the three of you to eat."
Bai Murong returned to the inner room like a gust of wind. After a while, a simple young man who looked like a boy came in, brought some cucumbers, candied dates and other candied fruits, and placed them on the table. He glanced at Chen Yunsheng, turned around and left.
Go. Chen Yunsheng smiled secretly in his heart. It seems that Tanaka, an honest man, has finally learned to get along with him calmly. And letting him pretend to be a servant really looks like it. The innate simplicity in him cannot be concealed no matter what.
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The two young beggars had begun to eagerly grab the candied fruits from the plate, but the old beggar did not move. With tears in his eyes, he said: "Why do good people do this? You saved us today, how can you save us for the rest of our lives?"
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"If you save one day, it counts as one day. Aren't the decades of a person's life accumulated day by day? It doesn't matter if it is longer or shorter." Chen Yunsheng said while looking at the snow outside the window.
"What people fear most is not death, but having hope and seeing it shattered. It is better to live for one day with hope than to live for a year with a dead heart. I know you can't save me for the rest of my life, and I will go to that world of ice and snow again tomorrow.
Why do you have to suffer so much?" The old beggar said very sadly.
Chen Yunsheng nodded and asked: "From your tone, you should have read it? You are also a person with stories."
The wrinkles on the old beggar's face trembled slightly, and he said helplessly: "I have been studying in a private school for five years. My family was originally very well-off, but this year Yuezhou and Longshang were hit hard by disasters, and refugees broke into my house.
, they swept away all the food they could eat, and I had no choice but to become a refugee with them."