Chenzhou Army has always been focused on defense and rarely takes the initiative to attack.
As long as it is not the end of the dynasty and as long as the rewards are still generous, warriors are naturally aggressive. Therefore, this defensive posture makes Chenzhou's army quite dissatisfied.
This situation did not change until Yang Xuan came to Chenzhou.
Under his leadership, the Chenzhou Army continued to attack, from being suppressed by the three major ministries to counterattacking the three major ministries. During this period, his command was regarded as a god by his subordinates.
Yang Xuan walked in, supported Sunan who was in pain and sweating profusely, and said, "Sit down!"
Without the soles of the feet, using the broken joints to support the body, just thinking about it makes one's body numb.
This is a warrior!
Yang Xuan helped Sunan sit down, looked at the neatly tidied yard, and then looked at Sunan who was neatly dressed, and praised: "What a good wife and mother!"
Chang finally woke up and quickly saluted.
"No need to be polite."
A group of people crowded the courtyard, and there were many people outside who came after hearing the news.
"When did you get this injury?" Yang Xuan asked kindly.
"It was the year before last. The villain was a scout. When he and his brothers were scouting, they were chased by the Kibo Rangers. The villain fell from his horse. The Kibo people wanted to capture the villain alive. The villain fought hard and was cut off by a broadsword.
Feet."
"How many people were killed?" Yang Xuan asked.
"Five people!" Sunan raised his head and said.
Mrs. Chang saw her husband's long-lost vitality and couldn't help but wipe her tears quietly.
"He is a warrior!"
Yang Xuan sat next to him and asked, "What's the problem at home?"
Sunan said: "The villain has returned with a pension, and there is no problem at home."
Chang hesitated to speak, but finally held back.
This is the last dignity of a man, leave it to him!
Yang Xuan stood up, "I don't believe this."
He got up and walked to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Yang Xuan familiarly opened the jar containing food.
There was some wheat noodles inside. Yang Xuan reached out and grabbed a handful and twisted it a few times.
“It’s thick noodles, the cheapest and first-class!”
An official praised: "Your Majesty actually knows this."
Flattery is a way of survival. Yang Xuan doesn't think he can completely stop this kind of behavior, so he can only ignore it.
He put the wheat noodles back, clapped his hands, and got the last bit in.
He came out and asked, "How does the family make money now?"
Su Nan's lips moved, but she couldn't speak.
Yang Xuan sighed, "I just rely on my wife to make money, right?"
Su Nan lowered his head, "The villain is incompetent!"
"Raise your head!" Yang Xuan shouted.
Su Nan raised his head, his eyes were already red.
"Your feet were lost on the road to defend Chenzhou. How can such a warrior be said to be incompetent?" Yang Xuan said sternly: "A little setback makes you despair? Do you still remember when I taught you to wait?"
Su Nan nodded, "A man will never bow his head until death!"
He patted his legs and burst into tears, "Your Majesty, I...can't stand up anymore."
Yang Xuan felt a little heavy, "I was negligent. I always thought that with the pension, you should be able to live a comfortable life, but now it seems that my words are a bit ridiculous!"
Cao Ying advised: "Your Majesty, my pension in Chenzhou is second to none in the entire northern Xinjiang."
After Chenzhou opened up trade, taxes increased significantly, and Yang Xuan became more generous in taking action. In addition to the pensions given in accordance with the rules, Chenzhou also gave a lot of extra money.
"But, it's still not enough!"
Yang Xuan took a deep breath and said, "Today, in front of you waiting, I will establish a few rules."
Everyone fell silent, extending outside.
"From now on, the soldiers of Chenzhou Army who have returned home due to injuries will be exempted from all taxes when doing small business!"
Sun De's eyes lit up.
Mrs. Chang glanced at her husband sadly.
Sunan can't do business in this state.
"Those who are unable to move are also the same with their family members."
Su Nan couldn't help but look at his wife with ecstasy.
Cao Ying immediately praised, "Don't underestimate this, everyone is doing business, your family doesn't have to pay taxes, the price will be cheaper, and you can earn more."
"Make you merciful!" Sun De praised sincerely.
"Second..."
besides?
Everyone fell silent.
"Any business that hires soldiers who have returned home due to injuries will be reviewed by officials and the business's taxes will be reduced or reduced appropriately!"
Sun De had been doing business for a while, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but praise: "They say they make money through business, but some brothers don't know how to do business, and even lose their capital. Your Majesty's words are as if he had seen them himself!"
"Third."
Are there any more?
Everyone was a little surprised.
"The above rules also apply to the wives and children of soldiers who died for their country."
This consideration is very thorough.
Han Ji said softly: "Lang Jun is thoughtful and thoughtful, and he is indeed a wise master!"
Why does this old ghost always say something about the Ming Dynasty, as if he wants to make Lang Jun immediately rebel... Cao Ying said with a smile: "Yes!"
"Fourth!"
There’s more!
Everyone was already numb.
The eyes he looked at Sun De and Su Nan were also different.
"Children of fallen soldiers, as well as children of disabled soldiers returning home, will be given priority to attend Chenzhou School..."
Sun De couldn't help but raise his hand, and Yang Xuan nodded before he dared to say: "Your Majesty, the cost of studying is not small!"
"Enough!" an old man scolded: "Who has not spent money to study since ancient times? County schools in Chenzhou have now become popular. As long as children can enter, they can become small officials after reading, and those who are capable can also work on their own.
work.
This is a place where no one else can get in even if they break their heads. It is a great kindness for you to give priority to your descendants!"
yes!
Sun De lowered his head in shame!
Yang Xuan waited for everyone to be quiet before saying: "Tuition is free!"
Sun De raised his head, his eyes bursting with brilliance.
"Make you wise!"
Su Nan looked at his son with tears in his eyes, "Kneel down quickly and thank the envoy!"
He has always been worried that becoming a cripple will drag down his son, but as soon as Shijun said what he said today, in the future, as long as his son is more confident, he can go to the county school to study, and when he comes out, he will either be a petty official or someone who is competing to be hired.
There is a way out!
Sun De had already knelt down first and said with tears in his eyes: "I am willing to die serving you!"
Over there, Mrs. Chang excitedly pushed down the confused Su Dalang, "Kowtow to the envoy!"
She herself knelt down and kowtowed devoutly.
"Thank you very much, envoy."
The old man sighed and said: "Since ancient times, there has never been such a person who loves the people like his own children, and makes you so kind. I also thought that when I return home, I will let my children and grandchildren join the army!"
Han Ji first asked a small official to handle the matter, and then said softly to Cao Ying: "Old Cao."
"Um!"
"What the envoy said today has won the hearts of the soldiers and people of Chenzhou. If one day the envoy encounters a big event, he only needs to raise the Yang-character flag, and these people will spontaneously gather under the big flag and follow the envoy to kill everywhere.
, nothing goes wrong! This is... our foundation!"
Old dog!
He is becoming more and more unscrupulous!
Cao Ying's heart was filled with joy, her eyelids were twitching wildly, "Mr. Lang is loyal!"
It’s to the Tang Dynasty!
Not to the false emperor!
But ordinary people would never hear this trick.
"You didn't say Your Majesty!" Han Ji said sadly.
What the hell!
Cao Ying wants to curse!
"We will keep moving forward bravely!" Han Ji looked at Yang Xuan almost intoxicated, "Following such a lord, I will definitely not be lonely in my life!"
This is a lunatic!
Cao Ying sneered.
However, a few words emerged deep in my heart.
——Yes! Why is this future so exciting to me?
He whispered: "Spread the news to the army!"
Han Ji said calmly: "I have sent someone before."
Old dog!
Cao Ying became more and more depressed.
Yang Xuan went over to pick up Su Dalang and asked with a smile: "Do you want to study?"
Mrs. Chang stood up and said, "Dalang has always wanted to study..."
"I don't want to!" Su Dalang shouted.
Mrs. Chang gritted her teeth and glared at him.
Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Then what do you want to do in the future?"
Su Dalang said: "I want to join the army!"
"good!"
Yang Xuan smiled and patted his cheek.
Later, Yang Xuan went to inspect the mountain gate where Metaphysics was under construction.
Seeing the professors doing the work and the disciples doing odd jobs, Yang Xuan couldn't help but sigh: "Is this metaphysics?"
"How not?"
An Ziyu appeared, the ruler in his hand turned more and more rapidly, and he looked bad-tempered.
After complaining for a while, Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Money and food can help a little bit."
Ning Yayun came and declined: "It's not convenient for you, Zitai."
"My own money!" Yang Xuan felt that Ning Yayun was really magnanimous, and she couldn't compare to Zhong Hui who pretended to be free and easy.
"good!"
Yang Xuan: "..."
He has no shortage of money, but it depends on how he spends it.
"Headmaster, in our metaphysics, we must worship gods, right?"
"That's right, our gods have been worshiped for thousands of years." Ning Yayun said with a smile: "Zitai seems to have never worshiped before."
After worshiping the gods enshrined by my metaphysics, you will be my metaphysics’ person from now on!
An Ziyu coughed dryly, "That's right! If you haven't worshiped before, you can't be considered a disciple of my metaphysics."
An Ziyu!
Ning Yayun smiled and glanced.
An Ziyu turned the ruler between her fingers and sneered.
"Aning is my disciple of metaphysics!"
That's enough.
Yang Xuan smiled, "This is not a big deal, but I came here today to ask, how do you want to go about metaphysics in the future?"
Ning Yayun had obviously thought about it for a long time, "It is bitterly cold in northern Xinjiang, but people are tough. Once the mountain gate is repaired, I will prepare to recruit some disciples."
"Where's the money and food?" Yang Xuan asked.
An Ziyu's body stiffened.
The bodies of the professors and disciples stiffened.
As long as you have a body, you have to eat, drink and have diarrhea.
You have to spend money and food every day.
According to a certain master of metaphysics, the meaning of human life is to make shit!
No matter how high-minded metaphysics you are, you still have to make money to eat and make shit!
But how to make this money?
According to Ning Yayun's plan, it was to do things.
This is torture for the students of metaphysics.
Isn’t it good for everyone to talk about mysteries in a free and easy manner?
Do you have to have your fingers wet with spring water and run around every day before you give up?
Yang Xuan spoke.
Where’s the money and food!
Money and food are currently a difficult issue.
It is impossible for Chenzhou officials to contribute money. This is against the rules and will be impeached.
Then, it’s private!
Ning Yayun smiled and stroked her beard.
But An Ziyu spoke up, "Zitai, isn't it easy for Chenzhou's treasury to give?"
Official money cannot be used for personal use.
This is an iron rule!
Of course, Northern Xinjiang is better. Northern Xinjiang collects its own taxes and recruits its own warriors. In other words, Northern Xinjiang is an independent kingdom.
But rules are rules. Unless Northern Xinjiang doesn't urinate in Chang'an Household Department, you have to be more careful.
Yang Xuan shook his head, "Of course it's not the official's money and food, it's my own."
An Ziyu's heart felt relieved, then tense again.
Ning Yayun smiled and said: "Let's not mention this matter for now."
Yang Xuan also smiled and said: "That's fine!"
He inspected the construction site and left immediately.
"Discuss!" An Ziyu said with a cold face.
The professors gathered in a half-finished hall, and their noses were filled with the smell of wood.
"What shall we rely on for food in the future?" An Ziyu asked this question.
"The Imperial College has relied on the Ministry of Household Affairs to provide money and food for many years. Now that we have left Chang'an in despair, who will provide us with money in the future?" Zhong Hui also had a headache.
"Let's do something!" someone said.
"Can you do the ritual every day?" The ruler between An Ziyu's fingers turned faster and faster, making a whistling sound.
"Yes!" Zhong Hui scratched his head, "We have a lot of people, and Northern Xinjiang is not like Chang'an. There are many rich and powerful people, and a ritual ceremony will be full of people. Here, a ritual ceremony can be done at most.
Let me wait for a few days to eat."
"What about in a few days?" Zhuang Xin from the Wine Soldier Department patted the wine gourd, "Now I can't even afford to drink wine!"
"Ahem!" Ning Yayun coughed dryly, "Don't panic."
A group of sticks had lived a stable life for many years, with crops guaranteed by droughts and floods, and no worries about food and clothing. However, after being cut off, they were unable to do anything.
"How about farming?" a professor suggested.
Everyone's face was earth-colored.
"Let's hold the hoe with our hands. It's not a big problem. We can farm all day long, so how can we practice? How can we talk about the Tao? As soon as we open our mouths, it's like, hey! Can we irrigate today's dung water?"
Dejected!
An Ziyu said: "Zitai mentioned this before. He said that he has money!"
Zhong Hui coughed dryly and said, "Zitai is an honest person!"
"yes!"
Ning Yayun smiled bitterly, "You still think he is the young man back then? He is now the governor of Northern Xinjiang and a famous general of the Tang Dynasty. He has spoken. What does this mean? Please think carefully."
An Ziyu said: "Zitai is the governor of Chenzhou. He provides money privately. So, what relationship do we have with him in the future?"
"Allies!" Zhong Hui blurted out.
"So..." An Ziyu was also a little melancholy, and found with some sadness that the handsome and innocent young man before was gone, and now Yang Xuan was a little strange, "Eating people is soft, and taking others is short. If you take his money and food, in the future
He needs help, can we go?"
"Even if we don't have money or food, if he has something to do, we still have to go!" Zhong Hui felt that they were overthinking.
"That's love!" An Ziyu said with hatred: "Love is love. If you give money and food, it becomes a transaction. Do you understand?"
Everyone looked at each other.
There was silence in the hall.
…
In the envoy's duty room, Han Ji and Cao Ying were drinking tea, and Yang Xuan was reading documents.
Han Ji put down his tea cup and said, "What Mr. Lang said earlier was an attempt to win over Xuan Xue?"
Yang Xuan did not hide his intention, "There are many experts in metaphysics. This is one of them. Another one is that Chenzhou's sacrifices are a bit messy, including local and foreign ones."
Cao Ying said with a smile: "People's hearts have been taken away by those passing gods."
"Yes, that's why I want to win over metaphysics. Having many experts is the second best thing. What's more important is that I need a religion that is passed down in an orderly manner to appease people's hearts."
Winning people's hearts... Han Ji added silently.
Cao Ying said: "If I accept Lang Jun's money, I will become an ally in the future. According to the lazy nature of metaphysics, I'm afraid I won't agree."
Yang Xuan smiled, "It's hard to say!"
The two drank tea and chatted, and soon got up to leave.
A clerk came in.
"Your Majesty, the master of metaphysics would like to see you."
"please!"
Ning Yayun comes in a free and easy way.
Yang Xuan stepped out of the check-in room, but stopped outside the check-in room.
