Text Volume Chapter 130 After the Tiger’s March, the weather began to recover slowly and on time, and the temperature began to rise slowly. It is conceivable that the first month of the year will be warmer and thaw, and by then Dahe and Bohai

The admiral is covered with broken ice, and the fields are soaked with melted snow.

Next, we can naturally start plowing and spring plowing from south to north. And if we calculate it in terms of spring plowing, it will be the fourth anniversary of Zhang Xing's arrival in this world, and he will soon enter his fifth year. Summer will soon come.

My anti-thief career is about to enter its third year.

Xiucai's rebellion failed in three years, but Zhang Xing's rebellion only made progress too fast in three years.

It's indeed too fast.

Especially in life after the rebellion, there is always a feeling of being pushed away... If he had followed the original plan, he would have just crossed the river at this time, and he might not even have encountered the first battle. But now, he has crossed the river.

The rebel army has already completed the battle to gain a foothold, is fully reorganized, and is ready for new tests.

But what can I say? The situation is unforgiving. Who is not being pushed away?

In the main hall of the General's Mansion in Hejian County, the great Wei Dynasty sitting in the first place

Xue Changxiong, the commander-in-chief of the Hebei Marching Army, looked at the light coming in from the door. He looked slightly uneasy and whispered to an old man in civilian clothes in the seat in front of him. He moved in full military uniform and even rubbed a lot of mud."

The situation is unforgiving, who is not being pushed along? The roads are muddy, and spring plowing is about to happen. Don’t I know? The thieves are inciting people, don’t I know? I have also read the flyers, and I have stepped on the road myself.”

Feng Wuyi asked in confusion.

Xue Changxiong was obviously irritated by this statement, but he glanced at his confidant sitting on the other side, Supervisor Sima Chen Bin.

Chen Bin understood, immediately stood up, smiled at Feng Wuyi opposite him, and explained a little bit, "Mr. Feng, you fell into a trap... fell into the thief Zhang San's heart attack plan."

Feng Wuyi also looked seriously at the Nanchen survivor opposite. Chen Bin, who was standing there, explained seriously to the old man in front of him.

Feng Wuyi twisted his beard and nodded, there was indeed nothing wrong with what he said.

"Before, it was frozen in winter, and the river was as flat as walking on the ground. The north and south were integrated, and supplies, soldiers and horses came at a moment's notice... To be fair, the land of eight counties was not just a boast. If we really wanted to fight, even if we won, it would be a tragic victory.

Unable to suppress the situation in Hebei after the war, my general chose to avoid the war at that time." Chen Bin continued. "But not now.

The reason why we cannot send troops is because it is the flood season on the river and the sea at this time. The north and south are isolated, and it is difficult to pass ships and build pontoons. Even if the master of condensation is not high enough, it will be difficult for him... This fighter plane will be here soon.

And it’s only half a month, so I can’t let it go no matter what.”

Feng Wuyi thought about it carefully and realized that it was indeed the case, but he immediately came to his senses.

Chen Bin nodded, and Xue Changxiong also nodded quickly.

Chen Bin didn't answer, he just went to see Xue Changxiong. When he saw the latter pretending to be dead, he helplessly smiled at Feng Wuyi.

This is an admission that the crossing of the army will definitely delay spring plowing.

On the other side, Feng Wuyi was not stupid either. How could someone who had been in front of that saint for decades be stupid? So he quickly realized that the thing was probably

so

The words of Zhang Sanlang, who had traveled with him, were probably true and not false at all, but he should have indeed covered up the extremely unfavorable fact about him during the Lingxun period, and he had obviously taken the opportunity to alienate people, spread rumors, and shake people's hearts. Hidden malice... It can even be said that the effect is remarkable

There is nothing wrong with the attitude of the local officials. The spring plowing has been delayed. Even if the battle is barely won, when the recession is over, the people are afraid that they will still rebel and the so-called land will be filled. Then it will be their responsibility and hard work. What's more, They already have a lot of resentment and resentment because of Hejian Camp's unscrupulous looting of places, because of Zhang Shiyu's death, and because of the retreat of Hejian Camp in the battle of Leling. That is also true.

There is no need to say more about the Hejian camp. The thief Zhang San has analyzed it very well. General Xue Changxiong is a typical Guanlong military leader. He only sees soldiers and horses. Therefore, he is more or less willing to pay attention to the civilians like the local officials. Than, he is more inclined to powerful forces that directly play a substantial role in the army... Not to mention, there is also a saying about the Lingshui Period that can cover up everything.

Zhang San can ignore these three parties, but the other two, including the powerful people and the common people who have already made their choices, must unite. Otherwise, how can the imperial court still be a traitor to the imperial court and how can it only be a traitor?

After a moment of hesitation and silence, just when Xue Changxiong was obviously impatient, Old Man Feng spoke again, but he went past Chen Bin and asked General Xue seriously.

As soon as he said this, Xue Changxiong flew into a rage and stood up like a toad that had been stung on the butt. However, he did not go out. He just walked to the inside of the hall door, turned to the side with his hands behind his hands, and then faced the wall silently.

Feng Wuyi stared at this person blankly, then stood up and followed him, trying his best to persuade him from behind.

Xue Changxiong just remained silent.

Supervisor Sima Chen Bin had no choice but to follow him with a smile.

Feng Wuyi turned around and explained seriously

Chen Bin was stunned and continued to answer.

Feng Wuyi asked seriously.

Chen Bin hesitated for a moment and sighed.

When the words came to this point, Feng Wuyi was completely silent.

In desperation, the old man could only bow his hands to Xue Changxiong, who was turning his back, and then walked out. Upon seeing this, Chen Bin hurried to see him off.

As soon as the person left, Xue Laoqi and Xue Wanquan, who had been waiting outside the door, couldn't help but go inside and ask.

Xue Wanquan was thoughtful.

When Xue Changxiong saw this, he couldn't help lowering his voice and continued to educate. "Besides, Leling lost Governor Zhang and was really caught off guard. Old man Feng only wandered in front of the emperor. Some of his words were wrong, but now Hebei's The aristocratic families and local officials are dissatisfied with us and are staring at us. This is true and we cannot go too far... This is why I want to send troops early.

Because of the decisive battle."

Xue Wanquan just sighed: Xue Changxiong shook his head and was too lazy to say more, "Hurry up and prepare for sending troops quickly, don't delay."

Not to mention how Xue Changxiong taught his son well, on the other hand, Feng Wuyi ran into a wall and was also a little frustrated.

But unexpectedly, Xue Changxiong's confidant Chen Bin, who had been aggressive in the hall before and only asked which military and civil officials should be trusted and which ones should be trusted, now escorted him all the way, but he actually spoke politely without losing any etiquette.

It was in sharp contrast to the previous hall.

And soon, Feng Wuyi knew why the other party was like this.

When he came to the corner inside the mansion gate and saw everyone around him busy, Chen Bin took the opportunity to speak.

Feng Wuyi looked at the other person, and then he remembered that this person was actually from the former Chen royal family, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Chen Bin folded his hands and laughed.

Feng Wuyi was stunned on the spot, because what he said was absolutely correct, but it seemed obviously wrong.

Chen Bin continued to smile and asked.

Feng Wuyi only felt that he staggered slightly in the cold wind of early spring, and was actually a little swaying, but soon he stood still again, and then he bowed down in front of the gate of the General's Mansion and said sincerely:

"No...I feel very ashamed now."

Chen Bin originally seemed to want to laugh, but when he saw the other party's gesture, he felt bored and just smiled with his hands behind his hands.

Feng Wuyi stood on the spot.

After saying that, Chen Bin cupped his hands and turned around to go back.

Feng Wuyi still stood there. After a long time, he walked out of the last door in despair and climbed into a car waiting outside.

The driver was Feng Wuyi's fourth son and the fifth son of the family, Feng Tang. After helping his father to do the job, he took advantage of the situation to ask.

"Reply to the letter." Feng Wuyi came back to his senses and responded calmly. "Reply to the letter."

Feng Zan was puzzled for a moment

Feng Wuyi forced a smile, "How can a mere Hebei person be qualified to be a bridge... At the very least, he must be from a noble family in Jin."

Feng Zan was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand anything, so he also smiled bitterly, but tried his best to comfort him.

Feng Wuyi lay half-lying in the car. He didn't know whether he was talking about it being difficult subjectively or objectively.

Feng Wulang no longer hesitated, turned around, drove the carriage and left the place, but he did not even return to the local house in Hejian. He only followed his father's instructions and went straight out of the city to return to his ancestral home in Xindu.

Feng Wuyi left sadly, not to mention disheartened, but at least it was a continuation of the continuous excitement since returning home. On the other hand, Chen Bin finished dealing with the old man and returned to the General's Mansion, but he was busy.

Get up... In fact, before Feng Wuyi arrived, Xue Changxiong issued an order to organize the army and march. It was the people here in Hejian,

We have to leave tomorrow too.

Among them, Chen Bin, as the supervising Sima of the Hejian Camp, according to the rules, should have been the court's means to restrain Xue Changxiong. Instead, in the past two years, because of his cooperation with Wuji, even unconditional obedience and indulgence, he became Xue Changxiong's most powerful person.

People you trust, who are regarded as your advisors and confidants, are naturally even more busy.

After being busy until it was completely dark, Chen Simafu declined Xue Silang's invitation to have a drink, and then left the general's residence and returned home.

It is said that the house is quite big, and there are many beautiful concubines and maids, but there are no real wives and children. Now that the war is coming, there is no leisure to enjoy. I just have people cook, boil half a pot of wine, and then I want to go there.

Pour yourself a half-drink and rest early.

However, just as the drinks were poured, the sound of chanting suddenly came from the cold wind on the roof.

Chen Bin waved his hand to let the maids leave, then he supported the case with one hand and held the saber with the other. The aqua blue energy surged out slightly, but he just listened attentively.

As the saying goes:

"When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do we know about the past?"

There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon.

The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed.

Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

A small poem, the man on the roof recited it three times before sighing

Chen Bin was startled for a moment, put away his anger, and sneered, "Bullshit Changsha King Xie Minghe, don't you think I can still be proud of this surname and think about recovering Nanchen?"

What a great achievement, I must not be a lunatic."

At this point, the person paused for a moment, but continued to laugh and said, "But the poems are good poems...were you the one who made them?"
To be continued...