Feng Yidao: "I can't tell you exactly. I just heard someone say something at a banquet in the capital in the early years. It was said that Concubine Pei loved him like a son. She didn't treat him like a nephew. She clearly loved her own son. Several princes were not on good terms with him because of this.
It’s because the Holy Spirit has too much trust in him.”
The middle-aged scholar wondered: "If it is really Concubine Pei's biological son, why is he raised in Bolinghou Mansion?"
"So, this matter cannot be explained clearly. Some people say that Concubine Pei had a romantic relationship with the Holy Emperor before she entered the palace, so..." Feng Yi shook his head, "There are many rumors even among nobles.
How credible this story is is hard to say.”
The middle-aged scribe sighed: "Such a living Bodhisattva has come, it will be difficult for you, sir!"
Feng Yi nodded: "It doesn't matter if the pastoral supervisor is not under the control of the county. It's just that his wanton acquisitions may cause turmoil."
"It's hard for Mr. Feng..."
When the moon reaches the zenith, the chat ends.
The middle-aged scribe went back to the guest house to wash up, sent away the servants, hung a lantern under the eaves, and sat at the table with his eyes closed to meditate.
Not long after, there was a slight knock on the door.
"Come in."
A strong servant in civilian clothes pushed open the door and entered.
"Did you find out anything?" The strong servant sat across from him with a rough voice.
The middle-aged scribe opened his eyes and said: "I found a new fat sheep. I suggest changing the target."
The strong servant looked at him suspiciously: "Why change the target? We finally sneaked into the county government and spent two months checking out the locations. Now that we change the target, wouldn't these two months be in vain?"
"So what if it's in vain?" the middle-aged scribe said coldly, "Does the work we do count as time? If we fail, we will waste time and energy, and may even lose our lives. If we succeed, we will eat all we can. Even this realization
None, change your career as soon as possible!"
He was so forceful that the strong servant laughed twice and lowered his body: "Sir, don't be angry. After all, you have spent a lot of energy here, so I just wanted to ask."
The middle-aged scribe stared at him twice and softened his tone: "Occupying the county government is certainly a good idea, but it is also difficult to imitate a county magistrate. After all, you have to go to Shangguan regularly. I found a perfect one today.
It is much easier to counterfeit the target, and the profit is countless times greater."
"Who are you talking about, sir?" The strong servant's eyes shone, "Is he fatter than the county government?"
The middle-aged scribe sneered: "How fat can a county government be? A county magistrate only gets a small salary. Gaotang is so poor that even if he empties all the granaries, he can only eat for three to five months. The person I'm talking about is more than just a county magistrate."
Ya Fei, with his wealth, can easily buy the entire Gaotang County."
The strong servant was very excited when he heard this: "Which big family is it?"
"It's not a big family." The middle-aged scribe said calmly, "It's the new pastor of the racecourse."
Zhuang Pu had heard about this, but he had doubts about it: "Sir, I heard that that person comes from a family of military generals, and he has many generals with him. Are we afraid that we won't be able to eat them?"
"Fat sheep are naturally not easy to eat." The middle-aged scribe said slowly, "But if we eat it, we might not have to do this job of licking blood from the edge of a knife for the rest of our lives."
This sentence convinced the strong servant. He thought about it and finally said: "Then send someone to explore the road first and see if it is easy to start there."
The middle-aged scribe lightly knocked on the table and said: "No one else is needed, just you. I heard that they not only collect all kinds of goods, but also recruit strong laborers. Anyway, the county government has already figured out everything, there is no need to stay.
.If it is feasible there, we will move there."
The strong servant thought for a while and agreed: "Okay, I trust you sir, I will go to the racecourse tomorrow."
…
Mingwei sat on the corridor and looked at the crowds of people coming all the way.
Most of these are mountain people from the northwest, carrying baskets and pushing carts, coming here.
Ah Xuan set aside a stable for receiving goods.
"Master, do you want to keep this chicken?" A mountain man in shabby clothes asked cautiously.
The famous general took one look at it and said, "As long as the chickens are not sick or dead, we will accept them all and have them weighed over there."
After passing the scale, I heard the official say: "A live chicken costs fifty cents. The charged price is 30% more, and I will pay another 10% for shipping, which is seventy cents. Five live chickens, a total of three hundred and fifty cents."
Give me money!"
Immediately, another official counted out the money and handed it to him.
The mountain people were very happy and thanked him profusely.
If he sells his five chickens in the county town, the price will inevitably be lowered and he will have to pay taxes. Two hundred cash is good. Now that he has an extra 150 cash, he can buy some decent clothes for the family.
Several more mountaineers came over with carts filled with some stones, which they accepted happily as well.
Ning Xiu walked over with his hands in his sleeves unsteadily and sat on the porch.
"After building the fort, what are you going to do?"
Mingwei turned around and saw him, slightly surprised: "Sir?"
Ning Xiu said lightly: "If you want to open up another world, you must have corresponding strength. Even if you build a castle, how can you compete with the Northwest Army?"
Mingwei was a little surprised to hear him ask this question.
She thought that Ning Xiu was the one who least wanted to rebel. But the question he asked now was the key.
So, is he really seriously thinking about rebellion?
It's really gratifying.
"Sir's concerns are reasonable."
"What's the solution?"
Ming looked at the crowd with a smile: "There is an opportunity."
Ning Xiu's eyes flickered: "When is the time?"
Mingwei pondered. What should she say? In less than two years, the Western Wei Dynasty will be established on the other side of the mountain. Therefore, this year is very critical. There will be a war in the northwest. As long as the war continues, they will
You can take advantage of the chaos.
"Do you know who is on the other side of the mountain?"
Ning Xiu said: "Hu people."
"To be precise, it's the eight tribes of Beihu." Mingwei said, "In the past few years, the eight tribes of Beihu have been attacking each other, and now they're almost done. I believe it won't be long before they unite and set their sights on the south.
"
"So there will be war?"
Mingwei nodded slowly.
Ning Xiu's eyes turned cold: "Why not warn the court?"
Are you really suspicious that she is using the war for personal gain? Ming Wei smiled and said: "As early as in Xuandu Temple, I used the stars to warn the Holy One. This is the only thing I can do about such a big thing."
Ning Xiu calmed down: "So, the Northwest Army is already prepared?"
"I can't say that." Mingwei sighed, "You know, people speak softly."
Ning Xiu is silent.
"So, this is not only our opportunity, but also to solve the crisis in Daqi. The two are not contradictory. We don't have much time. Within one year, we must have certain conditions. Otherwise, we can only watch.
A tragedy happened."
Ning Xiu was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "Mr. Fu said that you are the best at brainwashing, and it is true."
Then he left calmly.
Mingwei thought for a moment. Does this mean he was persuaded by her?