When the herdsmen and indentured workers were released the next day, what they saw was the grass stained red with blood, the bloody corpses, and the bandits tied there waiting to be dealt with.
After the initial shock passed, I found that the generals were still talking to each other as if no one was watching, and everything was no different from before, so I slowly calmed down.
Naturally, the body must be burned and buried. Summer is here, and once it starts to rot, it will be a big problem.
The grass also needs to be cleaned, as those blood stains will attract flies.
The living robbers were within the scope of the generals' dealings. Only after everything had been explained and their faces branded, were they allowed to untie them and go to the packed stable to rest.
The young master said that they can rest for two days to recuperate before starting to work again.
The generals said, Where can I find such a magnanimous master? If you still refuse to repent, are you worthy of the opportunity given by God?
After indoctrinating them like this for ten or eight times, the robbers thought dazedly, it seemed like that, not only did they not lose their lives, but they were also allowed to eat well and have time to recover from their injuries. They completely forgot that two days was not enough for them to recover from their injuries.
In other words, to catch your breath, you have to work like an animal...
When Ning Xiu came back, he saw this scene.
Although the others left, they kept an eye on this area and rushed back immediately after receiving the news.
After a long and tiring journey, we returned to the racecourse at noon. Then we took off our boots and entered the house. What we saw was a sleepy Yang Shu, who was cleaning his face and brushing his teeth.
"Morning!" Yang Shu greeted vaguely.
Ning Xiu thought about how worried he had been all the way, and suddenly had the urge to smash the piano on his head.
"Good morning, sir." Mingwei also came out and turned to ask Duofu, "What's for lunch?"
"We have freshly caught shrimp today." Duofu said happily, "We can braise it, boil it, bake it with salt... or make shrimp paste and shrimp balls."
"Let's fry the shrimp balls." Mingwei thought for a while and said.
"Okay!" Duofu went to the kitchen.
Ning Xiu almost thought he was dreaming. He didn't go out at all. There was no smell of blood in front of the door. What the contract workers were burying were not corpses, let alone those living bandits!
He killed so many people and yet everyone was so calm? He, a man who was accustomed to killing people, felt like vomiting when he smelled the blood at the door.
He felt that he might need to take a lesson to prevent his good little junior brother from turning into a murderous demon.
However, before he could speak, Mingwei had already said: "Sir, since you are back, why don't you make a trip to the village?"
Ning Xiu frowned and asked, "What village?"
"Those robbers' strongholds!" she said, "I always feel uneasy letting others go. This group of robbers has robbed a lot of money, and the wealth is so touching!"
Yang Shu said: "Senior brother has just come back, how can we ask him to go? I'd better go there myself! That money is the capital for our development."
Mingwei thought: "It makes sense."
"No!" Ning Xiu said two words calmly, "I'll go!"
They've already killed people without blinking an eye, but they can't open their eyes again.
So, he went back to his house to wash himself, change clothes, and set off with his people without even eating. He packed up the dry food.
Yang Shu, who was eating, looked at his retreating back and asked the person next to him: "Is this okay? Looking at him like this, he rushed back early in the morning."
Mingwei picked up the fried shrimp balls and said, "It's okay. For a master like him, not sleeping for a few days is nothing."
Yang Shu thought for a while: "That's good."
After asking this question, he could eat without any psychological burden.
…
After eating and drinking, the two of them entered the small dark room.
Master Hou was grumbling with hunger. When he saw them coming in, he quickly saluted: "I've seen you, Master."
Yang Shu waved his hand and asked: "What is your real name?"
Master Hou struggled for a moment, caught Mingwei's eyes, and answered obediently: "Hou Liang..."
He chuckled: "Whatever is missing, I really need to make up for..."
Isn’t the thing that Master Hou lacks most is conscience?
Hou Liang rubbed his hands and laughed.
Anyway, if you lose your integrity once, it won’t be difficult to lose it again.
Yang Shu stopped laughing and said calmly: "I can keep you alive, but I don't want to keep useless people. Those outside can move bricks, so tell me what you can do!"
Before Hou Liang could answer, he reminded him: "Don't talk about supervising the construction of the house. We already have the drawings. As long as we find someone who knows how to build the house, we can still build it beautifully."
Hou Liangtun recalled what he said, glanced at him quickly, and then looked at Mingwei cautiously, his mind running rapidly, thinking about what kind of answer they wanted.
When it comes to mystical arts, he is completely incomparable to Miss Ming. As for the work of supervising construction, the young master clearly vetoed it. So what else is he good at? In the robber den, he is responsible for coming up with ideas...
Hmm? Any ideas?
Hou Liang carefully thought about the news he heard from the county magistrate Feng Yi, plus what he had seen these days. He quickly found an important point and tentatively said: "I heard from the county magistrate that the young master was angry because he was angry.
Your Majesty, after being demoted to this place, I think I will return to Beijing sooner or later."
Yang Shu nodded casually. He thought, if this Hou Liang can't say anything useful, he will be used as a supervisor in the future. His character is really not good, and if he is not smart enough, he has no qualifications for reuse.
Hou Liang had been carefully paying attention to his expression. Seeing that he was absent-minded, he guessed that the point was not here. After thinking about it for a while, he said something that he had been wondering about for a long time.
"...However, I discovered that the house that the young master is going to build is not only a fortress, but also a small city that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Doesn't the young master have any plans to return to the capital soon?"
Seeing that Yang Shu's expression became more formal, Hou Liang let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
Great, he guessed it right!
"What else?" Yang Shu looked at him with a smile.
Once you find the right direction, it won't be difficult to talk about it later.
He said with a smile: "If the young master will not leave for a while, he will definitely develop this small town. In the past two months, the young master has brought Gaotang to be much more prosperous than before. However, the land in the northwest cannot be prosperous just by building a city."
It's limited. Although the young man has been dismissed from his position, he still worked hard in the beginning. He knows a thing or two about administrative matters and can share the worries of the young master."
"Oh?" Yang Shu smiled half-heartedly, "How do you want to share your worries?"
Hou Liang thought, the young master came from a family of generals, and there were many brave generals around him. There are also Mr. Ning and Miss Ming. They are Xuanshi. Although they have powerful methods, it is extremely difficult to manage affairs.
Not as good as him.
He spoke confidently: "If you want to develop quickly, to put it bluntly, you need to be driven by wealth. As for quickly accumulating wealth, Xiao Xiao has two strategies. One is to wipe out the bandits on Yanshan Mountain and seize the ill-gotten gains for themselves.
Secondly, you can easily earn a lot of wealth by doing business with the barbarians."
Yang Shu's face sank: "Forget the first one. Do you know that doing business with barbarians is against national policy?"
Due to the turmoil in the northwest, the imperial court had already ordered a ban on the market.