In the first month of the first lunar month, Wang Xian went to Guangling on a snowy night. With only 10,000 troops, he subdued the White Lotus Sect's tens of thousands of troops and hundreds of thousands of followers who were surrounded by natural dangers. In an instant, Wang Xian was powerful in the world, his name spread all over the world, and he also won the emperor.
With his favor, he suddenly became an important role that can check and balance discipline.
But everything has pros and cons. He was forced by the situation, regardless of the consequences, and only wanted a quick victory. Although he surrendered the Shanxi White Lotus Sect, this huge organization was not eliminated and still existed among the hundreds of thousands of followers. This made
Subsequently, Zhu Zhanji's disintegration and digestion work became difficult. Nearly half a year has passed now. Although the White Lotus believers have been moved out of Guangling's home base and the army has been replaced by an official army, they still gather together and refuse to disperse every day.
Huge expenditures were incurred, conflicts with local officials and people became increasingly serious, and there was always the danger of another rebellion.
Once these guys rebel again and Shanxi is devastated again, Wang Xian can guess how those people from the King of Han will attack Zhu Zhanji. They will say how incompetent and self-willed the grandson is, so that the surrendered White Lotus cultists will once again
Changes have occurred. The reputation that Taisun has built so easily will be destroyed in one day.
Of course, you have to fill the hole you dug yourself. In addition to official duties these days, Wang Xian is also thinking about how to break the situation. After a lot of research, he has a plan in mind. This time he discussed with Yan Qing all night, and saw that the two of them were not happy.
The plan coincided, and Wang Xian finally made up his mind. He went home the next day to inform his parents, comforted his wife, and quietly set out on the road with two hundred guards and Ling Xiao who wanted to follow him life and death.
He was not an imperial envoy when he left Beijing this time, so he could not use the Ministry of War's reconnaissance. However, given Wang Xian's current status, someone had prepared horses, food and accommodation along the way. The group stayed overnight at dawn and galloped northward for six days.
Time has entered the Shanxi border.
The last time I came to Shanxi, it was still covered in snow. This time, as far as I could see, it was a continuous loess plateau with crisscrossing ravines and sparse vegetation. The last time I came to Shanxi, the sky was covered with overcast clouds and the lead was hanging low.
This time, there are flowing clouds in the sky, stretching as far as the eye can see. The vast blue sky, with white clouds flowing freely, also makes people feel extremely open.
This was the first time Lingxiao saw such a scene. He was as happy as a bird escaping from its cage, urging the unlucky army horse under its crotch, up and down the loess plateau, and sang a newly learned Shanxi folk song:
"Thirty-three buckwheat trees, with nine edges and nine edges.
How’s your little sister? She’s from my family.
You put that pony of yours at your sister's house,
Ma Juju misses her mother, you miss your sister’s home,
The buckwheat seeds are blooming and their tops are white.
Little sister, I’m just waiting for you to come back..."
Lingxiao is always lively and lively, but her smart side is revealed only when she sings. Her singing voice is clear and melodious, which makes people's hearts drip with honey. But it seems that the old men around Wang Xian don't know how to appreciate this beauty.
Every time he sang a folk song in a strange tune: "Sister Lingxiao, which brother are you waiting for?" Wang Xian was speechless for a while.
But what made Wang Xian even more speechless was that Miss Lingxiao would yell at him: "Xiao Xianzi, they bully me", making him lose any face in front of his subordinates...
But other than that, the trip was still very pleasant. Unknowingly, I saw Gaoping County in the southernmost part of Shanxi Province. What surprised Wang Xian a little was that the place was almost the same as last time and was still under strict inspection.
However, when their troops appeared at the foot of the county seat, in addition to Zhou Zhixian, those who came to greet them were Xu Huaiqing, Xue Huan and others. As soon as they saw Wang Xian, they galloped towards Wang Xian, turned over and knelt on the ground.
He excitedly saluted Wang Xian and said: "Military Advisor"
Wang Xian also quickly got off his horse, helped a few people up, beat them hard on the chest, laughed and said: "You guys have good food these days."
Several people were immediately embarrassed when they heard this. They had been doing almost nothing in Shanxi for the past six months, and they all showed signs of gaining weight. The only exception was Xue Huan, whose figure was still very standard. Hearing this, he couldn't help but complain to them: "These
The guy felt that the establishment was solved and he had an official position, so he naturally slacked off."
Everyone who has been brothers for many years knows that Xue Huan was a little nervous after his brother was killed in battle, so they didn't get to know him as well, so they just changed the subject. Xu Huaiqing said with a smile: "Originally, the grandson wanted to come in person, but over there in Taiyuan
He really can’t leave, so he has to ask us to pick up his military adviser for him.”
"Brother, why are you so polite?" Wang Xian was secretly frightened. He didn't expect that the situation had reached a point where the grandson could not escape. But on his face, he said calmly: "Let's enter the city quickly."
"Yes, sir, please get in the car quickly. I will prepare some wine in the yamen for you to catch the wind and wash away the dust." The magistrate of Zhou County, who stood panic-stricken at the side, nodded and bowed hurriedly: "Please, sir, please don't remember the faults of small people.
Give me a chance to make corrections."
"What?" Xu Huaiqing and others immediately found a punching bag, grabbed Zhou Zhixian's collar and glared: "What did you do to our military advisor?"
"No," Zhou Zhixian was frightened. He looked at Wang Xiandao as if asking for help: "Sir, my lord, the last time I was demoted, I really had to do it out of necessity. The superiors didn't allow me to talk to you anymore..."
Wang Xian was actually a little confused. He was not a grudge-bearing person. If Zhou Zhixian hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten about that time last winter. He thought he was a fellow villager and wanted to ask him for some information, but he seemed to have no clue.
Seeing that Wang Xian didn't speak, Zhou Zhixian thought he was really angry, so he knelt down to him as soon as his legs went weak. Fortunately, Wang Xian had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he held him up and said, "Master Zhou, what is this? We didn't have anything in the past.
I have no grudges, so why should I blame you?"
Zhou Zhixian had no power to restrain the chicken. When Wang Xian held him up, he naturally couldn't kneel down. His tangled face was full of expectation and he said: "Sir, you really don't blame me?"
"Is there still a lie?" Wang Xian smiled and said: "Come into the city quickly, so many people are watching, how do you behave as a parent?"
"Yes, yes, sir, please." Zhou Zhixian also felt that Wang Xian was telling the truth, and immediately there were only two ounces of bones left in his body. The Ming Dynasty was only more than forty years old, and after another crisis, the status of military attachés was still far away.
Higher than the civil servants, not to mention Wang Xian, a powerful official from the fourth rank and in charge of imperial edicts. The magistrate of Zhou County can talk to him as a fellow villager. Of course he has to be fawning over him. Who cares what the people think? I respectfully invite Wang Xian.
Enter the city.
After entering the city, Wang Xian and others did not stay in the inn, so at the strong invitation of Zhouzhi County, they stayed directly in the Gaoping County Yamen. After a simple wash, Wang Xian went out to the outside, and Zhouzhi County hurriedly got up to greet him, but he was still a little cramped.
Said: "Sir"
"Master Zhou, please relax." Wang Xian sat down in his seat and waved his hand for him to sit down.
"My lord, you should still call Xiao De Cao Zi." Zhou Zhixian rested only a quarter of his buttocks on the chair and said respectfully: "Xiao Ren Cao Zi Ying Zhi."
"Okay, Yingzhi." Although Wang Xian is half the age of Zhou Zhixian, it is not awkward at all to address him like this. He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just chatting with you, fellow countrymen."
Hearing Wang Xian say the word "fellow countryman", the remaining two or two bones of Zhouzhi County disappeared. He nodded hurriedly and said: "Yes, yes, if you have anything to ask, your Majesty, I will tell you everything."
I can’t say enough about that…”
"Yingzhi is much more enthusiastic this time." Wang Xian couldn't help but tease.
Zhou Zhixian immediately turned red in the face and said sarcastically: "My lord, don't blame me. Last time, I really had to do it out of necessity."
"Haha, I don't blame you. It's only human nature for you to do what you did at that time." Wang Xian smiled and said: "But there is one thing that makes me wonder. It's been half a year, why is your county still under martial law?"
"It's like this..." Zhou Zhixian showed a wry smile and said: "Although it was martial law both times, the purpose was different. The last time was to arrest people... Your Excellency must also know that that time it was to depose the Jin prince and his son.
Since they have disappeared, His Highness the King of Jin will naturally seal off the entire territory and conduct a strict search. This time, it is His Highness Taisun’s order, with the purpose of preventing the White Lotus followers from entering the country and joining forces."
"What about leaving the country?" Wang Xian asked.
"It doesn't matter." Zhou Zhixian said: "Even gifts, as long as there are fewer and fewer White Lotus believers in Shanxi, there will be no problem."
"Is this your intention or the grandson's intention?" Wang Xian frowned slightly.
"How dare you, a lower official, have your own ideas?" Zhou Zhixian said with a bitter smile.
"..." Wang Xian frowned even more tightly. Taisun Guang prevented the White Lotus cultists from gathering in Shanxi, but pushed the seeds of rebellion to other provinces. Isn't this beggar-thy-neighbour? Who gave Taisun the idea?
Seeing that Wang Xian was a little unhappy, Zhou Zhixian waited with bated breath, not daring to take a breath, until Wang Xian asked again: "The White Lotus followers have surrendered to the Ming Dynasty for several months. I don't know how the resettlement situation is. Is there any distribution in your county?"
Got the quota?"
"Your Excellency, our county is located in a strategic area. To be on the safe side, we have not been assigned a resettlement quota." County magistrate Zhou said: "However, neighboring counties have been allocated thousands of people, and Shanxi is densely populated with poor people. It is already the limit to resettle these people.
"How many counties are there in Shanxi?" Wang Xian asked,
"More than a hundred." Zhou Zhixian replied hurriedly.
"That's only more than 100,000 people, which is far from enough." Wang Xian sighed.
"I can't say enough, but they still don't want to come." Zhou Zhixian said: "At first, several counties accepted a group of believers, but the government was wary of them in every possible way, and the people regarded them as aliens, and the property and land originally agreed upon were not available.
As a result, conflicts broke out between the two parties, and as a result, those believers who had finally moved out returned. After this incident, those White Lotus believers became increasingly distrustful of the government, and the relationship between the two parties worsened."
"Are there no successful examples?" Wang Xian asked.
"No, in fact, all counties are unwilling to accept these believers," Zhou Zhixian shook his head and said: "They are all organized. Once they have thousands of people established in the local area, they can immediately compete with the county magistrate."
"Yeah." Wang Xian nodded and asked: "So, the local government is quite resistant to the dispersed resettlement plan?"
"Your Majesty is a bystander. Since your Excellency has not given up asking for information, I must speak out boldly." Zhou Zhixian said: "This is really a way to settle down with a slap on the head."