Chapter six hundred and twentieth take the initiative to find fault
Kou Xun's talents are not inferior to Xiao He's, but how can Liu Xiu's talents be inferior to Liu Bang's?
He said that he was not as good as Emperor Gaozu. Firstly, he was self-effacing. Secondly, he felt helpless that Kou Xun was wary of him. He was not Emperor Gaozu, so he would not know how to hide everything, but Kou Xun didn't seem to understand!
Hua Feiyan comforted him in a low voice: "Sooner or later, Grand Administrator Kou will understand His Majesty's state of mind."
"I hope so!" Liu Xiu sighed and picked up another memorial.
This memorial was written by Zhu Fu, the Mu of Youzhou. In the memorial, Zhu Fu detailed the atrocities committed by Peng Chong after his rebellion and harassed the counties of Youzhou. He took the initiative to ask Liu Xiu to send soldiers from Youzhou to attack Peng Chong.
Liu Xiu thought for a while, picked up his pen, paused for a moment, and approved Zhu Fu's memorial.
Zhu Fu had been his chief secretary before, and he had been on the battlefield for a long time with him. He also had rich combat experience. If he sent troops to attack Peng Chong, he might not be able to win, but at least he could suppress Peng Chong's current arrogance.
However, there were times when Liu Xiu was mistaken. Zhu Fu had served as Liu Xiu's chief secretary and had been with him for many years in the battlefield, but Zhu Fu had never had the experience of being a general.
When Zhu Fu was the chief secretary, it was no problem to give Liu Xiu a plan, plan a strategy, and talk about military affairs on paper. He could talk eloquently and talk eloquently, but talking about it and actually doing it were completely different things.
Memorials from various places will finally be gathered here, waiting for Liu Xiu's instructions.
Although Acting Chief Situ Fuzhan and Shangshu Zongguang could help him share some of the burden, what they shared were only trivial matters. In the end, Liu Xiu had to make his own decision on big matters.
These tasks were not easy, and Liu Xiu had to think carefully and carefully before handling each memorial.
Just like the memorial to instruct Kou Xun, Liu Xiu had to think about what Kou Xun was thinking in his heart and what kind of fears and concerns he had that led him to write such a memorial.
The profession of emperor is indeed very tiring, and it does not happen every day, but every day. Every day, you have to think hard, weigh, make the best choice, and adopt the best plan.
The next day.
In Kaicheng, Luoyang, there were long queues of people going out and into the city.
Tang San was a gangster in the inner city of Luoyang, and he was famous for being a desperate man, a master who would risk his life in fights.
The scope of his activities is mainly in the Beicheng area. The North Market in Luoyang is basically under his control. Anyone who sets up a stall in the North Market must provide him with some food.
Since Tang San was quite a fair man and would not bully or exploit the poor excessively, Dong Xuan turned a blind eye to his existence.
Yesterday the city was closed for a day, and today the city was opened. There were many people entering the city, and there were also many people leaving the city. Tang San took several of his brothers and ran to the city gate early in the morning to keep a lookout for anything suspicious.
people.
After working for an hour, Tang San was so tired that his eyes almost blurred, and he couldn't find anyone who looked like an assassin. He went to an inn in Beicheng, ordered wine and food in the lobby on the first floor, and ate with his brothers.
chat.
Tang San was a famous gangster in Beicheng, so the innkeeper naturally knew him and was very polite to him.
While Tang San and others were eating, the shopkeeper came over with a smile on his face and asked, "How was your meal, Third Brother? If it's not enough, just order it. I'll take this meal for you!"
Seeing that the shopkeeper was very discerning and very considerate of himself, Tang San looked up and smiled, took off the money bag from his waist, slapped it on the table, and said triumphantly: "You think I don't have any money, so I ran to you
Are you here to cheat on food and drinks?"
"Oh, Third Brother, you have wronged me. Third Brother can patronize this small shop, and the shop is so prosperous. How can I dare to take Third Brother's money from you!"
Hearing this, Tang San felt doubly proud, and almost floated away. He laughed and asked casually: "Shopkeeper, has the business been good recently?"
"It's okay, it's okay, thanks to the third brother. It's just that the city was suddenly closed, which had a big impact on the store!" the shopkeeper said with some helplessness.
Tang San waved his hand to the side and motioned for the shopkeeper to sit down. He asked: "It's only a day of closure, what impact will it have?"
The shopkeeper smiled bitterly and said: "This time the city is closed for one day. Who knows if the city will be closed again in two days! Most of the people staying in the inn are businessmen, and many regular guests have to check out early just because of the city's closure yesterday.
Living."
Tang San thought about it, it was the same thing.
He looked left and right, then moved closer to the shopkeeper, and whispered: "I heard from the county magistrate, this city closure is an exception, and Luoyang will not be closed again in the future.
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The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up and he said with a smile: "This is a good relationship! Speaking of which, this city lockdown will only have the greatest impact on our inn business!"
While they were talking, a wealthy middle-aged man walked out with a few servants. Seeing this, the shopkeeper immediately stood up, went over to greet him, and said cheerfully: "Mr. Wu is leaving?"
The rich middle-aged man looked at the shopkeeper and said: "Luoyang City is closed every now and then. We don't dare to live in the city anymore. If one day we are trapped in the city, all our food will be destroyed!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The shopkeeper smiled and sent the rich middle-aged man out of the door. When the few boys walked through the lobby, they looked around inadvertently, and when their eyes swept over Tang San and others,
There was a slight pause.
Tang San tilted his head, curled his lips, and looked at each other with dissatisfaction and annoyance. The boy only looked at him for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and walked out quickly.
When they left, Tang San stretched his neck and looked outside. There were seven or eight carriages parked at the entrance of the inn. Each carriage was pulling a high bamboo basket. It seemed that there were many things inside.
It’s all food.yyls
After the shopkeeper came back, Tang San looked outside and asked, "Who are they? What do they do?"
"Mr. Wu is a grain merchant from Chenliu. He comes to Luoyang once or twice a year to sell grain. He is a regular customer of the shop."
Tang San snorted and said meaningfully: "Looks like he's quite rich."
The shopkeeper smiled and said: "In the past, Mr. Wu didn't collect much grain and didn't sell much. This year, he sold the most, with more than ten carts of grain!"
"All sold?"
"There are still seven or eight loads of food left!"
"Since everything hasn't been sold yet, why is he in a hurry to leave?"
"I'm afraid that if Luoyang is closed again, the food will be in my hands, and the new food will turn into old food, and I won't be able to sell it even if I want to!" At this point, the shopkeeper laughed, shook his head and said, "This Mr. Wu, too.
Groundless worries!"
Tang San shrugged, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip of wine. Mr. Wu's words sounded like there was nothing wrong with them, but they couldn't withstand careful scrutiny.
Even if Luoyang would be closed for a long time, wouldn't the food in his hands be even more valuable and more marketable, so why couldn't he sell it?
Furthermore, looking at Mr. Wu's servant, something didn't seem right. Tang San couldn't tell exactly what was wrong. Maybe it was because his eyes were too sharp.
Even when he and the boy looked at each other, he had a fuzzy feeling in his heart.
He took out a turtle coin from his money bag, slapped it on the table, and said, "If the wine money is not enough, I will make up for it later!" After speaking, he stood up and shook it to the boys around him.
He lowered his head and walked quickly outside.
"Brother Tang San, I already told you that I will treat you to this meal!"
Tang San waved back without looking back, and led a few men to chase Mr. Wu's grain team. There were seven or eight carriages filled with grain, and the carriages moved slowly. Tang San and others quickly caught up with them.
Tang San slowed down and said to a younger brother: "Hurry up and find some brothers to come over and find a way to knock over a few frames of the carriage's grain. I want to see if what's inside is grain!"
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The young man agreed and ran away quickly. Tang San and the others followed the carriage at a short distance.
The carriage headed straight for the North City Gate. When the convoy reached the intersection of an alley, several young men walked out of the alley quickly. The leader of the group happened to bump into a boy beside the carriage.
The young man took two steps back, became furious, and yelled at the boy: "Are you fucking blind?"
The boy said nothing, his face was expressionless, and he looked at the young man with a deep look.
The young man was here to find trouble, but when he saw the other party's attitude, he danced with joy and became furious.
He walked up to the boy, grabbed him by the collar, and asked: "Boy, look at your look, are you still not convinced?"
The young man still didn't speak, but his sharp eyes became more and more sharp. The young man was furious, turned his eyes to the carriage behind the young man, he used all his strength, pushed the young man suddenly, and shouted: "I think you are
Looking for a fight!"
The young man planned to push the boy's body out, hit the carriage, and knock down several baskets of grain on the roof of the carriage.
Unexpectedly, he pushed with all his strength, which only caused the boy's body to tilt back slightly, and then returned to normal. The boy's feet seemed to have taken root on the ground, and he did not even take a step back.
Seeing this, the young man was secretly surprised, and at the same time he felt a little embarrassed. He roared angrily, raised his fist, and hit the young man hard on the cheek. The young man frowned slightly, raised his hand, and caught it with his palm.
The young man's fist was immediately followed by his five fingers kicking back to wrap the young man's fist, but he didn't see any effort. The young man suddenly groaned, his body went limp, his face turned red at the same time, and he kept screaming.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the fist being grabbed by the boy making a rattling sound.
When the young man's companions saw this, they stopped doing anything and swarmed up. However, they fell even faster as they came up. The young man didn't even move his hands and only kicked out one after another, knocking all the gangsters to the ground.
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What happened to them happened too fast. When the people around them noticed, all the gangsters had fallen to the ground, while the boy stood aside as if nothing happened. It seemed that several gangsters had fallen to the ground, and he
It doesn't matter at all.
Tang San, who was hiding in the dark and observing, could see clearly that his brother had suffered a loss, so he couldn't hide it anymore, so he took the lead and rushed out, heading straight for the boy.
"Brothers who dare to hit me, today I will cut you into pieces!" Tang San got angry, forgetting all the tasks assigned by Dong Xuan, and only thought about venting his anger on the brother who had suffered a loss.
The boy didn't take these gangsters seriously at all, and he wanted to take action again. Several other boys walked over quickly and stopped him. One of them raised his hand to Tang San and said: "Brother, this time
It's our fault, I apologize to you on his behalf!"
Tang San cursed: "Fuck you!" As he spoke, he slapped him.
The boy still had a smile on his face, and he raised his hand as if inadvertently, clasping Tang San's wrist. He said cheerfully: "Brother, I have already said that it was our fault this time.
Give me some face!"
How dare you fucking bother me about saving face?! Before Tang San could even curse, he felt as if an iron hoop had been placed on his wrist, and the iron hoop was still tightening, as if to tighten his wrist.
Broken wrist.
Tang San endured the pain in his wrist and did not cry out, but big beads of sweat seeped out from his head. He swallowed and said in a trembling voice: "Okay... okay, I'll give you your face,
Let’s go!”
"That's right! As the saying goes, rely on your brothers at home, rely on your friends when you go out, and keep a thin line in your life. We really want to see each other someday!"
As he spoke, the boy nodded to Tang San with a smile, then cupped his hands, waved to the other boys and said, "Okay, okay, it's just a misunderstanding, let's continue on our way!"
Watching several carriages slowly walking away, the gangster who had taken the initiative to find trouble just now rubbed his fists, walked up to Tang San, glared at the back of the convoy, and asked harshly: "Third brother, is this the end of the matter?"
"Forget it? If I don't kill them this time, I will skin them alive!"
Tang San's eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and he gritted his teeth and said to a brother beside him: "Go to the county government immediately and inform the magistrate that we have found an assassin in Beicheng!"
