Chapter 225: The merits and demerits have their own descendants, and they are said to be the phoenix
Lu Tao quickly apologized and said, "Go back to the Young Master. I was ordered to arrest the criminals who were reclaiming the wasteland. I was passing by someone from the Taishi Mansion who asked for help, so I came here to take a look. I hope the Young Master will take a look."
Cai Tong, Cai Jing's grandson, was frightened when he saw that his helpers were afraid of this murderous man. He did not grow up next to Cai Jing, but in his hometown, where he lacked discipline and was frightened and wronged. He cried "Wow" again.
Got up.
Yang Lin shook his head, thinking that Cai Jing's sons were all remarkable talents. How could such a bad person be born among his grandchildren? It was simply a misfortune for the family.
Lu Tao took the opportunity to wink, and the servants of the Cai Mansion hurriedly stepped forward to help Cai Tong up and fled away.
Yang Lin looked at their backs and thought that Cai Jing still had to give him some face. After a while, he turned around and asked, "How many of the land reclamation people have been captured?"
"Going back to Shaozai, after the decree was issued to confiscate wasteland in the suburbs, people came to reclaim the wasteland every day. Most of them were slaves from wealthy families. This time when the official came out, he brought back no less than a hundred people. In the long run, the prison of the Ministry of Punishment will no longer be able to contain it."
Yang Lin nodded and said: "Don't worry about the arrest. I have already spoken to His Majesty, mainly about the captured Diao slaves. If they find out which family they belong to, they will send someone to ask them to ransom their people at the Ministry of Punishment. Each person will be paid a ransom."
Two hundred guan, if you don’t redeem the person, he will be punished regardless of his family background.”
Lu Tao was secretly shocked. This was too cruel. It seemed that the three fires of this new policy were burning firmly from top to bottom.
Yang Lin continued: "The 200 guan of this person's money will be divided between the Ministry of Punishment and the imperial army that caught the person. For every person caught, I will allocate another 100 guan from the Long Live Battalion, all of which will be used to reward the person who caught the person.
Officials from the Imperial Guard or the Ministry of Justice."
Lu Tao's mouth opened slightly in surprise. The officer behind him from the Ministry of Justice had already cheered, but now he could no longer hold back his arresting power.
Lu Wang and Lu Qian, seeing the excitement here, calmly led the people over.
Seeing that Yang Lin was fine, he felt relieved. Yang Lin stretched out his hand and Lu Wang stepped forward and said, "Young Master?"
Looking around, he saw that the officials from the Ministry of Justice and the onlookers had already evacuated. Yang Lin lowered his voice and Fu Er said to him: "After we go back, send someone to keep an eye on Cai Jing's grandson Cai Tong. Record everything and it's best to keep the evidence."
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Lu Wang nodded lightly and immediately went to arrange the manpower.
Yang Lin thought that although he wouldn't need it now, it was always good to accumulate black materials in advance, just in case he would need them one day.
As long as Cai Jing survives, it will only be a trivial matter no matter how much Cai Tong bullies men and dominates women.
But if Cai Jing is on the verge of collapse, this precious grandson may very well be the last straw for him.
It is difficult to be a human being, it is difficult to be an official, and it is even more difficult to be an everlasting official——
Dali, Yangyime City, and Song Jiang have already arrived with their troops.
Gao Taiming led the Thirty-seven Wuman Villages, backed by Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake, to stalemate with the Song people.
Duan Zhengchun beheaded all the gates left by the Gao family in Yangyimei City in one go, hung their heads on the city gate, and let out a breath of bad breath.
But he gradually discovered that something was wrong. The Song people firmly controlled all military power, including the surrendered Dali soldiers.
None of the chief lords were allowed to meet with him. The only ones the Dali royal family could command now were the monks and soldiers of Chongsheng Temple.
Among the mountains, flags were fluttering, armors were like clouds, and swords were like forests. Duan Zhengchun wanted to lead his troops to rush out, rush into the valley, and kill Gao Mingtai and his 100,000 men from the 37th Wuman Village.
But Song Jiang remained motionless, just guarding Yangyime City, as if waiting for something.
He was waiting for the Song Dynasty's army. Several states and counties near Dali had a steady stream of soldiers entering Dali.
The Song people now have the right time, right place, and right people. The emperor is in their hands, and the city of Yangyime is in their hands. Lord Gao only controls the defense line around Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake, and will soon be in crisis due to lack of food.
The situation in Dali has actually been decided, only a matter of time remains.
When the recalcitrant lords were killed in the name of Duan Zhengchun and their blood was shed, Yang Lin's plan was successful.
Yunnan and Guizhou, which had been separated from the Central Plains Dynasty for hundreds of years, and the Jiaozhi area further south will be regained.
This is a long-term plan, and it will be worth the wait.
In the Dali Palace, it was quiet, and only the sound of candles popping could be heard. Duan Zhengming lowered his head and hid his expression in the shadow of the light. It took a long time before he heard him ask in a low voice: "It seems that people from the Song Dynasty
It’s no different from the Gao family, they just want us to be the puppet emperor.”
Duan Zhengchun's mouth was bitter and he said: "We are too naive. There is no humanity in the general situation of the world. Although Dali is small, it has fertile land, soldiers, and horses, and is connected to Tubo, Baiyue, and the sea. How could the Song Dynasty people cross the border without taking it?
It is for the benefit of our Duan family."
The old abbot of Chongsheng Temple, who was also the uncle of the two brothers, said with a somewhat hoarse voice: "For the current plan, we can either wait for the opportunity and seek to restore the country. Or we can be an obedient citizen of the Song Dynasty, or at worst, we can imitate the Qian family of the King of Wuyue.
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Duan Zhengming slapped the table and said: "The inheritance of our ancestors! If we leave it in our hands, how will our ancestors see us after death?"
Duan Zhengchun, the current emperor of Dali, sighed deeply in his heart, raised his head to face his brother and uncle, and said: "The rise and fall of honor and disgrace are all determined by God. Our Duan family has exhausted its strength by now."
These words seemed to have drained the last bit of strength from the last emperor, and his hands hung down helplessly. He could survive under the power of the Gao family, but he still had the hope of turning back, and he would not hesitate to give away his daughter.
Duan Zhengchun can be regarded as a hero because of his lurking minions and his secret plans and operations. Unfortunately, his fate is not good.
But facing the behemoth of the Song Dynasty, Duan Zhengchun was really desperate. The situation was now clear. All he could do was to charge into battle for the Song Dynasty, kill a few more dissatisfied tribes, and strive to live a good life in Bianliang in the future.
One o'clock day.
From this point of view, Duan Miaozhen, who visited Zhaodefang every night and returned home filled with wine, could also achieve this goal.
The bells in the palace rang in the middle of the night, the stars in Dali's night sky were bright, and the bright moon like a white jade plate hung high.
Wang Chaoli looked at the full moon, with his hands behind his back and a secret scroll beside him.
On it is written the various arrangements of Shaozai. Now they are all ready, and tomorrow they will start a killing spree in the southwest.
The violence of this incident can be expected to be bloody in the history books a hundred years or a thousand years later, which may still make people feel cold-blooded when reading about it.
"Shi'an, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Song Jiang wore a robe and walked out of the tent, and saw the giant Wang Chaoyue standing in front of him.
"Gongming, I'm thinking about how we will appear in the history books read aloud by our descendants after tomorrow."
Song Jiang chuckled and said: "Wang Shi'an, Wang Shi'an, a real man just wants to leave his name in history. His merits and demerits will be judged by future generations. Isn't that what we should care about when we make achievements?"