Between the various mountains, there are some valleys that are relatively low-lying and flat, such as the Huilong Valley where soldiers were hidden before the Chuanqing people.
But in some valleys, there is so much miasma that even seedlings are unwilling to stay.
It was already the end of June (lunar calendar), and it shouldn’t be too hot in the mountains of Guizhou, but the deeper into the valley, the hotter and humid became more and more unbearable. There were so many mosquitoes that it was frightening, and Song Ling’er’s face and hands were all bitten red.
pimple.
Wang Yuan and the others only dared to walk along the middle of the mountain, and they had to chop the thorns with their swords before they could open a feasible passage. It would probably take more than a month to walk at this speed.
It's approaching evening.
Everyone created a clearing, cut bamboo to build a shack, and covered the roof with thatch to cope with possible rains at night. They then made simple fences to guard against wild beasts, cut grass and vines, and burned them with thick smoke to drive away as many snakes, insects, and rats as possible.
ant.
This is a must-have preparation every day when traveling in the mountains of Guizhou in summer.
Thunder and rain may occur at any time, wild animals may be encountered at any time, and mosquitoes can annoy people to death.
After building the shack, it was getting dark. Li Ying was so tired that he lay down directly with grass in his mouth and sighed: "I heard that the Central Plains is full of flat land, and you can ride horses for days and nights. I really want to see it."
The terrain in Guizhou is really difficult.”
Wang Yuan stood on the mountainside, looked at the valley below, and said with a smile: "If I were the leader of the Song family, I would gather tens of thousands of people to clear and reclaim these valleys. Even if it costs thousands of lives and injuries, I will turn the valleys into fertile farmland.
You see, the mountain springs gather together and the streams flow all year round. There is no shortage of water sources at all, and they are all good places to grow food!"
Song Ling'er scratched the red bumps and asked doubtfully: "Is it really possible to cultivate fertile land?"
"As long as one generation works hard, these valleys will become fertile farmland!" Wang Yuan said with certainty.
Song Ling'er was very happy, but then lost: "It's a pity that I am not a man and cannot inherit the position of chieftain, otherwise I will definitely use the method you said."
Uncle Wu Wu took off his boots and rubbed his feet. The stinky smell filled the sky, and he said with a smile: "Wang Erlang, if the court lets you be the chief envoy of Guizhou, maybe it will really change Guizhou. You have an idea, and you have the courage to take responsibility.
I will definitely be able to become a high official in the DPRK in the future."
"I just said casually," Wang Yuan sat down cross-legged, took off his shoes and rubbed his feet, "According to the rules of serving as an official in a different place, I can't return to Guizhou to serve as an official if I am the chief envoy of any province."
"It would be better not to come back," Li Ying said with a smile. "Being an official in Guizhou is too frustrating, and there is not much money to make."
Song Ling'er didn't know when she had taken off her shoes, and suddenly she said with a sad face: "I said my feet hurt, and I got a lot of blisters."
Wang Yuan drew the knife and burned it on the smoky bonfire. He estimated that it had been sterilized by high temperature, so he held Song Ling'er's ankle and said, "Don't move, I will help you break it."
"Oh." Song Linger sat there obediently. Although Wang Yuan only held her feet, she felt her whole body was heating up.
"Hush!"
One of the spies suddenly whistled, and the others burst into laughter.
Song Ling'er blushed, picked up the whip and said, "Why are you laughing? No one is allowed to laugh!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Everyone laughed louder.
Song Ling'er didn't like these cowards, so she turned her back to them and peeked at Wang Yuan out of the corner of her eye.
After Wang Yuan popped all the blisters, he took out the herbs he picked along the way, chewed them in his mouth for a while, and applied them all on the soles of Song Ling'er's feet. He tore off the strips of cloth and bandaged them for her, patted her insteps and said, "Okay, rest.
After one night, you should be able to walk tomorrow morning."
"Thank you." Song Ling'er took her feet back, feeling sweet in her heart.
After chatting and joking for a while, several men got up to feed the horses and donkeys, and fortunately they served these animals to drink water.
There are also things to pay attention to when fetching water. If you can find a mountain spring, try to find it. If you can't find it, use flowing stream water. You must not drink the pond water in the depression. It is 100% sure that there are some bacteria and parasites in it.
Uncle Wu and another officer spontaneously wrapped themselves in blankets and stood guard, mainly to guard against wild beasts and seedlings growing in the mountains.
Wang Yuan took out the blanket from the package and threw it to Song Ling'er, and asked: "Are you going back to the city or to Longgang Mountain?"
"What about you?" Song Ling'er asked.
"Let's go to Longgang Mountain first." Wang Yuan said.
Song Ling'er smiled and said, "Then I'll go with you."
Li Ying suddenly said: "Uncle Wu and I are returning to the city. By the way, Wang Erlang, what plan do you have in mind to exempt Ambassador Song Xuan from the death penalty?"
"Yes, what can you do?" Song Ling'er asked.
Even Uncle Wu's officers and soldiers quietly pricked up their ears.
Wang Yuan no longer remained secretive: "Isn't An Guirong pretending to be ill? Well, let's release the news and say that the Miao rebellion was supported by the An family. As long as the news spreads widely enough, An Guirong wants to prove his innocence.
It’s difficult even if he doesn’t send troops. If he doesn’t send troops, he will just confirm the rumors. If he sends troops, it means he has a guilty conscience, but he will still keep the rumors true.”
"Wonderful," Li Ying clapped his hands and praised, "When the yellow mud falls into his crotch, it's not just shit but shit. Moreover, everyone from the governor to the guardhouse, and even the Song family will definitely help spread the news, and it can be done in two or three days
Make the fuss known to everyone, and use this to force An Guirong to send troops quickly!"
Song Ling'er asked in confusion: "What does this have to do with my father avoiding death?"
Wang Yuan explained with a smile: "When the rebels are put down and the charges are judged, your father can take the initiative to write to the court, saying that he deserves death, but the rebels were instigated by the An family. Then he will offer horses to the court and take the initiative to give up half of the territory.
, please ask the imperial court to change its status quo. With the imperial court's face and its steps, your father will definitely be exempted from the death penalty."
"That's good." Song Ling'er became happy.
Wang Yuan added: "If the imperial court and the officials in Guizhou are not stupid, they will definitely do everything possible to protect the Song family, so as to prevent the An family from becoming dominant. When the time comes, Guizhou officials jointly submit a letter, and the imperial court will follow suit, and the Song family will be able to retain at least three members of the family.
Two-thirds of the territory.”
Song Ling'er was even more joyful and said with a smile: "After the bandits withdraw from the siege, I will tell my father your plan. He will definitely like it and have a good impression of you. Maybe..."
Maybe I will recruit you as my son-in-law - Song Ling'er is embarrassed to say this.
Wang Yuan's strategy took all aspects into consideration.
First, save Song Ran's life and most of the Song family's territory.
Second, attack the An family. Regardless of whether An Guirong supported the rebels or not, the court bosses and Guizhou Han officials will convict him of this crime.
Third, change the land and return it to Liu. Take the opportunity to transfer the territory of the Song family and the An family around Guizhou City to Chengfan Prefecture, change Chengfan Prefecture to Guiyang Prefecture, and bring the surrounding areas of Guiyang under the jurisdiction of the imperial court. You can even take the opportunity.
Upgrade the Pingyue Military and Civilian Department to the Pingyue Military and Civilian Administration, allowing the actual control scope of the Guizhou Chief Secretary to extend to the border with Huguang.
Fourth, the Wang family took advantage of the opportunity to please the Han officials and the Song family at the same time, and gave Wang Meng a Zhazuo chieftain as a pawn.
The only worry is that An Guirong might be forced to rebel.
Therefore, the Governor of Guizhou must reach an agreement with the court in advance and get these things done quickly before the troops from other provinces have withdrawn!
However, with An Guirong's character, he will definitely not rebel. Because he is too scheming. A person who thinks too much will inevitably look forward and backward, and has countless tricks but dare not risk his life.
This guy would probably bribe the guarding eunuch, bribe Liu Jin with a lot of money, and use the power of the eunuch to disrupt the situation.
Anyway, Wang Yuan was just making suggestions. He had no ability to interfere in the struggle between the cabinet and the eunuchs. Whether he could succeed or not depended entirely on God's will. Wang Yuan knew that Liu Jin would fall, but he didn't know when. His historical knowledge was too lacking.
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Li Ying sat there, thinking more and more wonderfully, and while amazed, he even wanted to split open Wang Yuan's head to study the brain structure.
Although Uncle Wu didn't fully understand the mystery of this plan, he also understood that An Guirong was going to be tricked. He thought to himself: "Scholars are full of bad ideas. Each method they come up with is more sinister than the last, and they can kill people without blood. This Wang Erlang
, you must not offend him from now on, otherwise you won’t even know how you died.”
Song Ling'er was in a good mood, rolled up to Wang Yuan wrapped in a blanket, and leaned against him to laugh and relieve his boredom: "Hey, can you sing folk songs?"
"No." Wang Yuan said.
Song Ling'er smiled and said, "Let me teach you a song. The Zhong family often sings it on June 6th."
June 6 is a small year for the Zhong family, as well as the Harvest Festival and Valentine's Day.
Wang Yuan was also exhausted, so he closed his eyes and took a nap and said: "Sing."
Song Ling'er was used to holding swords and arrows, and sang folk songs in various tunes: "In June, I will brew rice wine and make it for my brother to drink. Brother, brother, it doesn't matter which slope you go to. As long as my sister has her heart,
You have to drink even if you don’t want to..."
"Huhuhu..."
Wang Yuan had been chopping thorns and clearing the way all day long. At this moment, the folk song turned into a lullaby, and he fell into a deep sleep after hearing a few words.