This little boy servant of his was really petty.
When the strategist was working for Prince Changshou's camp, he came up with a plan to trick Huang Song. Huang Song was probably extremely resentful towards this black pot that fell from the sky. If Huang Song knew that it was his idea and that he was the one who instigated Prince Changshou, how could he not bear a grudge?
How was this going to seek refuge? It was clearly courting death.
Although it was a critical remark, there was a hint of joy and amusement in his tone. One could tell that he was not angry at the boy servant's pettiness.
The boy servant naturally understood his master's temper. He was even more certain that the other party would not be angry because of this and would even be eager to try.
He said, "Sir, your strategy is unparalleled. If that Huang something is really as good as you say, he won't blame you."
The strategist clicked his tongue and immediately entered the carriage. He leaned against the table and spoke lazily.
"Up to you."
The boy servant smiled and said, "Alright, let's go to Diyang District now."
Daily Pitting Master and Servant Against Each Other (1/1), Completed.
Nowadays, the world was unstable and the people's hearts were in chaos. The knowledgeable people in the world were not optimistic about the Dongqing royal family or Prince Changshou. No matter who won, they would not be able to restore light to this chaotic world. They also did not have the ability or magnanimity to set things right.
Since the fall of the Great Xia Dynasty, the world was divided into five countries. The five countries had been established for a short period of time. Those celebrities could not be said to be patriotic at all.
Since the world was muddy and unclear, a new world would be created and light would be restored!
In this world, there were countless people who chased after fame and profit. As long as there was profit to be made, there would naturally be no shortage of people who chased after it.
Some people wanted to support a wise ruler and leave his name in the annals of history, a good name that would last for ten thousand years.
This strategist was no exception.
Before Prince Changshou revealed his true nature, he indeed had the appearance of a wise ruler. To put it bluntly, he was good at acting. In addition, he was Prince Changshou of the Dongqing royal family. He had a fertile and vast fief and a strong army. He had a very strong capital to fight for the world.
However, he was not a patient person and his acting skills were not refined to perfection. It did not take long before he revealed all his flaws.
After seeing this person's true colors, the strategist did not want to assist such a terrible person.
A good bird chose a tree to rest in and a virtuous minister chose a master to serve.
If he could meet a suitable master, he would naturally do his best. If he met an unsuitable one, he would jump ship as soon as possible and find a suitable one.
However, since they had worked together for a while, the strategist did not want to go against his old master for the time being.
Under the setting sun, the carriage slowly drove toward Diyang District.
He wanted to see if this capable Huang Song was really capable and how broad-minded he was!
He cherished his life but liked to play with it. The boy servant knew his temperament very well. Otherwise, he would not have suggested that the two of them go to Diyang District.
The further north they went, the more refugees there were. Barren fields, starving people, dilapidated ruins … Everything impacted the duo's eyes. However, the strategist had seen many things, and he had a cold personality, so he did not reveal any complicated expressions.
On the other hand, the errand boy was still somewhat innocent and kind. When he saw the numb refugees or the crying children, he sighed with emotion.
However, he remembered his identity and did not give them any food or money. In fact, he did not even stay for long.
When one was outside and the world was so chaotic, kindness sometimes could not be exchanged for gratitude. It might even lead to killing intent.
For safety's sake, the errand boy used a skinny old horse to drive the carriage. He changed his clothes into old clothes with many patches, and the carriage that the strategist sat in was also changed into a dusty old carriage. However, the interior of the carriage was more comfortable and clean.
With such a combination, as long as they did not encounter refugees who were driven to a dead end, they would generally be fine.
The strategist merely raised his eyebrows at this arrangement and did not comment on it.
The errand boy took care of his daily life and had always been reliable and considerate. He washed, cooked, sewed, drove, repaired, and survived in the wild … As long as he had this little errand boy with him, he did not have to worry about his life being uncomfortable. Even if he was thrown on an uninhabited deserted island, he would still be able to live comfortably.
"Sir, in this current world, when do you think it will be peaceful?"
The errand boy was still in his twenties. His hair was tied up in a small bun. Coupled with his chubby little face, he looked even younger.
The strategist answered without raising his head, "I'm not a god. How would I know these things?"
The errand boy said, "But aren't you determined to assist a wise ruler to help the common people in the world? The person you chose should be able to do this. "
The strategist bought this errand boy from a starving refugee for only a dozen copper coins. It was originally just a moment of kindness, but he did not expect the errand boy to have a pure heart and was very grateful to others. The strategist simply raised him as a younger brother.
However, it seemed that he had raised him too much, causing the errand boy to have extra confidence and admiration for him.
"Who knows … Maybe a few years, maybe a few decades. Maybe when I'm in the coffin, the world will still be chaotic."
The carriage was pulled by an old horse, so it naturally could not be fast. They could only travel slowly.
After traveling for a few days, the master and servant ordered a big bowl of tea in a shabby teahouse. Some tea leaves floated on the muddy water, and the taste of the tea was quite touching. However, the strategist drank it without a frown. Instead, the errand boy complained that he had been wronged.
The master and servant dressed low-key, looking like a poor family.
While they were drinking tea, they heard someone talking about Fengyi County.
"… Have you heard that the damn Tsing Yi bastards in Fengyi County have been chased out …"
"Who is so powerful? I heard that even the county chief of Fengyi County wagged his tail at the Tsing Yi Army. Someone actually chased them out. "
"I heard that it's the district magistrate of Xiangyang County, called Liu Xi … I heard that Xiangyang County was once the territory of the Tsing Yi Army, but didn't the government make Liu Xi a district magistrate? Last year, he directly led his men to beat up the bastards in Xiangyang County and even incorporated them into his army … "
The north suffered from the torment of the Tsing Yi Army and the Red Lotus Group. Many people left their homes and fled to the south.
Although there was also a war in the south, they still cared about their reputation and would not be as reckless and violent as the two bandits.
Coincidentally, there were also refugees who escaped from Fengyi County in the teahouse. When they heard the news about their hometown, they could not help but ask.
"Then, what about Chengan District? I escaped from Chengan District. Were the Tsing Yi bastards there also beaten up? "
The person who told the news said, "They have already been beaten up. Chengan District has now been taken back by the district magistrate Liu Xi."
The commoner was overjoyed when he heard that, but he immediately hesitated.
It was not easy for him to escape from Chengan District. Who knew what would happen in the future?
If he went back rashly, he might even lose his life.
Someone saw through his thoughts and said, "Tsk, you're hesitating. I want to go there and find a job. Unfortunately, my wife and I don't allow it. They say it's a long journey and it would be bad if something happens to me on the way. They insist on stopping me from going … "
"Eh? Why? It's good to stay here … "
Although this place was poor, at least there was no war. At most, the place was a little remote and life was a little tough.
The person looked around and asked the people who heard the news, "Do you know what kind of place Xiangyang County is?"
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