Now, Sun Wen and Jiang Pengji were two grasshoppers on the same rope. He would only be happy if the other party was happy.
Putting all this aside, the tribes of the North borderline were still tribes after all.
If they were allowed to enter the Central Plains, the people would be plunged into misery and suffering, and the Han people would not be able to protect them.
Although there were people like Wu Liba who advocated Han literature in the North borderline, he was a minority. Most tribes in the North borderline were aggressive and destructive. Their destruction of civilization was far greater than their protection and development. Even Wu Liba only learned Han culture to understand the strengths and weaknesses of the Central Plains. He tried to use Han culture to invade the Central Plains and occupy the fertile land.
The history books had already given the answer to the consequences of letting the tribes of the North borderline invade the Central Plains.
Let's not talk about the past, let's talk about the recent history.
The four factions of Nanman and the three tribes of the North borderline were all different tribes. After the former conquered Nansheng, not even a blade of grass grew.
They slaughtered savagely, looted unreasonably, killed, humiliated, and committed all sorts of crimes.
The bloody invasion had already aroused resistance and disgust from the Han people of the Central Plains.
The four factions of Nanman were a lesson that must not be repeated in Dongqing!
Sun Wen lowered his eyelids, hiding the glint in his eyes and his deep thoughts.
Wei Ci told him what to do next, but did not tell him the detailed steps. He still had to plan everything himself.
"The King of the North borderline has nine sons. Which one should I choose?"
It was not difficult to choose. The difficult part was to make the nine princes fight evenly and ensure that they split the North borderline into several pieces.
"The eldest prince lost his mother at a young age. Although he is the eldest son, he is violent and licentious. He even has the hobby of beating Han slaves to death for fun."
Sun Wen wrote the word 'big' on the expensive Xuan paper and quickly drew a cross above the word 'big'.
If he encouraged Haruncha to assist the eldest prince, he would not do so even if he was a fool.
After all, the eldest prince was a pile of mud that could not be helped. Although he was wise and farsighted when he was young, he had been too stupid in recent years.
"The second prince is brave and good at fighting, but his mother's tribe is too powerful. If he assists him, I'm afraid it will backfire. It's not appropriate."
Sun Wen wrote the word "second" again, roughly listing the second prince's strengths and weaknesses, then crossed it out without hesitation.
"The Third Prince is quite close to Wu Liba, even shamelessly acknowledging him as his teacher and learning Han culture from him …"
Sun Wen pondered for a while. He had seen the Third Prince from afar. He looked gentle, but there was no lack of ambition between his brows. If he assisted this fellow, wouldn't he create a second troublesome Wu Liba and make things more difficult for his lord? Therefore, this fellow was also inappropriate.
"… The Fourth Prince was born to a female slave. His status was low and his bloodline was inferior. However, he was adopted by the Queen of the Northern Borderline who was unable to conceive him. His mother's family was powerful. However, the Empress's sister had given birth to the Sixth Prince, so the Fourth Prince would definitely be a stepping stone for the Sixth Prince … This could be considered. At the very least, he could instigate a fight between him and the Sixth Prince. We can think about it later. "
Sun Wen rejected three princes in a row, but he was barely interested in the fourth prince.
He continued to count down. The Fifth Prince and the Third Prince were biological brothers, but the two brothers were obviously not of one mind and were hindering each other behind their backs.
The Sixth Prince was the son of the current Empress's younger sister, and his status was the most distinguished among the nine princes.
In other words, apart from the Second Prince who held the military power, the Sixth Prince was the most likely to compete for the King of the Northern Borderline.
The Seventh Prince was very close to the Northern Borderline Trading Company. Because of his mother's tribe, he had a lot of dividends in the trading company and earned a lot of money.
The Seventh Prince was not a concern, because this fellow was very close to the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince.
Although they were not biological brothers, the Seventh Prince treated the Eighth Prince wholeheartedly. If he wanted money, he would give money, and if he wanted people, he would give them.
At present, it seemed that these two princes could be divided into the same camp.
As for the Ninth Prince, he and the Fourth Prince had the same mother, but he was not adopted by the Empress, so his status was very low.
Sun Wen simply analyzed the situation of the nine princes under the King of the Northern Borderline, and a general plan had already appeared in his mind.
To be on the safe side, he planned to use a scheme within a scheme.
On the surface, he supported the Fourth Prince, but behind the Ninth Prince, he would use the Fourth Prince to get rid of the other princes one by one, and then use the Ninth Prince to get rid of the Fourth Prince. As for how to get rid of the Northern Borderline princes, he needed to think carefully.
It was best to kill several birds with one stone. He would not directly kill a few Northern Borderline princes, but he could further stimulate the conflict between them and the King of the Northern Borderline.
At that time —
Hehe, then there will be a good show to watch.
Sun Wen's face was expressionless. He placed the expensive but already ruined rice paper on the candle and burned it, erasing all traces.
"Wei Zixiao, oh, Wei Zixiao. You must remember your promise. Only then can you live up to this old man's plan."
Sun Wen's entry into the industry was a little awkward.
If it had been earlier, he and his lord would have been able to nurture a friendship in times of adversity.
If it was a little later, it would be the icing on the cake.
Even if he couldn't make it to the top, Sun Wen didn't have much ambition. All he wanted was a place to stay.
It just had to be at this time of year.
The lord was preparing for battle in the north borderline. Although the chances of winning the former were quite high, it wasn't a hundred percent.
What if he lost?
His grandson was still in Wanzhou.
Sun Wen couldn't afford to gamble.
Therefore, he could only do his best and risk his life to help Jiang Pengji.
The image of his grandson's young and adorable face appeared in Sun Wen's mind. His cold and hard heart softened a little, but it soon became even harder and colder.
Beijiang must die!
While Sun Wen was stirring up trouble in the North borderline, Jiang Pengji and the others were eating melons in the military tent.
She was not eating watermelon. She was roasting sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes.
"Where has Uncle Gu been doing business all these years?"
Jiang Pengji followed the instructions of the viewers in the streaming room and threw the sweet potatoes into the fire. At the same time, she turned her head to ask Gu Xin, whose face was full of vicissitudes.
Gu Xin traveled north and south to do business. He often only replied to a letter once every six months. Jiang Pengji had no idea where he had gone.
Gu Xin smiled and said, "He went to Beiyuan, Xichang, and Shalan. The sweet potatoes were discovered at the border of Xichang, and the sweet potatoes were taken from Shalan. I asked the locals for advice and brought their seedlings all the way back with great difficulty. I just want you to have a taste. "
Wei Ci was silent and didn't speak.
In his previous life, when the Jiang dynasty was established, the country was strong and prosperous.
In order to please the emperor, the surrounding small countries always brought all kinds of things from their own countries.
The officials of the Jiang dynasty didn't want to be outdone.
The sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes were presented at that time.
However, these two small things almost caused a bloody massacre.
Sweet potatoes were grown at the border of Xichang. The locals chopped them up and fed them to pigs. No one had personally tasted them. In the eyes of the locals, they were not food for humans at all. They were only fit to be fed to livestock. In Shalan, sweet potatoes were also eaten by the poor. They were lowly food in the wild.
Yet these two lowly foods were served to the emperor's table as dishes for a state banquet. After she ate a few mouthfuls with relish, someone actually stood up and pointed out the truth. To this day, Wei Ci could still remember the silence in the hall. Everyone was sweating and trembling all over.
Who served the emperor's table food that only domestic pigs and untouchables ate?
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