Hsu Fengnian waved his hand. He did not comment on Yu Rourou's strategy and signaled Zhou Junchen to continue. The latter, who was full of evil tricks, drank wine to moisten his throat. His face was flushed red. It was obvious that he was in a good mood. "If we only use the Beiliang cavalry to crush the three towns, the refugees will definitely not be able to defeat them. They can hide in the Western Regions or even Beimang. If they scatter like birds and beasts, then they will ruin His Highness's grand plan. If they were forced into a corner by the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry, there would definitely be people who would defect to the Northern Mang's Southern Dynasty in a fit of anger. I heard that in the Western Capital of the Southern Dynasty, there were indeed some important people who wanted to recruit the refugees for their own use. However, many of the policies to pacify the people were all bark and no bite. Presumably, they were obstructed by the Western Capital. Moreover, even though the refugees were poor, they were not stupid. They were afraid that the Northern Mang had ill intentions. Once they boarded the Southern Dynasty's pirate ship, they would be ordered to fight to the death with the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry. Compared to Zhou Junchen, the refugees in the Southern Dynasty had a bellyful of evil tricks. Internal strife, the ability to harm one's own people. These people who joined the Northern Mang's Slaves of Two Surnames are all carrying the experience slowly accumulated by generations of old ancestors for hundreds and thousands of years. Aren't the history books tirelessly teaching the scholars of the younger generation how to kill without shedding blood? "
Hsu Fengnian had a new level of respect for him. He smiled pleasantly and said, "Don't be sentimental. Let's talk about serious matters."
Zhou Junchen quickly nodded like a chicken pecking rice. He said, "Zhou Junchen has a plan. There are four words: divide and conquer. There are two types of division. The first type is territorial. Excluding this dog fart Qing Cang King, then Your Highness can promise that the other three armies will continue to be local emperors. However, they will have to submit to the Beiliang nominally. Your Highness can add a new province to the refugees' land. This will give you the titles of Provincial Governor and General. Cai Anshan will definitely scoff at this, but it doesn't matter. Ma Liuke, who only cares about his own happiness and doesn't care about the lives of others, may be tempted. Moreover, Cai Anshan is not tactful and doesn't appreciate the kindness. It is possible that his subordinates will be tempted. In this way, the two towns' refugees will more or less have their own ulterior motives. In any case, if they defected to the Beiliang, when the time comes and they really have to fight to the death on the battlefield, it will be the soldiers under their command, not the officials. However, this matter still needs to be told by Your Highness personally. The second type of division and conquer is targeted at the refugees themselves. Some of them are abandoned soldiers who committed serious crimes in the Beiliang army. These people will be pardoned. There are also some people who are from the tyrannical families in Beiliang in the recent ten years who were driven here. Your Highness can restore their family property in Beiliang. If they have official titles, you can just return them. If you think too highly of them, you can reduce their family property by half and reduce their official titles. As for the earliest batch of refugees and locals, the people who surrounded them did not change their nature and were the largest in number. However, it was not necessarily true that they were impenetrable. Their ancestral businesses and ancestral graves were all within the borders of Northern Liang, so they were allowed to return to their hometowns to worship their ancestors. After witnessing the prosperity of their hometowns in Northern Liang, some of them would eventually be willing to return to their hometowns and return to their hometowns. There were also some desperadoes who had nowhere to escape and could only seek refuge in the land of refugees. Some of them were Jianghu people of the Central Plains, and some were descendants of officials who hated the Liyang imperial court to the core. These people were even easier to deal with. As long as the Prince issued an order to open the gates of Northern Liang for them, they would be the most willing to leave the land of refugees. There is one more thing that I have to be bold to say. Your Highness has great ambitions and no one can match you. Therefore, Beiliang will definitely be able to take in the hundreds of thousands of refugees. However, your table manners will have to be better. How can you do that? Once the sinners from the three towns are recruited, for example, they will not be in a rush to join the border army and instead be sent to the relatively stable Lingzhou. However, their salary can be very low, much lower than the border army and even the Lingzhou army. Once they have integrated into Beiliang, they are originally people who can't stand loneliness and most of them don't have anything to worry about. At that time, they will probably start thinking about going to the border to obtain military merits. Heh, I've gone too far. Prince, please don't blame me. This lowly one will speak a bit more closely. If you want to succeed by dividing and ruling, it is nothing more than the method of combining kindness and might that all those in power since the ancient times are fond of using. This lowly one has already said that giving an official's hat, giving a starving person a mouthful of food, and removing a criminal's name is all prince's great kindness and benevolence. In order to establish prestige, the prince doesn't necessarily need to personally take action like today. The young prince only needs to bring several thousand Dragon-Elephant Cavalry with him. The young prince has already made an illustrious name for himself, an unrivalled general who can kill Northern Mang's elite soldiers like cutting rice. With the prince's grace at the front and the young prince's cavalry trailing behind, even if their bones are tough, they aren't as tough as the refugees, so they can only go with the flow and surrender. In any case, losing to this kind of hero isn't shameful at all, right? As for the remaining stubborn people, if they want to die, then they can go and die. From the 300,000 Beimang Cavalry that the old prince handed over to you, who would be so careless to kill? "
Yu Rourou quietly curved her eyebrows. She was carefully observing the young vassal king's expression at all times. It seemed that her husband's' nonsense 'was not able to keep his position as the ruler of Qing Cang, but at the very least, he didn't fall into a worse situation.
Hsu Fengnian smiled, "You and a certain person's strategy of governing the refugees coincides a bit. You have about 50 to 60% of his skill. However, I have never been to the land of the refugees. I am different from you. "
Zhou Junchen subconsciously bent his waist even though he was sitting. He said with a flattering expression, "This little one is just making things up. I don't dare to compare myself to the expert beside your Highness. If there is a 10 to 20% similarity, then it is like stepping on dog shit."
Hsu Fengnian stood up. Zhou Junchen quickly followed.
Hsu Fengnian said, "Zhou Junchen, I will give you two choices. Either you stay in Qing Cang City and assist that person, or you go to Lingzhou and become the governor of Feique County. However, I feel that it is safer for you to choose the latter. With your backbone, when you encounter a life and death situation in the future, you will definitely become a Beiliang traitor. At that time, I will definitely want you to die. A person like you can barely be considered a capable official if you become a peace official. Beiliang lacks officials, but we don't need honest and upright officials who do nothing. When the time comes, you can be greedy. I don't mind, but you must remember not to delay your work for the people of Beiliang. Greedy officials, greedy for more and greedy for less. They only have one mouth and two hands, how much can they eat and take? Moreover, the truly valuable things can't be brought to the coffin. The rich family property is there for display. If you really want to use this as an example, the military power of Beiliang's border can be raised to another level. However, the Xu family is not at the end of the line yet. "
Zhou Junchen and Yu Rourou, who had knelt down to express their gratitude, looked at each other. They could see the fear in each other's eyes.
Hsu Fengnian said indifferently, "Both of you, get up. You can probably stay in Qing Cang for another month or so."
Zhou Junchen and Yu Rourou got up and stood side by side. Hsu Fengnian suddenly smiled at Yu Rourou and said, "I have given Zhou Junchen the position of governor. I don't have anything to give you. Your situation has been written in Beiliang's spy reports. At the very least, as long as you are unwilling, no one will be able to make you take off your clothes in the future. If there is, and Zhou Junchen shamelessly agrees, come to Mount Qing Liang. I will help you stop them. "
After Hsu Fengnian left, a loud slap sounded from behind him. Then, there was a burst of crying. Some were from Yu Rourou, and some were from Zhou Junchen.
Hsu Fengnian walked out of the north gate of the Residence of Dragon King, which was equivalent to leaving the city. In the north of the city, there was a small lake whose water reached his knees. He squatted by the lake, grabbed a handful of sand, and gently threw it into the lake. He was lost in thought.
Actually, according to Chen Xiliang's original plan, the first thing he wanted to do was to use 20,000 cavalrymen to bathe Qing Cang City in blood. He wanted to kill everyone around Qing Cang City. Only then would he talk about the favor.
Ma Liuke's soldier monks were actually a deal between Hsu Fengnian and the Six-pearl Bodhisattva of Mount Lantuo. Of course, Ma Liuke did not know the inside story. If the female Dharmaraja of the Esoteric Sect wanted to be the master of Mount Lantuo, she would have to join forces with the Xu family of Beiliang. Hsu Fengnian would then use this opportunity to control the vast area of the Western Region. Of course, there was also an urgent need, which was to form a military situation that would suppress hundreds of thousands of refugees from east to west. Then, he would send tens of thousands of light cavalrymen to the north and south borders to prevent the refugees from escaping. In fact, the refugees in this huge pocket would either surrender or die. Beimang's Southern Dynasty deliberately spread rumors that Xu Xiao's last words were to bury the refugees with him before his death. Before Li Yishan died, he left behind a simple and comprehensive brocade pouch. Chen Xiliang's vicious strategy happened to coincide with it.
However, in Hsu Fengnian, he knew that his master felt guilty towards these refugees who lost their homes because of him. It was just that he never said it out loud. Instead, he wrote it down on the tip of his pen.
His master died without a grave and his ashes were scattered at the border.
When one was born, one had someone to rely on when one was old, and one had someone to bury when one died.
These were the three blessings of life that the withered man mentioned.
The hundreds of thousands of refugees on this piece of land did not seem to be able to enjoy any of them.
Li Yishan, who wrote the twenty year history of the refugees, "Records of Knowing Autumn", called himself Water Margin Mountain Ghost in his old age.
Water Margin, in the wilderness.
Wild ghosts by the water.
Maybe it was because in his master's view, he was not the same as Zhao Changling who brought thousands of servants to join the Xu family. He was not the same as Chun Qiu Yang who wanted to conquer the world. He, Li Yishan, had never walked into a temple, had never knelt before anyone. In the end, he was just like these homeless refugees, a wandering soul by Tidelistening Lake, a wild ghost on Clear Cold Mountain.
Hsu Fengnian leaned back and closed his eyes. He lay on the yellow sand, his hands behind his head.
After eating Master Liu Hao's purple lightning, he ate Qilin Spiritual Master Yuan Qingshan's steamed bun.
He was a bit full.
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