(As it's about four thousand words, it's a little late. PS: My favorite two writers. One is Tomcat, and the other is Chong Nan. Chong Nan has already published a book on Zongheng today. King of Eternal Eventide. It's really great! PS2: Tomcat, when are you coming to Zongheng? PS3: I'm just fantasizing … There's another chapter tonight.)
There were still pebbles constantly being thrown in from outside the fence. The pebbles grew in size as a few tall and stocky Beiliang youths joined the fray. Their strength was even greater, and this was no longer a joke. The Liyang soldiers serving in the Deputy Transport Commissioner's residence did not dare retaliate. All they did was glare angrily. Of course, they were not afraid of the young and stocky youths, but of the Beiliang behind them. Furthermore, the Deputy Commissioner, Gu Dacheng, had repeatedly ordered that no one in the residence was to provoke the locals. Those who violated the order would be stripped of their armor and official status. When a leader who looked like a commandant saw his subordinates being smashed into metal armor, causing a string of blinding sparks, he was probably a clay Bodhisattva. He secretly used his spear to pick up a pebble and threw it at the fence. Intentionally or unintentionally, the pebble smashed into a youth in green cotton. The youth failed to dodge in time and subconsciously closed his eyes. Just as his face was about to be smashed by the pebble, a handsome scion with two sabers hanging by his waist reached out to grab him. The youth opened his eyes and gave a bashful smile of gratitude. When the commandant saw the young scion, he treated him as an ordinary scion of a wealthy family and did not think much of it. However, when his gaze wandered and stopped at the waist of a short person beside the scion, his scalp tingled. It was a genuine Beiliang saber! In today's Beiliang, regardless of past merits, as long as one was not a soldier in the military, they were not allowed to carry a cold saber. No matter how many of the elders in your family were generals or who was the provincial governor or county chief, once they were discovered by the patrolling guards, they would all be arrested on the spot, whipped 50 times, and thrown into prison for three months to half a year. As a result, in the spring of the first year of Xiangfu, the prisons in Lingzhou were particularly lively. They were already packed with scions of various ranks, and each of them had their skin and flesh torn open. These scions who had bumped into the new provincial governor, Xu Beizhi, carried cold sabers in private and rode horses on the streets. However, these fellow sufferers were able to gather together in prison without hindrance. They relied on their connections to drink and eat meat, squatting in prison and chatting together. Their friendship was even better than before. The commandant under Gu Dacheng was too lazy to care about whether the situation in Beiliang was good or bad. However, if he offended a scion of a general who had the right to disregard the rules in Beiliang, he would be skinned alive by Gu Dacheng. If he also caused the vice transport commissioner's official residence to be implicated and caused the Beiliang cavalry to trample over the camp, how could he, a lowly commandant who only received a salary from Liyang, live?
However, the commandant was a little confused. With the temperament of the Beiliang barbarians, they actually did not intend to make a fuss over a minor issue? The grey-haired young master immediately turned and left. The daring short man with a cold blade also did not pursue the matter. The commandant, who had survived the disaster, hesitated for a moment and felt that it was necessary to inform Gu Dacheng in order to prevent him from settling accounts in the future. Gu Dacheng was an official who was easy to remember. No matter how extravagant he was, he was always skinny and skinny. He called himself Mr. A Bag of Rice and hung a red silk bag filled with rice around his waist all year round. It was said that before the Gu family prospered, Gu Heng relied on someone else to give him a bag of rice to survive. The old and young of the Gu family had been frightened to the bone by the turmoil of war and did not forget their roots even after they had achieved meteoric success. Both father and son pixiu had the habit of hanging a bag of rice around their necks. Among the large group of officials and grasshoppers on the Liyang transportation route, this had always been a joke during their leisure time. There was even a rumor that when Gu Heng entered the capital last year, he had specially paid a visit to Tantanon, who was already the head of the Hall of Governmental Affairs. Everyone thought that such a disreputable lower class third-rank official would not be able to cross the threshold of Old Master Huan. Unexpectedly, not only did Tantanon allow the great pixiu Gu to enter the door, he also left behind the bag of rice, saying that it was a coincidence that there was no rice at home to cook. From then on, the number of officials who made fun of Gu Heng, who was promoted to assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue the next day, decreased significantly. The joke also gradually became an elegant conversation. When the commandant reported the situation outside the fence, Gu Dacheng was sitting alone and sipping tea, listening to his trusted aide's detailed report. At first, Gu Dacheng did not pay too much attention, but he suddenly had an epiphany and asked in detail about the appearance of the young man with the double sabers. He did not even leave out the coachman. The commandant recounted it from memory, saying that the young man had gray hair, a slender figure, and had the eyebrows and eyes of a woman. As for the coachman, he was far away and could not be seen clearly. He could only say that he was about eight feet tall.
Gu Dacheng had a toothache on his face. His finger trembled as he pointed at the commandant. He scolded him for not being able to do anything right. He jumped off the small bed and ran out of the official residence without even putting on his boots. He was chased by the Vice Transport Commissioner to the group of people at the dock. However, Gu Dacheng suddenly stopped and hesitated. In the end, he did not walk out of the official residence. He did not exchange pleasantries with the new Prince Liang. Gu Dacheng tiptoed back to the residence and called for two old trusted aides. He asked them to quickly write a stamped letter to inform all the transport officials between Fei Shou and Xiang and Fan that they were going to move. However, it was not a big move. Instead, they were going to use the blockage of the major rivers and canals as an excuse to "try their best" to deploy a small number of transport ships to transport 30% of the previous year's grain. The two aides were puzzled, but Gu Dacheng wasn't in the mood to dispel their doubts. When he returned to the tearoom, the tea had already turned cold. Gu Dacheng sighed. Every family had their own problems. He knew his own abilities as an official, and he was good at making money. However, the imperial court had made so many dazzling moves in the past two years that he and his father could only see the flowers in the fog. Fortunately, his father went to the capital last time and relied on Old Master Huan. With Tantanon's guidance, Gu Dacheng was able to "inherit" the position of the Deputy Transport Commissioner. In addition to his father's promotion to nobility, the father and son, the son earned money in the local area while the father became a high-ranking official in the imperial court. Therefore, this time, the Gu family was determined to be the bad guys of the imperial court and clash head-on with the Beiliang. Gu Dacheng was equivalent to guarding Fei Shou City with a heart of death. This was all to repay Tantanon's kindness. However, Old Master Huan was still Old Master Huan after all. He even personally taught Gu Dacheng and gave the Gu family a protective talisman. That was, as long as the Hsu Fengnian himself didn't fly into a rage out of humiliation, he wouldn't be able to do anything. Only when this young vassal couldn't hold back and personally made a move, Gu Dacheng would have a countermeasure. Old Master Huan had already spoken to Xiang Fancheng, and when the time came, he could give the Beiliang 30% of the grain. Although Gu Da Cheng had followed Old Master Huan's instructions and used this protective talisman, he wasn't sure how Beiliang would react. In fact, Gu Da Cheng had been very uneasy the last time Chen Xiliang was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. Others didn't know how much Beiliang valued this poor scholar. When they had talked at the Huan Residence, Tantanon had mentioned several times that this person couldn't be underestimated and that it would be a good thing for him to be able to stand out a day later. Gu Da Cheng, who wasn't very old, thought of the difficult days he had spent in Fat Longevity City for the past half a year. He touched the bag of rice at his waist and smiled bitterly. "Old brother, wealth comes from danger. Now that the Gu Clan is rich and this mission is done, we can just obediently ask for money in the future. I won't deal with the Beiliang barbarians even if I'm beaten to death. Now, even the most unknown courtesan in Fat Longevity City isn't willing to take my money. I really have nowhere to spend my money. How miserable. "
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