The moment the battle started, Yang Jian immediately got on his Immortal Crane and flew away. He was watching the battle from a few hundred meters away. He saw Huang Taiji riding White Tiger and displaying his invincible might, and also saw Zhou Qingfeng driving his mecha around without fear. He was very glad that he didn't go up to them. Otherwise, he would have been crushed like an ant.
The battle stopped. Hwang Tae-gil rode the huge White Tiger and roared in the sky. Under the cold moonlight, although Yang Jian couldn't hear the voice from afar, he could still feel the anger and hatred in the voice. When Hwang Tae-gil left in a frenzy, he didn't see his master escape.
Gu Yuanwei's life was full of dangers and setbacks. Yang Jian knew that he had been in danger of death more than ten times. But every time, Gu Yuanwei was able to escape with his life and regroup. But this time … there was no movement from there.
Zhou Qingfeng talking to Gu Yuanwei, standing there in a daze, digging the grave, all of this was seen by Yang Jian. He got closer on his Immortal Crane and saw Zhou Qingfeng bury Gu Yuanwei's body.
After Zhou Qingfeng left on the triplane, Yang Jian landed in front of Gu Yuanwei's grave again. He stared at it for a long time. After a while, he shouted at the grave, "Master, that bastard is gone. You can come out now."
Gu Yuanwei was dead. His soul was destroyed by Zhou Qingfeng.
The grave was quiet …
Yang Jian couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes anymore. He knelt on the ground and cried. He was 70% afraid of Gu Yuanwei and 30% hated him. He was afraid that Gu Yuanwei was holding his life in his hands. He hated that Gu Yuanwei always ordered him around. But ever since he started learning, he had never left his master. Now, he hoped that Gu Yuanwei could come back to life and come back from the grave.
"Master, don't die. If you die, what will I do? I don't know how to live. Leave me a message, tell me where to go next. " Yang Jian knelt in front of the grave and patted the dirt on it. His mind was blank and he didn't know what to do. His voice was thin and weak, like a crying child.
She cried for an entire night.
At dawn the next day, Yang Jian crawled up like a soulless ghost. He rode on the red-crowned crane and flew in the sky. After flying for an unknown period of time, an evil wind suddenly blew in front of him. He looked up and saw Hwang Tae-gil riding on a white tiger. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was twisted.
Hwang Tae-gil had thought that with this auspicious white tiger, he would be invincible under the heavens. Who knew that he would meet the stronger of the strong, Zhou Qingfeng, on his first appearance. Not only did she suffer a big loss, but she also lost her own fortune. In the eyes of a Female Zhenren, a woman's status was extremely low. She had no right to make her own decisions and was completely a vassal of a man.
It wasn't a bad thing for his own woman to die, but it was a great shame for his own woman to be taken away. At this moment, Hwang Tae-gil was like a wounded beast, fierce and dangerous. He ran amok in the night and massacred two to three villages to vent his anger. Early in the morning, he met Yang Jian.
When he saw Yang Jian, Hwang Tae-gil was furious. He rushed over from the side, the anger in his heart made him scold loudly: "What did you two master and disciple do, where is Gu Yuanwei?"
"My master … is dead," Yang Jian answered blankly, he was not afraid nor did he hide, he just stared blankly at Hwang Tae-gil. "He was killed by Zhou Qingfeng, he won't be able to come back to life anymore."
Hwang Tae-gil was originally filled with anger, he wanted to scold and kill to vent his anger. But when he heard that Gu Yuanwei was dead, he calmed down in an instant and asked: "Dead?"
Yang Jian said blankly again: "Fourth Beilei, I couldn't protect the Great Fujin, I even lured Zhou Qingfeng here, and in the end, I caused master's death. If you want to beat me or kill me, do as you please. I don't want to live anyway. "
Gu Yuanwei had helped Hwang Tae-gil a lot, he helped him recruit many talents and solve many problems. If Gu Yuanwei was still alive, he would have to bear Hwang Tae-gil's anger. But now that he was dead, it made Hwang Tae-gil remember his kindness and began to reflect on his own mistakes.
"Mister Gu is actually dead," Hwang Tae-gil felt sour in his heart, he sighed: "This is my fault, I shouldn't have brought Zhe Zhe here. I should have known that leaving Zhe Zhe in Tianjin would cause trouble. Now I have harmed Zhe Zhe and Mister Gu. It's all my fault. "
Thinking that he had suffered a double loss this time, Hwang Tae-gil was very sad. He originally didn't like Yang Jian, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that Yang Jian was as pitiful as himself. "This isn't your fault, I underestimated that Zhou Qingfeng. I thought I had a fortuitous encounter, but I didn't expect others to have it too. Underestimating the enemy will bring retribution. "
The two of them wept and cried, almost hugging each other and crying. Because they were in the same boat, they became closer and returned north together. Hwang Tae-gil originally wanted to take revenge, but he had fought with Zhou Qingfeng and was a little afraid of that war machine with unparalleled strength. He was even more afraid of the other's lightning speed tracking ability.
If they met again, Hwang Tae-gil wasn't sure if he could escape.
Flying back to Shenyang in one day, Hwang Tae-gil was depressed and ashamed, he didn't dare to report to Nurhachi. He shut himself in his room for three days and three nights, and when he came out again, he seemed to have aged ten years. His face was expressionless, stiff and ashen, like a dead man, there was no longer any joy.
Hwang Tae-gil called a group of civil officials in his Beilei Mansion, mainly Han generals under his banner. When everyone arrived, he began to assign tasks and orders with a cold face. "Fan Wencheng, how many slaves do my Plain White Banner have?"
Fan Wencheng was currently a scribe in Hwang Tae-gil's library, the library was filled with Han scholars recruited by Hwang Tae-gil. A scribe didn't have an official title, it was equivalent to Hwang Tae-gil's secretary. Hearing Hwang Tae-gil's question, Fan Wencheng answered: "Currently, the Plain White Banner of the 4th Beilei mostly occupies the Liaoyang area, last month there were more than fifty thousand people."
The Liaoyang area had been evacuated by Zhou Qingfeng, it was sparsely populated, had no wealth, and had to face the Revolutionary Army's attack. The other Jurchen nobles looked down on Liaoyang, so it was thrown to Hwang Tae-gil by Nurhachi. The fifty thousand slaves of the Plain White Banner might seem like a lot, but compared to the other banners, which often had a hundred to two hundred thousand slaves, the Plain White Banner was the weakest.
"Give all the male slaves five mu of land, allow them to marry and build houses. According to the rules of the Great Jin, organize the Han army banners, one Niu Lu for every three hundred slaves, let them choose a Niu Lu to work together, "Hwang Tae-gil said as he looked at the manuscript in his hand. His words were somewhat messy and intermittent, but the meaning was clear.
Fan Wencheng memorized this order, but halfway through, he was greatly shocked. Incorporating Han slaves into the banners was tantamount to greatly raising the status of Han slaves. Hastily he knelt down and kowtowed, tears of gratitude flowed down his face, thanking his master for his grace. In his heart, he had already realized that by organizing the Han army banners, he would be able to change a large number of the originally captured officials of Liaodong into Niu Lu, this kind of power was really hard to come by.
"The Jurchen Zhishen must live in the same village as the Han people, eat grain together, feed animals together, and work together. Half of the income from farming will be paid as tax, the rest will belong to the slaves. Every twenty men, one will be a soldier, one will be a servant. Make good use of the fifty thousand people of my Plain White Banner, don't delay my business. "
Hwang Tae-gil talked a lot about reforming the internal affairs of the Plain White Banner. Because there were few Jurchen officials, a large number of affairs could only be handled by the Han people who had sought refuge with them. This kind of reform was tantamount to directly raising the status of a large number of scholars like Fan Wencheng, cultivating a class of officials and gentry.
While Fan Wencheng was feeling proud of himself, Hwang Tae-gil pulled Yang Jian out and said, "This is the grandson of my father Khan, he is also the descendant of our Great Jin's loyal minister. From today onwards, Yang Jian will be my secretary. If you have any problem, you can look for him. "
Hwang Tae-gil felt that Gu Yuanwei was willing to sacrifice his life for his cause, so as his disciple, Yang Jian must be trustworthy. Without waiting for Fan Wencheng and the others to express their astonishment at the sudden promotion of Yang Jian, Hwang Tae-gil gave another important task to Yang Jian. "Don't break off contact with Liu Fucheng, send more people to talk to him.
Our Great Jin wants heavy artillery, firearms, and business. Liaodong and Liaoxi are rich in natural resources, my several elder brothers are not good at this, we can do our best to take over this business and make a lot of profit. In addition, we must take out the money from the treasury and spend it. If the money is not spent, it is useless to keep it. As long as it is beneficial to our Great Jin, buy as much as you can, and do as much as you can. "
Hwang Tae-gil returned to Shenyang and held it in for three days to come up with a large number of reforms, many of which were similar to the 'revolutionary army', but they were not mechanically copied. His big reform immediately shocked the group of officials by his side. This was the result of the dignified Great Jin Fourth Beilei working hard and determined to avenge his humiliation.
Before the spirit of the policy reform was finished, a servant suddenly ran in from outside and reported in a low voice, "Master, the Great Khan is here."
The Great Khan was Nurhachi. He probably knew that his son went out for a trip but did not greet him, and that the Great Fujin he brought out was also missing, so Wild Boar Pi came to ask.
When Hwang Tae-gil heard that his father was here, his eyes actually turned red. He waved his hand to let everyone leave the room, then he tidied up his clothes and went out to welcome them. Yang Jian was Sun Efu, considered one of Wild Boar Pi's own people, so naturally he was qualified to go out to welcome them.
When he arrived outside the Fourth Beilei's mansion, Yang Jian found that Nurhachi had come with a large group of people. Not only did he come, but even Grand Concubine Abahai came. Looking at their posture, it was obvious that they heard some news and specially came to greet them.
When Nurhachi saw Hwang Tae-gil coming out to welcome them, he snorted coldly and walked into the main hall of the mansion. Only Hwang Tae-gil and Abahai followed him in, the others could only wait outside. The scandal of the Great Khan's family naturally could not be known by outsiders.
Yang Jian stood not far from the door. Without his master, he had no one to rely on, and he was not familiar with Fan Wencheng and the others, so he stood alone. Not long after, Hwang Tae-gil's sorrowful wails could be heard from the main hall. This wail was so mournful that it made those who heard it cry, and those who heard it feel sad. "Father, your son was bullied!"
This wail was so sorrowful, it was so sad!
Everyone outside the main hall heard it, and they were all shocked.
What followed was Nurhachi's angry cursing, "It's that brat Zhou Qingfeng again? Not only did he bully me, Grand Concubine, he even kidnapped my son's Fujin? This kind of villain is really despicable. "
The cursing was not loud, and people outside the main hall could not hear it from afar. The other Han officials were muttering about Hwang Tae-gil's wails, only Yang Jian was nearby, and with his cultivation, he heard Nurhachi's angry slip of the tongue. Hearing this, Yang Jian sighed and shook his head, he couldn't help but say softly, "Sigh … this pitiful father and son, they couldn't even protect their Fujin."
Before Yang Jian could finish his sentence, a cold voice rang out from behind him.
"What did you say?!"
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