surnamed Wang

Chapter 632 General Yan?
Three days later, Yan Guang led a team to complete the resettlement of the local people, and some houses that were less damaged were also repaired. As for the rest of the rest, it all depends on the local government.

This kind of thing happened dozens of times in the past six months. While they were trying to drive away the locust-like stragglers, they also had to fight against the Tabei frontal forces.

Running in two phases, it is inevitable to show fatigue. The most important thing is the lack of food and grass supplies. In the previous summer and autumn, it was okay to say, at least I could cope with it, but now it is winter, and the warm quilts have been missing for a long time. It seems that this Winter can be tough.

Going into battle to kill the enemy, it doesn't matter what the body is shrouded in horse leather. I'm afraid that instead of dying on the battlefield, he will be starved to death and frozen to death in the barracks.

Majia Village, which has just been looted, has been a village with simple folk customs since Yan Guang could remember. At that time, his grandfather led a team to station here. There were a few wounded soldiers in the team. The village head killed his own hen that laid eggs and stewed them for them. Soup.

These years, the imperial court has not paid their salaries in time, and the villagers of Majia Village have given out a small amount of rations to support them. They wanted to repay this kindness, but in the end they still had no time to repay it.

Yan Guang, who had walked more than ten miles, looked back again, and the village behind him had long been submerged in the mountains and rivers. After this winter, no matter the villagers, their guards, or the people in the whole north, they would all be reduced to being enslaved by foreign races. end.

The country that returned to the rule of the Central Plains will change hands again. As a descendant of the Yan family, he can still see this situation, but the people in the capital can't see it, and they are still immersed in their own calculations.

Even if the country is destroyed one day, those people will not be affected much, and some of them have already made their way in Tabei, and their positions will only be high at that time.

……

"General Yan, how many descendants of the Yan family are there?"

While thinking, a voice sounded beside him, and Yan Guang replied subconsciously:
"It's just me and my father."

After he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong, not to mention this kind of thing, he would know it after a little inquiring, the way of asking is just a bit strange.

Wang Gangquan also noticed that the other party looked strange, and then smiled and said:
"Don't blame the general. Mr. Zhao has been traveling in the rivers and lakes since he was more than ten years old. He once saw the majestic appearance of the old general Yan from a distance. He guessed that the Yan family should be prosperous."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Guang couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. His father was really ridiculous when he was young. Relying on the shade of his ancestors, he often lingered in the place of fireworks. It was only later that he repented and joined the army.

The "majestic appearance" this kid is talking about, shouldn't it be the scene when the father was on the girl in the brothel?

Seeing his appearance, Wang Gangquan knew that he had said something wrong again, so he continued with respectful eyes:

"Zhao still remembers the scene of the old general reviewing the three armies."

"Oh... You mean when my father participated in the review, he had been the leader of the gang all his life, and he was given the title of general without real power when he was old. This was given by the late emperor because he was a descendant of the Yan family.

My father was afraid of blood and death all his life. If it weren't for the care of his grandfather and his subordinates, he would have been dragged to the front line to kill him. "

"Forehead……"

Wang Bingquan never expected that he would flatter him for a long time. He didn't say anything when he missed it, and even touched a hand of horse manure. He smiled awkwardly and stopped making a sound. At this time, Yan Guang took advantage of the situation and said:

"Since brother Zhao admires my father so much, then follow me back to the barracks, and just go to the capital as well."

"Then Zhao will be disrespectful."

……

Wang Gangquan really wanted to know what turned the seven gourd brothers back then into a gourd seedling, but he had just revealed his secrets one after another, and he no longer dared to say unnecessary nonsense.

After a pause, Wang Bingquan went to the side of the careless Zhu Shen, and asked in a low voice:
"Brother Zhu, Zhao has been away from Beijing for too long. I don't know what the situation is now. I heard you say that the government is controlled by an eunuch. I don't know what he has done?"

"Oh, that's too much."

Mentioning this, Zhu Shen suddenly became energetic:
"The stray dog ​​is named Wei Jin Tang. When he was still an ordinary imperial father-in-law, he had already started to deceive his superiors and his subordinates to form a party for personal gain. After the new emperor ascended the throne, he served as the eunuch of Bingbi. When he became powerful, he corrupted the law and framed Zhongliang. I don't do anything close to it.

Now that half of the court is occupied by his people, the appointment and removal of official positions is no longer decided by the officials and His Majesty. What's even worse is that he has added an investigation factory to collect intelligence and arrest traitors in name, but in fact it is to help him eradicate dissidents.

Many ministers in the court wanted to impeach him to His Majesty, but they were imprisoned before the papers were handed out, and the people in the capital also suffered, but if they accidentally said bad things about him during the day, they would die violently at night at home. "

Zhu Shen gritted his teeth, as if he had some deep hatred with the other party, and it was true.

His grandfather was originally a servant of the Ministry of Officials. Because he didn't want to join forces with the Wei, Jin and Tang Dynasties, he was transferred from the capital and demoted again and again. He was the second place in the 36th year of Zhouli, and now he is a county magistrate in a remote village without even an official position. fishing.

Wang Gangquan's expression was calm from beginning to end, and he tried his best not to show a distorted smile. An eunuch who brought disaster to the country and the people is a character only found in history books.

When I was a prince, I killed two eunuchs, one was the head of the House of Internal Affairs, who was corrupt and perverted the law, and the other was a minister of rites and palm seal, and joined the rebellion.Maybe it scared a lot of people, so that no one dared to take half a step in the next few decades. Now that they have the opportunity, they can't have a good time.

"Brother Zhao, you seem to be very happy."

"Have it?"

Zhu Shen scratched his head, "Maybe I was wrong."

……

A group of people walked along the border, and saw a deep valley on the way, which was created by Wang Bingquan's sword. Looking at the uneven moat, he couldn't help sighing - no matter how much it is done, it is futile, but if there is an unsatisfactory queen People, the efforts of previous generations will be in vain.

Seeing his lost look, Zhu Shen thought he was lamenting that his skills were not as good as others, so he encouraged him:
"Brother Zhao has such sword skills at such a young age, it is not easy. Then Zhao Jianshen must be a true immortal who has attained the Dao, so that he can cut open the territory with one sword.

But Brother Zhao, don't be discouraged, it is said that in recent years someone has seen Zhao Jianshen traveling around, often doing chivalrous actions, if Brother Zhao is lucky enough to meet him, you might as well ask him to learn a few tricks from him. "

Wang Gangquan turned his head in surprise when he heard the words, "Has anyone seen Zhao Zhiyi?"

Zhu Shen nodded, "I also heard from others that his appearance and attire are the same as the clay sculptures in the temple, and there is only one style for each shot."

Wang Gingquan frowned, when Yan Guang's voice came from beside him:
"arrive."

Looking up, a large military camp appeared in front of him. It was evening at this moment, and the cooking smoke was faint, but there was not much oily smell. What smelled most was the aroma of porridge.

A middle-aged man walked out of the barracks upon hearing the sound, saw Yan Guang, grinned and said:
"Son, are you back?"

……

(End of this chapter)