Chapter 751: Leave one person alone. The people in the granary divided the food and beheaded people. The people were not only happy but also frightened. Only at this time did they truly understand what it means to keep one's word and how to use food and knives. Reasoning with them is that I have no other requirements for you, just listen to me. People who were beheaded were treated differently. Those soldiers who fought to the end were given a generous burial by Fang Jie, and then a very generous pension was distributed to each family. While this may not appease the grief and anger of the bereaved family, it is what should be done. As for the corpses of those scoundrels, they were all taken to a random ravine outside the city and dumped there to be eaten by wild beasts. By the time Fang Jie attacks the city next time, perhaps no one will think that breaking the city is an opportunity to make a fortune. "General!" When Fang Jie was halfway back to the city lord's palace, Nie Xiaoju came over quickly: "Fu Zhengnan left. He only took his family with him. He left the city at dawn." He handed over the things in his hand. To Fang Jie: "There are two letters left." Fang Jie took the envelope and looked at it. The first one was for him, but the second envelope was written for Zhu Zhitian, the lord of Fengping City. Fang Jie opened the envelope and looked at it, then couldn't help but smile. The letter to him didn¡¯t say anything, not even a thank you. The general idea was that Fu Zhengnan himself found it strange why he didn't feel any resentment after losing to Fang Jie. He told Fang Jie that there was a group of foreigners in Dali City with many firearms, and in order to deal with him, Murong Shai recruited a large number of Jianghu people, including many great practitioners. He said that although he didn't have a good impression of Fang Jie, he felt it was a pity that someone like Fang Jie died, so he warned him to be more careful. Murong Shai is a vicious and cunning person, so it's better not to take him lightly. He mentioned that the letter he gave to Zhu Zhitian was to persuade Zhu Zhitian. He and Zhu Zhitian were not close friends but they still had some friendship. He hoped that if Zhu Zhitian surrendered, Fang Jie would be able to give Zhu Zhitian's family a good home. Fang Jie looked at the letter to Zhu Zhitian but did not open it. "Is Dugu Wenxiu arriving soon?" he suddenly asked. Nie Xiaoju thought for a while and said: "I asked the people at Xiao Riding School yesterday that Dugu should have arrived in Yongzhou, and he will be able to catch up with the army in six or seven days at most." Fang Jie said with a hum: "I can't wait for him, go and ask him If any civil servant in the army can imitate other people's handwriting, please come to see me. In addition, I ordered the Feibao Army, the Flying Lion Army and Qin Yuan's infantry to withdraw from the city, leaving only Chen Dingnan's troops in the city. The troops who left were still in a siege posture, blocking the surrounding roads and not allowing anyone to go towards Fengping. "Nie Xiaoju was puzzled: "General, why are you lying?" Fang Jie dropped the word. Returned to the city lord's mansion to rest. According to his instructions, the Black Flag Army troops, who had only entered the city for less than a day, withdrew from the city and continued to form formations in the north of the city, as if they were about to attack the city at any time. He went back to sleep for half a day. After getting up, he and Mu Xiaoyao had a bath and had some food. The civil servants Nie Xiaoju had found were already waiting outside, a dozen of them. Fang Jie took out the letter Fu Zhengnan left for him and asked the civil servants to read it: "Imitate Fu Zhengnan's handwriting and write it a few times. If it doesn't look like it, just write it a few times. If you think it's similar enough, just bring it to me." Let me see." The civil servants didn't know what the general was going to do, but they immediately followed the instructions. No one dared to ask anything. For a time, more than a dozen people in the room were sitting upright, holding pens and writing rustlingly. After half an hour, someone stood up with a copy of the letter and handed it to Fang Jie. Fang Jie looked at it carefully and shook his head slightly, indicating that the person could leave. "General, I think this person has already imitated him very closely, right?" Qilin, who was standing beside him, asked in a low voice. "They are very similar, but only at first glance, there are subtle differences between the strokes. Where does this person work?" "In the supply camp, he is doing accounting." "I am too eager to express myself. " Fang Jie shook his head: "This person cannot be reused. Write down his name and remind me of it during future employment assessments. He was the first to get up and show it to me, not because he was confident, but because he was afraid that he would fall behind. Behind others" Fang Jie pointed, there was a word wrong on the copy of the letter. He was obviously in a hurry and didn't even sort out and check it himself. "I am eager for quick success and quick profit, lest I fall behind others. This person's personality is not even suitable for accounting. I will arrange for him to work for Wei Xiting later and let Wei Xiting find a job for him." Qilin couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, thinking to himself why he couldn't Can't you see so many things? But after thinking about it, what the general said did make sense. This person should be eager to express himself,?Others are the first to turn in and steal the limelight. People with this kind of personality are really not suitable for accounting in the supply camp. After another half an hour, people handed in imitated letters one after another. Fang Jiezi looked at them carefully for a long time and chose the three people who looked the most like them. "Re-prepare the paper, pen and ink. You need to use the things in Fu Zhengnan's study." After the three people were ready, Fang Jie ordered: "Let me tell you to write, and you can't make a mistake in every word. No need to stroke one stroke at a time. It is better to deliberately pursue neatness, and it is better to be a little hasty and messy." Then he started to say that the three people started to write, and everyone was very nervous. When they heard that Qilin and the others finally understood what the general was going to do, they couldn't help but praise him from the bottom of their hearts. After the three people wrote several times, Fang Jie picked out the most similar letter and folded it directly without putting it in an envelope. He handed it to Chen Xiaoru: "Send a capable man to wear the uniform of Fu Zhengnan's personal soldier." Wear clothes and clothes, choose a horse from Fu Zhengnan's defeated army and rush to Fengping, hand the letter to Zhu Zhitian, keep it close to your body, and rush over as quickly as possible. Don't worry about whether the letter is wet with sweat. "Okay." "Here" Chen Xiaoru responded and quickly ordered people to do it. "Go and invite all the Knight Riding Schools who were lurking in Qingyuan City. I want to treat them to a drink. Yesterday, I asked you to ask where their homes are. Can you ask them?" "I have already asked them clearly!" "Send someone, every time Each household was given a thousand taels of silver, ten pieces of brocade, and each household was given a hundred acres of land. Fang Jie said calmly: "If you have merit, you will be rewarded heavily." Yangtze River Changfeng Town Ferry The carriage stopped a few hundred meters away from the ferry. The old man driving the carriage jumped out, pulled up the bamboo hat he was wearing, and looked towards the ferry. Perhaps because of the war, there were very few people at the ferry. There was a row of ferries on the riverside waiting for work. It seemed very orderly. After the first boat left the shore, the second boat would go over and stop at the pier. The boat returning from the south bank consciously queues to the end. There was no rush for customers. On the idle ferry, a few fishermen gathered together to chat. On the other side of the trestle, there was a large group of people who seemed to be waiting to cross the river and were bargaining with the boatman. It looked like a prominent family, with a family of a hundred or so people. There are no official boats at the ferry, only small boats. If these people want to cross the river, it will take at least four or five boats to cross. Because of the fierce battle between the imperial army and Luo Tu's rebels, Luo Tu took all the big ships along the coast to the south of the Yangtze River after his defeat, and the official ferries were probably also robbed. But even though the war is still going on, the people along the coast still need to eat, so the ferry boatmen are still picking up work. It¡¯s really impressive that order can be so good in a chaotic world. "The carriage has to stay in the north of the Yangtze River. There are no big boats. We can't cross the river directly. We have to charter a boat and go upstream until we reach the intersection of Huangniu River and Yangtze River and then go south. I don't know if anyone is willing to pick up such a long distance." Said to the carriage. A beautiful hand stretched out from the carriage, with slender and white fingers, and a jade plaque in the palm of the hand. "This is the only thing I brought out. It should be worth a lot of money. If exchanged, it would be enough for a family for ten years. It should be enough." The speaker was Yang Qinyan, the eldest princess of the Sui Dynasty. The old man was Yan Qing, the instructor of the Yanwu Academy. He looked at the jade plaque: "Gold in troubled times, treasures in prosperous times. The boatman doesn't know the goods." He asked: "Boy named Xie, I don't believe you don't have any silver with you either. "The young man who was reading a book in the carriage smiled and handed out the package beside him: "I am from the Xie family. I am short of everything but money. The money in this package is enough to buy all the ferries at this ferry. Buy them all. If you want, you can hire one for us to ride on, and you can also hire ten more for fun." "Are you showing off?" Yan Qing rolled his eyes at the carriage and took the package in a very heavy hand. Apparently there are quite a few. He walked towards the ferry, and before he could ask if anyone was willing to take on a big job, he saw a young man riding an old scalper coming towards him in the distance. This young man was dark and ugly, and his hands were There was a bamboo pole in it, and a large piece of fresh meat hung on the bamboo pole. ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ The faces of the few people sitting on the boat were not good-looking. Yang Qinyan looked at them and opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. The young woman with white eyes was sitting closest to her. She seemed to be the calmest among the others, but Yang Qinyan could see clearly that the young woman with white eyesHis hands were trembling slightly. Those are a pair of hands that can collapse a solid stone bridge. Yang Qinyan has no doubt about the power of these hands because she has witnessed it with her own eyes. The old man Yan Qing sitting opposite was not shaking, but his face was as white as paper. He had a habit of keeping his left hand in his cuff. That was because there was a deerskin pouch in his left cuff, where all hidden weapons came from. Now the deerskin bag lay at his feet, deflated and empty. The handsome young scholar wrapped his right hand with a handkerchief. Blood seeped out from under the handkerchief, and his mouth was cracked. There was his sword at his feet, but it was only half its original length. The upper half of the sword had gone somewhere unknown. The remaining broken sword looked so helpless at this time. Yang Qinyan remembered that the long sword was like a dragon roaring. Zhengming, I remember the tree that was cut off by the man who flicked the sword, but now it is the sword that is broken. Three people, against a boy riding a bull. Defeated ¡°Thank you!¡± The young woman with white eyes glanced at the village girl holding the boat and said thank you solemnly. "There's no point in thanking me. If that kid riding a bull really wants to kill someone, I can't stop him even if I take action. My cultivation level is no better than yours. Even if his sudden action surprises him, even if the four of you and I join forces, we may not be able to stop him. He can't stop it. You should be able to tell that he didn't try his best." "I think I've seen you before." The young scholar looked at the village girl and said, "In Fang Jie's shop?" "Yes." The village girl nodded. . Her name is Du Hongxian and she is Su Tugou¡¯s wife. She has lived in Jiangnan for several years. Since Prince Yi rebelled, she left Chang'an and stayed on the Yangtze River. The reason why those ferries are so orderly is because she is there. When the old dean Wan Xingchen pierced Luo Yao's body with a sword seven hundred miles from the Yangtze River and died, she was the one who buried the old dean. "Why is he unwilling to take action?" The young woman with white eyes murmured. Yang Qinyan¡¯s heart tightened, and she suddenly thought of the look the boy riding the bull gave her when he left. The eyes were very complicated, but the touch of kindness that she couldn't understand was so clear. It's like an elder looking at his own child, it's hard to understand. On the bank of the Yangtze River, General Tiejia glanced at Puhu, who had some injuries on his shoulders: "Did you lose?" Puhu shook his head: "I didn't lose, but I didn't win either." General Tiejia nodded after being silent for a while: " Just leave, it¡¯s not a big deal for a girl. As I said, I have to save someone for the Yang family.¡±