Chapter 833: There is a young master like jade When Puhu left, the moon had just climbed into the eastern sky. Not long after, looking eastward from the river, there was a very strange moonlight beauty. The big moon seemed to be hanging. It looks like it's on the river not far away, as if just sailing forward and rowing forward, you can rush directly to the moon. Is the world on the moon as cruel as this? Fang Jie stood at the bow of the boat and watched Puhu leave. Puhu is a very contradictory person, and even others can feel his contradiction. Sometimes Fang Jie even wonders, has Pu Hu ever thought that it would be better to actually die? He didn't expect to meet Puhu here, nor did he think about what it would be like to meet him again in the future. He turned around and went back to sleep, and the day passed like this. The sailors had already weighed anchor before dawn, and the ship set sail east again along the Yangtze River. People making a living on the river are still so busy, and they can't rest even though winter has entered. The war In the past, you could rest for a few days after catching a boatload of fish, and the money from selling them was enough to put a smile on the faces of the fishermen. But now the fish is worthless because no one is buying it. After entering the Yangtze River, the big ship just went down the river. This section of the waterway would take at least a month to reach Dongjiang. Wu Yiyi took the lead and had already planned where to dock. After landing, they have to walk north for at least ten days to reach the place where the Bei Liao people currently live. Whether they can safely pass through the area controlled by Mu Mansion is unknown. For several days, Xiang Qingniu was a little depressed. Fang Jie knew that he was an emotional person. He could tell what kind of temperament this person had from the fact that he had been pursuing Yang Qi for so many years. But perhaps it is precisely because of this that among the four disciples of Wan Xingchen, he is the only one who has become enlightened. Poor Xiang Qingniu himself doesn¡¯t feel that he is much stronger, and even if his mind is enlightened, he feels a little aggrieved. "Fang Jie" "Huh?" "How long will this battle last?" Xiang Qingniu asked seriously. "I don't know." Fang Jie's answer was not perfunctory: "When the chaos first broke out in the Sui Dynasty, some people claimed that with the national power of the Sui Dynasty, those rebels would not be able to hold on for a year. But now, no one dares to say that there will be more chaos. "How long?" "I'm a little tired of it." Xiang Qingniu let out a long breath: "Quickly kill those guys. If it's peaceful, I can let go of my views and leave it to someone casually. Just find a place, find a woman who can like me, build a few wooden houses, and plant a few acres of wasteland." "Think about it." Fang Jie smiled: "You can only think about it now." "Me too" He said three words, and Xiang Qingniu couldn't help but glance at him. Going upstairs, Mo Ningzhi lay on the railing and looked at the two men standing side by side on the bow, somewhat confused about the meaning of their conversation. But she felt more and more that Fang Jie was an unpredictable person. She spent three years wandering on the run, and those three years were enough to change a person's personality. She remembered that when she was a child, she didn't dare to step on an ant to death, but three years later, she could kill as many people as possible. Fang Jie has obviously experienced much more than she has, so why does he make so many decisions that even she can't understand? For example, this trip east to the Bei Liao tribe, in Mo Ningzhi's opinion, was something that absolutely did not need to be done. For example, the day spent with Puhu seemed meaningless to her. But she also vaguely felt that her idea was not good, but it was just bad, not wrong by any means. If it were her, she would never go to the Bei Liao tribe. She gave herself this answer, then hesitated after a few seconds. If he could really do what he thought, he would have killed Fang Jie long ago, right? She was a little troubled. "What are you thinking about?" Mu Xiaoyao handed her a cup of hot tea and leaned on the railing to look at Fang Jie's back. Mo Ningzhi took the teacup and pretended to be cold and arrogant: "I'm thinking about killing him when." I still want to kill him, why have I waited so long and not taken action yet?" "I justwant to kill him slowly!" Mo Ningzhi said fiercely. Then she found to her annoyance that Mu Xiaoyao was still smiling, and then she herself actually laughed unsatisfactorily. She stamped her feet vigorously and turned around to go back to the room. Mu Xiaoyao looked at her back and couldn't help but continue to laugh. ¡¡¡¡¡¡ Dongjiang Mupingcheng Yang Shunhui looked at the five items placed in the living room.?The big box is still full of gold coins. This was sent by someone named Peter after he left, saying it was a gift sent to thank him for the friendship he had personally sent out of the city. Yang Shunhui became more and more confused about what the foreigner named Peter was planning. With so much gold sent to him, how much business would the foreigner have to do to make money back? "There is also a handwritten letter." Staff Dong An handed a letter to Yang Shunhui. Yang Shunhui looked at the crooked handwriting on the envelope and was convinced that it should be the handwriting of Peter. It was obvious that this was a man who had just started to learn Chinese characters. Handwriting that only people have. He opened the letter. It was very short, but he read it carefully. "This person is not simple." Yang Shunhui suddenly sighed: "Now I suddenly regret letting him go. I always felt that he would not be as simple as a messenger. There is something about this person that people have to pay attention to. At first I thought it was my curiosity about foreigners, but now that I think about it, it is the temperament of a person in a high position, whether he is a Han or a foreigner. " "What did he say in the letter? " Dong An was curious. ask. "Nothing." Yang Shunhui stuffed the letter into his sleeve casually: "I just expressed my gratitude, and also hoped that the dock would be opened as soon as possible. In order to make me feel more comfortable, this person actually learned Chinese characters in such a short period of time, for one thing How can a person who can work hard on small things be simple? " "I regret it now." Yang Shunhui was silent for a while and said: "I always felt that there was something wrong with opening the dock to let foreigners in, but I couldn't think of what was wrong with it. Logically speaking, we can benefit more if there is competition in business. Let Dongchu merchants compete with foreigners, the greater the benefits we will gain. This is also a good thing for the people of the Sui Dynasty. Only competition will benefit those from outside. The goods are cheaper. " "General, that's right." Dong An smiled and said, "General, he has always been cautious. In fact, what the general is worried about is not what will happen to the foreigners, but what will happen to the Mu Mansion, right? " This sentence was extremely successful in diverting Yang Shunhui's thoughts. Dong An knew that he had succeeded when he saw Yang Shunhui's expression change, so he felt relieved that he could get the gold sent by the foreigners again. "There is indeed something wrong with the people in the Mu Mansion recently." Yang Shun would pace back and forth in the room: "According to logic, even if the people in the Mu Mansion hand over Mu Ping to me, they will not be able to do anything about it. There is no way there is nothing in this city. The people of the Mu Mansion did not hide the fact that the foreigners came in, but why did the Mu Mansion turn a blind eye to Mou Ping's affairs? " Dong An thought for a while and said, "Is it possible that the Mu Mansion has no intention of paying attention to Mou Ping recently? " Yang Shunhui's expression changed: "Where are you thinking?" Since Dong An diverted the topic away from the foreigners, he naturally couldn't easily let Yang Shunhui think about it again: "Although that person Mu Guangling is called a real person, Gentleman, doesn¡¯t he have the ambition to fight for the world? It is said that he has been going to the Beiliao people a lot recently, sending food and craftsmen When his subordinates looked at it, they most likely fell in love with the Beiliao people. The cold cavalry, who is said to be more powerful than the Meng Yuan cavalry, finally managed to bring up a topic. Dong An didn't care whether his random thoughts were right or wrong, and immediately continued: "Here in Eastern Xinjiang, Mu Mansion wants to take action. There are no obstacles. The border troops almost all obey the orders of the Mu Mansion, but the Mu Mansion does not dare to mobilize all the border troops Mu Guangling is not Luo Yao. He has the guts to raise three thousand diners but not the guts to secretly expand an army of one million, so he has to think of troops. , we must find a team that can fight out. Obviously, the Han Cavalry is the best choice." Dong An sorted out his thoughts: "So Mu Guangling is not interested in Muping now. What he wants is the cavalry from the Beiliao people. "No!" Yang Shunhui suddenly shouted in a low voice: "What should I do if Mu Mansion really wants to send troops?" Dong An was also stunned: "Huh?" Then he was also shocked: "Yes. What should I do?" Yang Shunhui was frightened by what he suddenly thought of: "The reason why Mu Guangling gave so many benefits to the Beiliao people was because he wanted the Han Cavalry from the Beiliao people. He gave me Muping City. He ignored me, as if he was really trusting to hand over Mu Ping to me I'm afraid that what he wants is my two soldiers. " Dong An took a deep breath: "Yes because Mu Guangling took Mu Ping City. I gave it to you, so whether the two soldiers in your hands follow him in rebellion or not, you are already his ally" The word "ally" is not a nice word, but that is the fact. "Yeah" Yang Shunhui didn't realize that his palms were covered with sweat and the clothes on his back were clinging tightly to her.On the body. He thought about why he fled Chang'an and the invincible armored army. Now that he was unknowingly tied to Mu Guangling, how could he possibly escape facing that team and that person again in the future? He hates it a little. I hate my greed and my ignorance. When Mu Guangling said that Mu Pingcheng would be given to him, he was only happy and did not think about what he would have to pay for taking other people's things. Once the Mu Mansion rebels against the Sui Dynasty, in the eyes of others, he will be Mu Guangling's subordinate. "Alas!" He stamped his feet heavily, not knowing what to say. ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ If you have never been to Mu Mansion, you will never expect that the world-famous Mu Mansion would be like this. In people's minds, Mu Mansion must be a magnificent building, with a huge gate tower and a huge plaque hanging on it. The two gilded characters of Mu Mansion shine brightly. There must be groups of soldiers patrolling outside. The courtyard wall is so tall that not even a snitch can climb it. But in fact, Mu Mansion is just an ordinary manor. Even the manors built by the wealthy families in their hometowns in the Sui Dynasty would not be as shabby as the garden in Mu Mansion. Because compared to the status and status of Mu Mansion, this garden really looks shabby enough. Those low-status but extremely wealthy businessmen dare not buy or build large houses in the city, but who in the countryside does not have one or even several manors? So relatively speaking, this manor in Mu Mansion is not very impressive. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? are not only the well-dressed nobles who come in and out of Mu Mansion, you can often see people wearing commoners coming in and out calmly, without any restraint. It's as if Mu Mansion is their own home and they don't see anyone else. And the servants of the Mu Mansion would not scold and exclude them because they were wearing commoners. This is so incompatible with the customs of the Sui Dynasty. In Eastern Xinjiang, in the minds of Jianghu people and the common people, Mu Guangling of Mu Mansion is a true gentleman and a great good man. "Hello, young master!" A young master in brocade dismounted in front of the door. Everyone who saw him stood up and saluted with clasped fists, with solemn respect on their faces. This young master is about twenty years old, and he is as rich as jade. In terms of appearance, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is one of the best. In terms of temperament, he has an impressive look. "How are you all?" The young man responded with fists in his arms. It was not a stiff politeness, but a natural gesture, so he was particularly cordial. "Where have you gone, Master?" "I went to the Beiliao people and sent over a few carts of grain. They didn't know how to plant the fields well, and what they harvested was not as much as what they planted. It was disappointing to see them. People are distressed, it¡¯s time to survive the winter, and if we don¡¯t provide some help, I¡¯m afraid there won¡¯t be any seeds to plant again next spring,¡± the young master replied kindly. "Our father-in-law and our young father-in-law are the most kind people in the world!" The diners said proudly, with pride on their faces. The young master is not arrogant, but remains calm: "Anyway, the Mu family has always acted according to the ancestral precepts, but they just want to be worthy of heaven and earth."