Beiyang new warlord

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"Oh! Lead the way!"

The last time Chen Zanzhong and Wang Jiyan swaggered to investigate the Dongjiang River as the court supervisor and censor, but they stopped at Ningyuan. Although the news from the Yushitai was that there was no failure in the investigation, anyone with a discerning eye could understand that the court's face was slapped firmly. Although it is a cup, but this time the emperor has learned his lesson. Chen Zanzhong came to Dongjiang in the name of asking for leave to visit his relatives. In private, he must appease Mao Jue, a stubborn donkey.

If another town resists orders, even if Yang Sichang says [-] good words, the Ming Dynasty and Dongjiang Town will have to fight each other.

I haven't seen her for a few years, but Chen Jiao is much more mature and dignified, with purple nobile hairpins and gold headdresses hanging in front of her hair, and a gorgeous red-purple jacket with long flowers on it. It's just that this granddaughter is obviously not as close as before before she got married.

In Suzhou, although Mao Jue forced her, he ordered her to be thrown into the pond to preserve the family's innocence, but his grandfather, Chen Zanzhong, married her to the man who hated her deeply in order to protect himself and his clansmen. It was also him, Chen Zanzhong. Chen Jiao would never forget this scene.

The waist was also a bit thicker at this time, holding her belly, seeing Chen Zanzhong coming up, Chen Jiao just stood up slightly, raised her skirt for half a week to see her.

"Meet Grandpa!"

Chen Zanzhong was also a little embarrassed here, he was stunned for a moment before nodding his head, as a return of greetings, Chen Jiao didn't say much, the servant closed the door of the car, and immediately the coachman raised his whip, and the wheels started galloping smoothly.

"How are you doing in Dongjiang these days? Then Mao Jue, did you ever make things difficult for you?"

"Good or bad, Jiao'er has also married into her husband's family, she is not the daughter of the Chen family, why should grandpa care about it!"

Being choked again, Chen Zanzhong suddenly became angry, and was about to reprimand him, but at this moment, there was a scream, the carriage had already passed through the port fence, and twenty or so soldiers rolled up their sleeves, Dozens of immigrants are performing typical Dongjiang rituals, feudal warlords beat them!

Seeing that the poor man who was on the same boat as him and who had greeted him once was pushed to the ground, the two sergeants started working from left to right, pounding their fists on the face, spraying nosebleeds, which made Chen Zanzhong tremble with fright.

Mr. Lu Xun in later generations is not the same gentleman who once commented that a large part of the literati in the Ming and Qing dynasties were castrated, not physically, but spiritually. Although Chen Zanzhong is a censor, he is not lofty in his bones Where to go, looking at the hands, he pointed out the window in astonishment.

"This! This! This! Why?"

"Oh! Wuhe! Some rough people, when they arrive in Dongjiang, they must be taught what rules are!"

She also experienced the last severe drought in the Central Plains, when the refugees rushed to Hong Kong, Chen Jiao said it indifferently, but the speaker had no intention, and the listener had a heart, the rules?Isn't it just my grandson-in-law telling me to behave?Chen Zanzhong swallowed the anger that was suppressed just now, and just sat there with his eyes straight and sullen.

Although it is the necessary price of industrialization, and London has been a famous smog city for hundreds of years, Mao Jue still didn't forget to save some good places for himself. This White Horse Mountain City and the nearby White Horse Hot Spring Valley are within a dozen miles of the Officers Club. There is not even a steam engine factory, and some rare blue sky and white clouds have been preserved here.

The traffic is getting more and more developed, and it only took half a day to pull Chen Zanzhong and Chen Jiao all the way to this hot spring valley.

The modern-style four-storey hotel building and the dark green garden layout with famous flowers made Chen Zanzhong's eyes cool. He thought that the place where Mao Jue lived would be like most martial arts nouveau riche, making it resplendent and vulgar However, without waiting for him to think for a moment, Chen Jiao, who was walking quickly with her hands in her sleeves, was already the first to walk towards the small hot spring building. Appreciate it more, and follow it.

After being stunned by the giant lantern in the lobby, walking through the steps on the second and third floors on the left, Chen Zanzhong saw the recuperation area that belonged to the Mao Jue family, a large office, before Chen Jiao could lead the way to it. On the other side, the door was pushed open abruptly, and immediately a bearded Naoki, a North Korean official of the Li family, who seemed incompatible with the architectural style here, wearing high black gauze and crimson official robes, came out angrily.

Seeing Chen Jiao lead Chen Zanzhong to walk in, the look of the North Korean official of the Li family changed. He passed by, and he deeply clasped his fists and bowed in salute. He was stunned, and Chen Zanzhong immediately returned the salute. Pass.

War is hard work, and construction is a waste of brain power. In October, the expansion and training of the army are on the right track, the autumn harvest is completed, and the reconstruction of Yizhou City and the repair of roads are also coming to an end. Throughout the year, Mao Jue Only then did I have some free time.

He also belongs to the type who treats himself well and never abuses himself. When he was free from work, he immediately brought a large family to live in the Baima Mountain Hot Spring Valley and took a half-vacation.

If he doesn't have a good rest, how will he deal with this huge opportunity in Heilongjiang at the beginning of this year?

But this time, it seems that Mao Jue is not in a good mood. Wearing a thick flannel-wrapped bathrobe, he turned the seat to the back, facing the huge mosaic glass, looking out the window for the last scene before late autumn and winter , until the footsteps of Chen Jiao came in, which made Mao Jue turn around.

"Master, grandpa is here!"

"Oh! Please."

Chapter 385. The Price of Liaodong Supervisor

Although he still didn't talk much, but for Chen Jiao, Mao Jue had lost the indifference of rejecting people thousands of miles away. After carefully telling Chen Jiao to be careful, he let Chen Jiao go out and looked at Mao Jue's face. A look of happiness appeared on his face, but Chen Zanzhong's old face twitched subconsciously. He began to anticipate that the next conversation would not be so friendly.

However, the start was friendly. There was a tea table next to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and those who had no official business sat in front of the big desk. Chen Zanzhong was invited there by Mao Jue, and put two goblets. Mao Jue even opened a bottle of wine himself.

It is a special product of Changbai Mountain, knocked out from the tribute of the imperial palace in Shengjing.

This was also the first time since Mao Jue welcomed his relatives that the grandfather and grandson drank face to face. Although the wine was very sweet, it was extremely bitter in Chen Zanzhong's mouth.

"I won't talk nonsense anymore. After Ning Yuan said goodbye, I believe His Majesty is already very angry! This time you come to visit relatives, what conditions do you give the boy?"

You kid still knows how to piss off the emperor!

Not in the mood to drink at all, the exquisite cup was thrown on the table, his old face was tired, Chen Zanzhong made a hoarse and gloomy voice amidst his messy beard.

"General Zhenbei, the governor of Liaodong with the rank of the left governor of the Chinese army's governor's mansion! Congratulations, Governor Mao!"

"Heh, Liaodong Governor? Zu Dashou, the commander-in-chief of Jinzhou, Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Ningyuan, and Ma Ke, the former general of the Tunwei. These Liaozhen soldiers and horses are also under my command?

Ever since the Dongjiang incident, the accumulated fear erupted in an instant when Mao Jue held the wine glass, mocked his eyes, and casually asked questions. His breathing became a little short, and there was a bang. Chen Zanzhong smashed the thin goblet with the blood-red wine to the ground, and the old guy stood up abruptly amidst the crisp sound of the ping bell.

"Mao Jue, you are enough!"

"Heaven, earth, master, master, master! The king is the leader of the ministers! Loyal ministers do not serve two masters! From ancient times to the present, how can you, who has no king and no father, take the imperial salary, be unfaithful and unrighteous, and use the stingy head of the barbarian Xiaoli threatens the lord! Your Majesty thinks you are a talent, and you don’t care about me! You are not satisfied, and you are here to pick and choose, how different you are from beasts!"

After venting his anger together, Chen Zanzhong actually softened up again, kowtowed his fingers on his chest, and spoke hoarsely.

"Yes, my Chen family was sorry for you before, but since my granddaughter married into your Mao family, the old man has been conscientious in your Dongjiang affairs, right? I will be the first to help you in Dongjiang if there is something wrong. If there is a disturbance in the capital, then Didn't I tell you this time with all my might? Are you doing well? You're about to turn against me, and the old man and his family are following the Zhujiu Clan!"

Chen Zanzhong vented hysterically, his old beard flew up, but Mao Jue's expression remained the same, and he even sipped the wine leisurely, until Chen Zanzhong said he was tired, Mao Jue played the old god cup.

"One minister does not serve two lords? Grandpa, boy, I remember correctly, you are a first-class Jinshi in the 33rd year of Wanli, right? You have experienced Wanli, Apocalypse, and Chongzhen three dynasties?"

"When Emperor Wanli passed away, why didn't you die with him?"

"Old Man! Old Man"

Chen Zanzhong was almost choked by Mao Jue's words, his old face was flushed with anger, and his beard was trembling and shaking non-stop.

But Mao Jue's voice also became sharp and high-pitched, and the wine glass in his hand was also thrown on the table. Mao Jue squinted at his face full of sarcasm, and said with a sneer.

"There is still the greatness of the emperor's grace! Is there really such a greatness of the emperor's grace? In the second year of Chongzhen, Dongjiang was half paid. Yes, 36 taels of silver!"

"Let's not talk about the salary! Liaodong is our land, cultivate here! Fight here! Die here! It is also the fate of the Liao people! Even if there is no salary, it is the duty of the Liao people to fight for the land of Liao, but these years, look What did the court do?"

No matter what kind of relatives or not, Mao Jue pointed his finger directly at Chen Zanzhong's nose.

"You regard Liaodong as your arena for fame and wealth! Your official robes are dyed red with the flesh and blood of the Liao people, and your silver boxes are piled up. When the Liao thing is good, the bee pupae come. And go, not to mention far away, in this battle of Dongjiang, Dongjiang did not see any reinforcements from the imperial court. The 1 guards from Shandong to here will still be funded for many years. It is better than nothing to send troops before waiting for the order of the Ministry of War!"

"What did the imperial court do? They sent a swindler, Huang Long, the commander-in-chief, to act as the commander-in-chief of Pidao! He didn't do any good for Dongjiang! He interfered with the general's command system, and finally took away 30 taels of silver and tens of thousands of stones for food, and ran away !"

"This is what your court has done!"

This is also the first time Chen Zanzhong has heard of this. Seeing Mao Jue angrily flicking his sleeves, he stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, facing the lights of thousands of families in Baimachuan. But Chen Zanzhong also seemed to feel that he lacked confidence.

The dead silence lasted for more than half a minute, leaving only the sound of wine dripping on the shards of the wine glass. After a long time, Chen Zanzhong was a little scared and asked with an extremely complicated expression.

"So, you're going against it?"

"Oh, the opposite? I don't have that much strength now, and I don't have that ambition at the moment. More than 200 people of our Mao family died in Liaoyang, and now there are very few left. This Dongjiang is the last home of the general. I just don't want to Let the imperial court treat Dongjiang as a victim of their power arena! Mao Jue just wants to protect this piece of Dongjiang."

Becoming lazy again, Mao Jue slowly sat back on the chair by the window, stretched out his hand to lift up the goblet, filled himself with the wine bottle, and held it high to Chen Zanzhong. up.

"But thank you, Grandpa, for coming all the way! You can repay His Majesty when you go back. Mao Jue doesn't want to rebel, and he doesn't need His Majesty to worry about military pay and food. Dongjiang is used to it, and as long as Mao Jue is around for a day, His Majesty doesn't need to worry about the Li family's Korean wing."