Beiyang new warlord

This is the entire village fleeing from famine, led by the village elders. During the great famine, the whole village went to other places to beg for food, and waited for the new year to go back. Whoever dared to occupy their land would fight back. In such a village, fleeing from famine has escaped experience. Of course, I don't want to go to Liaodong.

However, Fan Wenju didn't have the slightest intention to persuade him to stay. Instead, he held the hands of a few old men earnestly.

"The general is merciful and doesn't force people to stay. This is the case in Zhao Family Village. It is true that we shouldn't leave our ancestral grave."

But as soon as his tone changed, his face changed, and he drew his face very seriously, lowering his voice and whispering.

"However, if you still want to flee famine, don't go to Jinan. This time, the Lu army was maimed by our Bailian army. It was the time when Shandong was arresting men. All the men who went there were arrested and enlisted as soldiers , went to fight Ying Tianxing in Lunan, and there is no military pay, and the women and children in the family will starve to death!"

"Yes! Yes! What Master Fan said is very true, I'm so old!"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Wenju continued to instruct him with a solemn expression.

"Also, don't stay in Denglaidao. The war just ended here. I got the news from the general. Those local tyrants and evil gentry who were captured by the crusaders were all sent back to their hometown by the dog court. They came to the local door Qing'er, whoever joined the crusader, they will all have to take revenge to the death."

"Thank you Master Fan for reminding me, this old man will save me!"

The old face turned pale again, and the village elders nodded again, but before they finished digesting, Fan Wenju was still there.

"Also, don't go to the other side of Linqing, the thieves Liu Huhu's team retreated there, you know how vicious he is."

"Also, don't go"

One by one, more than half of Shandong has become a dangerous death trap. A group of village elders were stunned when they heard it. The headed village chief just sadly interrupted Fan Wenju's endless talk.

"Master Fan, tell me, where else can I go in Shandong?"

"Texas!"

Indeed, Fan Wenju said energetically: "It's far away from the battlefield. It hasn't suffered too much disaster this year, and it relies on the canal to make a living. Although the life is a little bit hard, it won't starve to death! The Texas area is the safest place. Already!"

But a group of people from Zhaojia Village who heard these two words almost vomited blood. Where is Dezhou?On the other side of Shandong, in this era of underdeveloped transportation, it is more difficult for them to walk back and forth in a village of men, women, old and young children hungry and deflated, than it is difficult for later generations to start from the northeast and travel poorly in Tibet by bicycle. On the road, they can collect the red bulls if they have nothing to do. They don't have any food left, and they will starve to death within ten days.

But Fan Wenju seemed quite happy after speaking, and bid them farewell with fists in his hands.

"Okay, the explanations that should be explained are over, everyone will not change the green mountains, and the green waters will flow forever, so come back!"

As he said, Fan Wenju really swaggered back to the camp, shaking his sleeves, as if he didn't know the village behind him. He didn't take two steps before he started a fight. The young man and the old man argued for a long time. The moment before Fan Wenju was about to step into the refugee camp with his left foot, the old captain Zhao suddenly rushed up from behind sadly, pleading there with a smiling face.

"Fan, Master Fan, we decided not to leave, and followed Mao Shuai to Dongjiang, that, promised to take care of food and housing, and give us land for three years of cultivation, does it still count?"

Now it was Fan Wenju's turn to become embarrassed, pinching his chin, shaking his head with a look of embarrassment.

"Old Zhao, if you say go, I've already given away your shares in Zhao Family Village!"

"Ah? So what should I do?"

People are going to starve to death. The 1000-year-old ancestral grave is useless. At most, it will be dug up as cultural relics by others. A large group of young people don’t want to leave at all. He, an old man, can’t help it. It’s full of sadness. , the old man fumbled desperately into his bosom, and stuffed a few dry copper coins into Fan Wenju's bosom.

"Master Fan, I beg you to be merciful, you are helping us, please think of a way to help us! Please!"

"Hey! Hey! It can't be done! It can't be done!"

With a face full of embarrassment, after a long delay, Fan Wenju finally nodded helplessly.

"Come back with me, and I'll help you find it in the field book!"

"But this time we have to make an agreement. If you are leaving, it will be difficult for Fan!"

"Never go! Never go!"

Under Fan Wenju's dignified exhortation, Old Man Zhao slapped his chest.

In the chaos, a group of people from the village followed Fan Wenju back.

Standing at the gate of the camp, Mao Jue deliberately stayed there for a long time, until Fan Wenju went back, then he smiled and walked back, talking to Kong Youde while walking.

"These scholars still have a lot of tricks! Just now, Fan Wenju is very good at being a man. First, he sends people out, and then points out the danger of leaving, so that those refugees want to come back. Finally, they have to be careful. Look, there are so many people near the gate. Those who want to leave will be scared back when they see that there will be so many consequences if they leave, it will serve multiple purposes!"

As a lieutenant general, he had no right to set up civil servants, but after he returned, he assigned Fan Wenju to Fatty Su as his deputy, and it was more than enough to seize the Dongjiang administration. Mao Jue felt that he had picked up a treasure.

But Kong Youde really couldn't listen to complimenting others, he jerked his bulging belly out of disbelief, and yelled dissatisfied.

"General, what is this? Give the general a big machete. The general will stand towards the door, and the knife will be slashed there. Who dares to go? You still need this poor man to go up and talk a lot!"

"General, please don't leave! The last general will do it! General!"

He really didn't want to talk to him anymore, so Mao Jue went back to the port speechlessly, knowing that his general had ordered that the fifth regiment break out of the camp first. Su Yi also prepared the small burden.

However, before Mao Jue arrived at his captain's cabin, his old uncle Shen Guangzuo came to him again.

"What happened between you and Yu Dacheng, governor of Shandong?"

Now I am really afraid of this old guy, Mao Jue hurriedly put on a nonchalant look, and quickly waved his hands.

"He is a majestic governor of a province, and I am a little lieutenant general, how dare I have any trouble with him?"

"Someone sent invitations to the boat, claiming to be a student, and asking to see you!"

A post bowed in front of Mao Jue, making his eyes straighten.

After putting on airs, what is this guy going to do?

Chapter 217. The governor also sells himself

Shen Guangzuo is a sensible person. Although he has a high seniority, Dongjiang is really in charge of Mao Wenlong and his son. He is an outsider who criticizes him as soon as he comes. The ethnology taught the younger generation to go.

However, after receiving the invitation letter, after all, Yu Dacheng is still the governor of a province, so it is not easy to directly deny it. Mao Jue had to order to suspend sailing and invite Yu Dacheng to come aboard.

Not to mention, this old guy is low-key enough today, so he brought a servant who carried the burden, two sedan chairs, and the sissy butler was dumped into that hole, and the old guy didn't wear any clothes either. Official uniform, an elastic Taoist robe with a melon skin hat, the standard rich man's attire.

The only thing that surprised Mao Jue was, what happened to this girl?

It is perfectly normal for later generations to bring their wife Xiaomi to visit each other, but in these years, the defense of men and women is more important than anything else. Let alone familiarity with Yu Dacheng, we have been born for thousands of miles, and we almost stabbed each other with knives. The other party has stabbed twice, so he wouldn't see himself with a concubine, right?

By the way, this girl is pretty enough, she is also in her early sixteen or seventeen years old, her hair is tied up in a pretty high bun, and there is a gold bead embellished step on it, a bit like the naughty ball head of a girl in later generations. He has delicate features, a well-proportioned inverted triangle face, and a pointed chin.

It is estimated that she is very fond of this girl. She is also quite gorgeous in her clothes. The light green slender pants are the kind that the well-dressed scholars in the south of the Yangtze River are willing to wear. It is extremely awkward to wear on them. On this girl, she felt a bit ethereal and playful, and the inside was also a silk dress. Although there were not many carvings, it just happened to show the woman's exquisite figure.

And it seems that the girl who came here is also very unhappy. This girl's mouth is slightly pouted, and she looks arrogant. However, unlike Chen Jiaoer, Mao Jue has no dislike for her. A little cute color.

Looking at other people's concubines seems not very good, but Mao Jue looked at them for two more seconds, and then hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted.

"The final general has seen the governor!"

"Hey, General Mao, you don't need to be too polite! There are no outsiders here, and the old man is visiting in private, so don't be too polite! Don't be too polite!"

"Uh, Master Yu, then, please sit down! Su Yi, let's have some tea!"