Beiyang new warlord

"Pindao's surname is Song, his first name is Xiance, his style name is Kangnian, he is from Yongcheng, he was born in Tongsheng in Yongcheng County, he is from a good family"

This time it was Mao Jue's turn to spit out, eyes full of disbelief, looking at this freak with a big head and a thin neck, Mao Jue asked in amazement.

"You are Song Xiance?"

Chapter 2 Sixty. Toyotomi Mission

"The eighteenth child is the main artifact! You spread it out?"

This old boy is not an ordinary person, Li Zicheng's right-hand man, he is very good at propaganda, or can be fooled, the sentence just now is that he borrowed the prophecy that was spread among the people at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and lifted Li Zicheng to the position of destiny and law. What killing cattle and sheep, preparing wine, opening the city gates to welcome King Chuang, who will not pay food when King Chuang comes! A series of propaganda slogans were spread by this old guy. Li Zicheng was able to gain a firm foothold in Henan so quickly, counterattack Shaanxi, and in one fell swoop Dongjin occupied the capital, and this old guy had at least one-third of the credit.

But at this time, it is obvious that this old boy has not been at the time of the meeting. First, he has not given up on the Ming Dynasty, and his mind is full of official standards. Qipin Praise painting?Second, this old boy didn't get rid of any feudal shackles, because after hearing Mao Jue's words, his legs were so frightened that his legs went limp, and he thumped and knelt heavily on the ground.

"General Mao Mingjian, the villain has never said such a rebellious thing, someone must have framed it, please trust the villain!"

Just kidding, it will be unlucky for grandpa Bi to say the wrong thing in future generations, let alone now, it is a rebellious word! While scolding the eighteen generations of ancestors who passed it on, this guy smashed his head like garlic , it seemed to be swollen again, and the corners of Mao Jue's mouth twitched unceasingly.

But even though he is a bit cowardly, but with his size and brains, he should be the Song Xiance in history. After all, it is so rare to see someone with such a strange appearance. If this guy is scared enough, Mao Jue simply decides to do it. , it was extremely difficult to make a decision with his hands on his forehead, and he nodded with great difficulty.

"Pity your talent! Let's do it this way! You can record your character Song Kangnian and make a picture of praise under the command of this general. No one will doubt it. If an official from Shaanxi and Henan sends someone to ask, this general will prevaricate for you up!"

"Thank you, general, for your kindness in supporting me, I am so heartbroken that I can't repay you!"

Mao Jue finally experienced the treatment of a protagonist in a novel. His body shook and he burst into a savage air.

Although, this celebrity is too shabby

Even if there are 2000 more cavalry, it is actually a trivial matter for Dongjiang. The biggest thing in front of him is the flag of the Japanese country. Mao Jue also counted on more than 200 million Japanese to fatten him up, so that he could feed the people with a population of more than [-] million. Hou Jinda got down!Now that the Fengchen mission has been trained, Mao Jue is no longer here in Lutun Island to accompany Liu Chong in military training. He has delegated full authority to him, and someone who wrote handwriting went to Xianxing Mountain City, busy building blocks for his blueprints. Fan Wenju gave the order to give Liu Chong what he wanted. With the guarantee of supplies, Mao Jue was relieved. That night, he packed up his things and took the newly promoted military division back home to Dongjiang.

The main artery that runs through the earthworm-shaped Dongjiang River is now on its first scale. The first three regiments marched compactly, thumping and thumping back, and the group of carriages pulling heavy boxes also ushered in the opposite direction, making a long journey to the northeast marching.

The current Dongjiang can barely be regarded as having a lot of people and little land, and the development of various mountains and fields is almost saturated. Just like the westward movement of the United States in later generations, go to the newly occupied wild territory of Dongjiang to open up wasteland for five years, and this land belongs to private individuals. You only need to pay one-tenth of the harvest, which is still very attractive to the older generation of refugees whose families are afraid of poverty. However, young people have also begun to urbanize these days, and more young people in Dongjiang are more Willing to work in a factory, or join the army directly.

People are really lazy. Now that Chen Jiao is in charge, Mao Jue has gotten used to it a little bit. After returning home, she prepared another welcome dinner. Of course, this time all the girls in Su Yi attended, and Mao Jue also He didn't put on airs again, sat down and ate a meal with peace of mind, and after finishing the work, he actually ordered Chen Jiao directly to arrange a guest room for the newly promoted military adviser Song Xiance, and then make two sets of clothes. , Maybe the remedy is to remedy it!

Although it was an order, it still made Chen Jiao feel a little flattered, because Mao Jue really started to think of her as Mrs. Mao little by little!

Xiao Biesheng was newly married, so it was a fresh idea. At night, Mao Liying eavesdropped outside, and her face turned red. Mao Jue went to Yu Leer's room to discuss next week's grand ceremony with her. Early the next morning, at this The girl couldn't get up in the bed, Mao Jue seemed to be having an affair, and dressed quickly again, pulling at the official uniform that was still there trying to come out overnight, looking at the stinky Song Datou in the big glass mirror of the treasure of Maofu Township Went to the government office.

Early in the morning, the government office was already full, and even the older generation such as Mao Wenlong and Shen Guangzuo all arrived. It was the first time they entered the circle of power, straightening the chest of the 1.2-meter official uniform, supporting a three With a big head of about ten centimeters, Song Xiance tried his best to show a full of energy, but he didn't know that this made him look like a big mushroom.

Fortunately, no one paid attention to him at this time, and everyone's attention was on the Japanese man in the middle of the government office.

Mao Li slammed around, and a soldier clutched his crotch and languished, and suddenly became shrill, almost catching up with the eunuch's voice and screaming.

"Xuan, I will see you during the Japanese season!"

Wearing the belted long clothes of the official minister of the Japanese state, the envoy Tsuno, and the deputy Chang Lu Xinxiong came in from the gate of the yamen with sweat on his brow and holding the letter of credence.

Immediately afterwards, the soldier who played the role of the eunuch was punched in the crotch again, and screamed with tears in his eyes.

"The envoy pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor of Ming!"

"The Japanese envoy pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor of Ming!"

Beijing mandarin with correct pronunciation and round accents, no translation accents are allowed at all. The mouths of the two envoys were almost drooping. Only after practicing, the two of them fell on the ground like rice cakes again, slamming their bodies on the ground. He kowtowed his head.

All of these must be sloppy! It’s like more than 100 years later, when the British Magorney delegation visited Emperor Qianlong, they rehearsed for half a year before allowing them to meet. This is the rule of the Eastern Celestial Dynasty!

Even Mao Jue's mouth twitched as he watched, but the old man Shen Guangzuo was still not satisfied, holding his crutches and muttering and shouting.

"The steps are too small! Are you women? Be tolerant! Be tolerant!"

"Old man, it's alright, you have to be considerate, they are short! If they take longer steps, they will float away."

Listening to Mao Jue's persuasion, it was the first time for several Toyotomi's retainers to be so grateful to Mao Jue. He could go out for a month. In this month, even if the rules were rigid, he often knelt and knelt. The Japanese were like them. I was about to kneel down and cry, and looked at the two 1.5 meters in a daze, and the old man finally waved his hands helplessly.

"That's it! It's hard for them!"

The old guy didn't talk about politics, he was on a job, he didn't even take a sip of tea, he turned around and went out, tilted his head and let the soldier who was covering his crotch go out to see off, while Mao Wenlong walked to Mao Wenlong with a serious expression. In front of Jue.

"Cheng Zuo, you have really made up your mind. There is no turning back when you open your bow! The Mao family, the fate of Dongjiang is in your hands!"

"If you are not strong, you will perish. Our Dongjiang is located behind the Jiannu, and it is always a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their flesh. Sooner or later, Jiannu will fight a life-and-death battle with Dongjiang and conquer the Lee Dynasty in one fell swoop. Only then will they dare Stepping into the pass, before that, as one of the generals of Dongjiang, Hai'er must do his best to strengthen himself, so that he can survive that battle!"

"Since ancient times, famous generals have used the method of self-improvement, training troops to organize the army, and setting up farms to govern the government, but my father has never heard of the method of invading other countries to strengthen oneself!"

"Forget it, the old man is getting old, you decide for yourself!"

With his sleeves thrown behind his back and his hands behind his back, Mao Wenlong walked out of the Yamen staggeringly. This time, Mao Li went to see him off in person, but in the Yamen, Uncle Wen stayed behind with a thick turban wrapped around his head. Compared with the first time I met Mao Jue, he was already showing his old age, and Mao Jue couldn't help but sigh when he saw it. Before he knew it, he had been in this era for a few years.

Leaning on crutches, the old man shook his fist tremblingly.

"Master! Please go, old man. I will leave the task of escorting the mission to this old man!"

Up and down Dongjiang, there was indeed no more suitable candidate than Uncle Wen before, but it was different at first. To this old guy, Mao Jue also showed some respect and saluted him slightly.

"Mao Jue does have a mission for Uncle Wen, but it's not going to Beijing."

"Kang Nian, don't come here yet!"

He patted the head of Song Xiance, who was still confused, like a child in the back, and pulled him over. Mao Jue immediately bowed again.

"I've already chosen the candidate. If you have anything to pay attention to when you enter the capital, please ask Uncle Wen to mention it!"

I was really stunned, and then looked at the inexplicable Shorty Song, the old man's dim old eyes suddenly became sharper.

"What, pretending to be a Japanese embassy to enter the capital, this, this, this, this..."

Knowing his mission, this Song Xiance almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood. He was so annoyed that his 1.5-meter legs jumped up to two meters high, shouting in disbelief.

"Isn't this the crime of deceiving the emperor?"

"What are you talking about so badly? What is bullying the emperor? At most it is deceiving the tribute. You are so short, and they will believe you if you say you are a Japanese. At worst, you will be deported and come back!"

With arms folded, Mao Jue curled his lips easily there, but Song Xiance's old face was even more weeping when he heard this. He always felt like he was on a pirate ship by mistake. A local deputy general was about to intervene in the tributary of the country. What did he want to do?

On the other side, Wen Bo's old eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, and Song Xiance's back felt chills when pierced.

"Exchanging gifts is a trivial matter. Your final mission is to spare no effort to push the imperial court to get involved in this civil war in Japan! This is the only way to maximize Dongjiang's interests, don't you understand?"

"Well, I'm an official, no, Pindao remembers that my 33rd uncle died of illness in a distant place in my hometown, and Pindao wants to stay in power for three years and resign from the general."

This kind of thing, I really don't want to mix it up and dare not mix it up, rubbing oil on the soles of my feet, Song Xiance actually wanted to run away, sleeping until I hugged my arms, Mao Jue sneered and snorted again.

"Eighteen sons, what is it?"