I, Dong Zhuo, love the people like a son

Saying that, he clasped his hands and advised Old Dong: "In my opinion, it's okay to be a mixed-race businessman, but it needs to be like defeating the Qiang Hu. First let the northern aliens realize how powerful we are."

"That's right." Wei Ji immediately said, "Business with the weak will only make Rong Di despise it. But trade with the strong can be done slowly, but it's not a day's work."

"Of course." Guan Qiuxing also nodded, and said in agreement, "The Prime Minister's move to open up trade can be said to be a breakthrough."

"However, if we want long-term peace and stability, we need laws and regulations, force coercion, and policy promotion. With such protection, we can get twice the result with half the effort."

"For example, when this old man wiped out the Baibo bandits, he put military strikes first, and focused on recruiting. He only punished the culprits and the rest were not lenient, and finally they were sent to the army for reform. After a few years, they were restored to innocence. Can the state be established? "

No one looked at each other again, and then they all cupped their hands: "Xiangguo is wise!"

"Well, it seems that you still have a good plan in your mind. In the future, don't be cautious, just say whatever you think of." He waved his hand, indicating that others can back down.

Just when Wei Ji also got up, Old Dong said again: "Xiao Wei, you stay here for now, the old man still has some private matters to discuss with you."

Wei Ji was stunned for a moment, then took out a letter from his sleeve, and said: "Xiangguo, Miss Cai's mourning for her younger brother is really very affectionate and righteous. However, the two are not married after all, so it is really unnecessary to live up to their good years."

"I have prepared gifts, and I will come to thank you in person someday, and publish this letter in Luoyang Metropolis Daily."

"Well, sensible..."

Old Dong couldn't help laughing, and said: "Originally, this old man wanted to send troops to defend the house. Since you are so knowledgeable and interesting, then the shares in Hedong Yanchi, and the relatives' embezzlement of farmland..."

Seeing Old Dong's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, Wei Ji's back broke out in cold sweat, and hurriedly bowed down and said, "Don't worry, Xiangguo, I will deal with it when I go back next time, and I will definitely give Xiangguo a satisfactory explanation."

"Hmm..." Old Dong immediately got up and walked back slowly.

"This old man balances the rich and the poor, suppresses the powerful, but it's not about hating the rich or the strong. If you run your business properly and serve the imperial court, you can pass on your family's teachings, and don't make mistakes."

"Thank you, Xiangguo, for your kind words!" Wei Jiao bowed deeply to the ground, and did not dare to get up until Old Dong left completely...

"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the bloody Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but then quickly stretched.

There is almost no way to clean the bloody smell on everyone in the Zhen Mosi.

Chapter 300 March and March

Comb his hair to look like an adult, put on a handsome leather armor, and hold a cold spear... Guan Ping never imagined that he would become a personal guard in the tiger guard camp of Xiangguo.

"Well, although the bones of the body are a little weak, there is a spirit in the eyes and pupils, and it is a good seedling."

Dian Wei patted him on the shoulder, seeming to like it very much: "Because he became the adopted son of Xiangguo, meat will be indispensable in the future. Eat more and practice more, and within five years he will be a great general."

"Here!" Guan Ping slammed the spear to the ground, and the response was very loud.

But then he plucked up his courage and said, "Dian Du, I'm just a grassroots person, and I don't know how to win the favor of Xiangguo. This blessing is too great, I think...Dian Du should not deliberately take care of the grassroots, and kill the grassroots. "

"Huh?..." Dian Wei laughed when he heard the words, and said, "You think that the reason someone is kind to you is because you are Xiangguo's adopted son?"

"Is not it?"

"Of course not." Dian Wei pointed to Ma Chao and Sun Ce, who were sweating from drills over there, and said, "Did you see those two?

This time, Guan Ping didn't understand at all: "Then what is Diandu's fancy?"

"The first point is that you know how to measure, and you are more pleasing to the eye than those two arrogant guys. The other is..." Dian Wei's expression became strange, and then he whispered, "Today's homework, can you Can't borrow someone to copy?"

That's right, he escaped from Luoyang, but he couldn't escape to play Wutang.

Don't forget, Huangfusong is also a visiting professor of Yanwu Hall.Moreover, he still had grievances against Old Dong in the past few days, so he directly vented it on the students in the martial arts hall.

Especially when he found out that Dian Wei had been taught by Zhu Jun, Lu Zhi, and Cai Yong for almost two years, he couldn't even memorize "Wei Liaozi" and "Six Secret Teachings", so he was so angry that he beat him with a ruler on the spot.

Guan Ping is much better here.

Although the family education cannot be compared with Sun Ce and Ma Chao, but the mother can read some words.The most important thing is that he is very interested in the art of war, and his performance in the first class made Huangfusong nod repeatedly.

Thus, this scene happened.

"Dian Du, isn't that good?... The Taiwei told me that you must write your own understanding in your homework." Guan Ping, a simple country boy, was a little at a loss when he encountered unspoken rules for the first time.

Dian Wei was persuasive and said with a smile: "Ping'er, understanding the art of war is a matter for scholars. Since it is a matter for scholars, it cannot be called copying."

"what is it call?"

"Learn from." Dian Wei seemed to understand very well, and he was confident, "Learning from each other's strengths to complement each other's weaknesses is the right way..."

Just when he was about to continue teaching tirelessly, he suddenly noticed that Guan Ping's expression was not right, and he suddenly realized something: "Ping, Ping'er, is there someone coming behind XX?"

"Ah."

"Is it Xiangguo or Taiwei?"

Guan Ping nodded first, then shook his head.

Dian Wei understood: both of them are here...

Sure enough, when I looked back, I saw Old Dong smiling, while Huangfu Song's face was as black as the bottom of a pot: "The rotten wood cannot wither!...It is true that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black!"

The point of the former sentence is not very clear, but the latter sentence is obviously pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

Old Dong was not happy at the time: "How could Yizhen say that? The art of war is all about one heart. If Awei can think of copying Ping'er's homework, he will naturally think of copying the enemy's retreat on the battlefield. There is something to gain."

"Excessive words!" Huangfusong didn't agree with this at all.

He belongs to the descendant of the family of hairpin tassels from generation to generation. He has read military books since he was a child, and he followed his father to fight on the battlefield. He really has a family inheritance.

According to Lao Dong's words, he belongs to a serious professional background.

"Soldiers, the important affairs of the country, the place of life and death, and the way of survival must be carefully investigated." Huangfu Song retorted, "Love him like a cunning child, respect him like a strict teacher, and use him like soil mustard." '."

"However, if you don't pay any attention to studying the art of war, and treat soldiers as if you don't cherish them, it is the greatest crime for a general!"

"Xiang Yu didn't even finish reading a single book on war, but he broke the boat and defeated the Qin army several times."

Old Dong just liked to argue with Huangfusong, so he said this casually, and then stretched out his hand: "Stop, I know what you want to say, he was finally defeated by Han Xin who is familiar with military books."

"But the problem is that although Han Xin, the soldier fairy, has read many military books, he always does the opposite."

"In addition, Wei Qing, the great general of the Han Dynasty, was only a slave at the beginning, and he must not have been able to read military books. Even if he made up for it later, the problem is that his nephew Huo Qubing did not read military books. The most supreme feat and glory..."

Huangfusong knew what he was thinking as soon as he saw his virtue, he couldn't help but sneered and said, "Xiangguo just wanted to say, you don't really like reading military books, do you?"

In a word, Old Dong's expression became aggrieved: "I actually want to read..."

"Did you read it or didn't you read it?"

"Sister read..."

"Why?"

"can't read……"

Hearing this, not only Dian Wei was furious, but even Ma Chao and Sun Ce couldn't help coming over to join in the fun. Ma Chao said angrily, "Since Xiangguo doesn't read military books, why does he force us to read them?"

"Because this old man defeated your father and kept you by his side as a hostage." Old Dong just laughed, cursing and exposing his shortcomings: "I'm not convinced, hold back!"

Ma Chao's face turned red and then turned white, but he had nothing to say.

At this time, Huangfu Song was also confused: "Then Xiangguo thinks that he should read military books, or should he not?"

"For a genius, it doesn't matter whether you read or not. As the old man said just now, the way to use soldiers lies in one mind. Some people don't need to read, and they know how to fight when they arrive on the battlefield."

Old Dong looked a little more serious, and expressed his opinion: "And some people, it is better not to read it after reading it, just like Zhao Kuo who is talking about war on paper, and that horse..."

"Ahem, in short, reading is definitely better than not reading. Reading military books can at least elevate a person to the level of a qualified general."

"But if you don't read it, and you're not a genius like Xiang Yu or Huo Xingyao, you will lose your subordinates' lives just like Baibo generals."

"Hmm..." Huangfusong did not argue with Old Dong on this point, and basically agreed.

Hearing him talk about the Baibo thief, he couldn't help but continued: "After Xiangguo defeated Li Le, instead of taking advantage of the victory to pursue him, he waited quietly for the three thieves Hu Cai, Yang Feng, and Han Xian to gather. Could there be some deep meaning in that?"

"It's not really meaningful."

Old Dong waved his hand and said, "It would be too troublesome to eliminate one after another. Wouldn't it be beautiful if we had the opportunity to wait for work and let them exhaust themselves and fight each other?"

Huangfu Song frowned, looking at Old Dong as if he was looking at an idiot: If he is fighting against the enemy, or if he is unmoved, are you just spending time here?

At this moment, Wang Yue, the chief spy, appeared out of nowhere, handed Lao Dong a secret letter, and drifted away again.

After seeing it, Old Dong couldn't help stroking his beard with great joy: "Well, as I expected, the three tribes of Hu Cai, Han Xian, and Yang Feng have gathered in Yang County."

"Let's go, go to the county government office to discuss." He said, looking at Zhou Yu beside him, and said, "Call that old fox over, eat and sleep all the way, how fat is it?"

"Last time Gongda came up with a plan to stab Li Le's ass, this time the opponents are all gathered, so it's time for him to do something." Bayi Chinese Website

Huangfu Song frowned even more: These days, he also sent out scouts to inquire about the news of the Baibo bandits, even if the self-armed scouts are not as good as the Embroidered Clothes Envoys, it's not so much worse, right?

Where did the old Dong's news come from? Is it accurate?

……

At this time, in front of the city gate of Yang County, Xing Hua, who was wearing a yellow scarf and holding a big knife, was yelling at the top of his voice: "Open the city gate and welcome Shuai Han Qu into the city!"

After a while of busy work, he returned to the room, wiped off the yellow scarf on his head and said depressedly: "Xiangguo, why did you come this year?...It was clearly said to be three months, but after three months came three months, three months Then there will be another three months, almost ten months!"

"I was allowed to join Yang Feng's subordinates last year, and now I am a deputy commander-in-chief. If you don't come this year, I guess next year I will be the commander-in-chief of a thousand people..."

At this moment, the door was opened.

A big man holding a large axe said in a low voice, "Dao Rong, my lord asked me to go to the hall to discuss matters."

"Oh, here we come."

Xing Hua got up immediately, and said to the big man familiarly and affectionately: "Gong Ming, why are you always so sullen and smiling, that thief Dong is actually nothing to be afraid of..."

"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.