Siheyuan: Since 51

Niru was in high spirits, holding the map and looking around.

Baba Yang is no good, he has been crippled by himself.

We also beat up the noodle shop, but the portions were insufficient and it couldn't hold up well.

Finally, set your sights on the rabbit.

No matter in the past life or in this life.

It can be said that the battle to defend the old nest made Baixiang’s efforts over the past decade go to waste.

The foundation of the old forces within the country has become more solid, the comprador forces are rampant, and even the proportion of external sourcing of fireworks continues to be as high as 70% to 80%.

This is equivalent to completely handing over your own safety to others. How can you possibly have a chance to turn things around?

If the fight on the Peninsula was a display of dignity for the Rabbit, then the fight with the White Elephant was a complete demonstration of its deterrent power.

At that moment, the White Elephant was fully armed with high-end fireworks, but the whole village recognized it as third, including the Rabbit.

To sum it up in one sentence,

Niru said passionately: The white elephant has stood up since then.

The old man replied lightly with two words: Sit down.

After this battle, whether it is the bear eagle or other families, who will have to re-understand the rabbit?

That was the third place, but it was even worse than a lamb to be slaughtered. It was defeated so cleanly, so thoroughly, and so out of control...

Revival, in the subconscious of any rabbit, means standing on the top of the mountain again.

The whole village is like a chessboard. It is impossible to ignore any opponent, let alone a close neighbor?

At this time, the white elephant was unable to recover and ran away again. In other words, in the eyes of the rabbit or Lin Zhiyuan, it was no longer a threat.

It is better to be still than to move. Isn't it better to let him continue to sink?

Baba the Sheep actually wants to stir up trouble again. What if the White Elephant becomes aggressive again?

Although the probability of this happening is less than one in ten thousand, we can only move forward in the game and must be cautious with every step.

As for Babayang, there are also many problems within the country, oppression is prevalent, landlords are in charge, corruption is rampant...

The good thing is that it is in a key location, serving as a bridge between the Rabbit and the Middle East. If it were always in chaos or hostility, it would definitely not be suitable.

After many attempts, Baba Yang came to the conclusion that the only person he could rely on was the Rabbit, no one else would do.

One is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten, and because of this, the two families become closer and closer.

……

Near noon, Lin Zhiyuan put away his thoughts, looked up, and found Bai Sha leading a young man standing at the door.

"Sasha, what's next to this?"

Bai Sha patted the young man, and the two of them walked in, one in front and one behind.

When she came to the other side of the coffee table, she introduced herself with a smile.

"Brother Lin, this is Kangden Bisai's younger brother, his name is Hun Sen."

Hun Sen nodded and greeted him hurriedly, "Hello, leader."

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him carefully.

He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, of medium height, with dark skin but quite handsome, and a somewhat thin figure.

From the greeting just now, I can tell that your Chinese is great.

"Hun Sen, now that you are here, don't be polite. From now on, I will be your Uncle Lin."

Hun Sen seemed a little reserved. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a letter from his pocket and handed it over respectfully.

"Understood, Uncle Lin. This is the letter my brother asked me to pass on to you. Before leaving, he specifically told me that going to the Big Apple would mean certain death, but for the future of the village, he was willing and eager to do so..."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel curious. He reached out to take the envelope and motioned for the two to sit down.

As he opened the envelope, he sighed deeply.

"Is he bound to die? I didn't think about it at the beginning. According to human nature, no matter who it is, the best time to take action should be after the round table meeting. For this, I apologize to you."

Hun Sen had just sat down halfway when he stood up again and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no, Uncle Lin, my brother committed suicide. He arranged everything."

After saying this, he caught a glimpse of Lin Zhiyuan looking at him with a stern gaze. He pursed his lips and mustered up the courage to explain.

"He said that you were too soft-hearted in such a national and family matter, and you couldn't stand firm without shedding blood. He was willing to make way for you.

My two brothers lost our parents when we were young and were raised by the prince, so we must be grateful and repay his kindness.

Both the prince and he believed that Western hegemony could not last long.

If the entire East Asia wants peace and stability, it can only hope that the Rabbit will return to its peak.

The most important thing is that for thousands of years, although the rabbit has control over its surroundings, it is more of a kingly way.

......"

After a long conversation, Lin Zhiyuan fell into complete silence, secretly complaining in his heart.

Is this a woman's kindness?

Yes, looking at the past and present, who among those who have achieved great things is not particular about details?

Just like Li Shimin, didn’t he also give Jie Li Khan 30,000 people in the Weishui Alliance?

For those 30,000 people, should life be worse than death?

But for the sake of life and death, and for the sake of nearly tens of millions of people, he had to give it up.

……

Official histories such as the New and Old Book of Tang are all written in the Spring and Autumn style, with only a passing mention.

Why is it mentioned in unofficial history?

Is it also false that there is no one living in northern Shaanxi for thousands of miles?

Could it be that countless people, without any prior agreement, had the same idea and used the same thing to deliberately discredit Li Shimin?

There is no smoke without fire. Even if they did not voluntarily give it to Jie Li Khan, it is entirely possible that he would have allowed Jie Li Khan to withdraw his troops and take them away with him. As for the 30,000 troops, it is probably no more than that.

I have to say that after reading the letter, Lin Zhiyuan was taught a thorough lesson by Condonbiser.

He took out a lighter, burned the letter, stood up and waved.

"Let's go to the cafeteria to eat first."

During lunch, Lin Zhiyuan guided and made jokes from time to time, and Hun Sen gradually relaxed.

After investigation, we learned that Hun Sen lived in Xiha's residence. He was climbing a mountain in Jiangxi Province. Before leaving, he asked his staff to send him here.

In response to this, Lin Zhiyuan said that he was not surprised and that he was really capable of doing such a thing.

After the meal, they chatted for a while. Seeing that it was time for afternoon work, Lin Zhiyuan patted Hong Sen on the shoulder and smiled gently.

"Your brother has told you to study hard in the capital, and when you have learned enough, go back to build the village, and don't let him down.

I wanted to take you home and live with me, but you wanted to go back and start your career. It would have a bad impact if we lived together.

How about this, if you have any problems in the future, feel free to come to me. If you want to hear me talk, we can sit down together when we have time."

Hun Sen also understood and nodded vigorously.

"Understood, Uncle Lin, I will come to see you often in the future."

……

In less than half an hour, just the time to go to the toilet and wash my face, the afternoon work begins.

From meeting, greeting, to sitting down, Lin Zhiyuan's attitude was extremely gentle.

There is no other reason, the people coming are the pillars of the country.

There were three people in total, led by an old man in his fifties wearing black-framed glasses, who was Wang Daheng from the Xidu Institute of Optics and Mechanics.

Wang Daheng adjusted his glasses and didn't beat around the bush.

"Butler Lin, I know you are very busy at work, so I won't take up any more of your time."

Having said this, he paused, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Our budget has always been sufficient, and we shouldn't cause any more trouble for our family, but..."

Seeing that the other party was in trouble, Lin Zhiyuan raised his hand and gestured.

"Although, as long as it is reasonable, I will definitely support it strongly."