The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

Of course, Yan Song also said another choice: go to Qufu, the Kong family.

Didn't the Confucian family claim to be benevolent, righteous and moral?These people can't help but be saved, right?

Yan Song could already imagine the scene where the Kong family's face was white with anger, and couldn't help laughing.

After the brigade passed another ten miles, Yan Song finally found signs of civilization.

There are more and more water conservancy ditches built in front, continuous fields, ponds one by one, mulberry and elm trees beside the ponds, strips of fields, strips of fields. Go down and wait for the autumn harvest.

"well!"

Yan Song looked at all this with relief. This is the hope for the future. Only by plundering and not farming, one day he will starve to death.

After walking for a few hundred meters, a city in the distance stood there. The continuous, high wall was at least three or four miles, and it was a small city.

When I walked near the high wall, I seemed to hear chickens and dogs chirping and children laughing. This sound made the cold-faced Jinyi Weidong Factory couldn't help but relax and laugh.

Soon after, Yan Song and others came to a place 200 meters outside the city wall, and they could clearly see the topography of the city wall.

Deep trenches are dug here, and various defensive terrains are scattered all over the place. The roads in all directions are blocked by various ditches and ponds. The water in these places is also filled with various sharp wooden tips, leaving only a few roads three or four meters wide. Attacking is even more difficult. No matter how many people are sent to attack, it will only be consumed by fueling tactics. If the enemy wants to attack this kind of Zhuangzi, it will definitely be more difficult than county and state cities.

What is even more outrageous is that at the four corners of the outer wall, extremely strong, wide and tall arrow towers have been built to protect the city.

There were many people standing on the high wall, all with spears, whistle sticks and bows and arrows in their hands. Yan Song also saw bird guns and firearms, and there were also some archers standing on the two arrow towers, which were elites at first glance.

Compared with the county seat, the people in the state city are more diverse. This kind of Zhuangzi, which is built to protect itself, is built by a big family or several families.

Yan Song sighed: "The so-called tyrannical, that's what it is."

Gai Nie: "This kind of Zhuangzi is difficult for thousands of people to attack."

Both of them became interested in this fortress, and it was not easy to see who was running these tycoons.

The arrival of Yan Song's large group of people attracted the attention of the archers on both sides of the archery, and some people pointed at them.

woohoo~~~~~~

A thick and vast voice echoed in the sky, and the horn sounded.

After about half a column of incense, there were more people on the city wall, but these people were not dressed as soldiers and horses, but they were all dressed in brocade clothes, and they should be the owners of the city wall.

Not long after, the gate of the village opened, and a group of people galloped out on horseback, heading for Yan Song.

The head is a person who looks like a master, and then there are more than a dozen burly men, all dressed in armor, shining in the sun, surrounded by red shoulder scarves, with fine knives around their waists. Demonstrated bravery, at first glance, he is a man of many battles.

Yan Song couldn't help nodding, the tyranny was indeed tyrannical.

Although tyrannical power is not conducive to management in peacetime, it is a good way to preserve strength in troubled times. Yan Song will not oppose such a gang, but it is not supportive.

Soon, the group of people quickly approached Yan Song and others. The middle-aged brocade-clothed leader looked at Yan Song, his face was obviously a little surprised. When the horse stopped, he and the people behind him rolled over and dismounted. Half kneeling.

"Xiaomin Zhang Dong, see the adults, I don't know who the adults are..."

His knowledge is not bad, and he naturally knows that those who can use Jinyiwei and Dongchang together must be extremely honorable.

A Jin Yiwei stood up and said, "'Listen carefully, the lord in front of you is Yan Song and Yan Ge, the first assistant to the court, and now he has been ordered to go south to inspect the provinces."

What?

Yan Song Yan Ge old?

Zhang Dong and those burly men were all dumbfounded.

The first reaction is that you don't believe it, and the second reaction is that you are playing with me.

They couldn't help but secretly looked at Yan Song to see the face of this court elder. If it was true, then it would really be a blowout in the future.

Yan Song waved his hand: "Show them the imperial decree, the document... lest they be confused..."

A quarter of an hour later, the gate of the village opened, and a group of people inside welcomed Yan Song and others to enter.

"Oh my god, this is Mr. Yan Ge? He seems to be the number one official in the world, right? I didn't expect that we would be able to see it today!"

"I heard that these are Jin Yiwei? Don't you feel fierce?"

"Hey... isn't this rumoured Master Yan a big traitor?"

"That's just a rumor. My uncle came back from the capital a few days ago. Master Yan has a very high reputation in the capital..."

The news of Mr. Yan Ge's arrival has spread like crazy in this city, and countless people rushed over with awe and curiosity.

At this time, Zhang, Li, and Zhao Patriarchs of the three major clans in the city came one after another and knelt down to greet Yan Song.They couldn't be more excited.Usually, it is difficult for them to meet a state official, let alone a provincial official or a high-ranking official in the imperial court.

And this time, a patriarch came directly, and he was also the first assistant, Yan Song, who was well-known in the world and the first minister by the emperor's side.

Here comes the chance to hug your thighs.

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Chapter 89 Caoyun County, who sells grain [1]

"Patriarch Zhao, right..."

"Xiaomin dare not, Mr. Ge, you can call me Xiaosong..."

In front of Yan Song, is the patriarch of the Zhao family, one of the strongholds in this city. He is over half a hundred years old and has frosty white hair, but at this time he is flatteringly calling himself 'Xiao Song'.

Moreover, he doesn't feel ashamed of this, because in this era, it is an honor to be able to call himself a nickname in front of the court elders. In the future, he can go out to brag and gain countless admiration.