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Jia Fuqing lived in Gaoyou.

He always remembered his mission, but every time he wanted to mention it, Song Shizhao had countless excuses to tell him to wait a little longer.

"Gaoyou and Taizhou are harvesting in autumn these days." Song Shizhao sat in Jia Fuqing's room, sat at the table calmly, and poured a cup of tea for Jia Fuqing and himself. He was dressed in human clothes and a cloth cap on his head. Jia Fuqing felt closer to him when he looked at him.

Jia Fuqing sighed: "Song Guanshi is all scholars. You also persuade Mr. Lin to live a good life, but why bother to live such a life of fear? The court is easy to provoke? Now it is just turning a blind eye and closing one's eyes. If the imperial court really sends troops here, can you take advantage of it?"

"Yanzi once said, "He who understands current affairs is a hero, and he who can change is a hero." "If Mr. Lin accepts the court's surrender, the benefits will not be small."

Song Shizhao changed the subject and asked, "When was Master Jia born?"

Jia Fuqing: "Yanyou was born in the first year."

Song Shizhao smiled and said, "Your actual age is 35?"

Jia Fuqing nodded, took a sip of tea, and finally felt that his throat was not so dry.

Song Shizhao asked, "I don't know who your father is?"

Jia Fuqing: "I used to be the Governor of Kaizhou."

Song Shizhao: "It turns out that Mr. Jia is the source of family education."

Jia Fuqing raised his hand and bowed: "Where is it, Guanshi Song is absurd, and Jia is just doing things for the court."

Two generations of his family have worked for the Yuan court, and only by being loyal to the court can they live a good life. This is the education he received since childhood.

But after being a dog for a long time, I forgot how to be a human being.

Song Shizhao made Jia Fuqing's inquiry clear in a calm manner. When Song Shizhao left the room, Jia Fuqing realized that he had told a lot of truths. He originally planned to tell half truths and half lies. Convince someone who looks like a sour scholar.

Jia Fuqing drank a cup of cold tea remorsefully, and said to himself: "It's a bad move."

Song Shizhao also told Lin Yuan what Jia Fuqing had revealed.

It was only then that Lin Yuan realized that Jia Fuqing was just an outpost. If they did not let go, the imperial court would directly send troops to catch them by surprise.

To be precise, Jia Fuqing was the victim, but he didn't know it himself.

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"

"Our thief ship, Mr. Jia can get on it, or not."

Song Shizhao shook his head and said: "It's hard to say, judging by his appearance, I'm afraid he will die for the dog's court."

Lin Yuan: "I'm not afraid."

Many people are not afraid of death, but they don't know how terrible death is.

Lin Yuan said to Song Shizhao: "Before the banquet tonight, let Master Jia take a look at the execution ground."

Some people with convincing evidence are sentenced to death. At this time, the death penalty is beheading, which is slightly better than beheading. It looks scary without beheading, but it is not much better. Lin Yuan said: "Let him see clearly."

Song Shizhao understood: "It must be done properly."

So Jia Fuqing was taken out of the government office by Song Shizhao before he was upset. He didn't know where he was going, and he was afraid that Song Shizhao would lynch him, so he asked in a low voice, "Where are we going?"

Song Shizhao's attitude is very good: "Today there is a death row prisoner being executed, I just take you to have a look."

Jia Fuqing wanted to say, "Isn't it just a dead person? What's there to see?" But after all, he was in someone else's territory, and he didn't speak so confidently, so he could only nod his head, expressing his curiosity.

With special care, Jia Fuqing was arranged to watch at the nearest seat.

Apart from the executioner, he is the closest to the prisoner.

Although I feel that dead people are common and there is nothing to make a fuss about, but as a scholar and an official, Jia Fuqing has lived so long, and he has never seen such a scene of dead people. , When the news of his death came the next day, he just nodded, not taking it to heart at all.

But now, he saw a human head landed in front of his eyes, rolled a few times and rolled to his feet, blood sprayed all over the ground, he looked down, and found that the head opened its mouth, as if to say something, but also seemed to just want to say something. Ask for help.

Jia Fuqing stood there, motionless, as if he had been immobilized by someone. He wanted to move, but he couldn't control his body. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The sky was bright and clear, but he felt that it was darker than the deepest night. It's even more terrifying.

Song Shizhao looked at him not far away, with a smile on his lips.

A bird locked in a cage will be at a loss when something happens.

"Master Jia." Song Shizhao walked to Jia Fuqing's side again, and said softly, "Are you scared?"

Jia Fuqing categorically denied it, unwilling to show timidity: "How can this scare me? The dead people I have seen are..."

"I don't know how the imperial court executes the execution." Song Shizhao said, "Is it beheading or beheading? Beheading is better, but it also depends on the skills of the executioner. If the executioner is sharp enough, the knife will be gone. What a pity, if the head cannot be chopped off with one knife, the second and third knife will be needed, how painful it is."

"It's even worse if the waist is cut? A broken waist, but people don't die. Maybe they can live for another hour."

Jia Fuqing shuddered, he didn't speak, his courage was already broken.

When had he seen such a scene?

Song Shizhao asked, "When will Mr. Jia communicate with the court?"

Jia Fuqing was afraid because he was afraid, but he was still vigilant, and kept his mouth shut and did not answer Song Shizhao's question.

Song Shizhao added: "I don't know if the court will not get a reply from Mr. Jia, or if it thinks that our master has a heart of disobedience, people will attack directly. At that time, Mr. Jia may not be able to escape?"

"I don't know if Master Jia will be beheaded, cut in half, or hanged?"

Jia Fuqing swallowed uncontrollably.

He said in a trembling voice: "Of course the imperial court won't..."

Song Shizhao interrupted him, and said meaningfully: "What happens to the court depends on what you do, Mr. Jia."

Jia Fuqing kept his head down all the way, looking very calm, but his fingers were trembling slightly.

He cherishes his life and doesn't want to die.

At the banquet in the evening, Jia Fuqing sat at the bottom of Lin Yuan. There were snacks and fruits on the table in front of him. Prostitutes surrounded him. These women were all from the brothels in Gaoyou City. As for the way of survival, even if Lin Yuan told them before that they could survive without being a prostitute, they refused.

Unlike the women who were rescued before, they have long been accustomed to this kind of life. They have been living in brothels since they were children. The brothels and clients are the composition of their world, and they will feel at ease in this world.

They were taught by the gentlemen invited by the old bustard since they were young, not only to learn housework, but also to learn poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting. Lin Yuan even felt that their education level was probably the highest in Gaoyou.

It's a pity that what they learn has nothing to do with thinking.

I have never seen Confucius, nor heard of Mencius.

The knowledge they learn is not for themselves, but for men.

Lin Yuan also knew that even if he forced them to leave the brothel, it would be difficult for them to integrate into society.

So Lin Yuan transformed the brothel into a club.

It is also a place for chatting and discussing things. The prostitutes have also become waiters. They can still chat with the guests, but they cannot trade with the guests.

The prostitutes adapted well, and even felt that this would better reflect their charm. Under the premise that they could not sleep with them, they competed for beauty, and the turnover of the clubhouse was also increasing.

However, due to Lin Yuan's restrictions, no newcomers will be included.

When these prostitutes get old and can no longer work on their own, they will change their careers.

Brothels will also become serious clubs.

Lin Yuan was very busy with these matters.

Now prostitutes are starting to serve Jia Fuqing. These prostitutes may not be very beautiful, but they must have high emotional intelligence. They know how to play with men. Once they understand the tricks, they will be able to handle it with ease. Chatted with Jia Fuqing, and kept persuading him to drink.

One of the prostitutes is Hongxiu. She is from Jiangnan and was sold to Gaoyou since she was a child. She is a standard beauty, with a small cherry mouth, eyebrows like distant black, hair like splashed ink, thin waist, oval face and small nose, breath like blue, With a slight fragrance on her body, she leaned on Jia Fuqing, holding the wine glass with her white and slender fingers and raised it to Jia Fuqing's lips, gently persuading: "Master Jia, have another drink."

Jia Fuqing lives in a gentle town. He is a complete man, and he also has the common problems of men. At first, he was worried that Lin Yuan would find fault with him, so he dared not do anything. Now that Lin Yuan didn't pay attention to him, he hugged Hongxiu's waist, and said in his mouth: "Hey, feed it to Grandpa."

Hongxiu took a sip of the wine and fed it mouth to mouth. Her face was reddish, her eyes were like silk, and Jia Fuqing's mouth was parched.

If it weren't for the crowd, Jia Fuqing would have nodded his face, and probably would have thrown Hongxiu down.

From this day on, Jia Fuqing would go to the clubhouse to visit Hongxiu whenever he had time.

While flirting with him, Hongxiu flirted with other guests. She wandered among men, seeming to love Jia Fuqing deeply, but at the same time ignoring Jia Fuqing.

Jia Fuqing was fascinated by her.

Hongxiu was sitting in the room, while she was dressing up, she complained softly: "He stinks."

Lin Yuan sat on a chair beside him, peeling melon seeds in his hand, and smiled at Hong Xiu: "Then you will block your nose next time?"

Hongxiu covered her mouth and smiled: "That's not elegant."

Hong Xiu pursed her lips, looked at herself in the bronze mirror, touched her face, and sighed: "Why should the master care about such a person, and let the servant always see his ugly face."

Lin Yuan: "I have wronged you, what compensation do you want?"

Hongxiu walked to Lin Yuan's side, leaned her head on Lin Yuan's shoulder, grabbed Lin Yuan's belt with her fingers, and said softly, "The master will spend the night with the slave's family?"

With the beauty at your side, it would be a lie to say that you are not tempted, but Lin Yuan said, "Except me, you can choose."

Hong Xiu pouted her lips: "Forget it."

Hongxiu understands men. Men call her a whore and show courteousness in front of her. Sometimes they say "I will definitely marry you" while pulling up their pants and refusing to recognize anyone. They praise her as the world's The most beautiful woman, even called her a slut who can do her best.

There is honey in the mouths of men, but also poison.

At the age of 13, Hongxiu always had tears in her eyes, but at the age of 16, Hongxiu could sit next to different men with a sincere smile on her face. She has kissed so many people with her lips and lay on her bed. people.

Hong Xiu leaned on Lin Yuan's shoulder without moving, and closed her eyes.

Lin Yuan didn't move. In his eyes, Hongxiu looked more like a little girl. She was only 16 years old, and her height was only 1.5 meters. as a woman.

Sometimes Lin Yuan himself felt that maybe there were too many people calling him Nan Bodhisattva, but he really had such a heart of a Bodhisattva.

The room was quiet for a long time before Hongxiu said softly: "Master, do you want Jia Fuqing's life?"

Lin Yuan shook his head, and explained the matter to Hong Xiu in detail.

Hongxiu nodded and said, "I understand."

Jia Fuqing came to the clubhouse again at night, he impatiently called Hongxiu's name, even the beautiful woman brought tea, he didn't even look at her, he felt that he was deeply in love with Hongxiu, she was something he had never seen The woman he used to be is proud, beautiful, and sometimes petty and affectionate. He thinks that he can take Hong Xiu away, and when the time comes to make Hong Xiu a concubine, he can also enjoy the blessing of being equal to everyone.

Probably because he has not been able to get Hongxiu, his heart is ready to move like being scratched by a cat.

"Jia Lang." Hongxiu came very late, she seemed to have just experienced something, her clothes were messy, and her face was still flushed.

Seeing her appearance, Jia Fuqing became so angry that he rushed out, "Who touched you! I'll kill him!"

But Hongxiu stopped him, sat down with his arm in his arms, and said with tears: "Who is the Nu family? How can it be worthy of Jia Lang's treatment? The Nu family is no longer an innocent person, and it is as if they were dead. Now they are living in the world. , just to get a few more glances at Jia Lang."

Jia Fuqing was overwhelmed by what she said, so he hugged her waist and said: "When Bodhisattva Nan returns to the imperial court, I will take you back to Kaizhou, take you as a concubine, and let you live a good life."

With a smile on the corner of Hongxiu's mouth, he said, "Jia Lang, my family is afraid of the imperial court."

"If the imperial court sends troops to open it, wouldn't we..."

Hongxiu: "My family is not afraid of death, but my family does not want Jia Lang..."

Jia Fuqing said: "What's the matter, I'm an official of Dayuan, I'm sure I'm fine."

Hongxiu frowned: "However, swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and those soldiers can kill people like hemp. How did they know that you are Master Jia?"

Jia Fuqing was taken aback for a moment, he hadn't thought of this himself.

All the people he brought were taken away by Lin Yuan, and he doesn't know where they are now. If the soldiers from the imperial court really came, he really couldn't prove his identity, and he didn't know how to stop those soldiers.

And the Mongolian general, he can't command at all.

Jia Fuqing swallowed, and comforted: "My dear, don't be afraid, I will definitely protect you."

Hongxiu fluttered into Jia Fuqing's arms, seemingly terrified. She whispered about her fear and her past, which made Jia Fuqing tender.

-

Chen Bosong was talking with Lin Yuan about the people of Gaoyou.

Today's Gaoyou has stabilized, and the people return to their hearts. What the people want is very simple, they can eat enough, and they don't need to be beaten.

The merchants have also reopened, probably because too many big landlords have been killed, and the merchants have become less courageous. They dare not use the two methods of stealing money and short things in the past, and they must smile when facing the poor.

Gao You was harmonious like never before.

Chen Bosong is now not only in charge of the barracks, but also has more than 100 government servants under his command.

These yamen servants were all transferred from the army. When they first learned that they were going to become yamen servants, they were so happy that they almost didn't know their surname.

After all, being a soldier is precarious, but being a government servant is a good job that no one can ask for.

Perhaps Chen Bosong didn't know how to be a yamen servant, nor how to manage the people, but he knew how to manage the soldiers.

Now Chen Bosong has some popularity, and the people below him also obey him.

Lin Yuan leaned on the grand teacher's chair, holding a cup of tea, and the old god said, "What are you worried about?"

Chen Bosong frowned and said, "Young master, why don't you just become king?"

Lin Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Chen Bosong: "Who asked you to ask this question?"

He didn't think that Chen Bosong could think of it by himself. Chen Bosong had a brain that belonged to war, but he didn't have any other talents.

Chen Bosong didn't hide it either: "That's what people say."

Lin Yuan smiled: "Don't worry about them."

Those who wanted Lin Yuan to be king were actually speculators. They thought they knew Lin Yuan well, so they came up with this way to flatter Lin Yuan.

After all, in their eyes, the people above are definitely unwilling to admit their ambitions, so they have to pretend no matter what.

For example, Zhao Kuangyin, don't you want to be emperor?Didn't I have to refuse again and again, and I cried when I put on the yellow robe, as if I was aggrieved by you for forcing me to be the emperor.

I must have been happy in my heart, and maybe I was still thinking, "Forget you are acquainted."

They felt that the same was true for Lin Yuan. The reason why he didn't become king was because he hadn't been handed a ladder yet.

As long as the voice is loud, Lin Yuan will naturally become the king, and they will be considered meritorious at that time.

Lin Yuan looked at Chen Bosong and asked, "How many new people are here in Gaoyou?"

After all, the city gate is still open, as long as there is no enemy attack, it will not be closed. People from many nearby villages and towns will come to Gaoyou. Received it.

There will never be too many people. Young and strong men can serve as soldiers, old, weak, sick and disabled as logistics, and women can farm and weave.

Of course, when the farming season is busy, the soldiers have to roll up their trouser legs and go to the field.

Otherwise, there will not be enough manpower.

The granary cellar has also been newly repaired a lot.

After no longer sending food to the imperial court, the amount of food stored in Gaoyou and Taizhou almost stunned Lin Yuan.

After all, Taizhou has a lot of saline-alkali land, and it is expected that the grain output is not high, so Lin Yuan was surprised when he saw the output reported to him, which was much better than he imagined.

As for Gaoyou, the land of fish and rice, let alone.

The farmers here have been tending crops all their lives.

After Lin Yuan paid [-]% of the tax, the farmers left enough food for more than a year without having to tighten their stomachs.

The more food there is, the more secure Lin Yuan will feel.

However, there are also a lot of ghosts and ghosts in the city. Many of these people have foreign accents, pretending to be businessmen, or pretending to be people nearby. They may not be sent by the imperial court, but may also come from other forces.

The rumors about Lin Yuan's claiming to be king are probably also fueled by them.

Lin Yuan said to Chen Bosong: "Do you think it is good for me to be king?"

Chen Bosong said in an aboriginal way of thinking: "Naturally, then it will be justifiable."

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "And then?"

Chen Bosong didn't understand: "What then?"

Lin Yuan said: "After I become king, the court will definitely not let me go, and what I own is still Taizhou and Gaoyou. There are only disadvantages and no benefits. Why should I become king?"

Chen Bosong was taken aback, as if he had just discovered this.

Lin Yuan sighed.

Chen Bosong is loyal and a born war creature, but other than that, he seems a little silly.

Lin Yuan said to him: "You don't have to listen to everything outsiders say. The rumors outside have penetrated into your ears. Before you ask me, think about it. Who are the people who say these things? They want to rely on these words. What to do, who to incite? Who to believe."

Chen Bosong sat to the side, his sitting posture was very casual, his legs were spread apart, and he sat in a dainty manner. He said, "I will listen to the young master."

Lin Yuan was helpless.

Chen Bosong said again: "Those people, do I need to deal with them?"

Lin Yuan shook his head: "No, let's start to scare the snakes now, wait for a while, and see what they are going to do."

It's impossible to just come and watch the excitement?

Lin Yuan even felt that Fang Guozhen and Liu Futong should be among the people who came over.

Their purpose is still unknown, but when it's time to show up, they will naturally appear in front of my eyes.

"All the letters sent by Jia Fuqing have been read by Hongxiu." Chen Bosong said, "It says that he is going to convince you soon."

Lin Yuan nodded: "You tell Hongxiu that you have to continue to procrastinate."

Chen Bosong suddenly said, "Go find her with someone else."

Every time he saw Hongxiu, Hongxiu would post it.

Although she knew that Hongxiu didn't want to do anything with him, she just had sex with the man who appeared in front of her habitually.

But Chen Bosong felt uncomfortable, and he didn't know why.

Lin Yuan nodded: "Okay, I'll ask my second brother to find her."

Yang Zian has a good relationship with the prostitutes, and they all like him.

In order to prevent Yang Zi'an from making mistakes, Lin Yuan always kept them away.

Thinking about it now, love between men and women has never been something that can be controlled.

There was still the crime of adultery, but it turned out that the person who should have committed adultery still committed adultery. As long as it has something to do with the matter between men and women, it has never been easy to control.

The modern anti-pornography campaign has been going on for so many years, but it has not been eradicated.

Furthermore, if something happened between Yang Zian and one of the prostitutes, there is no way to say it from his standpoint.

After all, it wasn't Yang Zian who forced him.

Lin Yuan sighed.

Fortunately, it was Yang Zian who was popular.

If it was Jiang Gui, he really didn't know how to explain to his sister-in-law.

What a mess.