The gloomy sky is like the haze of later generations, and the grey and dead silence make people full of despair...23[wx] The howling north wind mixed with heavy snow ruthlessly attacked the Dawang City. The soldiers standing guard on the city walls had to hide in the arrow tower to hide from the wind and snow.

There was no one on the street, and the hard snow particles made people unable to open their eyes. Such a blizzard was really unfavorable to human activities. The residents of Dawang City hid wisely at home.

Yun Xiao stood in the chamber of the palace, and now he has become the actual master here. As for Kim Fu-eun, this guy can only stay in the harem with his concubine every day. He enjoys mellow wine and delicious food every day, and his free life makes this guy uncontrollably become a fat man. In just three months, this guy actually increased by more than ten pounds.

In addition to the 1,000 defenders guarding the city of Dawang, only the Yun family had armor and weapons. Yun Xiao cleanly disarmed the Dawang City, and all the generals who could fight were ruthlessly killed under the city. Only a few generals stationed outside the city received the message and fled without a trace.

"Now the university is frozen, Geng Feng and the others can't get in. Others may not be able to reach the Dawang City until the beginning of spring. Besides, even if they barely come from the sea, in this ghost weather, how to march is also a problem."

Dai Yu stood behind Yun Xiao and suggested.

There are still 10,000 new recruits from the Yun family in Jimo. Yun Xiao insisted that sending people who have not been well trained to the battlefield would be a murder. Unexpectedly, the snow from Dawang City came so early this year and came so fiercely. The entire peninsula could not do it, let alone transferring those 10,000 people in. Even communication is very difficult.

"Yes! I didn't expect the heavy snow this year to be as heavy as it is. It seems that everything will be done after the beginning of the Spring Festival. Fortunately, Dawangcheng has a good harvest this year. Although we have reduced the tax by 20%, it is fine if the rice in the warehouse is enough for two years.

Let those prisoners of war brew more wine, and the rice here is only produced one season a year. It is much better than the rice in Jiangnan, so the wine brewed will naturally not be worse. Unexpectedly, the Jin family's treasury is quite full, and I think it is even more than ours."

"They have been entrenched here for hundreds of years, and their family still have some. The Great King City is so strong that even with gunpowder, it is difficult to blow up the wall of the big bluestone. Fortunately, Jin Fuen opened the city gate for us, otherwise it would be aborted if he attacked the city. I really can't imagine what kind of situation we would be like if we were still outside the city at this time. I'm afraid that it would be frozen."

"You Jiangnan people love to eat rice. We Guanzhong people are miserable. Damn, if you want to eat noodles, you just have noodles. I haven't eaten big steamed buns for a long time, I'll drool when I think about it. Marquis, is the hot pot ready here or in the side hall?" The eagle walked in. He was really dissatisfied with the recent food.

"Eat it in the side palace! This is not a place to eat. You just don't know how to eat. The rice in this place is called rice. It only matures for one season a year. It tastes sweet. This thing is probably more expensive than the best white flour when sold in Guanzhong. If you don't believe it, the king of Jimo will pull a few ships in the spring of next year. It will be sold to Chang'an. It is guaranteed to be robbed by crazily."

"The Marquis was really saying that the rice was much better than the rice in Jiangnan. At that time in Jiangnan, the rice in Jiangnan tasted like wood residue. The rice here was much better. I am afraid that the royal family had never eaten this kind of rice. Trafficking to Chang'an would definitely make a big profit, but unfortunately the consumption of grain transport was too high. In the past, 100% of the grain was transported to the north, which would consume 40% to 50% of the grain."

"This is the royal inaction. If a canal is dug from the south of the Yangtze River and directly leads to the Yellow River, then transportation from the south to the north will be much more convenient. Shipping is always the lowest-cost transportation method, and hot pot is all provided. Today we are happy, and the rice brewed wine will also taste. If it is good, it will be more expensive than the steamed wine we have in Guanzhong."

Yun Xiao and his friends said that they had arrived in the side hall and the seats were already placed. All the generals in the Dawang City have come. Today is the Little New Year of the Han Dynasty. In this Dawang City, no one else has come to eat hot pot except those on duty.

A plate of mutton cut into thin hair was brought up. Pigs replaced the beef that everyone liked to eat. There was no way, and there were not many oxen in Dawangcheng. When the spring began, Yun Xiao's first task was to transport a few ships of oxen from Lintong.

Seeing Yun Xiao come in, the generals of the family stood up. After several wars, the Yun family's generals have expanded a lot, but the eldest generals are only listed.

"Sit, sit, sit." Yun Xiao suppressed his hand, and the generals sat down with a strong momentum as if they were holding a standing committee meeting.

"It's the Chinese New Year, follow my marquis to come to this bird place. I'll to the brothers who died in battle for the first glass of wine. I won't move the ancestral temple of the blue sky, and the fallen leaves will return to their roots. A boat will come in the spring next year, so I'll send you back." After that, Yun Xiao picked up the wine glass to the sky and scattered it on the ground.

The family generals also sprinkled the wine on the table on the ground.

"I toast you all here for this second glass of wine. I, Yun Xiao, never treat you fighters unfairly. I, Yun Xiao, have my brothers. After the New Year, everyone's family members will be moved here and I will be divided into land. This place is comparable to that of two or three counties and counties of the great Han Dynasty. Some of them will be divided into land. When the relatives and friends are willing to come, they will come over. The trees will die, and people will live. In the future, each one will be a fief of the house, and all the mothers will be the owner of the house."

"Om" The side hall was in an uproar. Yun Xiao was clearly fighting the local tyrants and dividing the land. Being the owner of the manor is something that the genius dared not think about. But Yun Xiao really said it, each person sent a farm. Yun Hou always counted his words and never broke his promise and had a guaranteed reputation.

"Mr. Xie..." The excited voices of the killers almost lifted the roof of the side hall. Many people even slapped them with excitement. The long-term workers finally became landlords after years of hard work.

The little bear came out from somewhere and looked around Xingzhi Yunxiao. Before he got close to the side, he was stopped by the iron guard. "My marquis has urgent matters!"

Although Xiao Xiong inherited the position of the head of the family, it is not the same as Dai Yu, Cangying, Canghu and others. Except for these three people, other people cannot approach Yun Xiao at will.

The iron guard walked to Yun Xiao and whispered a few times. Yun Xiao's face darkened. The bear was sent to take care of the deposit, and he didn't even come to participate in the hot pot today. Why did this kid leave his post and come to him? What if something happened to Kim Fu-eun at this time?

"Let him come here." Yun Xiao said with a gloomy face.

The little bear walked to Yun Xiao with a belt and said, "Report to Marquis, General Zhang Zhecheng's eldest son came to visit Lord Jincheng today. The two hugged each other and cried for a while. Lord Jin took off his belt and gave it to the boy.

My subordinate thought it was wrong at the time, so when the boy left the harem, he ordered someone to tie him up. Sure enough, he found a letter from the belt, and the subordinate did not recognize this word. Now he is escorted outside the hall and asks the marquis to send him off."

Yun Xiao's face looked better. It seemed that the little bear had experienced so long. He was actually thick and delicate, and had a lot of mind. It seemed that he was right to leave this errand to him.

After taking the belt and the letter, I saw that the letter was written on a brocade handkerchief. The handwriting was bright red, and there were a few drops of blood dripping on the edge of the brocade handkerchief. Damn, I still play with blood books with me. Have I persecuted you like this?

When I opened it, I really didn't recognize the words. Some of them looked like seal characters, but they didn't. Yun Xiao was crazy when he saw them. He was just a cultural person who was sitting there. He was a cultural person who killed someone. It would be a good idea to let them recognize words, but it would really cost their lives.

It wouldn't be reliable if you find someone from Dawang City. Nowadays, the literacy rate is not high, and those who can recognize a few words in Dawang City. If you don't get along with the Jin family, it is also the families of the generals who were killed by themselves. It is almost impossible to let them laugh and snatch their grudges and translate them truthfully.

But this is not a problem with Yun Xiao. There is no legal term called "There is no guilt". You can change it here to "There is no guilt". Since this blood letter is given to Zhang Zhecheng, it is easy to deal with.

"Little Bear, bring five hundred people. Bring back the old uncle of the city lord, uh... bring people trouble, just bring the head back. The whole family wants it, you go now. Come back and have hot pot together."

"No!" The little bear bowed and bowed, then walked out of the side hall with great strides.

A dozen heads were placed in Kim Fu-eun's courtyard, and Zhang Zhecheng's head was also placed in front of the deadly belt and blood letter. In order to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, the bear specially ordered people to take a stone and press it on it.

The shrill north wind was like a ghost crying, and the whimper passed through the door and poured into Kim Fu-eun's ears. The strong smell of blood was blown in. Kim Fu-eun's head got into the quilt, and his butt was exposed. It looked like an ostrich, and his body twitched. The sound of depression cries came from the quilt, and his concubines and children were curled up in the corner of the room like chickens. This little New Year's Eve Kim's family was incredibly miserable.

The banquet in the palace continued, and the Han marquis was entertaining his generals. Many singers, including Kim Fu-eun's sister, were called to perform dances, and the rapid drum beat seemed to be urging death. Every time the drumstick hit the drumstick, it seemed to be hitting in Kim Fu-eun's heart.

Today, I just used my belt to pass an edict. I didn't expect that my aunt's family would suffer such a murderous move. None of the thirteen people were spared. It was over, and the Jin family was finished in the Dawang City. No one could organize an army to fight against the Han people. Kim Fu-eun's closed eyes shed tears of regret.

A sharp cry from a woman came from the Political Consultative Hall, and Kim Fu-eun recognized that the voice was... his beloved sister. (To be continued...)
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