"We can talk about anything."

Zhang Xing explained this in the camp. "In short, we need to make him realize the reality... Wei Gong can just talk, I will just sit outside the city."

How could Chief Wei not know about Zhang Dalongtou's good intentions? He nodded hastily and said that he had already prepared and looked confident.

Zhang Xing said no more and just waved his hand. The leaders of the gang, who had worked hard all night yesterday, cheered up again, gathered troops and horses, seized and captured prisoners, set up a guard of honor, and then surrounded Chief Wei into the city.

.

It must give Chief Wei a strong momentum.

Just like that, on the afternoon of the first day of summer, Wei Xuanding, dressed in commoner clothes, returned to Wuyang County, Hebei Province, where he had always dreamed, entered Liaocheng, and met his former master Yuan Baocun.

Frankly speaking, before Taoist Wei entered the city gate, he had a strong desire. It was the feeling that he didn't care about the overall situation or the consequences, and I would only worry about it if I felt comfortable today.

Zhang Xing was obviously indulging him and even adding fuel to the fire.

However, when he saw Yuan Baocun standing inside the city gate, waiting for him cautiously with bloodshot eyes, and then he looked half hesitant and half embarrassed when he saw him, Chief Wei had countless assumptions before.

, I couldn’t help but find it funny at this time.

As a result, he paused on his horse, then turned over and dismounted, bowed in a manner that was neither humble nor arrogant, then smiled and stretched out his hand, saying:

"Mr. Yuan, you are well."

With such demeanor, the leaders behind him, including Wang Shuyong, who knew the details of the other party and his previous sharp character, were almost dumbfounded.

"Wei...Wei Gong!"

Compared with Wei Xuanding, Yuan Baocun was obviously at a loss. For a moment, he didn't know whether to salute or step forward to shake hands. He just blushed and shouted, but his shout was not clear enough.

Wei Xuanding, on the other hand, still calmly stepped forward, held the opponent's hands, and then said sincerely behind the door: "After three years of separation, Yuan Gong's style remains the same."

Yuan Baocun also became somewhat sober at this time. He knew the other person's temperament, but he stumbled again this time. He thought he was going to be humiliated, but he couldn't help but be surprised:

"Why is your style still the same? It's obviously a change of style. Back in Wuyang, when you were in poverty, I was on top of you. I often saw you getting angry and losing your temper, but I had always been calm. At that time, I was secretly proud of myself, thinking that I was arrogant.

You are extraordinary, Your Excellency has a fierce temperament. But today the situation has reversed. I am the prisoner and you are the master. However, I behaved erratically and Your Excellency is too angry... Mr. Wei, tell me, is this so-called style a person's own style or the current situation?

, where is the style of the official position?"

Wei Xuanding was silent for a moment and nodded seriously: "Yuan Gong is right. At that time, I also thought that I had great ambitions and great talents but could not pursue them. As time has passed, I also find it ridiculous... In the end, we are all just mortals. In troubled times, we must not stop.

Do not be afraid.”

Yuan Baocun nodded heavily.

Wei Xuanding turned around and greeted Xiong Bonan: "King of Heaven, I have been friends with Duke Yuan for many years, and I can explain everything thoroughly... Let everyone disperse, and except for the gifts I brought, put away the rest.

"

Xiong Bonan saw it interestingly and nodded and left. Only when he turned around and saw the gift brought by Wei Xuanding, he was slightly speechless.

In this way, the rest of the people dispersed and were busy. Wei Xuanding and Yuan Baocun joined hands on the city wall. They shook hands and talked in the south-facing river breeze on the city wall. They first told some stories about the past, then talked about some experiences, and finally chatted for some time.

After all, we have to face reality.

"Mr. Yuan, you see, as spring turns to summer, the fields are flourishing. Although there is a little mess due to the First World War, if we can clean up quickly, we can still have a good result." Wei Xuanding pointed to the battlefield in front of him,

The field where the camp is located, a little reminder. "We won the battle at the beginning of the year, but we concentrated on restraining ourselves, just for the sake of stable spring farming in southern Hebei. It finally showed up, right?"

Of course Yuan Baocun knew what the other party meant, but he still couldn't help but respond sincerely: "Wei Gong, let me say one more thing. It is of course very important to get the millet seedlings and spring plowing at the right time, but is this enough? Now that summer is here,

Do we still need to prevent droughts and floods, and do weeding and insect removal during the day? Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Where will the corn be in the urn? "

"Mr. Yuan is right." Unexpectedly, Wei Xuanding did not refute directly. "Don't say that you have worked hard in the summer, but if the weather is good one year, the weather will be good next year?"

Yuan Baocun was slightly startled.

"But Mr. Yuan, why don't you plow the fields diligently for this?" Wei Xuanding suddenly changed the subject. "Because there may be droughts and floods in summer, won't we do it in spring? Or is it wrong to say that plowing in spring is proper? Do we?

I said that if things are done in a down-to-earth manner, even if there is no result later for some reason, one should not say that their hard work was in vain, or that they should not acknowledge the account... That's right, that's right!"

Yuan Baocun remained silent.

"I prepared a gift for Duke Yuan." Taoist Wei didn't care when he saw this, but turned around and said hello.

After a moment, while Yuan Baocun was stunned, someone brought up a corpse wrapped in white cloth but still unable to conceal the fishy smell.

"This is the body of Cao Shancheng in Qinghe." Wei Xuanding still held the other man's hand with one hand and pointed at the body with the other. "He did not die in battle, but was scolded to death by our Zhang Longtou! The article scolding him is also in my arms.

"

After saying that, Chief Wei took out another piece of blood-stained paper from his arms and unfolded it in the slightly numb hand: "Please take a look at it, Mr. Yuan."

Yuan Baocun was held by the other party with one hand and half of the Xuebulaji paper with the other hand. He was obviously flinching, but he could only force himself up: "Wei Gong is very different after all."

Then, he lowered his head to look.

After reading it for a while, he sighed again against his will: "It's a good article, no wonder I cursed Mr. Cao to death."

"It's not a good article, but it's better than one hit." Wei Xuanding corrected him seriously. "Mr. Yuan, Cao Shancheng is not corrupt, capable, and persistent. He can be considered a talent by any calculation, but he is...

With the strength of a stubborn ox, he went in the wrong direction... I just want to ask Yuan Gong, there are so many people in the world, does it belong to Wei?"

Yuan Baocun fell silent, then shook his head firmly: "No."

"That's it." Taoist Wei held the opponent's wrist and sighed with emotion. "I know where Yuan Gong is hesitant. As a member of the royal family of the former dynasty, he has a far-sighted vision, and our gang seems to be bold and bold. In fact, it has only been two years since it has been turbulent, so we may not be able to laugh.

In the end, there is a possibility of rapid defeat even in another two years... But so what? How about help? Mr. Yuan will take his time to see, but one thing is clear, but it is as natural as plowing the fields in spring, and there is no need to say more.

...that is, the hearts of the people in the world do not belong to Wei. So no matter what, it is absolutely right for us to fight against Wei! And even a tough man like Cao Shancheng knew this truth when he died. No matter how outstanding he was, he could only

Because he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Wei Dynasty, he could only commit suicide in shame."

At this point, Taoist Wei let go of the hand holding the paper, held the opponent's other wrist, and spoke more sincerely: "Mr. Yuan, it's time to plow in the spring!"

Yuan Baocun's wrists were pinched, and he couldn't help but let go of his strength. He saw the paper notice was swept by the wind, flying directly from the city head, and rolled towards the messy fields ahead. He also couldn't help but let go of his strength, and then came to report on the spot.

:

"What Mr. Wei said is absolutely true, it is time to plow in the spring! But in my hands, Wuyang County will never serve the Wei Dynasty again!"

Wei Xuanding laughed on the spot: "In this way, we can be considered to have renewed our relationship, and let's forget about this spring incident."

Yuan Baocun smiled more and more bitterly, but looked at his wrist and asked: "It is natural to plow in spring, but since I have agreed, I will ask one more question, Xuan Ding, from whom did you learn these methods in the past two years? Shake hands again,

There are corpses again, they are pressing forward every step of the way, without letting anyone take a breather."

Wei Xuanding glanced at the dilapidated camp in the west of Liaocheng, blinked his eyelids, and spoke in a simple and unrestrained manner: "It's all learned from the experience of crossing the river barefoot that day."

Yuan Baocun was greatly moved.

"On the first day of the lunar month: The snake is lying in the mud, neither male nor female. Never accept any favors."

On the top of the west city of Liaocheng, two middle-aged people from the Yuan and Wei Dynasties were shaking hands, chatting and reminiscing about the past. On the top of the east city of Liaocheng, Ambassador Lu and Xie Minghe were also having a great time.

"What do you mean?" Xie Minghe looked at the wooden sticks at his feet, confused.

"A snake crouching in the mud is not a king." Lu Daobin leaned over to pick up his precious wooden sign and smiled. "Didn't you assess the situation? Isn't this accurate?"

Xie Minghe thought for a moment, then twirled his beard and nodded: "Accurate! Your divination is indeed extremely accurate! The biggest issue in the current situation is whether you will or not!"

Lu Daobin was pleased with himself.
Chapter completed!