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Jia Fuqing stayed in Gaoyou.

He always remembered his mission, but every time he thought about it, Song Shizhao had countless excuses for him to wait.

"These days Gaoyou and Taizhou are both harvesting in autumn." Song Shizhao sat in Jia Fuqing's room, calmly sitting at the table, and poured a cup of tea for Jia Fuqing and himself. He didn't know where to find a taxi in his clothes. With human clothes and a cloth hat on his head, Jia Fuqing felt closer when he looked at him.

Jia Fuqing sighed: "Guan Shi, all scholars, you also persuade Young Master Lin to have a good life, but why bother to live such a frightening life? The court is easy to provoke? Now I just open my eyes and close my eyes, if The court really sends troops over, can you take advantage of it?"

"Yan Zi once said, "A person who knows the current affairs is a handsome man, and a person who can change everything is a hero."If Young Master Lin accepts the court's invitation to surrender, the benefits will not be small."

Song Shizhao turned around and asked: "When is Master Jia born?"

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

Song Shizhao smiled and said, "Is it thirty-five years old?"

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

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

Jia Fuqing: "Former Yin in Kaizhou Prefecture."

Song Shizhao: "It turns out that Master Jia is the source of family learning."

Jia Fuqing raised his hand and said, "Where and where, Guan Shi is absurdly praised. Jia is just working for the court."

Both generations of his family worked for the court of the Yuan Dynasty. Only if they were 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 behave.

Song Shizhao was very clear about Jia Fuqing's inquiries in a calm expression. After Song Shizhao left the room, Jia Fuqing realized that he had told a lot of truth. His original plan was half-truth and half-false. It looks like a sour scholar who persuades.

Jia Fuqing drank a cup of cold tea regretfully, and muttered to himself: "The chess is one move."

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

Only then did Lin Yuan know that Jia Fuqing was just playing an outpost. If they didn't let go, the court would directly send troops to beat them by surprise.

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

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

"Our thief ship, Master Jia can get on, or even if it doesn't."

Song Shizhao shook his head and said, "It's hard to tell. Look at him, I'm afraid he will die for the dog court."

Lin Yuan: "I'm not afraid of it."

Many people are not afraid of death, but do not know how terrible death is.

Lin Yuan said to Song Shizhao: "Before the banquet tonight, take Master Jia to see the execution ground."

Some people with conclusive evidence are sentenced to death. At this time, the death sentence is decapitation, which is slightly better than midsection. It looks scary without midsection, but it's not much better. Lin Yuan said: "Tell him to see clearly."

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

So before Jia Fuqing was upset, he was taken out of the official office by Song Shizhao. He didn't know where he was going. He was afraid that Song Shizhao would lynch himself, so he whispered, "Where are we going?"

Song Shizhao's attitude is very good: "Today there are executed prisoners, so I will take you to have a look."

Jia Fuqing wanted to say, "Isn't it a dead person? What's so beautiful?" But after all, he was on someone else's territory, and he was not so confident in speaking. He could only nod his head to express that he was full of curiosity.

Jia Fuqing was given special care and was arranged to watch at the nearest seat.

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

Although I think that dead people are common, there is nothing to fuss about, but as a scholar and an official, Jia Fuqing has lived so much. He really has never seen such a scene of dead people. What he saw is just lay down a board and drag it down. , When the news of his death came the next day, he nodded, not feeling it for the least.

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

Jia Fuqing stood there, motionless, as if someone had applied the fixation technique. He wanted to move, but couldn't control his body. His cold sweat dripped from his forehead, the sky was blue and the sky was bright, but he felt that it was darker than the darkest night. Also scary.

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

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

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

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

"I don't know how the imperial court executed the punishment." Song Shizhao said, "Is it decapitated or cut in the middle? The decapitation is better, but it also depends on the executioner's skills. It's horrible. If you can't cut a person's head with a single stroke, you need a second and a third stroke. That hurts."

"The waist cut is even worse? The waist is broken, but people will not die, maybe they can live for another hour."

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

When has he seen such a scene?

Song Shizhao asked: "When will Master Jia communicate with the court?"

Jia Fuqing was afraid, but he was still alert, shut up and refused to answer Song Shizhao's question.

Song Shizhao said: "I don't know if the court cannot get Master Jia's reply, or if we think that our boss has a heart of disobedience, will they be directly attacked. By then, Master Jia will not be able to escape?"

"I don't know if Master Jia will be beheaded or beheaded? Or hanged?"

Jia Fuqing swallowed uncontrollably.

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

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

Jia Fuqing lowered his head along the way, looking calm, but his fingers were shaking slightly.

He cherishes his life and does not want to die.

At the evening banquet, Jia Fuqing sat under Lin Yuan. The table in front of him was filled with snacks and fruits. The prostitutes surrounded him. These women were all women from the brothel in Gaoyou City. They were the only ones selling flesh and skin. The way to survive, even if Lin Yuan told them before that he could survive without being a prostitute, but 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. Brothels and their clients are the components of their world. In this world, they will feel at ease.

They have been taught by the gentlemen invited by the old bustard since they were young. They not only have to learn Fangzhongshu, but also poetry, song, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Lin Yuan even thinks that their education level is probably the highest in Gaoyou.

It is a pity that they have nothing to do with thinking.

Never seen Confucius, never 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 clubhouse.

It is also a place for chatting and discussing matters. The prostitutes have also become waiters. They can still talk to the guests, but they cannot trade with the guests. That is to say, the trading of skin and meat has become a party to eat, drink and play.

The prostitutes adapt well, and even feel that this can better reflect their own charm. Under the premise that they can't sleep with them, they compete with each other and the club's turnover is getting higher and higher.

However, because of Lin Yuan's restrictions, the newcomers will not be included.

When these prostitutes are old, they will change their careers if they can't do it themselves.

The brothel will also become a decent clubhouse.

These things caused Lin Yuan to be very busy and very busy.

Now the 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 key points, they can do it with ease. Chatting with Jia Fuqing, and constantly persuading him to drink.

One of the prostitutes is called Hong Xiu. She is from Jiangnan. She was sold to Gaoyou since she was a child. She is a standard beauty, with a small cherry mouth, eyebrows as distant as daisies, hair like splashes of ink, thin waist, oval face, small nose, exhale as blue, There was still a slight fragrance on her body. She leaned on Jia Fuqing, holding the wine glass with her white and slender fingers to Jia Fuqing’s lips, and gently persuaded: "Master Jia, have another glass."

Jia Fuqing is in Wenrou Township. He is a good man and has common problems with men. At first, he was worried that Lin Yuan would find fault with him and would not dare to do anything. Now that Lin Yuan was not paying attention to him, he put his arms around the red sleeve Waist, still saying: "Be good, feed it to the Lord."

Hong Xiu took a sip of wine, mouth-to-mouth feeding, her face was reddish, her eyes were silky, Jia Fuqing's mouth was dry.

If it wasn't for the crowds, Jia Fuqing would have to point his face, and he might have thrown Red Sleeve down.

Starting from this day, Jia Fuqing will visit Hongxiu at the clubhouse when he has time.

Hong Xiu talked with him and cursed with other guests at the same time. She wandered between men, seeming to love Jia Fuqing deeply, and she didn't seem to see Jia Fuqing in her eyes.

Jia Fuqing was fascinated by her.

Hong Xiu was sitting in the room, while she was dressing up, she whispered and complained, "He smells bad."

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

Red sleeves covered his mouth and smiled: "That's indecent."

Red sleeves pursed her upper lip and looked at herself in the bronze mirror. She touched her face and sighed: "Why does the boss care about such a person, so that the slave can always see his ugly face."

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

Hong Xiu 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, "My host stays with the slave house for one night?"

The beauty is on the side, saying that it is false to not be heartbeat, but Lin Yuan said: "Except for me, you choose."

Red sleeves pursed his lips: "Forget it."

Hong Xiu understands men. While they call her a bitch, they show their courtesy in front of her. Sometimes they say "I will marry you" and raise their pants to deny people. They praise her as this world. The most beautiful woman also called her a slut who could do her best.

The men have honey in their mouths and poison.

When the thirteen-year-old Hongxiu was always in tears, the sixteen-year-old Hongxiu could sit beside different men with a sincere smile. Her lips did not know how many people she had kissed, and she did not know how to lie on the bed. How many people have passed.

Hong Xiu leaned against Lin Yuan's shoulder and did not move, his eyes closed.

Lin Yuan didn’t move either. The red sleeves looked more like a little girl in his eyes. She was only sixteen years old. She was only one and a half meters tall. Although she was no longer childish and full of feminine charm, he could not Think of her as a woman.

Sometimes Lin Yuan himself felt that perhaps because there were too many people calling himself Nan Bodhisattva, he actually had such a bodhisattva heart.

After the room was quiet for a long time, Hong Xiu said softly, "My boss, do you want Jia Fuqing's life?"

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

Hong Xiu nodded and said: "The slave understands."

Jia Fuqing came to the club again at night. He eagerly clicked the name of Red Sleeve. Even the beautiful woman gave tea, he didn't look at the other person. He felt that he was in love with Red Sleeve. She was never seen before. The past woman is arrogant, beautiful, and sometimes affectionate. He feels that he can take Hong Xiu away and call Hong Xiu a concubine. He can also enjoy the blessings of all people.

Probably because he has not been able to get the red sleeves, his heart is like being caught by a cat.

"Jia Lang." Red sleeves came late. She seemed to have just experienced something, her clothes were messy, and her face was flushed.

As soon as Jia Fuqing saw her look, he didn't get angry and started to shoot the case, as if to rush out: "Who touched you! I'll kill him!"

Hong Xiu stopped him, sat down with his arm, and said with tears: "Who is the slave family? How can Jia Lang be treated like this? The slave family is no longer an innocent body, and it is not like dead and clean. Now she lives in the world. , Just to look at Jia Lang more."

Jia Fuqing was caught by her abrupt enthusiasm and held her waist, and said: "When the South Bodhisattva returns to the court, I will take you back to Kaizhou and accept you as a concubine, so that you can live a good life."

Hong Xiu smiled and said, "Jia Lang, the Nujia is afraid of the court."

"If the court sent troops to open, wouldn't we..."

Hongxiu: "The Nujia is not afraid of death, but the Nujia doesn't want Jia Lang to..."

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

Red sleeves frowned: "But there is no eye on the battlefield. Those who serve as soldiers are killing people. How did they know that you are Master Jia?"

Jia Fuqing was taken aback for a moment, he didn't even think of this.

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

And the Mongolian general, he could not command at all.

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

Hong Xiu fluttered in Jia Fuqing's arms, seeming to be frightened, she whispered her fears and her past, and Jia Fuqing was very soft.

——

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

Now Gaoyou has stabilized, and the people return to their hearts. What the people want is simple. They can eat their stomachs without being beaten.

The merchants also reopened, probably because too many big landlords were killed, and the merchants' courage became smaller. In the past, the two methods of stealing catties were not dared to be used anymore, and they had to smile when facing the poor.

Gaoyou has been in harmony like never before.

Chen Baisong now not only controls the barracks, but also holds more than one hundred government officials under his hands.

These government officers were all transferred from soldiers. When they just learned that they were going to become government officers, they almost didn't know their first name or last name.

After all, serving as a soldier is not guaranteed, but as a government official, that is a good job that many people can't ask for.

Perhaps Chen Baisong didn't know how to be a government servant or how to manage the people, but he could manage the soldiers, and the government servants below were not sensible. He would investigate and find out the problem when he learned it. Then the reported government servant would be unlucky.

Now Chen Baisong has a little bit of hope, and everyone at the lower end obeys him.

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

Chen Baisong frowned and said, "Why doesn't the young master directly claim the king?"

Lin Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Chen Baisong: "Who told you to ask this?"

He didn't think Chen Baisong himself could think that Chen Baisong had a brain that belonged to war, but he didn't light up other talents.

Chen Baisong did not conceal: "The outsiders say so."

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

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

After all, in their eyes, the people above must be unwilling to admit their ambitions, so how can they pretend to be.

For example, Zhao Kuangyin, don't you want to be emperor?It's not about making repeated refusals. The yellow robe will cry and cry, as if you forced me to become the emperor.

I must have already blossomed in my heart, and maybe I'm still thinking "calculate your acquaintances."

They felt that Lin Yuan was the same. The reason why he did not become king was because he had not given him a ladder.

As long as the voice is loud, Lin Yuan will naturally become king, and they will also be regarded as people of merit.

Lin Yuan looked at Chen Baisong 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 in many nearby villages and towns will come to Gaoyou. Some are watching Gaoyou have a better life, and some are here when they are fleeing. Lin Yuandu Received it.

There are never too many people. Young and strong men can serve as soldiers, old, weak and sick as logistics, while women can grow and weave.

Of course, soldiers have to roll up their trouser legs and go to the ground when the farm is busy.

Otherwise, there is not enough manpower.

The granary cellar has also been newly repaired.

Lin Yuan was almost stunned by the amount of grain in Gaoyou and Taizhou after no longer sending grain to the court.

After all, there are a lot of saline-alkali land in Taizhou, and the low grain output is also expected, so Lin Yuan was surprised to see the output reported to him, it was much better than he thought.

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

The farmers here have been serving crops for a lifetime.

After Lin Yuan took 50% of the tax, the grain left by the farmers was enough for them to eat for more than a year without straining their belly.

The more food he has, the more secure Lin Yuan feels.

However, there are also many new demons in the city. Many of these people are foreign accents, posing as businessmen, or posing as people nearby. They are not necessarily sent by the court, and may also come from other forces.

The rumors that Lin Yuan is king is probably also contributed by them.

Lin Yuan said to Chen Baisong, "Do you think it is good for me to call the king?"

Chen Baisong said with indigenous thinking: "Naturally, then it will be justified."

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "What then?"

Chen Baisong did not understand: "What then?"

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

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

Lin Yuan sighed.

Chen Baisong is loyal and a natural war creature, but other than that, he looks a little stupid.

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

Chen Baisong sat aside, his sitting posture was very casual, his legs spread out, and Da Ma Jinge sat, he said: "I listen to the young master."

Lin Yuan was helpless.

Chen Baisong said, "Do you need me to deal with those people?"

Lin Yuan shook his head: "No, now let's start fighting and startling snakes. Wait a while to 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 were among those who came over.

Their purpose is still unknown, but they will naturally appear in front of them when it's time to emerge.

"The letter Jia Fuqing sent out has been read by Hongsiu." Chen Baisong said, "The letter says that he will convince you soon."

Lin Yuan nodded: "You tell Hongxiu, you will continue to drag it."

Chen Baisong suddenly said: "Change someone to find her."

Every time he saw the red sleeves, the red sleeves would stick up.

Although he knew that Hong Xiu didn't want to do anything with him, he just habitually fucked with the man who appeared in front of him.

But Chen Baisong felt uncomfortable, and he didn't know what it was for.

Lin Yuan nodded: "Okay, I'll ask the 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 refused to contact them.

Now think about it, love between men and women can never be managed.

There was originally the crime of adultery, but it turned out to be adultery. As long as there is a relationship between men and women, it has never been easy to control.

Modern pornography hasn't been done for so many years, and it has not been able to stop it.

Furthermore, if Yang Zian really happened to one of the prostitutes, there would be no way to say from his standpoint.

After all, they weren't forced by Yang Zian.

Lin Yuan sighed.

Fortunately, Yang Zian is the most popular.

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

What a mess.