Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

Lin Yuan once thought about his central team. This group of people should be the mainstay of the new world. He can tolerate people’s selfishness, even if they have power or desire for money and desires within other moral standards, as long as they can do it. For good things, you can understand Lin Yuan's ideas and practices, and implement them faithfully.

Under this premise, Lin Yuan felt that he was very tolerant.

Only now, he has doubts about his previous thoughts, especially when looking at Zhao Youquan, he can't wait to drive this person out of the tent.

This is because the desire for power and status on this person's face is too obvious, so obvious that it can be known at a glance.

To his disappointment, most people are like this.

They have ample knowledge, a broad vision, many things that ordinary people don't, and they are smarter and more flexible than other scholars.

But their use of their own advantages is limited to power.

Lin Yuan even felt that if one day he really established a court, these people would form gangs, try their best to fight against dissidents, and rob and share the power in his hands.

Zhao Youquan knelt on the ground, but couldn't wait for Lin Yuan to speak for him to get up.

He was a little flustered, thinking whether he had said something wrong just now, but in a moment, he understood.

He demonstrated in his heart the scenes when he met Lin Yuan countless times. At the beginning, he was an official, then he was an official, and finally...

He said his last claim.

The South Bodhisattva has not yet become emperor, he calls himself a minister...

Zhao Youquan's legs began to tremble.

But it's not all lifeless. If Nan Bodhisattva has the idea of ​​becoming the emperor, then his self-proclaiming is just a flattery.

And in Zhao Youquan's view, it is impossible for Lin Yuan not to have the idea of ​​proclaiming emperor. If he does not want to be emperor, he does not have to go to this point. Isn't it safer to live in Gaoyou and wait for the court to call for security?

"From now on you will be the Minister of the Propaganda Department."

This sentence came from above, Zhao Youquan breathed a sigh of relief. He was promoted, which proved that he was right.

Zhao Youquan refrained from fear and thanked him in full anger.

Lin Yuan: "Go down and do your job well."

He has no real power in the Propaganda Department. In order to get promoted, he will always think of ways to make actual achievements. If he thinks in a good direction, the Propaganda Department may have new changes.

Lin Yuan gave him a chance, if he grasped it, he might be able to occupy a place next to Lin Yuan in the future.

Zhao Youquan left the tent. He exhaled a suffocating breath outside the tent. After entering the tent, he didn't even dare to breathe.

Before entering the tent, he can only be regarded as a small official, or the kind that has not been officially appointed. After leaving the tent, he becomes a real official.

At this time, Zhao Youquan has not realized that his official has no real power. After all, the Propaganda Department is a new department. Most people only know what they do to show off, but they don't know what powers they can enjoy.

Not long after Zhao Youquan left, Chen Baisong asked, "Master still needs to use him."

Lin Yuan smiled and said: "It's actually not a bad thing to have such a person. If he can go back to the right path, he can be regarded as a talented person, and he will naturally be able to use it. If he goes down the wrong path, there will definitely be a bunch of people around him. It saves my time and can kill all these people in one go."

Chen Baisong suddenly lost his words. He thought of his own barracks. Not all people in the barracks follow military orders. Some people have their own minds. Whenever he sees such a person, Chen Baisong will deal with it directly. The solution is also good. By keeping people, you can find more criminals.

It is more convenient than finding them one by one.

"Master is right." Chen Baisong felt that Lin Yuan was getting smarter and smarter, and he was a person who cried whenever something happened when he was a child.

He hadn't seen the young master showing a weak side for a long time, as if he had always been so strong, no matter what he encountered, he was calm and steady, giving people a feeling that everything was in his control.

Lin Yuan turned his head and asked him, "What news is coming from Xu Shouhui? What happened to the people who inserted it?"

Chen Baisong had an expression of "I really can't think of it if you don't ask." He probably also found that his performance was too obvious. He lowered his eyes and said, "I'll ask."

Lin Yuan sighed.

Chen Baisong was a little nervous, he felt that Lin Yuan was disappointed in him, as if he had not done what he should have done, which made him feel a little ashamed.

"This person Xu Shouhui..." Lin Yuan said with a look of pity, "Poor."

Xu Shouhui is similar to Han Lin'er, both are emperors with a fictitious name but no real power. Han Lin'er is controlled by Liu Futong, while Xu Shouhui is controlled by Ni Wenjun.

But Han Lin'er is better than Xu Shouhui, after all, Liu Futong has never thought of usurping the throne, and has always done his best to protect Han Lin'er.

Ni Wenjun wanted to pull Xu Shouhui down at any time to replace him.

Chen Baisong didn’t understand where he was pitiful. After all, Xu Shouhui was the emperor. Even if the emperor could only take refuge in a corner, there is absolutely no shortage of enjoyment. Chen Baisong glanced at Lin Yuan and thought, "The master said he was pitiful, then When he is poor".

Lin Yuan smiled and said: "You send someone to tell the people in Hanyang to make him work hard on Ni Wenjun, so if he wants to achieve great cause, I am willing to borrow troops."

In history, Ni Wenjun wanted to kill Xu Shouhui to usurp the throne, but he was defeated after the incident. He could only defect to Chen Youliang. Chen Youliang had a place in this history and replaced Ni Wenjun as the new power of the Tianwan regime. .

What if Ni Wenjun succeeds?Successfully usurped?Still relying on Lin Yuan's soldiers, when Lin Yuan just wanted to beat him, he would be better than others.

Even if Ni Wenjun knew that Lin Yuan was plotting wrongdoing, the huge benefits were in front of him, and he would never refuse.

Ni Wenjun is a gambler, and the gambler has always looked after his eyes.

He wanted to be the emperor, so Lin Yuan helped him.

Lin Yuan looked at Chen Bosong: "Do you understand?"

Chen Baisong has a lot of experience in fighting and has no political talents. He seriously asked, "Why do you want to help him? Tianwan has nothing to do with us. It would be good not to fight them."

Lin Yuan was taken aback, and finally understood Chen Baisong's brain circuit.

Chen Baisong's thinking direction is easy to understand. It is nothing more than: Borrowing soldiers to hammer Xu Shouhui—Ni Wenjun being the emperor—is not good for them.

Why do things that are no good?

Lin Yuan can only be a preaching teacher with his due diligence. He explained from another perspective: "Why can Xu Shouhui sit firmly on the throne? He has no real power in his hands, but Ni Wenjun has not dared to move. What is the reason?"

Chen Baisong said: "He is the emperor."

The emperor represents everything, he is the destiny of his destiny. Even if the people below know that he can't be the lord, they are still willing to support him, just like a sign.

"That's why Ni Wenjun's name is not righteous." Lin Yuan said again, "he overthrew Xu Shouhui, people's hearts are naturally unstable and turbulent, won't it be easier for us to fight again?"

Chen Baisong meditated, and after a long time he said, "Then why not just take advantage of the chaos and take advantage of the chaos and take a blow to take down Hanyang?"

Now it was Lin Yuan's turn to froze.

He looked at Chen Baisong dullly, and suddenly became excited. He grabbed Chen Baisong's rough big hand and said excitedly: "In ancient times there was a teacher with a word, but today there is a teacher with Bai Song!"

He cared too much about Chen Youliang, and he cared so much that it blinded his reason.

Yes, now is not the time for him to be weak. In the troubled times, he already has enough capital to end.

He has millions of heroes, has sufficient reserves of grain and grass, and has sophisticated weapons and ammunition. Why can't he just get off the court and can't fight them head-on?

He didn't even need to borrow troops, he only needed to get a kick when Ni Wenjun and Xu Shouhui were fighting each other, and he could take advantage of the fisherman's profit.

It's only April, and Ni Wenjun will start his army in September. He still has time.

Lin Yuan looked at Chen Baisong, his eyes had never been so enthusiastic.

Chen Baisong was shocked by him, not knowing why his words had such power.

Lin Yuan’s face flushed, which made him lose his previous calm and self-contained image. He was as excited as a hairy boy who saw his sweetheart. His heartbeat gradually lost its original frequency. He said to Chen Baisong, “I’m wrong. Up."

Chen Baisong looked stunned.

Lin Yuan laughed: "I underestimated myself too much."

Chen Baisong calmed down with a question mark on his face.

Lin Yuan, who was so excited that he could hardly hold on himself, stood up, and the young master stood up. Naturally, Chen Baisong could not continue to sit, but could only stand up.

Lin Yuan hugged Chen Baisong. He needed someone to share his feelings at this time. His breath sprayed fiercely into Chen Baisong's ears, his voice restrained from excitement, almost a little nonsense.

"You're right." Lin Yuan hugged Chen Baisong tightly, "Why am I so stupid? Why should I follow the established path? I can change direction, I can take another path, the butterfly's wings have already flapped, I Why follow the path before the fan?"

Chen Baisong: "..."

He really didn't understand a word of what the young master said.

Lin Yuan released his hand, he took a deep breath, with a sudden and hearty smile on his face, as if the previous haze was swept away.

"I have to go for a walk and blow the hair." Lin Yuan said to Chen Baisong without looking back, and then left the tent.

He stood outside the tent, ambitious, as if thousands of miles of picturesque rivers and mountains were before his eyes.

It's time to recruit Song Shizhao and Robben, he still has time to make adequate preparations and not give Ni Wenjun and Xu Shouhui a chance to react.

In the tent, only Chen Baisong stood alone with a dazed expression. He touched his ear. The ear that Lin Yuan was facing when he was speaking was red and hot, as if it had been burned by fire. He drank it. A cup of cold tea, I sat back on the chair, but the heat in my ears has not subsided.

Chen Baisong sat for a while, then stood up.

Not only did his ears fail, but his fingertips were also red now. He looked out of the book and felt that he should also go for a walk and blow the hair.

The best is cold wind.