Beiyang new warlord

Unprecedented respect, whether it is the man who is nailing the roof or the women and children who are cooking food, they all put down the work at hand. When Mao Jue's personal guards rode over, everyone bowed and saluted with gratitude from the bottom of their hearts. .

"General!"

"Meet the general!"

To be honest, no matter in the previous life or in this troubled world, Mao Jue felt that he was an indifferent person, so he could impersonate Houjin without hesitation, defeat Li Chaojun who was also an ally, and be a robber without guilt. He looted the entire city of Wa country, and even those soldiers under his command who were born and died, many times Mao Jue only used them as a tool to save his life.

But here, he really felt the feeling of being respected, needed, and being the savior of everyone, the backbone. He nodded seriously in return.

In the center of this temporary village outside the city, more than a dozen leaders rushed over to greet them. The one in the front was a tall man with the appearance of a scholar. Although his robe was covered with patches, it was obviously washed clean. The hair is also neatly combed. When a person is proud, it is easy to keep his appearance clean, but when he is down, it is very rare to be able to keep his appearance clean. This is how people treat life and work very seriously.

But this scholar also paid a price for this attitude. Among these people, he is the thinnest one, with high cheekbones, and a pair of eyes that are extraordinarily thin. He looks a bit like an alien, but even so , he is still as loud as a bell, full of confidence.

It was a standard handcuff fist, and the scholar took the lead in bowing respectfully.

"Fan Wenju, a student from Fushun, pay my respects to the general!"

"Meet the general!"

"Get up!"

Turning over from the horse, Mao Jue gave him a little support, and immediately clasped his fists.

"The relief of the Liao people went so smoothly, thanks to all of you, I would like to thank all of you!"

"The general's words are serious! We, who are floating and rootless people, have received the mercy of the general, and we are already thanking God. How dare we claim credit for such a trivial matter?"

Although it is beautiful to show kindness without repaying it, Fan Wenju and others are so grateful, it still makes Mao Jue very comfortable. After nodding, he waved to the soldiers behind him. Those guys responded and started to put some boxes here Lifting it up, it was opened under the amazed eyes of those Liao people. Boxes of heavy firecrackers wrapped in straw and hanging bayonets that were rust-proofed with nitric acid came into view of these people.

Pulling Fan Wen and raising a few sleeves, Mao Jue pulled them aside, took out more than a dozen books from the small box he was carrying, and opened one casually, the dazzling golden light inside immediately made these people in charge It's one of tight breathing.

Each page is sandwiched with a gold leaf!

The gold leaf in martial arts novels actually existed in ancient times, but it is not a leaf shape, but an extremely thin gold leaf that has been beaten. The value of gold is ten times that of silver. In this era of inconvenient transportation and no banks, Merchants traveling north and south often make such gold leaf clips in books for the convenience of carrying.

He got a lot of gold in Wa country, and Mao Jue was well educated.

"General, what do you mean?"

After being stunned for a moment, the scholar Fan Wenju quickly pushed the book away as if he was afraid of burning his hands, and waved his hands hastily.

"It is already a great favor to receive a bite of life-saving food from the general, and Xiaosheng and others would never dare to accept this!"

"Not for you guys!"

Mao Jue closed the book with a smile.

"Master Sun Yuanhua and Sun will be able to return to Dengzhou City tomorrow. After the approval of Guan Wen, I will continue to go to the south of the Yangtze River to worship my ancestors and get married. I can't follow you here to help and recruit soldiers. These 2000 taels of gold are for your travel expenses. , Ben will need you to hire ships to transport the Liaodong folks who are willing to serve as soldiers to Tieyi."

"Shandong is huge, and there are still many Liao people living in Ludi. To recruit them here, you need to spend money, and now the world is chaotic and gangsters are rampant. I'm afraid this little money is not enough!"

"General, then, aren't you afraid that we will take the money of the general and run away?"

Still not daring to take it, Fan Wenju was still waving his hands there, while Mao Jue smiled and stuffed the book into his arms.

"We are all Liao people! We are all strong men, this general, trust you!"

People in this era are still simple. Scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen all uphold a letter of faith. Even if businessmen play tricks in competition, most of them will not shoddy, let alone these scholars who read sage books.

Of course, what we are talking about here is the lower-level scholars, except for those local clans who form cliques for selfish interests, and those old fritters who have been immersed in officialdom for many years and have been polluted by various unspoken rules.As Mencius said, human nature is inherently good, and many officials still want to be good officials when they enter the officialdom. However, people can't help themselves in the Jianghu, and the general environment makes it so. After more than 200 years, the Ming Dynasty has been hard-won.

Scholars die for their confidantes! Mao Jue trusted so much, Fan Wenju's voice trembled a little, holding the book in his hand, and after a while, the thin scholar bowed heavily.

"Don't worry, the general, the students will be smashed to pieces! I will live up to the trust of the general!"

It is really faster than the cumbersome Ming Dynasty. I don’t know how many times the efficiency. On the same day, the two thousand firecrackers given by Mao Jue, and more than fifty tiger squatting guns have been distributed. People are different. When they heard that Mao Jue was serving as a soldier, tens of thousands of Liaodong men almost jumped up. In the end, the Dusi surnamed Yuan followed the previous method of selecting soldiers for the Liao army. Many people don't know how to fire a gun, but they are already holding a bayonet and a gun, standing guard on the outskirts of this shack.

There is no fear of the local Tu people coming to grab food.

And in the evening, Mao Jue also negotiated with a dozen local ship owners. Yang Mengzi and his first batch of two or three thousand Liao people also boarded the ship that went north to Liaodong and returned to their hometown.

To win the loyalty of his subordinates, it is not as recorded in the Romance, when the tiger's body shakes and the bastard's anger is released, civil servants and military generals bow to their heads. To help these tens of thousands of Liao people, Mao Jue spent at least hundreds of tons of food, tens of thousands Two silver coins, but looking at the busy Liao people's camp under Dengzhou City, it is not a little bit more distressing than the silver Mao Jue spends.

Just when he was fascinated by watching, Mao Li, the captain of the personal guard behind him, ran up the city wall full of excitement, his face seemed to be glowing, and he cupped his fists and bowed down to Mao Jue.

"General! Sun Yuanhua is finally back!"

Chapter 168. Mao Jue goes to the south of the Yangtze River

I didn't have a good impression of Dongjiang Town. Mao Jue didn't see Sun Yuanhua after all. This dead old man just sent his eldest son and grandson He Dou to approve the official documents going south for him, and then sent Mao Jue away like a plague god. It made him try to settle accounts with him for the old man's deduction of 4 to [-] taels of money for burning and burying him last time, but he failed.

"Damn it, just spend money to feed the dog to keep it safe!"

Standing on the poop of the Black Pearl, Mao Jue gritted his teeth angrily, knocking on the railing with his old face twitching and yelling.

It's rare to see my young master go crazy in such a funny way, Su Yi behind her laughed like a flower, but before she finished laughing, Mao Jue's distraught voice came again.

"The Lord is worried about the humiliation of the minister! Su Yi, I will return to the room later, and the young master will reward you with a hundred slaps to calm down!"

The smile froze on her little face, and in the next second, Su Yi blushed so much that she was about to bleed. For some reason, her young master seemed to have changed a lot when he set off. The hot eyes made her feel terrible, but the thought of really going That shy look, raised her buttocks, made Mao Jue slap her up, and Su Yi felt that half of her body was numb again. A girly heart couldn't stop bumping into the deer, stomping on her little boots to escape The general ran down the bridge.

When this Mao Jue was molesting the maid, he didn't know that the eyes on the other end were also staring at him.

"Is this really a battleship from the Dongjiang River? Is Mao really willing to spend money on a battleship?"

Unlike those scholars of the Ming Dynasty, Sun Yuanhua is one of the rare people in this era. Like Lin Zexu in the late Qing Dynasty, he was open-eyed to see the world. With Western learning, he, Xu Guangqi and others were the first batch of scholar-bureaucrats in Ming Dynasty to accept the West.

It's a pity that this character in history is because of Kong Youde and Li Jiuzheng's Wuqiao mutiny. He was defiled by Wen Tiren and was convicted and beheaded of the capital. I was stumped stupidly.

In fact, it is no wonder that Sun Yuanhua hates Mao Jue so much. In the past two years, Mao Wenlong has not done anything good. He is very active in asking for salary, but after the attack, Jin's war has become more and more careless. In the eyes of a pragmatic official like him , Dongjiang is a complete waste of money.

The old guy's beard fluttered in amazement. Such a big sailing battleship even surpassed the western running ships he had seen. Seeing his surprise, the master next to him smiled and cupped his fists.

"My lord, not only did you spend money on this battleship, this Mr. Mao is also very generous. In the past few days, he has moved thousands of shi of grain to help the poor people of the Liao people outside the city! It is said that he even gave them a thousand taels of silver. Let them go back to Liao!"

His face became treacherous, and his two thin beards were upturned like a mouse, this Shaoxing master lowered his head in a low voice, and clasped his fists flatteringly.

"Do you want my subordinates to find a few people to go there, let those poor ghosts in Liaodong get to know each other, spit out some money and food, and honor the master?"

"Back to Liao?"

These words made Sun Yuanhua's eyes light up, and then he frowned and shook his head.

"Does he have such a big place in Dongjiang?"

After holding his chin for a moment, the old guy suddenly waved his hand.