System Blessing: The Young Master of the Dong Family and Diao Chan's Fate

Xing Daorong pounded the axe on the ground and asked seriously.

"..."

“It’s not impossible!”

"Just remember to remind me next time."

Cai Mao touched the hot blood on his face.

"My Lord, I was inconsiderate!"

Xing Daorong bowed and admitted his mistake.

"Well, you don't have to be afraid."

"We are the imperial army. You surrendered very quickly this time, so I, Daqian, will not make things difficult for you."

"Who here has the right words?"

Cai Mao glanced at the officials in Shu one by one and said soothingly with a smile.

"He...he...Pang Xi, who was just killed by your general, is very effective."

A clerk with a shifty look pointed at Pang Xi's body tremblingly.

"What a coincidence."

Cai Mao scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Ahem, yeah."

"Okay then, so that means no one can talk to you anymore, right?"

"Then from now on, my words will be effective. You just have to do as I say. If I am not satisfied."

"Dao Rong!"

The scene was a bit awkward. Cai Mao coughed twice and then spoke.

"Hey!"

Xing Daorong understood and immediately swung his axe, hitting a stone hard.

In an instant, gravel flew everywhere and sparks splashed.

After all, he is a general of a county, and the axe in his hand is quite heavy. Although his moves are a bit worse, he is still strong.

This really shocked many people.

"My general, Xing Daorong, is incredibly strong and has the courage to stand against any enemy."

"You saw that stone just now. If anyone dares to disobey him, think about whether your head is as hard as his axe."

Cai Mao raised his eyebrows at Xing Daorong with satisfaction, and then threatened everyone.

As a member of the aristocratic family, Cai Mao can be said to know how to deal with aristocratic people very well.

There is no point in being soft on these people. We should just kill them to scare them and then use force to deter them.

"We will definitely follow the orders of our uncle and will never dare to disobey."

Everyone bowed hurriedly, their original arrogance disappearing in an instant.

"You look quite abstract."

"It reminds me of a person, a man from Jingzhou. He is also very abstract."

"Generally speaking, abstract people have some intelligence. Just stay by my side and follow my orders."

Cai Mao paced back and forth and picked out the ugliest one among the crowd.

"Yes, uncle."

"My name is Zhang Song, courtesy name Ziqiao, and I am currently... a former official in the prefecture."

Zhang Song immediately smiled and bowed.

"I was right about you. You know the current situation very well."

"Now, immediately contribute 80% of the money you have plundered from the people over the years."

"Before the sun sets, I want to see your sincerity."

"If anyone dares to hide something, you can report each other. If the report is proven to be correct after investigation, the person who reported it will receive 30% of the family property."

Cai Mao did not forget the task Dong Yu gave him, and immediately said it out loud.

After he made this move, no one dared to hide their secrets in the hope of getting away with it.

After all, they don't believe in the greed of the people around them.

So many years of official career have taught them not to try to challenge human nature.

As the news of the recovery of Yizhou reached Luoyang, the whole government was shocked.

Of course, it wasn't a bad shock, but an uplifting one.

This means that the ten-year period of chaos, which began in 191 AD, the second year of Chuping, and ended in the first year of Wuping (201 AD), officially came to an end this year.

However, everyone knows that this period is only a temporary one.

Because all the lands from the heyday of the Han Dynasty have not been recovered, this means that the current Daqian is not a truly unified country.

The thoughts of our ancestors have always been conservative.

Bao means to protect the ancestral territory.

To guard means to guard the ancestral heritage.

The territory has always been larger with each generation. How can it be smaller with each generation?

Isn’t that disregarding our ancestors’ legacy?

Wouldn’t that make our descendants call us unfilial?

Inside the Imperial Study Room

Dong Yu was receiving the leader Zhang Lu who came from Hanzhong.