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Chapter 217
Li Xia put on his armor and saber, and walked through the garden path.

Behind him was Liu Jinsuo and more than ten people under his command.

A group of courtyard guards ran behind, but they ignored them.

Liu Jinsuo walked and watched, and suddenly let out a "wow", and quickly stepped forward to Li Xia's side, muttering softly.

"There is going to be a war soon, and this member is still courting prostitutes, so it seems that he doesn't take it seriously."

"is it?"

"My Liu Niang is raising girls, she can tell at a glance that the old man in this kiosk is not decent, and that pretty girl is not serious..."

Li Xia didn't pay much attention to Liu Jinsuo, and soon walked to the pavilion.

"Mr. Zhang, right?"

Zhang Yuanming's frosty face had already squeezed out a smile, but he froze when he heard the words.

Li Xia was even more rude than he expected.

Having said that, he still maintained his demeanor and said with a smile: "Old man Zhang Yuanming, I have met Li Xianwei."

Li Xia said with a businesslike attitude, "The two warehouses of grain in the manor are yours?"

"Li Xianwei used to like to joke, how could the food in the old man's house belong to someone else?" Zhang Yuanming stroked his beard and smiled, then turned his head and gave instructions to the maidservant.

"Come here, buy wine."

"No need." Li Xia asked, "How much food is in the warehouse?"

Zhang Yuanming pondered slightly in his old eyes, and said, "A thousand stones."

"Then you have twenty hectares of land?"

"No, no." Zhang Yuanming waved his hand and said, "It's just renting or mortgaging some fields. My husband's family is a scholar's family, and the arable land is self-sufficient."

"Really? I heard that 'Du Sui Grain Shop' in Syria is your business?"

"It's just selling the food stored at home to the hungry people at a low price." Zhang Yuanming sighed, and said, "The word 'to save the year' is taken from Yang Chengzhai's poem "Pity the Farmers", which says, 'I have endured hunger to survive the dying years, and I am even more worthy of the years. Run Tian Chang', Yang Gong and the old man's great-grandfather are close friends."

Liu Jinsuo was worried that Li Xia would offend someone, so he hurriedly asked, "Who is Lord Yang Chengzhai?"

Zhang Yuanming sneered slightly, and said, "Have you heard of 'Xiao He just showed her sharp horns'?"

"Have not heard."

"Yang Wanli, Lord Yang."

Liu Jinsuo scratched his head and asked, "He and your great-grandfather are friends, so what?"

In a word, Zhang Yuanming was furious and stared at Liu Jinsuo fiercely.

In the end, he threw off his sleeve and said: "Li Xianwei, what's the matter with bringing this vulgar person to the old man's house?"

"In the battle of the Mahu River, the Great Song Navy has been defeated, and the Mongolian army is about to attack, so food must be transported into the city immediately."

"Impossible." Zhang Yuanming didn't believe it, shook his head and said, "Old man..."

Li Xia turned her head and said, "Knowing that Yuanwai Zhang doesn't believe me, I specially brought a gift...a golden lock, show it to Yuanwai."

The box was opened, and inside was the head of a Mongolian soldier.

Zhang Yuanming's expression changed in astonishment, he took two steps back, pointed at the box, opened and closed his lips, but couldn't speak.

The old prostitute Yan Yunyun's eyes lit up in the pavilion, and his eyes swept over the bloody head, staring at Li Xia with a brilliant look.

She purposely whispered to attract Li Xia's attention, lowered her head shyly, and looked at her secretly.

Li Xia looked at Zhang Yuanming again.

Yan Yunyun originally wanted to hook up with this handsome county captain with a strong style.

But in the blink of an eye, Li Xia obviously didn't like her at all.

Yan Yunyun is used to going to the party, welcoming and seeing off, she knows this kind of emotion best, knowing that if she entangles, she will offend the other party, and thinking that she is more than ten years older than the other party, she has no choice but to withdraw her thoughts wearily.

She glanced at Liu Jinsuo again, she could see that he was poor, she frowned, and turned away, but she was still thinking secretly.

"This little county lieutenant is so strange. At such a young age, he is so used to Fengyue's behavior... How is it possible? Or is my mother mistaken?"

……

"Li Xianwei, the old man's food cannot be transported to the county town." Zhang Yuanming finally came to his senses.

Li Xia said: "Do you want to join the enemy?"

Zhang Yuanming raised his hand, forced himself to be calm, and said with a smile: "How about asking the county captain to discuss in detail in the study?"

"No. I'm here, not to discuss with you, but to help transport food. And for the sake of the lives of everyone here, they must be sent to the county town and various villages for resettlement."

"The county lieutenant is overthinking. The old man's Jiuqu Garden is heavily fortified, so he should be able to protect himself. In addition, I have a few words, please..."

Zhang Yuanming is still inviting Li Xia to the study, he has a lot to talk about in private.

But suddenly, Li Xia stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go, to transport food."

"County lieutenant, this is..."

With a pull, Li Xia threw Zhang Yuanming directly into Liu Jinsuo's arms.

"Alang!"

All the guards and servants around were exclaiming, but no one dared to step forward.

The moment he was embraced by Liu Jinsuo, Zhang Yuanming finally panicked.

He is not unintelligent, nor is he without calculations...but when the flames of war caught off guard, all calculations were useless.

He knew that many northern tyrants formed strongholds to protect themselves when Jin died, and finally became princes of Mongolia.

Whether he yearns for it or is helpless, when Sichuan and Shu are in peril, these are the people he can emulate.

However, a small county lieutenant pressed down with one hand, directly smashing this delusion into pieces.

This is Song, not Jin.

Song took over the power of town generals and governed the county with civil officials under the jurisdiction of the central government. There were only gentry, not powerful.

……

Li Xia escorted Zhang Yuanming and walked towards the granary.

Along the way, he looked at those guard yards, those walls, and felt it was ridiculous.

Self-preservation?When the Mongolian army is a bandit...

Li Xia is very familiar with the eldest sister of Zhang Rou's family, and she has also heard about Zhang Rou's formation of a village back then.

To put it simply, it is definitely not like Zhang Yuanming who built some garden pavilions and recited poems and poems every day.

"Open the warehouse and transport the grain."

Zhang Yuanming looked around, and saw many civilian husbands standing outside, it can be seen that Li Xia was determined to transport his family's food, and it was useless to say anything.

He was held down by those vulgar men, no matter how sad and unwilling he was, he had no choice but to shout: "Open the position."

Li Xia suddenly shouted: "Today, we will collect a thousand shi of grain from Zhang Yuanming's family, count it, and transport it to the county."

Zhang Yuanming was taken aback for a moment, vaguely thinking of something.

"Li Xianwei, let's have a private chat, okay?"

"No need." Li Xia turned his head and said lightly, "Your thousand shi grains will be transported into the county, and the landlord will make proper arrangements."

Zhang Yuanming stared with disbelief in his eyes, but the idea in his heart had been confirmed.

"You! You... I have more than a thousand stones! What are you going to do?! I have more than a thousand stones!"

"It's the one thousand stones you mentioned just now. The war is imminent, is it possible to blackmail the county?"

"You... you, you, you dare to rob me?!"

Zhang Yuanming was furious, his beard and hair were all stretched out.

"You know me……"

The next moment, Liu Jinsuo took something and pressed it against his back.

"be honest."

Zhang Yuanming was shocked again, filled with hatred, but dared not speak any more.

Li Xia was still very calm, and said: "Mr. Zhang, I didn't come to rob you. I came to protect your family. This is the truth."

He said, looking to the north.I don't know whether to talk to myself or to whom, so I said another sentence.

"We don't even know what it looks like outside the city of Syria..."

~~
Outside the city of Syria, there was a bloody storm.

"The painting boat rushes into Rongzhou in the rain, and the misty mountains cross Duruozhou."

Wulianghetai has marched outside the city of Syria.

From a strategic point of view, he wanted to go down the Yangtze River and join Tege Huoluchi, Dai Daer, Wang Dechen and other ministries to encircle Hezhou.

Hezhou is the top priority of the entire Sichuan and Sichuan battlefield.

He doesn't have much time to attack Syria.

This is the city of the dragon head of the Yangtze River that "embraces the Jinmin and dominates Yunnan and Guizhou".

Located at the confluence of the three rivers, the city is north of the Jinsha River, sandwiched between the Jinsha River and the Minjiang River.

The Mongolian army's strength could not be adjusted, so they could only shoot arrows at the city from the boat, which was not easy to capture.

But if you don't capture Xuzhou, go straight down the river. If there are still soldiers and horses in Xuzhou, attacking with the tail... It will be very troublesome.

Wulianghetai then stationed troops in the open area on the south bank of the Jinsha River, and the navy attacked the city across the river.

While attacking Syria, they scattered out to scout horses to burn, kill and plunder.

His strategy is simple, as long as he can capture Syria.If not, the Song army will be severely defeated, food and grass will be robbed, and the Song army's ships will be destroyed.

The flames of war spread, Mongolian riders came out everywhere, and their cries shook the sky.

……

On November 24th, deputy Qianhu Nige led five hundred troops to explore the horse red army, three hundred Dali servants, more than four hundred captured soldiers and three large ships. A total of more than a thousand people went south along the Fujiang River.

They wanted to rob or destroy ships along the river, and uprooted counties and villages, and looted food and grass.

It was night, in Zhulong Village by the Fujiang River, there were screams, shouts, and laughter all night long.

Zana came out of a cottage, wiped the bloody scimitar, and ordered the servants to bring food onto the boat.

He turned his head to look at the entrance of the village, and suddenly thought of the eight Mongolian soldiers who were attacked by the Song army while hunting grain.

"Where did Song Bing come from?" Zana murmured.

They continued to move forward and entered the territory of Qingfu County...

(End of this chapter)