After evacuating the enemy's warehouse, carry supplies through the disaster year

Many people don't have the essence of being an official and serving the people at all. It is impossible for Ziyu and Li Bai to make such people become county magistrates or magistrates as soon as they come.

The head of the fake Northern Emperor was sent to Luokou City by a small team of fast horses, and gongs and roads would ring wherever they passed.

"Xiao Yuanliang, the emperor of the northern kingdom, has a head, come here for a visit!"

The believers waited early for the place where the fast horse passed by, and it was a great joy to see the head of the man carried in front of the horse.

After all, not everyone can go to Yundu Yiguan to behead.

...

In Luokou City, Jiang Zifeng and Gao Feng read the official document signed by the emperor and the national teacher at the same time, and clapped the table to applaud loudly.

"On the sixth day of the lunar new year, you can rest assured that we will handle this matter, and you can just wait here!

I've wanted to do Xiao Yuanliang for a long time, you don't know how embarrassed he is now, I didn't expect to get a golden cicada out of his shell.

Now look at where he is going, I have to catch him and cut him [-] knives to make him a human pig. "

Jiang Zifeng thought that in the future, when the soldiers eat every day, they will put Xiao Yuanliang who has turned into a pig in the center.

Let everyone eat his current meal, and people will always remember the heinous crime Xiao Yuanliang committed.

"Brother Jiang, are you becoming more and more talented, or are you enjoying yourself on the border.

Being able to fight Xiao Yuanliang directly, we will not have that good luck, I am really envious! "

On the sixth day, he touched Jiang Zifeng's armor, looking extremely greedy, like a child who can't get his favorite toy.

"On the sixth day of the lunar new year, who doesn't envy you for being able to work with the emperor and the national teacher, we just don't have the qualifications to follow.

Let's talk about the strange things in Yundu, the emperor and the national teacher must have made a big show again! "

Several people flattered each other, and they also envied each other from the bottom of their hearts. It can only be said that each has its own way!

On the sixth day of the first day of the lunar new year, when he heard that he was going to talk about the strange things in Yundu, he talked about it endlessly, with a smug expression as if he did everything.

"You don't know that the palace will have an open day every month, and common people can make an appointment in advance to visit the palace.

Moreover, you can also bid for items used by the emperor or the national teacher, not to mention the small embroidery and second-hand clothes produced by the nuns in the palace.

Some merchants are eyeing this one specifically, and then sell it at a high price, and the buyers are going crazy. "

Chu Liu thought that when he was resting, he also sold the old clothes he didn't wear, and he could sell them for five taels of silver.

Although there is not much money, it makes him very happy. Old clothes used to be made into soles.

"No, brother, why does the emperor still have this trick.

Let me sort it out, the progress is too fast and I can't react. "Gao Feng scratched his chin thinking about the question and asked.

"Isn't the emperor afraid that someone will buy the clothes in the palace and pretend to be his identity to do bad things?
For example, the bodyguard uniform, if something happens, it will not ruin the reputation of the emperor and the national teacher! "

"Hey, there's nothing to worry about, the more old clothes are exposed, the more common people will understand that they are second-hand clothes that can be bought with silver.

That way, you will not be deceived by people with ulterior motives, and you will understand if you pay attention.

Our clothes are sent out according to the seasons, and the clothes of each season are slightly different. "Chu Qi said proudly.

If it is really possible for people to impersonate casually, the emperor will not let them sell old clothes.

Moreover, many clothes are sold only if they are damaged and faded.

Whoever is willing to wear [-]% to [-]% new clothes will not want them. They are all from hard times, and it is impossible to waste them.

Besides, both the emperor and the national teacher are frugal, so what reason do they have to waste.

On the sixth and seventh day of the first day, you talked to each other, talking about the fake Beidi parading in the streets, and the people kowtow to thank the emperor and the national teacher.

Several people were deeply moved and thankful for their firmness at the beginning, otherwise how could they have such a prosperous life as ordinary people.

...

Jiang Zifeng took Chu Liu to Huaide Mansion, and seeing the Huaide Mansion's mansion leaking from all sides in the cold wind, neither of them dared to go to the room.

They were afraid that they would accidentally collapse the house and scare Xiao Yuanliang away, where would they go to arrest him.

In order to let Xiao Yuanliang take a few more breaths, the two just hung the head on the ring of the government office gate, and then walked away.

Of course, go back and prepare for the battle. No matter how defeated Xiao Yuanliang is, he still cannot take it lightly.

Underestimating the enemy is a big taboo in leading troops to fight, the emperor and the national teacher often remind them.

...

Three days later, thousands of miles of snow drifted.

In the weather where dripping water turned into ice, on the border of Huaide Mansion where thousands of people disappeared, a group of white clothes that blended with the color of snow slid past.

The Huaide Mansion, which was half collapsed by the snow, was blown into the still standing main hall with the snowflakes the size of willow catkins sandwiched by the cold wind.

Xiao Yuanliang, who could only keep warm with tables, chairs and benches, was tumbling more than half of the pot of meat in the broken hanging pot that was burning.

Behind him was a half-remained horse, and even the bones were slowly chewed in his hands by the hungry man.

"Cha...cha!"

The shady Xiao Yuanliang had a beard on his face, silently sharpening his notched sword on the stone in front of him.

The subordinates in the dilapidated house stared at the meat in the hanging pot with all their brains, and their throats kept rolling.

Hungry and greedy, wishing to swallow the hanging pot in one bite.

"Eat, let me eat all of it, and after this meal, I'll kill my money." Gao Yuan, who had only one arm left, stared at the crowd with hatred.

"Break into Yundu, take the head of the emperor of the Great Xia Kingdom as a sacrifice to the flag, and avenge the blood hatred of tens of thousands of compatriots.

Uh……"

Gao Yuan, who hadn't finished speaking, fell straight to the ground clutching his throat, his eyes staring outside in horror.

A big mouth opened and closed, but a single syllable could not be uttered, and the people in the room rushed towards the weapon in the corner vigilantly.

"Shhhhhhhhhh!"

Rows of arrows rained towards the people in the house without saying hello, and an arrow that rushed towards the fire suddenly emitted a puff of smoke.

"No, there is smoke!"

Xiao Yuanliang only had time to remind him, then he swayed and leaned against the corner without strength, his heavy eyelids were unwillingly opened.

Seeing the blurry figure that was getting closer and closer, his head was cut off with a knife, and he couldn't even feel the pain.

This also made Xiao Yuanliang understand that people do not feel pain before death.

From the beginning to the end, Xiao Yuanliang disappeared from this world forever without even seeing what the other person looked like.

He didn't even know who the emperor of the Great Xia Kingdom and the national teacher were, let alone think that the Great Xia Emperor was a woman.

The northern emperor known for his brutality—Xiao Yuanliang, withdrew from the stage of history forever, and died in this desolate border without a name.

Xiao Yuanliang's troops who were wiped out, together with the head of the fake emperor, were burned in this dilapidated government office.

Jiang Zifeng, the sixth day, the seventh day, the tenth day, the thirteenth day, Gao Feng and others all showed relieved smiles as they watched the fire with added ingredients.

The Beimang tribe is like a heavy stone in their hearts, and if they are not destroyed, there will be no peace for a day.