At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 135 Xue Changqing's Letter of Submission

this year.

There were no major wars in Xiliang.

The Northern Wei Dynasty was seriously injured in the battle last year and it is impossible for it to move south in a short time.

Most of the cavalry from Xiliang were transferred to Shangdang and Qimen Pass, where they harassed the Northern Wei while using the Three Shatuo Guards as a base to eliminate the miscellaneous Hu tribes on the grassland.

Gu Yun, the governor of Shangdang County, was responsible for building the city, while Shi Qing, the deputy governor, was responsible for fighting.

The spring ploughing in the state was followed up by the Animal Husbandry and Agriculture Bureau, so Xiao Han, the governor of Xiliang, had quite a lot of free time.

He made inspection tours every now and then, and spent most of the rest of his time in the general's mansion, practicing martial arts and handling official documents sent from various places.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of June.

Qingyao has copied all the sword manuals in the Modao Hall.

"General, this is the last one hundred volumes of the sword manual."

The sun is high in the sky, and warm breezes are blowing in the courtyard, with swaying bamboo shadows and rippling blue waters.

Inside the pavilion.

Xiao Han was fishing by the railing, and Qingyao felt a little uneasy.

"Have you finished copying all of them?"

He never looked back.

"Ah."

“I have copied all of them.”

Qingyao nodded.

"Have you memorized all the sword manuals?"

Xiao Han asked.

"No."

Qingyao shook her head: "There are too many sword manuals, and I just copied them and didn't remember them."

"I will give you three months to memorize all the sword manuals in the sword grinding hall, without missing a single word."

His tone left no room for doubt.

"Is there a problem?"

"No."

Qingyao said this, but she was muttering in her heart: "Who can remember so many sword manuals?"

Xiao Han seemed to be able to read minds, and said calmly: "If you scold me, I will throw you into the ice cellar in the mansion."

"No, no, no, I didn't curse the general."

Qingyao hurriedly explained.

There were two previous times when Xiao Han threw her into the ice cellar because she did not finish copying the sword manual on time.

Stayed overnight.

Qingyao still has a shadow in her heart.

After he left, a figure came over, his green robe rustling in the wind.

"Such a good formulation, but it's a bit lazy and needs to be pushed."

Xiao Han said to the person who came.

Xue Changqing sat on the ground and took out a pot of wine from his sleeve. There was less sadness in his face than when he first entered the general's mansion.

"The princess's inner strength and sword energy are improving rapidly."

Xue Changqing opened the cork, leaned against the railing, took a sip of Bamboo Leaf Green, and said, "Your method is really effective."

"Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Xiao Han raised his eyebrows: "My swordsmanship is not among the top three in the world, but it can be ranked among the top ten."

"It's more than enough to teach Qingyao."

"Ms. Miaoyu asked me to go to Wudang."

Xue Changqing asked: "What are you going to do?"

"The internal strength of the Wudang master has been destroyed."

He asked, "Are you sure?"

"Wang Chuyi?"

Xue Changqing's face was solemn.

"Ah."

Xiao Han nodded.

"He is Xie Xuanli's hidden man. If we can kill him, we will kill him. If we can't kill him, we will seriously injure him or even destroy his cultivation."

"a bit difficult."

The most romantic man in the world raised his head, drank the wine in the jar, then stood up and left.

"But I can try." As soon as the words fell, the person disappeared.

Originally, Xiao Han planned to ask the Demon Sect or Longhu Mountain to make this knife, but both Nie Si Niang and the old Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain were extremely slippery.

Not to mention whether they are willing to do it, even if they are willing, there is no 100% certainty.

Although Wudang has been in decline in recent years, it has been almost suffocated by the pressure from Longhu Mountain and has been forced to live in a corner, with only the support of Zhenbei Hou.

But a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and Wudang still has some foundation that not everyone can control.

If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. If you want to do it, then solve it with the force of thunder and lightning, like a landslide, without giving Wudang any reaction.

Instead of looking for the Demon Sect and Longhu Mountain, it is better to let Xue Changqing go there.

Even if he became the most romantic person in the world and took refuge with him, he would still give himself a letter of allegiance.

Only Xiao Han has the courage to use the Wudang leader as a token of his allegiance.

You know, he is the leading figure in the Central Plains martial arts world.

A few days down.

Qingyao didn't see Xue Changqing in the Grinding Hall, so she went to find Xiao Han.

"General, where did the person who comforted Mr. Qingyi go in the Grinding Hall?"

she asked.

"I went out for something."

Xiao Han: "Have you memorized all your sword manuals?"

"No."

Qingyao shook her head.

Have you forgotten the rules of being a slave again?

He stared.

Qingyao was so frightened that her pretty face turned pale.

"Would you like this general to help you learn your lesson?"

"no, I'm fine."

She shook her head repeatedly, "I won't ask anymore."

“I was frightened.”

Miaoyu walked in, patted Qingyao on the shoulder, and consoled her: "The young master is just trying to scare you."

He immediately hid behind Miaoyu and sneaked out of the room.

"How is the war in Shangdang?"

Xiao Han's complexion returned to normal.

"It went very smoothly."

She said, "In seven days, we won three battles and three victories. Those grassland tribes fled in panic."

"Deterrence is secondary, and surrender is primary."

"As long as these grassland tribesmen are given a taste of the sweetness of farming, they will no longer think of herding."

"All those who surrender will be sent to Xiapi to cultivate fields and dig canals."

Xiao Han felt that he was slowly evolving into a land-clearing and grain-hoarding maniac. He madly reclaimed land, built villages, and dug canals.

Not to mention anything else, but during the spring plowing in Xia Pi this year, 300,000 acres of land were reclaimed, although it was not considered good land.

But with just a few years of care, fertilizer and irrigation, the crops grown on these fields will grow better and better.

With the help of the Yellow River and the Shule River, and by digging some canals, Xiao Han is confident that he can transform Xia Pi into something that is no less powerful than Xiliang.

"Let the business travel offices of each county go to the Central Plains more often. The cattle and sheep in the sheep farms should be sold. We should send some of them to the Central Plains and exchange them for food, salt and iron."

He said: "Reclaiming land and growing crops is a big deal, but business cannot be left behind."

"Don't worry, sir."

Miaoyu took out a memorial and said, "Lord Xiahou has already drafted a plan for Xiliang's development in the next few years with Lord Pan and the officials of the prefecture government. Young Master, please read it. If you are not satisfied with it, you can ask them to revise it."

“There is strength in numbers.”

Xiao Han sighed, then took the memorial and started reading it. After an hour or so, he finally finished reading the entire memorial carefully.

have to say.

This memorial was written in great detail, with detailed plans for both land reclamation and business development.

He took the governor's seal, stamped it on the memorial, and asked Miaoyu to send it back to the provincial government office, which could then be distributed to various counties.

"I haven't been to the dungeon in a long time."

He stood up and stretched, "Let's stretch our muscles today."

"Good Yu'er, have you found any new stuff in the dungeon in the past two months?"

"there's a few."

Miaoyu thought for a moment and said, "One of them is an elder of Dianbing Mountain, with a cultivation level of half a step into the Heavenly Realm, and a body of hard training, extremely domineering."

(End of this chapter)