Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 326: The World is Full of Heroes
This winter, the north is not as cold as in previous years, and the area inside and outside the Great Wall is particularly quiet. Even under the premise of trade, some desperate herdsmen will gather together with some hungry Han people in the cold winter every year and become bandits.

These bandits are very troublesome because they are civilians. As long as the government cracks down on them, they will immediately return to their original identities, but once the storm is over, they will become robbers again.

Although they have been governing for many years, the border is vast and some places are really out of reach. However, in recent years, due to the relationship of mutual trade, especially after the grain, oil and coal from the south began to be sold at a fair price in the border areas, robbery has become less common.

But there are still some people. After all, some people make quick money, and it is really difficult to get them to get back on the right track.

Today, my old friend Ye Liangchen, who has not appeared for a long time, is the Ye Liangchen who guards Huangyaguan. He received a report from local people saying that horse bandits appeared around Huangyaguan and had looted four surrounding villages.

After Xiao Chenzi learned the news, he immediately called his lieutenant general and said, "Go and get this done."

The lieutenant general pursed his lips and said with some embarrassment: "Sir, this matter is not easy to handle."

"Why?"

"This gang of horse bandits has been entrenched here for many years, but they move without a trace and come and go at random. We have fought against them many times before, but we don't know how the news leaked out and they ran away completely."

Xiao Chenzi put on his cloak and went outside. It was already covered with ice and snow here, but after these days of operation, this small Huangya Pass has become better. It not only gathers people from many surrounding villages, but also trades with the Goguryeo region and the Khitan, Shiwei and other tribes. Now this place has become a small Jiangnan on the frontier.

What Xiao Chenzi wants at this stage is stability, stability and fucking stability. He will never tolerate any bandits or mountain robbers.

"Leaking the news? It's not that easy." Xiao Chenzi tightened the belt around his neck and said, "Go, surround all the villages that have not been robbed by the bandits, and select the strongest men among them."

"The last general takes command!"

That afternoon, the soldiers of Huangya Pass brought about three hundred strong men to Xiao Chenzi.

Xiao Chenzi didn't waste any words, he just walked up and said, "Those who have been horse bandits, come out."

Even a fool wouldn't come out if asked this question, but Xiao Chenzi obviously knew they would have this reaction, so he smiled and shook his head, then pointed at a few of them with the whip in his hand and said, "Go, drag these men's wives and children over here and bury them alive in front of them."

At this moment, the people here suddenly panicked and there was a commotion in the crowd. The few people who were named started cursing at the top of their lungs.

After a while, the wives and children of these families were all dragged over. Xiao Chenzi sat on a chair, took a sip of hot tea, and muttered quietly: "Fuliang's tea is still the best."

After saying that, he coughed and said, "Let's do it."

The soldiers began to dig a hole. The crying and shouting beside them became continuous. He didn't even continue to ask questions. He just sat there quietly and coldly.

Death is sometimes not scary. What is scarier than death is the process of waiting to die. What is even scarier than the process of waiting to die is watching your closest people waiting to die.

At this moment, someone lost his temper. He rushed out of the crowd and knelt down in front of Xiao Chenzi: "Sir, please spare my life, spare my life... I admit it, I am the horse bandit."

Xiao Chenzi nodded: "Okay, come, release his family."

The man and his family were released immediately, and he was immediately grateful, but Xiao Chenzi obviously would not stop there: "I heard the news this morning that you slaughtered Gaojiazhuang, Mulizhai and Lishanaozi, killing 75 people. This should be a crime of slow slicing. The punishment of slow slicing is to cut a total of 1,382 cuts on the body. So, if you don't want to suffer, report your accomplices. If you report one, I will cut you ten less. If you can report 140, I will spare your life."

The man hesitated for a long time, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he stood up amid the curses of his brothers behind him, turned around and began to call the roll.

After a few attempts, he was able to get more than 40 people to come out. Of course, these 40 people were not convinced, and some even asked Xiao Chenzi why he would listen to a horse bandit.

But Xiao Chenzi didn't care about that. He pulled the people who were pointed out into the pit and started to fill it with soil. Now they saw that he was serious, and although some people cried out that they were wronged, he didn't listen at all, and the shovel he used to cover the soil was almost sending out sparks.

Xiao Chenzi stood by with his sleeves gathered up, and said casually, "Wait, you all don't want to die, right? I have another idea, that is, you report the names of the other bandits to me, and sort out their positions in your bandit gang. I will kill them from top to bottom. Once you kill 75, the rest don't have to die. I will give you two hours to rank them yourselves."

Now that group of people was in a state of excitement. Xiao Chenzi kept coming up with new names, and there were quite a lot of people, not only Han people, but also Khitans outside the border and even Goguryeo people. He accepted them all.

In the afternoon, he sent several fast horses out of the pass. In the afternoon of the next day, New Year's Eve, the managers of Shiwei, Goguryeo and Khitan came with their people.

The people of the Khitan tribe still wanted to protect their own people, but Xiao Chenzi simply raised his horsewhip and hit the Khitan envoy in the face. In the middle of winter, he whipped the envoy with all his strength, and the Khitan envoy was covered in blood and his face was unrecognizable.

"Remember this, how on earth are you surviving now! If you want to survive in this small place, my rules are the rules. Bring your people up here!"

Xiao Chenzi swung his sleeves, his face gloomy: "If you still want to protect me, ask the leader of your tribe to come and talk to me! If you break the rules, I won't guarantee some things."

The envoys from several places did not dare to say a word. The only way for them to avoid being annexed by the steppe Turks was to rely on this Han pass. Without him supplying materials to their tribe and negotiating for them, the soldiers of the steppe would have killed them all long ago.

In the end, Xiao Chenzi picked out seventy-five people according to the ranking of those bandits, and buried them alive in front of everyone.

It is not over just to bury them. The horse thieves' fellow tribesmen or the horse thieves who were just reported must sing and dance on the ground above their heads and trample the ground tightly before it is over.

"Remember, killing someone means paying for one's life. I'll give you the ability to survive, but don't commit suicide like this."

After Xiao Chenzi finished speaking to the spectators, he flicked his sleeves and turned away. His movements were clean and neat, and they rolled up a large cloud of scattered snowflakes.

The lieutenant general followed closely behind him and asked in a low voice: "Sir, how did you know it was these people?"

"Use your brain. The bandits can't be too far away. Most of them are villagers from the surrounding villages. If you draw a circle on the map where they slaughtered people, you will find that it is less than 20 miles away. It's a good idea to divide the spoils on the spot after robbing and killing people and then go home for the New Year."

"I see. Your Excellency is wise. But those envoys..."

"Let them be. These useless people are eating and drinking my food. What kind of trouble can they cause? Don't forget that their life and death depend on my decision."

Xiao Chenzi sneered: "Go, tell the leaders of the eight tribes of Goguryeo that the Khitans need to be punished. These Khitans are not very honest."

"My subordinates will do it now."

Xiao Chenzi's residence here is quite high. He can lean on the railing and look out to see the entire Huangya Pass. This small pass sheltered under the Great Wall has developed from a dilapidated state to its current size in a short period of time under his careful care.

Although compared with a place in the south of the Yangtze River, it is just a drop in the bucket, and even not as good as those more famous checkpoints, Xiao Chenzi is not disappointed but ambitious. He knows that he has finally escaped from the shadow of that man in this small piece of land. Looking back, he is not that weak after all. The heroes of the world are no more than this.

Maybe it's not that he is useless. He is a scholar who has won the imperial examinations for three times and is proficient in military tactics, literary skills and martial arts. How can he be useless? It's just that some people are too dazzling. Xiao Chenzi admits this from the bottom of his heart. But the world is so big, he should shine his own way and not be contaminated by that guy. So now in this exile place, Xiao Chenzi is like a fish in water.

The world is so big, and it becomes the biggest without him. Be it these barbarians or the people around, the pressure of dealing with them together is not as great as the pressure of dealing with one person on the opposite side.

His mentality is actually similar to that of Chiang Kai-shek, who was entrenched in Taiwan. He was almost going crazy with self-denial until he heard the story of MacArthur, the most powerful general in World War II, and then he broke free from the vortex of self-doubt. MacArthur, the most powerful general in World War II, could not hold out for three years against a marshal, but he, Chang, could hold out against ten marshals for four years!
Isn't this a true marshal-level military strategist? What is there to be ashamed of?
This is Xiao Chenzi's current mentality. When he was in the south, he really felt that he might have to take someone an incense stick of time to do that thing. He was suppressed everywhere. He was trained by that guy for several years and then exiled to the border. But when he turned around, he found that the gap between the people he was dealing with now and that person was even greater than the gap between people and dogs.

Xiao Chenzi was alone here, making alliances and making deals as if he was in an empty space. He felt extremely happy and relaxed. When he encountered a problem, he would think about how that guy would deal with him, and then he would defeat the opponent without even using 100% of his strength.

Then apply the governance method learned from a place in the south of the Yangtze River here. With just a slight modification, it will be easy to deal with all the current problems.

Speaking of difficulties, could Huangyaguan be more difficult than the barren Xinping Township back then? Speaking of sparse population, could the vast land of Youzhou have stricter population management than Jiangnan Road? Speaking of trade, that place can do well in the heart of Wei, so how could it be impossible to do business near the border?
Besides, what Fuliang has, Dantu has, so Liangchen can do what that person can do, it's just a matter of quality and speed of innovation. But Liangchen has his own plan. If our quality is not as good as others', then we can sell it cheaper. Our own liquor is not that strong, so we can soak some medicinal tonic things in it. We can soak the ginseng from Goguryeo in the liquor and sell it to Shiwei, and soak the deer antlers from Shiwei in the liquor and sell them to Goguryeo.

When you have the best of both worlds, you will naturally make up for the shortcomings.

This was also taught to him by someone. Although Xiao Chenzi was very dissatisfied with that person, a real man should bend and stretch, and he should obey where he should. His tricks were not only effective, but also could create a cycle and achieve sustainable development.

In the evening, Xiao Chenzi sat at the table. In front of him were several senior civil and military officials. They were all people who could not go home. They sat at the same table drinking and chatting, which was quite pleasant.

"Everyone can have a good year this year, thanks to Lord Ye's hard work. In previous years, we didn't have such a good life. The soldiers on the border had a hard time..."

"That's right. After Lord Ye came, our lives have been like heaven, drinking wine and eating meat. Haha... In previous years, I never dared to think that as soon as winter came, his head would be stuck on the belt of his pants. Come on, come on, let's all stand up and toast Lord Ye."

"Okay, okay, colleagues, thank you for your hard work this year. I hope you will work even harder next year."

Xiao Chenzi raised his glass and stood up: "Tomorrow you will have to work harder. Follow me to prepare some food and supplies to give to the poor people in the surrounding areas. After the spring comes, I will find a way to move them into the interior of the pass. I want to open up farmland in Huangya Pass and raise pigs and horses."

All the officials raised their glasses and said, "Everything is at the command of Lord Ye!"

What was Xia Lin doing at the same time?

He squatted in the yard, holding Dong Niang's pants with one hand and vomiting all over the place. Today's theme was that everyone had a specialty dish, and Lao Zhang's specialty was stewed pork ribs with bean sprouts, but the bean sprouts were not cooked, and Xia Lin didn't notice that half of the basin was spilled. Now he has food poisoning and is squatting and vomiting. Dong Niang just fed him lime water, but his condition didn't improve much.

"If you vomit again, I'll feed you shit soup."

When Xia Lin heard this, he vomited even more miserably, with a wave sound...

The other person who was poisoned was Lao Zhang. He was squatting about five meters away from Xia Lin. He vomited very violently and his whole face turned green.

"Zhang Zhongchun, I'm going to fuck your ancestors..."

Xia Lin took the time out of his busy schedule to curse, but Lao Zhang was too busy to care about him. Not only did he vomit, he also vomited until his eyes went black and he sat on the ground, his face covered with saliva, tears and snot.

"Oh my... I'm dying..." Lao Zhang sat there and cried, "Help..."

At this moment, Dong Niang wanted to go get them some dung soup to drink, but Xia Lin hugged Dong Niang's legs tightly: "You can't go, you can't go... I would rather die than drink that..."

Finally, the princess had more face, so she hurriedly invited Dr. Sun over. Dr. Sun saw the state of the two gentlemen and knew what they had done. He shook his head and sighed, "Hey... drink some feces soup."

"I won't drink...I'd rather die than drink..."

The dung soup in winter is all sticky, and it tastes like a fucking smoothie. If you really drink it, you might as well die...

But fortunately, Doctor Sun is not Dong Niang after all. He does not have the only trick of feces soup like Dong Niang. He first asked them to feed them with mung bean water, and then they vomited it all out. Then he took senna leaves and Xuanming powder and took them.

Now, the two of them went from vomiting to vomiting and diarrhea. During this process, Doctor Sun gave them raw soybeans and raw mung beans, mashed them and added rice water to drink. It was not until midnight that they felt better.

The two of them lay there, looking like dead people, and their cheeks were swollen from vomiting and diarrhea. Doctor Sun started to feed them salt and sugar water, and the taste was so bad...

"Uncle Master, do you want to marinate them so that you can make the stew tomorrow?"

"Hahaha." Doctor Sun laughed when he heard what his nephew said: "All living things in the world come from water, but this is not ordinary water, it has both salty and sweet flavors. They are in such a state, what they need to replenish is this salt and sugar water, twice a day, strong sugar and light salt, they will be cured in three days."

At this moment, Lao Zhang was lying there gasping for breath: "I can't drink any more. If I drink any more, I'll die."

Xia Lin was still feeling nauseous and retching, but he didn't dare to vomit. If he did, he might suffer from electrolyte imbalance.

It was not until dawn that the two of them fell into a deep sleep. Narcissus, Chuntao and the two wives' maids took turns to take care of them, and the little princess even fell asleep directly next to Xia Lin. If you didn't know, you would think she was keeping vigil.

Anyway, when Xia Lin got up the next day, he felt completely exhausted. He was afraid of the cold and was sweating. His legs felt weak and he had no strength at all.

Old Zhang's condition was even more exaggerated. His whole body was swollen, with a dent when pressed. His face was swollen and shiny, and he looked like a pig with a rosy complexion. However, this rosiness was obviously not normal. After all, he had an electrolyte disorder.

After Doctor Sun came over to inspect, he forced Lao Zhang to drink a large bowl of salt and sugar water and then forced him to drink a large bowl of whole grain porridge.

Then they fed him ginseng and poured him carrot water, which was exactly the same as the New Year pig. Old Zhang was tortured to the point of being unrecognizable.

But Xia Lin couldn't laugh at this moment. He sat on the bed with his head down, looking at Old Zhang who was carried back, panting: "Zhang Zhongchun, fuck..."

"It's even." Lao Zhang lay there with tears streaming down his face. He wasn't crying, but because he seemed to be allergic to some medicine. After drinking it, his tear glands collapsed: "One person is poisoned once..."

After a while, Xia Lin laughed: "I really owed you a damn thing in my previous life."

“Same here.” Lao Zhang raised his head and adjusted his posture: “I don’t want to drink that water anymore. It tastes so disgusting.”

"I don't want to drink anymore."

At this moment, Dong Niang came over with a bowl and said coldly, "Everyone, get up and drink the medicine."

(End of this chapter)