In the lobby of the Tun Army Marshal's Mansion, Feng Dingzhong was gathering to discuss matters, and the four major Tun army commanders in the east, west, north and south were all sitting. After Commander Feng was appointed as the commander of the Tun by the court, the position of the commander of the Anxi Tun was taken over by Zhao Daliang, the commander of the Annantun army Fu Xiangyi, the commander of the Anxi Tun army Fan Liang, and the commander of the Anbei Tun army Zhou Chuanyuan.

In that year, the three commanders of the Tun army, Wu, Ji and Zheng, made trouble and were dismissed by the court, and Emperor Su issued an order to put the affairs of Tuntian under the jurisdiction of the government. Last year, the Tun army helped the army drive away the Western Regions coalition army, and the court ordered the Tun army to be upgraded, set up a tun commander, and set up four major tun army commanders, military affairs were under the jurisdiction of the Jingluo government, and civil affairs were handled by the government.

"Everyone, the government has sent an official letter asking us to clean up the fields, what do you think should be done?" Feng Dingzhong sat behind the handsome case, and glanced at the commanders on the left and right, full of majesty.

Zhao Daliang is his cronies, and he is very open in front of his old boss, and said with a smile: "According to me, the court is full and has nothing to do, our army pays the court 2.5 million stone grain every year, and the military food of the Anxi camp depends on us, and we also sent a bird official surnamed Pan to check the acres of fields, I heard that this surnamed Pan is an ungrateful guy who once betrayed Lord Jiang." The Son of Heaven sent him, obviously because he didn't trust Master Jiang, if he dared to come to us, let him enter with a white knife and come out with a red knife. ”

Feng Dingzhong glared at him and shouted: "Presumptuous, Zhao Daliang, you are an official of the court, how can you be untrustworthy, how can you doubt the will of the Son of Heaven, and you can't stop talking." ”

A few people here don't care, when soldiers eat food and exchange their lives for money, there are really few people who take the emperor's order very seriously. Fu Xiangyi was cautious, and said after deliberation: "Zhou Tingshi issued an official document ordering the army to check the acres of land, if you ignore it, it will not refute Lord Zhou's face." In my opinion, it is better to report some acres of land, and everyone can get by on the face. ”

Fan Liang said with a smile: "Brother Fu is too careful, Brother Zhao also said just now, the surname Pan will never dare to come to us." Besides, how could Lord Jiang let Pan Heyi attack Tuntian, Tuntian is an important task for the court, Pan Heyi wants to deal with Tuntian and affect the military rations of the Anxi army, can he afford to bear it. ”

Feng Dingzhong knew that the commanders of the four major tun armies had privately cultivated thousands of hectares of grain fields, and the Anxi tun army also had more than 2,000 hectares of land that had not been reported to the government to pay taxes, and they could save more than 2,000 taels of taxes and silver every year. Hecheng County is the main trade route with the Western Regions, the government is very rich, and everyone knows the relationship between Feng Dingzhong and Jiang Anyi, so no one has the idea to fight the Tun army.

Zhou Chuanyuan agreed with Fu Xiangyi's opinion, thinking that it was time to report a thousand acres of land and make up some silver. The four commanders of the Tun army under his command are divided into two factions, two to two, Feng Dingzhong is a little embarrassed, he is actually inclined to report some acres of land in his heart, after all, it is the will of the court, the first priority after the Son of Heaven takes power, the situation of the Tun army is good at the moment, don't lose the big because of the small.

Zhao Daliang saw Feng Dingzhong's hesitation, and said with a smile: "Feng Shuai, if you can't make up your mind, you just go to Huiye Mansion, meet Master Jiang, and ask him for an idea." ”

A sentence woke up Feng Dingzhong, Feng Dingzhong smiled: "Yes, I haven't seen Master Jiang for three months, so I just went to pay a visit." Zhao Daliang, you have people prepare two truckloads of new grain, see what fresh fruits, melons and vegetables are, and I will take them to Huiye Mansion tomorrow to give to Lord Jiang. ”

Feng Dingzhong hadn't left yet, and Pan Heyi arrived at Baqing Town first. Walking on the road to Baqing Town, Pan Heyi was intoxicated by the thick autumn colors. In front of you is red, yellow and green, colorful beauty, the harvested wheat field is still golden, and bundles of wheat straw are scattered in the field, which is the food of cattle and sheep; The fields carry the desolation after the harvest, and the birds that are startled by the sound of horses' hooves tell the joy of the harvest with their figures; The snow-capped peaks shine like jewels in the sun, the nearby poplar forests decorate the peaks with gold, and the clear river water passes through the gold, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds; Countless wooden houses are scattered between heaven and earth, and they are beautiful.

Pan Heyi sighed secretly, they all said that the scenery of Huazhou is beautiful, this magnificent beauty makes people feel broad-minded, this Baqing Town is just where the Tun army is stationed, I don't know what kind of beauty and law the famous Xiangxueju is, and when the errand is finished, I must have a good life in Huazhou, and I will not come to Huazhou in vain.

Baqing Town is very large, with restaurants, inns, and all kinds of shops in the town, and you can see and buy things in Hecheng County. Pan Heyi casually walked around the street, thinking about how to find out the true number of Tun Jun's acres.

After wandering around the street for an hour, seeing that noon was approaching, and still having no clue, Pan Heyi took Pan Heqi into a restaurant on the side of the street. Business in the restaurant is booming, and the seven or eight tables downstairs are almost full. Pan Heyi glanced at it and saw that they were all five big and three rough men, many of them were shirtless, stepping on stools, shouting and drinking, and drinking wine with bowls.

The man who led the way saw Pan Heyi dressed in a long shirt and behaved elegantly, and knew that he was a scholar, so he hurriedly led him upstairs and into the elegant seat. The bamboo curtain hangs down, blocking out the noise from the outside. After ordering four dishes and ordering a pot of wine, Pan Heyi and Pan Heqi sat opposite each other, busy and idle.

"Two masters, do you want to listen to a little song?" The bamboo curtain was lifted, and a pretty face poked in and asked, it was a woman who was singing. The woman was handsome and handsome, and her eyes were full of pleading, and her eyes were full of pleading. Pan Heyi was depressed in his heart, and he wanted to listen to a small song, and he was depressed.

Seeing the guest nodding, the woman lifted the bamboo curtain and beckoned behind her, "Dad, the guest let us in." "A man with a pipa entered the house, and the woman saluted Pan Heyi, the man did not say much, sat down in the corner of the house, the sound of the pipa was crisp and pleasant, and the pretty woman sang: "The threshold chrysanthemum is sorrowful, and the smoke and orchid are weeping and dew......"

In the first sentence, Pan Heyi knew that what the woman was singing was "Butterfly Love Flower" written by Jiang Anyi, this poem was written by Jiang Anyi to his wife, and the feelings were deep and graceful, and they were worthy of the name of the word immortal. Pan Heyi has heard the singers sing this song countless times in the green building, and on the restaurant in Baqing Town, he saw this country woman singing softly, a little less miserable and more playful and lively.

didn't wait for a song, someone outside the door cheered loudly: "Good singing, this delicate voice makes people itch to hear." The bamboo curtain was lifted high, and several strong men broke in. The woman who sang was startled, and hurriedly flashed in the corner of the room, crowded together with the man who played the pipa.

Pan Heyi was displeased, and shouted: "It's so rude, how can you break into the house, where is the store, where is the store?" ”

The man at the head was full of red, drunk, with his chest bare, showing his black chest hair, ignoring Pan Heyi, and laughing at the singing woman: "Little lady, we are not bad people, my general listens to your little song and sings well, please come over." As long as you please my general, there is silver. ”

The little girl was frightened, and shrank beside her father, shaking her head again and again, unable to speak. The man got up sneeringly, and said with a smile: "A few military masters, the little girl is timid, and she doesn't dare to serve the military master, please spare our father and daughter." ”

Pan Heyi was directly ignored, and the stuffiness in his chest was abrupt, and the bitterness, hesitation, and horror that had accumulated in his heart these days were vented out with a little bit of alcohol. Slamming the table heavily, Pan Heyi stood up and shouted: "The military ruffian who should be killed, molesting the people and girls in broad daylight, is there still a royal law?" ”

The man was stunned by Pan Heyi's words, turned his face and saw an indignant scholar, and asked inexplicably: "Scholar Wu, what did you say?" ”

Pan Heyi picked up a plate of vegetables and threw it at the man, scolding: "Shameless thief and soldier, can't you still say that you are a traitor?" ”

The little girl shrank in the corner and saw Pan and Yi helping each other, with a righteous face, her heart couldn't stop beating, and her eyes lit up.

The man didn't realize it for a while, he was hit on the left placket by a saucer, and a plate of braised sheep's trotters juice was poured on his body, and the man's newly made clothes were stained. Remembering that his mother-in-law had worked hard under the lamp for more than ten days, the man was furious and stepped forward to punch Pan Heyi. Pan and Yiwen were weak scholars, who could hold the man's fist, and fell backwards with a painful cry, and fell down with the seat behind him, slammed his head on the corner of the table, made a cut, and blood gushed out.

The little girl screamed, Pan Heqi grabbed Pan Heyi, and said boldly: "Why did you beat people indiscriminately and hurt my son-in-law, let's go to the government to fight a lawsuit." ”

The man pounced on the oil and water on his clothes, spat on it, and scolded: "Bad luck, the general asked me to invite this little girl to sing a little song, and caused such a thing, and I stained the clothes of the Sprinkler family, you will pay for it." ”

When the shopkeeper heard the news, he recognized the military man and said, "Huang Ye, you have drunk too much again, you quickly help Huang Ye to sober up." Saying that, he came to Pan Heyi's side, saw that there was only a small hole on his head, let out a sigh of relief, and persuaded softly: "This son, Mo is as knowledgeable as a military man, these people are very rude, I will send someone to invite Langzhong, you sit and rest first, this meal is mine." ”

Pan Heyi sat in the chair with his chest covered, secretly hateful in his heart, he was useless as a scholar, even if he had a thousand clever plans in his chest, he couldn't match a rough man's fist. Remembering that when he was in Jiangzhou, Jiang Anyi killed more than ten assassins in a row, and he was far inferior to him, the more so, the deeper his hatred for Jiang Anyi, Pan Heyi secretly gritted his teeth, this time he came to Huazhou Qingtian to pull Jiang Anyi off the horse.

Seeing that the matter had subsided, the man who played the pipa took the little girl forward to thank him. Pan Heyi made a small cut on his head, and the blood flowed down his cheeks, and the little girl had tears rippling and her heart ached.

Pan Heyi said peacefully: "Some little things, brother don't take it to heart, this girl, I scared you just now." Heqi, take two taels of silver to this girl, she sang that song very well just now. ”

The girl waved her hand again and again, refusing to take the silver handed over by Pan Heqi, watching Pan Heyi clutching his chest and frowning and coughing, and said to her father: "Dad, this son is injured, let's invite him to sit at home and rest for a while." ”

The man who played the pipa flashed hesitation in his eyes, and Pan Heyi said softly: "Will it be too disturbing." ”

"No, no, it's just me and my father at home, my family lives in the town, son, please come with me." The little girl smiled with tears in her eyes.

The man sighed secretly and said, "Son, thank you for your righteous action, if you don't think the family is rude, please come and sit at home." ”

The little girl led the way in front, and the man and Pan Heqi supported Pan Heyi left and right, and walked towards the west of the town. Pan Heyi coughed softly, but his heart was full of pride.