Liu Chuang, who was sitting at the bottom of Wei Ye, took the two documents from Tie Shan's hand, only looked at them briefly, and nodded:

This is also the proper meaning of the question, that is, if Wei Gong does not say it, we should also jointly write to Luoyang. However, in his humble opinion, chaos will start immediately, and if the soldiers are not strong, it will not be easy to send a letter to the DPRK and the central government, after all, it will not be urgent. Now that I think about it, the stability of Blackwater City is all due to the power of Wei Gonghu......"

Hearing Liu Chuang say this, Wei Ye also waved his hand with a smile: "Speaking of this, it is also because the official is too anxious, and the local righteous people are too eager to serve, so they have to deal with it like this, although there will inevitably be overstepping their authority during this period." However, when dealing with things before the army, you also have to talk about some power changes, even in front of a saint, you can say this reason!"

Liu Chuang and Wei Ye hit it off at this time, whether it was the situation of Heishui City's current semi-military management, or his personal safety, they all relied on Wei Ye's protection! As for the civil and military pattern of Heishui City at the moment, Wei Ye and Liu Chuang could also be regarded as an instant match - Wei Ye's hand was only an old turtle spirit who could be in charge of logistics, but Wu Zongyuan, who could be regarded as half a confidant, was to be put on the side of Li Daxiong's more than 200 Han military volunteers, and he was the supervisor of the army in the name of managing logistics, and he must not be moved lightly.

So to put it mildly, Liu Chuang is the best candidate to cooperate, firstly, Wei Ye is really lacking in his hands, and secondly, the officials with status in Blackwater City have been killed if they have not run away. Compared with others, Liu Chuang, who has a bit of friendship with Wei Ye and whose status is not low, is really powerful.

Listening to Wei Ye and Liu Chuang's coy posture above, the ones below were basically dragged out to fill the façade, and they used to be barely enough for a 200 stone to be considered a great little role, just looking at the nose and nose there, and dutifully acting as a human background. However, Liu Chuang's next words made these people shocked!

The county magistrate put his hand into his sleeve, and then took out another document, not a simple scroll but a thick silk book, holding it in both hands and handing it to Wei Ye: "On it, it is all the list of Zoroastrian industries and traitors copied by the lower officials. Now that Zhangye County is guarded by Duke Wei, the property of these traitors should be used as the expense of the army, and I hope that Duke Wei will accept it, and I can see everyone's sincerity!"

Wei Ye was reading the scroll above, and the façade officials below were all looking at each other, who didn't know that Liu Xianling got up from the sickbed in good spirits in the past two days, and took people around to search the house?

The property in Xicheng is basically ownerless now, and there is no politeness at all to seal and copy it, and even the sacrificial vessels and burial goods in the temple have not been spared. Several large families in Dongcheng, who have a more sensitive sense of smell, hemorrhage early, donated money and food, and were exempted from a lawsuit. But some people can't see the limelight clearly, relying on their strong status, they only take three melons and two dates to deal with it, so Liu Chuang is not polite, and invites Li Daxiong to the door......

After such a meal, don't say that Wei Ye's grass creation is not enough for three hundred soldiers in one department, even if Wei Ye organizes a battalion of two thousand military horses, this money, food, armor and staff are enough for him to squander.

After all, Zhangye County is the richest grain-producing area in Liangzhou, even if there is a lack of people and poverty in Xiliangdi, it is not as good as Guannei County, and the savings accumulated over so many years are a bit of a family background. Not to mention, the storage granary of Blackwater City is now the old man surnamed Wu under Wei Ye's hand!

As for whether Liu Chuang has a personal vendetta in the middle, and he has a good interest when he handles it, Wei Ye should not be able to see it. This is also a meaning of equal interests, anyway, I am not afraid that Liu Chuang will dare to cut off the big head.

In this exhibition scroll, Wei Ye saw that there was also a gift list attached to the silk book, he smiled and did not speak.

On that gift list, all kinds of precious gifts such as gold and jade, silk silk, incense and medicine, even the servants and servants were prepared. As for Liu Chuang's retribution, it is not counted in it, so if you calculate it, the profit is not small.

Although these gains are due to the no-man's land caused by the ghost plague in Bahram, and even the one-time plunder that followed, it is difficult to say whether there will be such opportunities in the future. But for Wei Ye, the benefits are not small - it takes some effort to convert these money and goods into general bonds.

However, compared with these predatory gains, the more critical things are still on the Taishou adjacent to Zhangye County. What is the attitude of these close neighbors towards this turmoil at this moment?

The scout riders who had been sent out had not yet returned, making Wei Ye feel that his vision had a sense of farsightedness.

Thinking of this, Wei Ye suddenly put away the silk book, and took the case: "The soldiers are in danger, without further ado, immediately send a rumor to Guzang City to report the situation of Zhangye County's rebellion." This joint recital will follow the path of the official and immediately communicate to the DPRK and the Central Committee!"

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At this moment, it was only three days and one night since Wei Ye pacified the Zhangye Qiang chaos. Guzang City, the state of Liangzhou, is still waking up in the thick cold fog that the cold wave has not gone.

The state troops defending the city were all huddled in the corner towers, surrounded by charcoal fires to keep warm. In this ghost weather, who is willing to stand in the fog and patrol? Whoever goes is raised by the little lady!

The firelight faintly came out of the corner tower, and there was a toneless humming in a paragraph:

"The drum of the tower is a watch, my sister wants to listen to the truth, come to knock on the door at night, why don't you open the door......"

"Zhang Laosan, everyone has been working hard all night, and you don't even have hot water, you still sing an egg!"

"This month, the chefs have deducted too much salt and vegetables from their side of the food, and their rations have been reduced by 20%. Our tun commander will celebrate Sima's birthday tomorrow, and he will not be in the army. Why don't we just go out and look for hair growth?"

These discussions were low, and as soon as they came out of the corner tower, they were scattered in the thick fog, and nothing could be heard. However, a few Han soldiers led the way, with two white-hatted parishioner cooks, carrying wooden barrels and basins, and walked towards the corner tower.

The small officer at the head, with a wide forehead and a high nose bridge, knew at a glance that he was from the Qiang people, and his face was cold, so he was a little bit of a head. The fireheads led the cooks and walked towards the corner tower: "Brothers, Shangguan compassionate everyone for their hard work at night, and sent a few of us to bring food to everyone." Hu cake, haggis soup, tube full!"

These Han soldiers, who had been blown by the cold wind all night, heard that someone was bringing food, and they all immediately came to their senses, dropped their weapons and rushed up. Just as you were fighting for me, you heard someone shouting: "Do it!"

Under this cold drink, the sound of harmony around him was loud, and nearly a hundred soldiers poured out of the city wall. In the flash of the sword, the heads of people rolled all over the ground, and before these Han soldiers died, they could only hear the sound of "Ahura Mazda!"