Zhao Feng still couldn't hold back after all, and opened his mouth to defend the eldest son: "Master, can you interrogate that attendant?"
Put it in the mouth of the eldest son, this is the witness.
If Wu Xian was silenced without interrogation, it would be hard for people not to think about it, even if he was as loyal as Zhao Feng, he would still want to complain.
"Of course I asked."
Zhao Feng asked again: "What did the attendant say?"
Wu Xian didn't want to say it at first, after all, the family ugliness of his brother Yan Qiang is not pleasant to say, but he still looked dark and said: "The attendant said that the second brother conspired with others to kill the boss."
"Then does the lord have the ability to use words to attendants?"
How could Wu Xian not use it?
But the result is interesting.
The attendant changed his tune.
"He bluntly said that there was nothing wrong with it, but that the boss was jealous of the second child, and set it up." Wu Xian almost laughed angrily when he heard the words, if the boss had such brains and schemes, he wouldn't be so mediocre. If he could do this, Wu Xian would look up to him instead.
Wu Xian: "Do you think I'm partial to the second child by silence?"
Zhao Feng was a little confused for a moment.
I heard my lord sighed as if he was tired and said: "That's why I said, let the boss not get too close to his uncles. Those uncles had already ruined their family business, so they used their brains to leave him. The benefit of the body. Over the years, the main courtyard has been secretly helping the natal brothers, and the loopholes in the expenses of the mid-feeding are getting bigger and bigger. I see it all on the boss and the second. But the boss still can’t figure it out. His few What can uncle do? The boss doesn’t even know if someone treats him like a knife. If you get close to vermilion, you’ll be red;
Wu Hyun's complaints are like pouring beans.
He didn't even know what evil he had done. He was good at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, so the eldest son he gave birth looked up to the pig. The second child is shrewd and most like himself, but it is precisely because he resembles Wu Xian that Wu Xian knows that the eldest is in danger.
But the boss only knows how to be jealous of the second child, and what about the second child? He had already seen that Wu Xian didn't like their mother's family, and he had drawn a clear line with the uncles who could only **** blood and sow discord.
Zhao Feng's CPU almost burned out.
"Then whose entourage belongs to..."
Wu Xian asked coldly: "You guess?"
Zhao Feng had an idea in his mind.
"Could it be... Second Young Master's?"
Wu Xian just replied with hehe.
Zhao Feng: "...Ke, Ke Yanling interrogated..."
The attendant may also confess the second son, it is too risky to do so. Furthermore, there are far more voices supporting the Second Young Master than the First Young Master, there is no need for him to make such a move...
Wu Xian's face showed rare tiredness and discomfort, hehe said sneeringly: "First, the interrogation of Yan Ling can't only tell the truth; second, the attendant told the truth. He didn't even know that he He is the second child, but he was ordered to take the boss to hear that passage that day. The boss has such a brain, why doesn't he think about it, how can he hide his strength from years of hard training and still make a jump on the second class? A second child whose talent and strength are far superior to his? Eavesdropping? Is he a vegetarian when he is the second child?"
It's like the brothers hiding things when they were kids.
The boss is slow in cultivation and grows slowly. He thinks that he has brought the East XZ to a secret place that needs to be stepped on to get there, and he is complacent, but he doesn't know that the second child who is a head taller than him can see it when he raises his eyes. Wu Xian is really going to cry because of this son.
Zhao Feng: "..."
Not to mention the eldest son, Zhao Feng didn't think of this either.
Wu Xiandao: "I've already beaten my second child."
Zhao Feng was slightly startled, the information revealed by Wu Xian's understatement of a few words was huge. If the matter was really directed and acted by the second son, he would not only intimidate the eldest son, but also play a trick of framing, but in the end the lord's response to this was just beating.
this means-
The lord favors the second son in his heart.
Wu Xian saw the subtle expression on Zhao Feng's face, and said helplessly: "Boss's quail-like temper is not suitable. It's just mediocre talent. After all, not every lord wants to charge into battle like Shen Youli. Outstanding, even if the boss is just an ordinary person, there will be people who will be loyal to him, but his temperament is also mediocre, and he is at the mercy of his uncle."
The second child is very good at winking.
is also very independent.
"...Dayi, if it is in a stable world, there is nothing wrong with passing the family business to the boss, at least he will not treat his younger brothers and sisters badly. Even if he has not made meritorious deeds, being able to hold on to the present is considered a glorious ancestor. But not now, if Zheng Qiao is overthrown, The Alliance Army of the Dragon Slaying Bureau has no consistent enemy, and the civil strife will only happen sooner or later. Can the boss convince the crowd?"
Zhao Feng shook his head when he thought of the eldest son.
As a teacher, he can't say anything against his will.
only-
"My lord is in the prime of life and is in his prime. It's still too early to think about these things. If the eldest son can understand the painstaking efforts of the lord and correct it, I think that he can grow as long as he can." Zhao Feng's words are not so bold, and even crossed the line. that line.
If Wu Xian cares about it, Zhao Feng will be reprimanded at the very least.
But Zhao Feng did not say this for the eldest son.
Wu Xianshu has many sons and daughters, and several of his concubines are also concubines of the Tianhai clan. If the Second Young Master can surpass the Eldest Young Master, those Young Masters may not have ideas.
The second son’s advantage over those concubine-born younger brothers is only one "concubine", and the so-called concubine-concubine, the gap between the two is the same, because their status and status came with Wu Xian, not with their mother. Since it is possible to disregard the etiquette and choose the eldest son who has been renamed as a legitimate son, but instead choose the second son, then it is also possible to abandon the etiquette and choose a concubine son.
Wu Xian's choice is very dangerous.
The staff members under his account were all the sons of the Tianhai family who he had befriended when he was young, which made Wu Xian highly dependent on their support, and was even constrained by them. Also because of this reason, he didn't have a good way to solve the faction under the account.
Sometimes, Wu Xian also admires Shen Tang very much.
Shen Tang was barefoot in the first place, so naturally no one was afraid of him.
On the other hand, if you look at yourself, you will move your whole body...
Wu Xian's face was so ugly that he seemed to be swallowing bitter gourd raw, and he was angry: "Why don't I understand? But the boss can't help him up!"
The topic has reached an impasse.
Zhao Feng knew that he had crossed the line, so he found an excuse to quit.
The night wind blows, pours into the neck, takes away the temperature from the whole body, and also stimulates Zhao Feng to the point of goose bumps all over his body.
He stood on the spot, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, and exhaled a mouthful of white mist. Inexplicably, Zhao Feng felt as if something was pressing on his heart, and he couldn't breathe. Zhao Feng loosened his armor and did not go back to his camp to find his old friend.
The old friend is poking the charcoal fire with the iron fan handle, and fanning the fire towards the fire, on which the mushroom soup is gurgling.
Zhao Feng keenly smelled the aroma of meat.
"You dog nose, did you come by smelling?"
Zhao Feng sat down on his ass: "I was scolded by you, if I don't drink up the soup you boiled, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?"
The temperature in the Northwest Continent warms up slowly.
The temperature in the middle of the night is so cold that people's hands are stiff.
Zhao Feng was holding an empty wooden bowl, watching his old friend twist a pinch of snow-white fine salt from the cloth bag he carried with him, and sprinkle it on the mushroom broth. Said: "Today, I encountered some things, please refer to them for me."
The scribe squinted at him: "Pay?"
Zhao Feng scolded: "You old bastard, are you looking for money?"
The scribe muttered: "How much money do you earn in your spare time?"
Zhao Feng: "..."
The scribe said in a good mood: "Come on, what's the matter?"
Don't forget the next word to protect customer privacy.
Zhao Feng poured beans, so and so, and that and that, and finally concluded: "For some reason, I feel uncomfortable..."
The scribe stirred the mushroom broth with a small silver spoon.
"Isn't this obvious to you? You feel uncomfortable because you are worried about the eldest son's life. Who doesn't know that choosing the eldest son can reduce the struggle? The master will not understand things that you understand? But the eldest son Talent... as if it was forgotten in the mother's womb, or reincarnated and drank Meng Po soup, that's all, but he still occupies the heirloom and elder..."
The scribe gave a figurative metaphor.
"It's like occupying a latrine and not shitting."
Zhao Feng silently looked at the pot of gurgling, mushroom foam rolling up and down with the milky white soup, his face darkened.
The scribe said solemnly: "The eldest son seems to be a bit of an eyesore. If he can make out this 'leader', all problems will be solved. The lord doesn't have to worry, the others don't have to stand in line, and a bunch of concubines don't have to poke around."
He spread out his hands: "Everyone is happy."
Zhao Feng's complexion at this time was darker than the bottom of a clay pot licked by the tongue of fire. The scribe took a sip of the mushroom soup to taste the saltiness, and said casually, "You better not meddle in this matter. If the eldest son can live till now, his brain is at least smarter than yours."
Zhao Feng: "..."
He was depressed and angry.
"Do you know what the old man wants to do most now?"
"Turn our mushroom broth?"
Zhao Feng: "You are right!"
A pair of copper maces was about to smash his clay pot.
As a result, it only hit the fire, and countless sparks splashed out, but the pot of mushroom broth disappeared. Zhao Feng raised his head, but saw that the mushroom broth was already being held by the scribes.
The latter smiled happily: "It's a good thing it wasn't wasted."
Yan Ling rescued the mushroom broth in time.
Zhao Feng's anger was soaring.
"You will die to me!"
In the end, Zhao Feng didn't even take a sip of the mushroom broth.
The words are divided into two ends—
Wu Xian was troubled by the problem of his two sons, and his "friend of Tangdi", Shen Tang's life was also very difficult. Her teammates along the way were Zhang He, Qian Yong and Tao Yan. You can usually see it out of sight, but when it comes to business, you still have to get in touch.
Tao Yan is really sorry for his name.
Every time, I have to say a few words of yin and yang and Shen Tang.
However, Shen Tang never suffers when it comes to talking and talking, and he can repay twice every time, and the result is that the more noisy the more angry. It is reasonable to suspect that if she continues with this posture, she will have to kill Tao Yan before she sees the enemy...
Coincidentally, Tao Yan thought so too.
However, both of them have a burden called "overall situation" on their heads, and they can't do it for the time being. Zhang He played the role of peacemaker in the middle, responsible for putting out the fire, and Qian Yong was responsible for eating melons.
But soon, Shen Tang and Tao Yan couldn't care less about the quarrel.
As I said before, after more than two hundred years of artificial transformation, the terrain in Yanzhou is generally flat, and there is only an artificial natural barrier at Chaoli Pass to rely on. Once the Chaoli Pass was broken, the central gate of the remaining half of the state was opened wide, and it became a "lamb" without protection.
Of course, it doesn't mean that taking it down is easy.
It’s just that it’s not so tricky compared to Chaoli Pass. If Yanzhou wants to fight to the death with the alliance army, it can still be stopped for a while.
But never expected—
The scouts in front came back with bad news.
The target counties and counties are all scorched fields, and the villages are uninhabited.
"What?"
Shen Tang guessed something when he heard it.
asked: "Is it a solid wall to clear the field?"
Although fortifying the wall and clearing the field is a very normal way to defend against the enemy. Sticking to the barriers can make it difficult for the enemy to attack the position, and it also prevents the enemy from obtaining food supplies from their own territory, reducing battery life as much as possible. Even if the territory is lost, the enemy will not think well.
Shen Tang shattered the table table with his fist, and cursed angrily: "It's really his uncle who harms others and does not benefit himself. Burn the seedlings that have been cultivated. When I take the whole territory of Yanzhou, how will the local common people survive? They can't do it. Do you want to eat? You will starve to death!"
Now the spring plowing has just passed, and the autumn harvest has not yet arrived.
How long can Yanzhou survive with only half of it left?
It can't last the autumn harvest at all.
The purpose of fortifying the wall and clearing the field is not for defense, but more to cause trouble for the alliance army. It really hurts others and does not benefit oneself!
These grains are not the food for the alliance army to continue to recover blood, but the life-saving food for the local people in Yanzhou! Thinking of this, Shen Tang felt that there was a string in his mind jumping wildly, trying to test it on the verge of collapse at any time. If the Alliance Army doesn't care, what will happen to the common people who have no harvest for a year, she can hardly imagine...
It must be a **** on earth for cannibalism!
But, will the Union Army take care of it?
Shen Tang didn't dare to think too much about this question.
She doesn't want to, but it doesn't mean the problem is solved.
After tossing and turning all night, she still planned to test Zhang He's tone. Zhang He got close to the leader Huang Lie, and Zhang He's attitude largely represented Huang Lie's attitude. It's just that as soon as she raised her head, she was ridiculed by Tao Yan.
He sneered: "Shen Jun is used to picking up mice."
Shen Tang flicked his eyes.
"Tao Shenyu, don't bark if you can't speak human language!"
Tao Yan sneered with a sneer, "Yes, yes, you, Shen Youli, are the only real gentleman here, and we are all villains. It's just that Shen Junzi has done acting well. With long arms, even if you don't treat yourself The common people below are also sympathetic and worried. You worry about things that Zheng Qiao is not worried about."
Shen Tang grabbed the letter in hand and threw it over.
At the same time, open the microphone passionately.
"Tao Shenyu, ** your ancestors are eighteen generations old!"
Stepped on the table, rolled up her sleeves, and wanted to rush over to beat Tao Yan up, but Gu Chi and the others were prepared and held her from left to right, trying to calm her down. Tao Yan didn't check for a while and was smashed, and his face was distorted in anger.
Zhang He looked at the messy scene below, feeling tired again.
He shouldn't have come.
Tao Yan is stingy, and he will not be happy if he doesn't scold him for a day. He knows that Shen Youli will go crazy, but he still enjoys it. However, Shen Tang's recklessness was beyond Zhang He's expectation. The big guys are well aware of the troubles that the enemy's strong walls and clear fields will bring to our own side, but they all tacitly pretend to be deaf and dumb. Who knew that Shen Tang would take the initiative to expose the issue that everyone ignored.
How to solve the famine?
The most brutal and effective way is to take out food.
Here comes the problem—
Who pays?
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