Qian Yuan doesn't want to choose.

But those three are all important officials in the court. It is hard to say what the consequences will be if they resist with one force. Nie Bao may not do anything, but Yan Song and Xu Jie are hard to say.

Qian Yuan had no intention of putting himself in the casino, so he had to choose no matter how he didn't want to choose.

The Yan Party is now covering the sky with one hand in the court, with Yan Song above and Yan Shifan below. The ministers are afraid, and few dare to provoke. Although there are bold people like Yang Jisheng and Chen Lian, their fate is there.

Qian Yuan did not have the naive idea of ​​hitting the stone with an egg, but he did not have the idea of ​​joining the crowd. After all, he knew very well that Yan Song would not be in power for too long. What should Xu Jie do if he could pull the list?

Even from a rational analysis, Yan Song is already 74 years old this year. This is an absolute longevity in this era. How many years can he last?

But Qian Yuan did not have the idea of ​​throwing into Xu Jie's arms. Let's talk about the gap between his uncle Qian Zheng and Xu Jie. Just from the examples of Yang Jisheng and Chen Lian, Qian Yuan can also give Xu Jie an image of being able to endure and willing to die and survive.

This is an old turtle, and it is probably intended to endure Yan Song to death!

If something happens to Xu Jie, he will say it more clearly. Qian Yuan will never believe that Xu Jie will stand up for him during the anti-Japanese war in the southeast.

Thinking a little darker, Xu Jie, the old turtle, just thought about it. You must know that Qian Yuan will not have a filial piety period until the second half of next year. Who knows what the situation will be then.

Qian Yuan doesn't think that people like Xu Jie are shameless...

Therefore, Nie Bao is Qian Yuan’s only choice.

After walking back and forth in the yard for a long time, Qian Yuan thought about it repeatedly and tried his best to recall the information about Nie Bao in his previous life... Unfortunately, he didn't remember anything.

However, Qian Yuan was sure that although Nie Bao was definitely defeated in the court struggle, he was definitely not killed... Later generations believed that he was Xu Jie's teacher. If he was killed, there should be detailed records in history books.

There should be no danger, right?

My uncle Qian Zheng is Nie Bao's disciple. He received a letter from Nie Bao in Chongde County and was summoned to the account to accompany the army as soon as possible... These are all ready-made reasons. Qian Yuan made up his mind and it was you.

Since he made up his mind, he had to be determined without hesitation. Qian Yuan immediately called Wang Yi, Yang Wen and others to explain a few words, and then went to the backyard.

"What?" Lu said in surprise: "Brother Yuan, you are just the next day after you go home, and you will go tomorrow... Shuangjiang Gong has a letter?"

"No." Qian Yuan's face turned gray, "Mr. Pingquan has already agreed. Uncle, please sort it out as soon as possible. Go to Hangzhou earlier, and your nephew can be at ease."

After all, Lu was not an ordinary woman, and asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

Qian Yuan hesitated for a moment, but thought that if the Zhang family or Xu family members came to the door and asked their aunt to deal with it, he whispered to tell what had just happened.

Tan, who was standing aside, was happy first and then sad. She knew nothing about foreign affairs and just listened to her son and younger siblings.

"This matter is not that simple, and it is not just related to my uncle." Qian Yuan's expression was gloomy. "Now the political struggle between the court and the central government is fierce, strange and changeable, and several forces are involved in the war situation in the southeast."

"Since you agree, then just follow the army as soon as possible."

"Other people from the province come to the door."

"Okay." Lu's voice trembled a little. She didn't expect that her nephew, who was just a scholar, was involved in the struggle for the court. The scene of her and her husband being exiled from Beijing flashed in her mind, "If someone comes to the door..."

"Nothing will be seen." Qian Yuan waved his hand, "My nephew left Zhang San, the leader of the guard, and everyone was blocking the door."

After walking a few steps back and forth, Qian Yuanqu calculated, "There are not many people in our two families and the Lu family, but there are not many servants... and there are also families in the hospital guards, so there cannot be more than forty people. Please sort out the statistics as soon as possible..."

"Detect within ten days, if you can't find the escort... Then my nephew led the ward to Hangzhou. Now the Jiaxing area is still safe. If you are late for the Mid-Autumn Festival, it's hard to say."

The Lu family was as big as a fight, and there were dozens of servants alone, let alone the Lu family.

"It just so happened that the house was moved to nothing." Qian Yuan comforted his mother with a smile, "It's easier."

"Brother." The little sister handed over a list, "All things are listed, which one, how much silver, how much ornaments, furniture, how much silver is worth..."

Qian Yuan didn't take it, but just glanced at it and said, "Rewrite it again, and all the silver coins will be doubled, and then each company will list it separately, and let the Ma Manager send it, and it will be delivered before dusk today."

The little girl was stunned, "How could they be willing..."

"It doesn't matter." Qian Yuan smiled coldly, "Who is willing to spit out the flesh in his mouth? But they will."

Dusk will arrive soon.

Qian's house was busy in the front, back, inside and outside, and loud calls were heard everywhere, and heavy objects fell to the ground from time to time.

The tribe members looked carefully at the corner. There were two rows of guards standing at the door of Qian's house, wearing soft armor, long swords with long hips, and a solemn expression that made people dare not come forward.

However, this one is not the only one that is bustling with Zhuangyuan Lane.

Zhang San listened carefully to the noise next door with his ears and laughed: "This is the seventh family."

"You are not good at your hands and feet, but your ears are very good." Yang Wen laughed and said, "Like the young master's big yellow dog, you will be whispered..."

"Can you speak human words?" Zhang San raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, "Do you want me to spread the story of your bellyband?"

"You dare!" Yang Wen blushed immediately. While fighting to kill the Japanese in the head of Chongde County, Zhang San saw him take out a bellyband from his arms and put it in front of his nose...

The noise next door was getting louder and louder, and a woman heard a sharp voice saying, "That secret recipe is passed down from ancestors, of course it was our eldest son!"

"That's right, he hasn't been asked to return the secret recipe yet!"

"It's just to let his family pay some money. I'm really ungrateful, what do you think, third uncle?"

The old man who was sitting there was trembling with a cane, his eyes shining, "Brother Yuan is wrong, they are all members of the tribe, and they are making trouble... Do you still want the reputation of Qian's family in Huating?"

The third uncle is the elder of the Qian clan of Huating and is also the highest-ranking one now. Although he is not the leader, he has the right to judge everything in the clan. As soon as he said this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, the same virtue as his grandfather!"

"I said it at the beginning, just remove it from the genealogy. The third uncle was too kind and ruthless back then."

"No, no, no... the third uncle did the right thing back then." A middle-aged man said while winking.

"Oh, yes, that secret recipe... wuwu..."

The middle-aged man covered the guy's mouth and pointed at the next door, "Everyone is quiet, those people are said to have their hands full of life..."

"What are you afraid of!" A slightly younger tribe member smiled disdainfully: "Dare to use swords and guns to the tribe members, and all the people in the world can drown him!"

“That’s true.”

“It’s right.”

Later generations emphasized family, while this era emphasized clan.

The weight of a family is not something that later generations can imagine. The clan members should not be close to each other, let alone outsiders?

If you are not in harmony with your tribe, you often get low evaluations.

Qian Yuan knew these details in his previous life, but unfortunately he came through time and only felt the warmth of home, and never felt the clan... No, at the funeral, he saw the indifference, rudeness and disdain of the clan members.
Chapter completed!