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Laizhou Prefecture.

Although summer has passed, the climate is still a little hot. In the pavilion in the back garden, the prefect is still lying on a rattan chair like before, enjoying the massage of the young concubine of the 18-year-old. A few months have passed, and the prefect seems to have some white hair on his forehead. His expression is much haggard than before.

There is no way, the income of the salt farm in Laizhou Bay is getting smaller and smaller. Without income and filial piety, the Prime Minister's side has already reacted. Next year is another three-year inspection period, and I am afraid that this threshold will definitely not be able to pass by the Prime Minister. Who doesn’t know that the Minister of Revenue is a dog of the Prime Minister? As long as the Prime Minister has a look, the Minister of the Prime Minister will actively bark. Not to mention promotion, it is impossible to maintain the position of the Prime Minister.

It's difficult!

It's really too difficult!

All of this is the damn Zhang Zhun!

The riot is riot, so why are there any fine salt? Now the private salt in Shandong can’t be sold for a lot of money, but the sales of fine salt produced there are getting better and better. Do you think that those wealthy families are also sick, so can’t use coarse salt instead of fine salt? Why do you have to fine salt? Every time you think of the fine salt produced in Fushan City, the prefect’s eyes turn green, which is a golden treasure pot!

As long as you get it, the Chief Auxiliary will be able to pass the test easily. There is definitely no problem in keeping the throne of the prefect. Maybe you can also mention it. Even if you don’t mention it, leaving Shandong, a ghost place and going to Jiangnan to work, it would be good. In Shandong, there are constant natural disasters and man-made disasters, and there will be major changes in the end. It is still safe in Jiangnan!

Thinking of Zhang Zhun from Fushan Institute, Sun Zhixie felt that his mood was getting more and more irritable. The information received from Tian Hengdao made Sun Zhixie a little unhappy. The people he sent had already connected with Shu Blu. However, Shu Blu is also an old fox and did not give a clear answer.

"These lowly Jianlu..."

Sun Zhixie thought a little disappointed.

The Ming Dynasty suffered a lot of losses at the hands of the Liaodong Tartars, and there was no way to make up for it. So it could only be enjoyed verbally. The court all the names of the Later Jin regime were very distinctive, such as the Donglu, Jianlu, Tartars, Savages, etc. There was a joke that after the founding of the Qing Dynasty, many people were arranged just to modify these titles in the historical materials of the Ming Dynasty. As a result, some people were missed.

"Sir, the other party said..."

The subordinates who returned from Tian Hengdao obviously understood that their trip had not met the request of the prefect. When they reported, they naturally couldn't help but hesitate. For fear that the prefect would be unhappy, they ordered him to be pulled outside to beat a few boards. Because everyone knew that since Baishahe's defeat, the prefect's temper had become very bad, and he would beat and scold his subordinates at any time. In the past few months, the fingers and toes of those who were beaten for no reason could count.

"What did the other party say?"

Sun Zhixie tried hard to suppress his inner irritability and frowned.

After all, he has experienced some storms and is very clear that he has something to ask for. Since the salt plague was lost, he has no armed force to directly command. He wants to rebuild the salt plague, but he has no money. Without the salt plague, Li Chengdong, the garrison of Laizhou, seems to be no longer respectful to himself. As for the commander of the Aoshan Guard, as well as the commander of the Laizhou Guard and the Lingshan Guard, he seems to be a little bit like that of himself... Sir, you are a civilian, we are an army, and we are not subordinate to each other!

"The other party's meaning is to live in Fushan City forever..."

The subordinate observed Sun Zhixie's expression and said carefully.

"impossible!"

Sun Zhixie became furious.

Because of his lack of strength, he had to work with the Tartars secretly. What he wanted was that the Tartars expelled Zhang Zhun and others, and it would be best to kill all Zhang Zhun and his backbone. However, it was impossible for the Tartars to live in Fushan City. Fushan City was different from Tianheng Island, and there were many people paying attention to it. If the Tartars occupied Fushan City, his prefect would lose his troops and land, and the pressure on him, the prefect of Laizhou Prefecture, would be even greater.

In the past, there were only a few hundred Tartars on Tianheng Island. Sun Zhixie thought that they were just plundering and could not do anything big, so he didn't bother to deal with it. Anyway, that was a problem left by the former prefect. It had been less than half a year since he took over, and it had nothing to do with him. However, if the Tartars lived in Fushan City, it would be his responsibility. This is absolutely absolutely impossible. Besides, if the Tartars occupied Fushan City, wouldn't it be the same as robbing all the salt business? As the prefect, wouldn't he steal the chicken without losing rice?

Of course, the Tartars occupied Fushan City, and relatively speaking, the garrison was more troublesome. After all, Fushan City was under the jurisdiction of the garrison and was directly under the jurisdiction of Aoshan Guard. The first thing to lose its head was the commander of Aoshan Guard by Fushan City was occupied by the Tartars. Zhao Yinying, the commander of Aoshan Guard. Since Zhao Yinying was in harmony with him, let him have another bag on his head. Tartars appeared in Fushan City, see how he, the commander of Aoshan Guard, faced it.

"Did the other party say how many people are dispatched?"

After getting angry, Sun Zhixie slowly calmed down and asked deeply.

"The other party said that Fushan City can definitely be razed to the ground!"

The subordinate whispered.

"He didn't say how many people he sent?"

Sun Zhixie frowned, his face full of suspicion.

Those Tartars were not just as concerned about the military force of Fushan City, but were perfunctory to him? Logically speaking, the Tartars should not know the combat strength of the Fushan City Guard? Could it be that the Tartars were also afraid of death?

"The other party said... don't worry about war... do you know how to fight?"

The subordinate's hesitant answer was so low that only Sun Zhixie could hear it.

Sun Zhixie's face became even more ugly.

The Tartars were showing their faces.

Do you know how to fight?

This is a naked slap in the face!

All of them are damn military officers, none of whom have a promising prospect. They were beaten by the Tartars on the front line of Liaodong and were unable to fight back. They were also led by Huang Taiji to cross the Great Wall and besieged the capital, making His Majesty the Emperor in a mess. Hundreds of thousands of Ming troops gathered around the capital, but they could not eliminate the Tartars less than 20,000. It was so embarrassing. The result was obvious. A group of incompetent Tartars, a group of Tartars driven out of Liaodong, and a group of Tartars with only a few hundred people dared to speak like this to a dignified fourth-rank magistrate...

"Sir, sir, it's not good! It's not good!"

Sun Zhixie was about to speak, suddenly, a terrified scream came from outside. Immediately, a subordinate ran in panic, also his confidant. This guy is usually calm, why was he scared like this? What happened?

Sun Zhixie stood up suddenly and scolded majesticly: "What's the panic?"

The subordinate was furious and stammered: "Master, Master, the Tartars are in! The Tartars are in!"

Sun Zhixie was shocked, his body became weak, and he then lay down in the rattan chair. As a result, his strength was too strong, and the rattan chair could not bear it and suddenly fell apart. Sun Zhixie naturally rolled on the ground, and his body twisted into a shape of twisted flowers. The concubine next to the rattan chair could not dodge and was pulled down to the ground. Her skirt was torn and the spring light suddenly blew.

The person next to him was shocked and hurriedly came up to help the prefect and Mrs. Ru up. The poor prefect, not caring about his embarrassment, said incoherently: "Shublu? Where is he? I want to talk to him!"

When the prefect heard the word "Tartars", the first reaction of the prefect was that the Tartars from Tianheng Island had come. Shublu turned against him. These damn Tartars! I don't know how the wastes from Shandong Dusi were dealt with. Even the Tartars with hundreds of people couldn't be cleaned up! It was really a waste to raise a group of waste!

Fortunately, the subordinate explained: "Sir, it's not the Tartars on Tianheng Island, but the Tartars outside the pass! The Tartars crossed the Great Wall and headed south. Datong, Xuanfu was in an emergency! The capital has martial law! The emperor has ordered that Henan and Shandong all over the country to send troops to serve the king immediately! The official document will arrive soon!"

Sun Zhixie was stunned for a moment and then reacted.

Great Wall?

Datong?

Xuanfu?

North?

His eyes rolled, he looked at the subordinate in front of him in a daze, and finally turned completely. It turned out that it was not the Tartars from Tianheng Island! Are you going to scare me to death? He immediately straightened his body and scolded angrily: "Bastard! What does the Tartars come in from the north have to do with us? Look at you like this! People come, drag them down and hit the twenty big boards!"

The subordinate who reported the news was stunned.

Ah? He ran back to report the news so hard, and he got such treatment? He didn't expect how much trouble his information caused to the prefect. The prefect almost urinated his pants. Do you think this problem is serious? The poor subordinate wanted to say something, but the yamen runner next to him dragged him out without saying anything. After a while, the sound of spanking came.

Sun Zhixiu felt a little more at ease when he heard the sound of romping outside. He was a little worried that the Tartars would cause any reaction to attack Fushan City. After all, he was not using others, but the Tartars. If this matter was exposed, it would still be a bit risky. Now it seems that this hidden danger is gone.

The Tartars came in from the north, and the Tartars in other places had some small moves, which was normal! I just don’t know where the Tartars in the north were going to plunder again? Shanxi? Northern Zhili? These damn Jianlu only plundered once a few years ago. They came again so soon. It was such a bottomless pit! Will they plunder Shandong?

"It seems that we have to transfer to Jiangnan as soon as possible!"

Sun Zhixie was shocked and repeatedly warned himself.

Shandong cannot stay for a long time, so it is the right way to go to Jiangnan as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!