After the court meeting, all the officials left and returned to their respective yamen to continue their busy schedules.

The migration of the court is a major event. We must not only prevent Cao Wei from taking the opportunity to invade, but also prevent someone from unwilling to take the opportunity to make trouble. All kinds of trivial matters will be squeezed together, and no one can find it easy for the next few years.

As for surrendering to Cao Wei, ordinary officials may have such ideas, but the bosses of the three provinces and six ministries and the governor's offices would not. They would rather be the head of a chicken than the queen. If there is a choice, no one would be willing to live under someone else's roof.

Today is different from the past. In the past, Cao Cao had no choice. Even if he occupied Jiangnan, he had to rely on the governance of aristocratic families. It was impossible to abandon them. Now it is different. Universities are blooming everywhere, and graduates are waiting to be officials. How could Cao Cao reuse their group of demoted officials with previous records? It can be foreseen that if he really surrendered to Cao Wei, scholars from Jiangnan who came from within three generations will not be reused. As for the third generation after three generations, with the current speed of technological development, the Jiangnan family may have long been lost.

Of course, if the Cao family and his son were willing to lower their attitude and give the Jiangnan family some promises, things might turn a little bit.

The question is whether the father and son of the Cao family can do it? The father and the father are very arrogant now. If one Wei Feng rebellion case, he dares to implicate more than 10,000 people, so how could he bow to them?

The most important thing in the migration of the court is not the property but the population. The hearts of non-people of our race will be different. The Kushan natives are trustworthy, but they have to rely on their own people to get there. How to move the people without losing their limits is the top priority now.

Chen Deng, Zhang Zhao, Jia Xu, Zhuge Liang and others followed Liu Bei to the imperial study to discuss migration plans. Not only the Han people, they didn't even want to let go of Shanyue and the barbarians. They discussed and decided to form several special forces special forces that were good at jungle combat to enter the mountains to encircle and suppress them. At the same time, they bought foreign races' detailed works and asked them to lead the way to pack the entire ethnic group. After all, these foreign races were neighbors and were closer to the Kushan natives no matter what.

The king and his minister gathered in the study room to discuss all day and came out of the imperial study room at around 5 pm.

The weather in winter is relatively short, and the sun is about to set just after five o'clock. No one wants to work overtime. They leave the palace and bid farewell to each other and go back to their homes.

Jia Xu's mansion is in the west of the city, ten miles away from the palace. When you go home, you have to pass through three main streets. The street closest to Jia Mansion is called Shimen Street. At dusk, people come and go on the street, which is very lively.

There is a restaurant in the center of Shimen Street. It was dinner time, and the hall was almost full. Several waiters were walking back and forth in the hall with menu plates and other tools, busy, while the manager stood at the counter and looked back and forth, not knowing what they were looking for or waiting for.

Shortly after waiting, a young scholar wearing a white Confucian shirt and holding a folding fan walked in and shouted: "Manager, I heard that your Qinglong Wo Xueshan is more famous. I'll give me one."

The manager was overjoyed and greeted him and said flatteringly: "The guest official is really good. The shop has many characteristics. The dragons cross the river, the gathering of heroes, and the ants climbing trees are all good. Do you want to try it together?"

The two of them were talking very loudly, and diners around turned their heads and looked at each other, but their eyes were strange, with a little sympathy and a little gloating.

The scribe ignored everyone's strange eyes and smiled generously: "I will come with one each. I will come here to see you. Don't let me down."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements for you in person."

The manager turned around and ran to the kitchen. The scholar glanced at the hall and walked towards the nearest seat. The guest who had just sat at the next table said, "Brother, what are you not good at ordering, what kind of dishes are you going to order?"

The scribe asked in surprise: "What does it mean? Isn't it delicious? I heard that these dishes are the most expensive dishes in this restaurant."

"That's a fool."

The man next to the table said with a compassion: "The Qinglong lie on the snow mountain in the snow mountain, just slice the cucumber and then put it into a dragon, sprinkle some white sugar to be a snow mountain, and the dragon crosses the river is even more excessive. Cucumber strips are soaked in the soup, the gathering of heroes is fried rice with eggs, and ants climb the trees are fried meat with vermicelli. Do you understand that?"

The scribe said in a daze: "That's fine, since you know why you still visit me?"

The man at the table next door nodded and said, "We all know what's going on with you outsiders. Naturally, we can't let him take advantage of it. You can leave quickly while the manager hasn't come back, otherwise the food will not be able to leave."

"Thank you for the reminder."

The scribe stood up and left in a hurry.

But the manager said that he left the hall and did not go to the kitchen. He went to the back kitchen and ran to the third floor, went to the private room door and looked around. After confirming that there was no one, he pushed the door and locked the door.

This is a luxury bag, with dining tables and sofas. At this moment, a young man in his thirties was sitting on the sofa and was drinking tea. When he saw the manager coming in, he stood up and asked, "How?"

The manager whispered: "Old thief Jia has left the palace and will arrive at a maximum of a quarter of an hour."

The young man snorted coldly: "It's great. Let your brothers take their place. Lao Zhe's head was ordered by Commander Ding. No one is allowed to neglect. After the task is completed, Commander Ding will never be stingy with rewards. In addition, let your people prepare and evacuate quickly after the work is done. This stronghold cannot be used anymore."

"Thank you Wu Qianhu, I will do it now."

The manager clasped his fists and turned around and left.

It turned out that this place was one of the secret strongholds of the Jinyiwei in Jianye. The scribes in white who ordered the dishes were not diners, but secret spies of the Jinyiwei. Their conversation was naturally not really ordering dishes, but secret codes. The young man in front of him was Wu Peng, a newly appointed Qianye household of the Jinyiwei.

Wu Peng sent the manager away and locked the door, ran to the bottom of the sofa to pull out a wooden box. When he opened it, he saw that it was rifle parts and several grenades inside. He was very familiar with these parts, and he glanced at it and began to assemble it. Not long after, a rifle was successfully born.

This rifle is different from the ordinary Hanyang rifle. The barrel is nearly twice as long as the ordinary barrel. There is a double-legged bracket in the middle and a scope on it. Not to mention the power, it can scare many people by just looking at the body shape.

If Cao Ang was there, he would definitely recognize that this gun was almost exactly the same as the Mauser 13.2mm anti-tank rifle made by Germany during World War I, with a maximum range of 800 meters and an effective range of 500 meters.

Wu Peng ignored this, took out a bullet that was about the same thickness as his finger and stuffed it into the barrel. After loading it, he walked to the window with his hands, placed the rifle on the table next to the window and tried it out. Then he put it on the ground and picked up the telescope to watch.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a car came into sight and drove along the street toward the hotel. The license plate number of Jia Xu was hung in front of the car. What was so annoying was that there were a group of soldiers around the car, about a hundred people.

He had already remembered the information about Jia Xu in his mind. He knew that this guy was afraid of death. He usually brought a hundred personal guards with him when he went to the toilet. He even had to go in to investigate before he could make sure there was no problem. If not, why would he use a sniper rifle?

"Damn Lao Zhe, why are you so afraid of death? Is it not good to take a car or walk? It's hard to see if your personal guards are tired."

Wu Peng slandered him, but his eyes never left the car. He waited for the car to get closer. After confirming that Jia Xu was sitting in the back row, he put away his telescope, took out the sniper rifle and placed it on the table. The muzzle was aimed at the rear window of the car, ready to shoot at any time.
Chapter completed!