turmoil

Yang Fan was born as a military general, and he spent many years in the northwest border with the old Dingbianhou. He is not very particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation. There is no atmosphere that a wealthy family should have.

Zhang Jingche liked it very much, so he purposely found the south window to sit down. The window was facing an ancient locust tree, with white flowers hanging down from the branches, and the sweet fragrance filled the room.

"...Actually, when I saw you this morning, I wanted to say that the Commander of Jinyiwei is fat, but it's not easy to sit." Yang Fanping retired as a general, poured a cup of hot tea for Zhang Jingche himself, and went straight to the point without transition, "You are a commoner with a shallow foundation, but you are favored by the Eastern Palace. You are already feared by others. Now that you have transformed yourself and hold the most terrible prison department in your hands, I am afraid that Man Chao Qingliu will be staring at you eagerly, and can't wait to think about it." Grab the handle from you, and then attack them in groups."

What Yang Fan could think of, of course, Zhang Jingche would not miss it. Not only that, he thought deeper than Yang Fan: Judging from the conversation in the Palace of Mercy Ning, this position should be given to him by the Empress Dowager Wu at the behest of the new emperor. Firstly, for the sake of kindness, secondly, Zhang Jingche has no foundation in the court, and if he wants to gain a firm foothold, he must firmly embrace the big tree of the new emperor.

one stone two bird.

Yang Fan took a sip of his wine and fixed his eyes on Zhang Jingche: "You are being roasted on the fire now, have you thought about how to get out?"

Zhang Jingche raised the corners of his mouth sarcastically: "I want to withdraw, but unfortunately someone refuses."

Yang Fan remembered that outside the city of Suzhou, the commander of You Yunwei, surnamed Yan, claimed that he had ordered Zhang Jingche back to Beijing under the order of Zhaoyang Palace, and he had a vague idea in his mind.

"It's no wonder," he said euphemistically, "Since he came to the throne, the government has not been at peace. He wants to seize the government as soon as possible, so naturally he needs people to make the best use of them... just wait a year or two."

Zhang Jingche smiled, and picked up the jug noncommittally: "By the way, Mr. Xu mentioned the trend of land annexation this morning. What's going on?"

Yang Fan sighed, snatched the jug from him, and reheated it on the stove: "It's not that the tax revenue is not good these years, and the money in the treasury can't be saved. Seeing that there was a peach blossom flood at the beginning of the year, the court wanted to allocate money Even the disaster relief with silver can’t be turned around... The bottom line is that the aristocratic families have been occupying the people’s fields in recent years, and the tax revenue has been reduced year by year. The local government can only raise taxes in every possible way, and the people who suffer in the end are still the refugees!”

Zhang Jingche remembered what Han Xun said in Beizhen Fusi, and fell silent.

He is a person who has experienced it, so he naturally understands that the "wind of land annexation" is an unavoidable hurdle in the past dynasties. Less and less, and the tax burden on the people is getting heavier... until the dynasty is overwhelmed and overthrown by the peasants who rose up, starting the next round of unsolvable endless loop.

It's one thing to know, but it's another thing to be in the middle of the game. Zhang Jingche thought to himself that he was cold-hearted, but it was still difficult for him to watch the aristocratic family dominate and the people displaced.

He was hesitating, when suddenly he felt his lips were slightly wet, but it was Yang Fan who dipped the tip of his chopsticks in some hot wine and tapped it on his lips.

"Why do you think so much?" Yang Fan's rhetoric was surprisingly consistent with Han Xun's, "I know you are kind-hearted, but you still have too much time to protect yourself, so how can you care so much? Let me tell you, just do a good job. For the errands of my own, after a year or two, when the situation is stable, I will find a way to get away... With your ability, where can you not afford it?"

Zhang Jingche had been a "soft and treacherous" for half his life, and he was hit on the head by the words "beautiful and kind-hearted", and he couldn't laugh or cry.

He knew that Yang Fan's statement was wishful thinking, and after hearing that he was full of plans for himself, he finally appreciated it: "That's all for the future, let's deal with the mess in front of us first..."

He held up his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, and suddenly found that all the dishes served were authentic Jiangnan dishes, and the color and color were exquisite, obviously from the handwriting of famous chefs in Jiangnan.The wine is also a famous Sanbaijiu in the south of the Yangtze River, which is mellow, pure, sweet and delicious.

Zhang Jingche felt strange for no reason, he always felt that Marquis Dingbian was too well prepared, almost revealing a bit of "caring".

However, Yang Fan was not unusual, and generously made him a piece of honey sauce: "For these Jiangnan dishes, Benhou specially invited a cook from Chunhuatai, you can try it, is it authentic?"

Seeing his calm expression, Zhang Jingche took it for granted that he was thinking too much, laughed and shook his head, and said in his heart: I was bitten by a snake once, and I was afraid of grass ropes for ten years... I am not in a good position, everyone has brought ulterior motives Suspicion, almost failed to live up to his good intentions.

The two of them traveled from south to north, and even though they were pregnant with shady things, their friendship was solidly formed.It was rare for Zhang Jingche to open his heart. Unknowingly, he drank too much, his mind was still clear, but his eyes were a little blurred, and he began to speak unrestrainedly.

Yang Fan looked at him with his chin in his hand, the more he looked at him, the more he felt the color was more beautiful, just like a picture of a beautiful woman with rich ink and color... The beauty is alive, with soft waves in the corners of his eyes, and his gestures are full of coquettishness.

It was rare for Yang Fan to see the undefended Zhang Jingche, and he deliberately teased him to say a few more words: "You said that the national policy implemented by the imperial court is wrong? Then tell me, how can the national treasury be filled with money?"

Zhang Jingche turned his chopsticks and tapped lightly on the wine glass: "Scholars, farmers, businessmen... The world thinks that the way of business is the last, but they don't know that to make the country rich and the army strong, it must be the way of business."

This statement sounded fresh, and Yang Fan became interested: "How do you say it?"

Zhang Jingche dipped his fingers in the wine and drew a tree on the table: "If the country is compared to a tree, the scholars are the high branches and leaves, and the farmers are the foundation of the life. As for the business, it can be seen as the blood vessels. This big tree provides nutrients continuously. If there is no business way, the silver will be dead, and it will only be ashes in the warehouse, but if the business way is dredged, the silver will be able to live. For a long time, why worry about the treasury not being rich?"

Yang Fan frowned deeply, and thought over these words carefully a few times: "According to you, how can we make money work?"

Zhang Jingche picked up a piece of mandarin fish and patiently picked out the thorns: "There are many ways... It's like the silk in our Central Plains. It's not surprising that rich people are common, but it's very rare for Hu merchants in overseas places. If the imperial court Willing to open the sea ban, follow the example of the xx years, send ships to Southeast Asia, exchange goods with overseas countries, or open the gateway to the northwest, open mutual markets, and trade with countries in the Western Regions, so as to collect taxes and enrich the treasury. To be able to send caravans deep into the Western Regions to listen to the news of neighboring countries can be said to be beneficial but not harmful..."

Yang Fan's eyes widened as he listened. He knew that this person was deviant, but he never expected Zhang Jingche to be so courageous that he could even say "open the sea ban" and "open the trade market".

Great Yin has been established for a hundred years, and the princes of the court may not know how rich the oil and water are in shipping and trading, but since the Shengzu Dynasty, Dongying island country has changed frequently, and Huihe in the Western Regions is also at the first two ends of the Great Yin and Beile. Emperor Wulie, the holy ancestor, simply closed the country to ensure peace and security, not only sealing off the trading market in the north, but also strictly prohibiting merchant ships from entering the sea.

Even if he is the chief assistant of the cabinet, he would not dare to take the risk of "violating the precepts of the ancestors" and say such words as "opening the sea".

"You can tell me that. After you go out, don't say a word to anyone," Yang Fan frowned. "The imperial court is so poor that it is difficult to build seagoing ships, let alone sending a fleet south. As for opening a trading market... ...Beile calmed down on the surface, but secretly flirted with Huihe, and if Huihe spies sneaked into the exchange market and took the opportunity to set a fire, no one would be able to bear the responsibility."

Zhang Jingche put half a piece of sweet and sour mandarin fish into his stomach, and belched contentedly: "The greater the risk, the higher the profit. If you want to sit at home and collect cash, how can such a good thing be done? You will lose your fortune even if you trade in stocks... ..."

Yang Fan was taken aback: "What?"

Zhang Jingche realized that he had slipped his tongue, and quickly went back to make up for it: "It's nothing... If Huihe really wants to make trouble, he can't guard against it. It's better to invite the king into the urn, so that he can take the initiative. Like the current imperial court, they always use benevolence and virtue." "Educate the neighbors" seems to occupy the great righteousness, but in fact it is giving away the initiative to others, so how can we not get beaten for everything?"

At first, Yang Fan felt that this person was deviant and bold, but after hearing about it, he felt that every word and every word he said was in his heart, and he wished he could applaud him.

For the first time, Marquis Dingbian had unexpected regrets, and said in his heart: Why did he meet Liu An's beast father and son, ruining his way to become an official through the imperial examination?

If he can pass the imperial examinations, be a Jinshi and rank, or even pass the imperial examinations and enter the Hanlin Academy, it will not be difficult. In ten years or so, he might be able to be an extremely talented minister and tidy up this dilapidated country.

Instead of setting yourself up as a target with thousands of arrows piercing through your heart like now, trembling every day and getting blamed at every turn, you can only nest in a small courtyard, and pour out your unfulfilled ambitions through drunkenness .

Yang Fan lowered his eyes slightly, and drank the contents of the cup in one gulp.

At the end of the night, it was Ding Bianhou who drank too much first. He was lying on the table, his arm with his cheeks swaying left and right, something was wrong with the shaking, he slowly lost his balance, and turned towards Zhang Jingche. Fall over there.

Commander Zhang had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and caught Dingbianhou upright before he fell completely.

Zhang Jingche wanted to call the generals to come in to clean up the mess, but the generals of the Hou family didn't know whether they were hiding from laziness or they were ordered by Yang Fan, but no one answered.Zhang Jingche had no choice but to lift up Dingbianhou who was half a head taller than him, and dragged and hugged him to the Arhat couch.

He was about to call someone to fetch water, when the drunk Hou Ye suddenly stretched out his claws, grabbed Zhang Jingche's sleeve tightly, and bared his big white teeth at him.

It is rare for Zhang Jingche to see Marquis Dingbian drunk, and he just felt that this kid was a bit more cute than usual, so he felt a little bit more cute than usual, so he felt teased for a moment, and boldly patted him on the face: "Master Hou, are you drunk? ?”

Yang Fan shook his head and said righteously: "I'm not drunk, I'm awake."

Zhang Jingche stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "How much is this?"

Yang Fan grabbed his wrist, pulled it close to his eyes, looked at it carefully, and said uncertainly after a long time, "...two?"

Zhang Jingche helplessly supported his forehead, and confirmed that this person had drunk too much, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do such a stupid thing.

"Master Hou also said to suppress the shock for me, but he got drunk first instead." Zhang Jingche laughed and shook his head, and pulled the mattress to cover him up, "Just let go, I'll let the general come in and clean up."

Yang Fan pinched his head and tail, only heard the word "let go", his expression suddenly changed, he turned over on the spot, holding that hand tightly in his bosom like a miser guarding a family heirloom.

Zhang Jingche: "..."

Why are you going crazy with alcohol?

"Master Hou really doesn't drink very well," he said ironically, "I won't dare to drink with you next time in a lowly position. I can't clean up such a big mess."

"If you don't accompany me... Hiccup, who can you accompany?" Yang Fan said with a big tongue, "In this huge capital, besides Ben Hou, who is a man of integrity, who else would dare to drink with Commander Zhang?"

Zhang Jingche sneered slightly, noncommittal.

Yang Fan grabbed him and didn't let go, he closed his eyes and moaned, "I sometimes think of it... I really regret it!"

Zhang Jingche thought it was interesting, pulled his hair and shook it: "What do you regret?"

Yang Fan said solemnly: "You said that I should be born ten years earlier... No, five years is enough! If only I were born five years earlier!"

Zhang Jingche asked curiously: "Why do you want to be born five years earlier? It's not delaying your succession to the title and making great achievements?"

Yang Fan closed his eyes and murmured: "If I had been born five years earlier, I would have accepted the title earlier... I would have brought people into the Huainan Palace and snatched you out!"

Zhang Jingche was stunned suddenly.

"Then... hiccup, you will be able to take the imperial examinations and test your achievements with peace of mind, and you will be an official in the court in the future. No one dares to look down on you. You can boldly display your ambitions and clean up this smoky court!"

Zhang Jingche drank a lot, looking at Qingming, he was actually trying to maintain his rationality.However, Yang Fan's words were like a thunderstorm, he shuddered tremblingly, and suddenly woke up.

With Zhang Jingche's reputation as a "lucky man", he originally thought that the best ending in his life would be just as Yang Fan imagined - find an opportunity to retire after success, and stay away from the temple since then, ignoring the struggle between court and China.

Living in the quagmire, with blood on his hands, he didn't expect to die well. The so-called ambitions and ambitions can only be buried with this tattered body.But he never imagined that there are still people in this world who understand his ambitions and are willing to believe that even though the heart and dog lungs in his chest are stripped away, there is still loyalty and passion flowing in his bones.

For a moment, Zhang Jingche held his breath, thinking that he was drunk... If it wasn't in his dream, how dare he imagine that there are still people in this world who can understand him and believe in him?

Until I felt my vision blurred, I reached out and touched it, and my fingertips rubbed a little cold moisture.

Putting down the thunderous Dingbian Hou Guansha Wububu, he lay upright on the Luohan couch, looking as if he had fallen asleep.Zhang Jingche came back to his senses, pulled the quilt over him, and was about to get up, when the drunk suddenly grabbed his sleeve and put it in his arms—

Zhang Jingche was already top-heavy, so he was caught off guard and fell down on the couch.

He didn't feel any pain, because Hou Dingbian made a buffer underneath, Zhang Jingche fell into Yang Fan's arms, and was caught by the drunk.Yang Fan took advantage of the situation and turned over, using hands and feet like an octopus, clasped Zhang Jingche in his arms, moved his head in front of him, and rubbed against his neck.

Zhang Jingche was dizzy from the fall, and when he recovered, he already had a Dingbianhou on his body.He was still immersed in the emotion just now, not willing to get angry with Yang Fan, stretched out his hand to push the presumed Marquis, and said softly: "Yuanzhou, let go, I'll go get you a cup of tea."

Yang Fan closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Zhang Jingche had no choice but to take out the folding fan and tap on his numb elbow.Half of Yang Fan's arm went numb immediately, but he still refused to let go, he groaned, "Don't go..."

Zhang Jingche was entangled in the bed, not knowing whether to be angry or laughing.He only thought that Yang Fan was drunk and passed out, and he regarded himself as some confidante, managed to get a hand out, squeezed his chin and asked angrily, "What's your name? Do you know who I am?"

Yang Fan took the man into his arms, sobbing indistinctly: "Senior brother..."

Zhang Jingche couldn't help being stunned.