Xin Yi's eyes moved slightly and he looked at Fu Jiuqu again.

He remained calm, sitting upright and straight, showing no emotion.

Xin Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and asked the proprietress: "Then what are your plans?"

The landlady pursed her lips and hesitated a little, "In the past two years, I have figured out the minds of these corrupt officials. All they want is money... I am worried about the safety of the child, so I have sent him to my grandma's house in the countryside. Next, I am going to prepare

Plate the small shop

I went out and raised the money to redeem the master. I asked a middleman to ask, and he was told that he would be released if it cost five hundred guan... I thought about it, but if the money is given away, they still won't release him. I

So he burned down the county government office and died with them..."

Xin Yi was surprised.

"Sister, please don't do anything stupid."

The landlady probably felt that she had talked too much. In any case, Xin Yi and the others were just strangers. She smiled awkwardly and said that she was just talking casually and venting her anger, and she didn't dare to do anything.

Then he chatted for a few words and left.

Xin Yi sighed after hearing this.

"The taxation in the Song Dynasty was so heavy. If we encounter corrupt officials again, it will really leave no way for the people and traders to survive. If we continue like this, it will be like killing the goose that lays the eggs. Sooner or later, we will..."

Sooner or later you will die.

Xin Yi wanted to say this, but she didn't dare to say it when facing the Prince of Guangling County. Such words would be a taboo. Even if this was true, it wouldn't take long for the deep malaise of the Song Dynasty to surface.

It's a pity that this piece of prosperity will eventually be destroyed.

She sees it from a historical perspective, while Fu Jiuqu is a contemporary person.

Xin Yi was afraid that he would be beheaded immediately...

Unexpectedly, Fu Jiuqu glanced at her and lowered his eyes.

"We value culture over military affairs, and use money to beg for peace. We impose heavy taxes at home and pay tribute to our enemies abroad. This is the shame of the country!"

Xin Yi was surprised.

She knew the situation in the Northern Song Dynasty. In fact, some historians have analyzed that the Northern Song Dynasty had suppressed generals since Taizu. It was one thing to have weak military power, and another thing to do was bad luck.

In other words, “It’s not that we are incompetent, but that our opponents are too strong.”

Whether it is the current Liao, Xixia, or the future Jin, as well as the unstoppable Mongolian cavalry that once swept across the Eurasian continent, they are all very powerful. Under the historical environment at that time, the Song people did have limitations.

The Song Dynasty used annual tribute to seek peace, which has been controversial among historians and people for a long time. Xinyi has not done much research on this, but only has a little understanding from the perspective of the planners of "Bianjing Fu" and the players.

However, Fu Jiuqu, who was born at that time, was an original game NPC and a villain. He was able to say such things, which surprised Xin Yi.

She even had a feeling that Fu Jiuqu's darkening might have something to do with it? After all, the plot said that he only turned dark after the Battle of Kunlun Pass?

Fu Jiuqu suddenly laughed when he saw Xin Yi staring at him without saying a word.

"Scared you?"

Xin Yi smiled, "That's not true, it was just an accident."

"What's the surprise?"

"The prince's status is noble and he is proud of heaven. Normally... he wouldn't have so much dissatisfaction."

The most important thing is that such dissatisfaction should not be said casually in front of an outsider. Fortunately, she is not a bad person. If she had the intention to harm him, just based on her words, it would be a serious crime.

"What are you afraid of? I would say the same thing in front of officials."

Fu Jiuqu's face was solemn, as if he had forgotten Xin Yi's identity. He was calm and indifferent as if talking to a friend, with a hint of worry and sigh for his family and country.

"We have more than 800,000 imperial troops. We have gathered in Bianjing, but they are guarding the inside and the outside. They cannot fight and use force. However, the military supplies of hundreds of thousands of people have to be supplied by the people of the world..."

Xin Yi's brows wrinkled.

What’s on my mind: Aren’t you one of the most extravagant tribute recipients?

Who are you empathizing with?

She said nothing and stared at Fu Jiuqu.

Fu Jiuqu seemed to see through her eyes and smiled coldly.

"The Bianhe River where you salvaged treasures has been continuously sending supplies to the capital all year round. It carries the blood and sweat of the people all over the world, but it supports a group of trash who can't fight... The Song Dynasty is not without capable people.

, but cannot be reused. People like my master, who have great military exploits, know how to use soldiers, and know how to march, are suppressed repeatedly..."

"Who is the master of the prince?" Xin Yi asked curiously.

Fu Jiuqu pursed his lips slightly and said, "Di Qing."

Xin Yi took a deep breath and suddenly understood something. Is Fu Jiuqu's darkening related to Di Qing being ostracized by the civil service group after the First World War at Kunlun Pass?

Fu Jiuqu looked at her and narrowed his eyes, "What? Do you know my master?"

Xin Yi smiled.

"I know him, but he doesn't know me."

"oh?"

"Who doesn't know General Di's reputation?"

The famous general of the Northern Song Dynasty, General Mian Nie, knew how to use troops, was good at riding and shooting, and served as a vanguard in marching battles. He had countless arrows in his body. The most important thing was that he was tortured when he was young and had tattoos on his face. Therefore, he often brought weapons with him when fighting against the enemy.

A copper mask, entering and exiting the enemy with great power, no one dares to stop it...

In the Song Dynasty, there were indeed not many such famous generals.

People in Xinyi sympathized with Di Qing. When I read history, I often thought that Renzong actually hesitated several times in dealing with Di Qing. But in such a historical torrent, even if he was the emperor, he had to be coerced by all kinds of coercion.

…

That was a historical tragedy, and the current Prince of Guangling County was young and bloody... He was reused only under the protection of the royal family. He probably felt a little emotional after listening to the words of the landlady, but in the end... nothing could be changed.

She said: "The Little Foot Shop is not soundproof. Brother Ninth, just tell me, how should we deal with the matter now?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her expression and saw that she was worried about him clearly. He snorted and smiled slightly.

"He Xu, he is dead."

"You want to kill him?"

"If the case is completed, he will never be able to stand up again!"

~

The landlady said she wanted to sell the shop, so she set it up. The next day, Xinyi's legs were better, and she wanted to buy some baked Hu biscuits for breakfast at the street outside her door. When she went downstairs, she saw her writing the lease notice on a wooden board.

Leave it at the door.

The price is neither more nor less, just five hundred guan.

Xin Yi stepped forward and said, "Are you so anxious?"

The lady boss's worried face softened slightly when she saw it was her, "I can't wait any longer."

Xin Yi thought for a moment and said, "Just wait two more days."

The boss lady thought she was a little girl, smiled gratefully, didn't respond, and went about her business.

After Xin Yi bought the baked Hu biscuits, he chewed one in his mouth and carried some back to Cheng Cang and Duan Sui. As soon as he arrived at the door of Ruyijiajiao shop, he saw a man wearing a green cloth short coat and a black gauze curtain hat.

The tall, muscular man stepped in.

Xin Yi's nose twitched, and the Hu cake suddenly lost its aroma.

This person has that strong fragrance of fake chinan.

Also, the smell of blood.

Xin Yi followed up and saw that his right arm was tightly clamped like a knife, and his left hand was pressed tightly against his waist. His arms were trembling slightly, his brows were darkened, and he sat down on the chair next to the door.

Eat the cake slowly.

The strong man in green said in a low voice, "Madam boss, prepare a room upstairs. Send a bucket of hot water up."

He turned around, as if he didn't need the landlady's response.

But before he reached the corridor, he suddenly turned his head again.

"Another corner of wine, something stronger."

The landlady said: "Sir, the shop is out of wine."

The face of the man in green was hidden under a black gauze curtain, so he couldn't see it clearly, but the ferocious aura overflowed from his tone, which was very scary.

"You don't have it in the store, so you won't let the clerk come back with a dime?"

After saying that, he threw over a broken piece of silver.

It was this movement that made him discover Xin Yi sitting by the door.

Xin Yi was also looking at him.

The eyes of the two people collided in the air. The man paused slightly as he went upstairs, looked at her one more time, and then slowly walked up, stepping on the wooden ladder.
To be continued...