Huiwu County is very small, so small that Changsun Hong only walked about a hundred steps and reached the end of the village.

The walls made of yellow mud mixed with stones and straw were covered with wooden rafters to make a simple county government office, or village offices were more appropriate.

The light here is even more obscure and drowsy than the restaurant just now. The door lintel is very low. When Changsun Hong, who is not very tall, he must lower his head when he walks in to avoid touching the stone door frame.

There were several windows against the wall. With the light shining outside, the people sitting in the room saw Changsun Hong's appearance clearly. They immediately stood up and bowed to Changsun Hong.

"Hello Mr. Changsun!"

"Everyone sits, just sits." Changsun Hong waved: "Don't be polite, they are all acquaintances, be more casual."

The few people were still standing, and after Changsun Hong sat down on a chair, he was restrained and fell back to his original seat.

"Ande, why didn't we entertain our friends for tea?" Changsun Hong noticed that the tea cups placed in front of several people were full of tea liquid and did not take a sip. So he frowned and said to Kowloon Ande who was standing by the door and pressing the handle of the knife like a door god: "This is not our Shimenfan's way of treating guests."

Before Kowloon Ande could respond, the few people hurriedly explained to him: "Sir, don't blame me, General Kowloon has been talking to us."

"Yes, it's because we haven't felt thirsty, so we haven't drunk it."

"Come on, let's have a drink together to show our gratitude to Mr. Changsun, Shimen!"

Several people were talking and stood up to drink tea. Because of panic, someone even touched the table.

Changsun Hong looked at these people with interest. There were four of them. They looked very old, and their hair and beard were all white. The youngest one was also in his early forties. He was wearing an ordinary cloth shirt and his clothes were washed white, slightly worn, and thin. He seemed to have a bad life. He looked respectful and sensitive. He paid attention to his words and deeds carefully, for fear of being rude.

After the four of them finished drinking the tea, Changsun Hong put one hand on the table, turned his side to the few people, leaned forward, and said mysteriously: "How many of the Dong family, do you know who I met just now?"

The people looked at each other, of course they didn't know.

So Changsun Hong asked and answered: "I am from the Gao family in Dali!"

"Gao Family?" The people jumped up like cats with their tails trampled on, frightened to the point of being ashamed and screamed in surprise.

An old man with white beard hurriedly said, "Mr. Changsun, don't let them know that we are here! A hundred years ago, the Gao family seized power, and my Dong family was forced to give up the power of the Prime Minister of Dali. The family moved out of the family. The Gao family never let us go to hunt us down. We hid and survived in the cracks. It was really difficult. If the Gao family knew that we were here, Mr. Changsun would not dare to do anything about it. Once the teacher left, they would immediately send someone to kill him!"

The other three were also frightened and said panic: "Yes, yes! Gao hates my Dong family to the core. Sir, don't disclose the news for us!"

Duan Wu, who stood beside Changsun Hong, saw their ugly faces of silence, couldn't help but shake his head and couldn't help but scold: "You slapped your chest a few days ago, once Mr. Changsun accomplished his work, he would clean up the mess of Dali, accept the power of the Gao family, and acted as Mr. Changsun to govern the Dali country. You are so scared that you just hear the name of the Gao family. How can you take the great responsibility for such a bad job?"

Several people in the Dong family were stunned, and their faces turned from white to red, so embarrassed that they didn't know what to say.

"Hey, Duan Wu, don't talk like this." Changsun Hong stretched out his hand and waved it, but seeing his smiling face, it was not like chasing people, but rather like joking: "The Gao family is in charge of Dali's military power, arrogant and domineering, and bad people bully good people, so good people naturally have to hide. This alone is not enough to erase the Dong family's determination."

The four members of the Dong family were as if they were amnesty and immediately agreed: "Yes, yes, that's right. My Dong family established the country with the late emperor in Dali. The ancestor Dong Jialuo first became a military advisor and then served as prime minister. He was the founding prime minister's family and assisted the Duan emperors. If the Gao family had no insidious power, how could Dali have such a decadent situation today? As long as the gentleman got Dali and the Dong family came forward to clean up the country, he would definitely be able to manage Dali properly on behalf of his husband!"

Duan Wu snorted, and said nothing without saying anything. The barbarians are generous in character and do not look down on people who are timid and cowardly and can only speak out. The Dong family's slogans are loud and they are afraid of anything, which really makes him disgusted.

Changsun Hong kept a friendly smile. He knocked on the table and said to the four people: "Don't worry, no one dares to touch you here. I met the people from the Gao family just to numb them and talk about the cession and stopping the war. Do you want the people you are looking for? "

"Yes, yes!" The old man with white beard quickly replied that he was Dong Ruotang, the head of the Dong family. If Changsun Hong wanted the Dong family to take charge of the Dali court, Dong Ruotang would be the best choice, so he agreed to the most actively: "The Duan clan, from the founding emperor Duan Siping, borrowed troops from the 36 barbarian tribes to establish the country, has a total of thousands of descendants. Among them, Duan Siping's younger brother Duan Siying succeeded to Taizong after Duan Siping's death. The descendants of the two bloodlines have fought several coups for the throne. The current Dali king Duan Zhixiang is from Duan Siping's lineage. In order to prevent Duan Siying's descendants from holding power and oppressing them extremely, we sent people to join them easily."

He looked gloomy and contented, and was obviously very satisfied with completing the errand: "We chose it and thought Duan Zhilang, the 19th generation grandson of Duan Siying, is very suitable. This person is only nineteen years old. He is a young man, has a peaceful and indifferent personality, likes piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, is a good actor to watch opera, and has mediocre qualifications. He is an excellent candidate for Mr. Changsun's support."

When Dong Ruotang said this, his face was as if a powerful minister was about to underestimate the emperor, and his face was full of excitement, so he almost drooled.

"Okay, then it's him." Changsun Hong admired his expression, as if he was watching a big drama: "All matters we contacted will be handed over to you. At the appropriate time, I will send Duan Wu to come and have an interview with him."

"Yes, sir, please don't worry, everything will be done." The people from the Dong family stood up and bowed to Changsun Hong.

"Duan Wu will discuss the remaining details with you. He is the leader of the army and the future general manager of Dali. Please get close to him and don't mess it up." Changsun Hong also stood up and walked out. When he passed by Duan Wu, he patted his shoulder.

Duan Wu nodded silently, and went to the position where Changsun Hong had sat. He put the long knife on his waist on the table with a "bang" sound, and said expressionlessly: "Then let's start."

Several people from the Dong family sat down tremblingly, glanced at the long sword that seemed to emit bloody smell, and agreed noddedly and sat down.

The air outside the house is fresh and scented with a faint fragrance of camellia. Taking a deep breath makes people feel refreshed.

There are mountains on all sides, towering together, one mountain connected by another, and one mountain is even higher than the other. Changsun Hong walked out of the low house, stood on the steps, staring at the continuous mountains.

Kowloon Angde followed him, keeping a three-step distance, silent as if the shadow of Changsun Hong.

"Ande, do you know? Outside this mountain, there are vast worlds, vast plains, huge cities, rushing rivers, and countless people. In big cities, people can connect into a cloud by waves, and stomp their feet together to shake down a city by shaking their feet together." Changsun Hong did not turn around. He knew that Nine Dragon Ande was by his side: "They fought a war, and they had tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands in size. A war, a battle lasted for decades, and countless people died, and no matter how big the city was, they could crush them into ruins."
Chapter completed!