This is a post station clutch, or an 800-mile rush. This can be seen from the triangular yellow flag standing on the bow of the ship.

Eight hundred miles in a hurry, and the imperial court awarded gold medals, those who blocked the enemy died and those who rebelled died. Since the Tang Dynasty, there has been a saying that it would rather block the road of the official family than block the Yima Road. No one can hinder the postman who sent the message, otherwise the government will definitely punish you for your death.

Correspondingly, unless the sky is about to collapse, the expedition postman cannot be easily used.

Wang Kui regained Xichuan and attached great importance to the construction of the post station. The critical situation forced him to do so. Once there was a problem with the post road and the invaders from other places could not receive the news in time, it would be a big problem.

Changsun Hong looked more tighter than him, but the focus was different. Changsun Hong mainly protected the smooth openings between Dali and Xichuan, and it was a pleasure to build bridges and roads. Ten miles a pavilion and a hundred miles a post, with all horses and fast boats, people had food and horses and grass, and half of the southwest was firmly included in the control of the Shimenfan Information System.

This fast ship was the postman who boarded the boat and followed the Zhongjiang River when he sent a fast horse from Chengdu to Jianzhou.

The yellow flag on the bow of the ship is obviously in urgent need.

Changsun Hong stood on the pier, his face changed slightly.

Is there anything that made Wang Kui so uneasy that he actually used 800 miles to send a message?

Did the Mongols go south again?

Countless thoughts flashed in his mind, lightning and thunder, Changsun Hong was even a little nervous, the wheel of history was rolling, and he didn't know where to go. If the butterfly effect was caused by the various actions he had traveled through time, no one could predict what would happen.

In an instant, the clutch rolled sails and fell into the dock and moved closer to the dock. The school jumped straight away and jumped from the boat to the dock. He recognized Changsun Hong, and knelt down on one knee, holding a bamboo tube in both hands, and handed it on.

The bamboo tube beeswax sealed, covered with the mercury seal of the Department of the Inspectorate. The school lowered its head and said, "Mr. Wang, the commander of the West River, has an urgent case to report to the Rongzhou Tuanjian, Lord Changsun, please accept the letter!"

Changsun Hong frowned, took the bamboo tube, removed the seal, and poured out a scroll. The paper surface of the scroll was smooth, and it was obviously the best Saiwenkui.

Changsun Hong was unintentionally interested in appreciating the quality of paper. He quickly showed his urgent display letters, and his face was as gloomy as dark clouds.

The letter is very short and can be read at a glance. There is nothing else in the whole article, just over a dozen large characters with ink traces.

"The northern enemy went south and surrendered to us. Please go to Chengdu quickly to discuss this matter."

The Northern Heroes surrendered to the Southern Song Dynasty?

This is very rare. Since only the southerners are traitors, they have never seen traitors.

Holding the letter paper, Changsun Hong focused his thoughts, and countless thoughts popped up in his mind instantly.

With just a few words and sloppy handwriting, it can be seen that Wang Kui must be equally excited when writing these, but he was vague and did not explain clearly who was coming to surrender.

This makes Changsun Hong unwilling to be indifferent. The Mongolian Khan has just died and there is a storm of undercurrents inside. Could it be that the one who surrendered to me has something to do with the civil strife in Mongolia?

However, if you want to break your head while standing on the riverside, you might as well rush to Chengdu and take a look. So you put away the bamboo tube and Changsun Hong decided to leave immediately.

This time I went to Chengdu, the mountains and rivers were separated by each other, and I couldn’t come back for ten days or half a month. There were many things here, and I had to make arrangements if I could leave.

Even Rongzhou was not back. In Fushun Prison, Changsun Hong issued military orders to summon the generals of Shimenfan barbarians near Lingjing Prison.

The cavalry came out everywhere and sent orders to all directions.

Shimenfan was very efficient. At noon the next day, all the chief generals and above gathered in the Salt Administration Lobby of Fushun Supervisory. The warriors in and out were covered with helmets and armor. The people holding sticks on both sides of the gate were furious and frightened the salt administration officials who were already afraid of the barbarian army and were trembling with errands. They were trembling with their errands in the shadow of the warriors.

After everyone gathered, Changsun Hong set up their respective tasks one by one. The central idea was of course to consolidate and maintain the new policy of salt profit set up by spending a lot of effort. Rui Fuxiang's overlord position was unshakable. The Manchu Department controlled the Salt Supervision and ordered that the salt was sold without any distribution.

The generals were ordered by each other. The two supervisors of Lingjing Supervisors and Fushun Supervisors hid in the corner and whispered. They were raised by Changsun Hong, and they were beaten and threatened by the ears of the face. Then the spring breeze blew on his face to comfort the candy and squeezed it like kneading dough. They were sobbing and pinching it like kneading dough. They were obedient and submissive.

The barbarian general Na Duozhi stood on the right hand of Changsun Hong. He wanted to speak but stopped several times, as if he had something to say. He also took into account the miserable number of people in the hall and was inconvenient to speak. He was so sad that he was so sad that he felt uncomfortable.

Changsun Hong was completely in sight. This young barbarian was familiar with books, active, smart and brave, looking at problems and taking into account the overall situation. He was like Kowloon Ang De. Changsun Hong knew exactly what he was thinking at this moment.

After leaving, there must be a strategy for dealing with the officials of the Southern Song Dynasty. Otherwise, although Changsun Hong was dissatisfied with the Yanzheng administration, he would not dare to force himself, once he left, he might have any trouble. Changsun Hong is the king of Dali, and his identity is there, and no one dares to despise him. Other barbarians are not. When it comes to rank and official positions, you can just take a prefect and suppress Natuzhi and others.

This must be what Naduzhi is worried about.

"After I leave, Natuzhi is fully responsible for the military affairs here. The general is responsible for the military affairs. What he said is equivalent to my personal words. You must not disobey disrespect!" After some arrangements, Changsun Hong said the most important words in a deep voice: "The two salt supervisors in Fushun and Lingjing are of great importance. No military generals cannot be controlled. Therefore, according to the order of the commander of the commander, the two salt supervisors and supervisors of the two salt supervisors must also obey Natuzhi's Quan Qing. They must report to him every day in the salt administration and not violate it!"

This stick is equivalent to killing any ghost abacus. Changsun Hong left without taking the army, and the barbarian soldiers were still guarding Rongzhou and two salt prisons. Thousands of people were eyeing him. Who dared not to follow Changsun Hong's intention?

The two supervisors were tense. No matter what their thoughts were, they could only obey their orders at this moment.

Natuzhi was solemn and bowed solemnly under the generals' gaze. Changsun Hong handed over the important task of staying behind to him. It was obvious that he was to promote him to a very important position, higher than the barbarian generals.

The power of the general's military affairs is equivalent to the rights of the Regent Sun Hong, who manages the two salt prisons and the military affairs of Rongzhou. Although there is no order from the Song court, it is just a lack of one position.

Everyone looked at him with joy and expectation.

For the first time, some people were able to make a name for themselves and manage the territory of the Central Plains court.

Originally, only barbarians act as cows and horses, and were despised, and finally they were proud of themselves.

"I will obey the order!" Naduzhi replied in a strong and resolute and courageous manner.

But he had no expression of joy at all, but was full of thought.

Before he could open his mouth and say it, Changsun Hong had already taken out a gift bag and handed it to him through the table, saying, "After I leave, you can put it away. If an outsider leads his troops to interfere with the new policy on salt benefits, because the journey is long and it is inconvenient to ask me, you can open it and act as stated on it."

After a pause, the expression on his face became cold and he added: "You can do it even if you have anything to do, I'll take care of it!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!