Volume 1 of the Song Dynasty: Freshly Clothes and Angry Horses When I was a Boy, Chapter 449: Seeking for the Wise. If Jia Sidao knew that every word he said to Li Zong in the secret room appeared in front of the object he criticized, he didn't know how wonderful the expression would be.

At the end of the secret report, Hu Buxian added his own words. In Changsun Hong's opinion, this was a very obvious signal that Hu Buxian showed that he was tied to Changsun Hong's ship closer and more obvious.

He wrote three words: "Hongmen Banquet".

There are not many words, and the meaning is very good.

Changsun Hong looked at these three words deeply, stared at them for a long time, then leaned his head a little back, pillowed on the back of the recliner, closed his eyes, and let the sunshine sprinkled from the leaves on his head shine on himself, bringing a hint of warmth.

The idlers in the inner courtyard of the official office should not enter, it is quiet and elegant. Even the servants who serve far away walked out of the courtyard gate, not disturbing the thoughtful Ghost King.

This is something that all close servants know. When the Ghost King is alone in a relaxed manner, he is often thinking about major events, and many decisions that have made the outside world drastically change are made under such circumstances.

Changsun Hong's right hand was gently tapped on the stone table, making a slight knock.

A skylark that flew from nowhere fell on a cloud-sparking deep in the yard, looking around, jumping around on the branches, tilting his head to look at the person who was motionless in the yard. Finally, he became bold and jumped over, landed on the stone table to peck at the plate of dried radish next to the tea bowl.

It was the meal that Changsun Hong had when he was breakfast. It tasted sour and crispy and chewy. After eating, Changsun Hong kept it as a snack for his leisure time.

The skylark pecked and jumped aside quickly. After waiting, he found that the person with only his fingers moving without threatening his actions, he jumped over again, pecked again, and jumped away again.

After repeating this several times, the skylark finally determined that the man was probably asleep, so it flew to the edge of the dish with confidence and buried its head in the hands of the largest dried radish.

At that moment, Changsun Hong's narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and his right hand was startled like lightning. Before the skylark could not come and escaped, he grabbed the bird's body and grabbed it firmly in the palm of his hand.

The skylark struggled in horror and kept twisting, but a flat-haired beast was no match for humans. In the iron-clad hand of Changsun Hong, it had no power to resist.

A breeze blew, bringing up a long silk scarf behind Changsun Hong's soft-horned head, floating behind his head. He sat upright and looked at the bird in his hand.

The dried radish that was pecked at him fell on his hand.

"Birds die for food, so why aren't people the same?" Changsun Hong smiled and touched the head of the lark with horror in his eyes twice, shook his head, and threw the frightened bird into the sky.

The skylark regained his freedom and immediately flapped his wings and ran away without looking back.

"The cunning rabbit died and the lackeys cooked. The ancients did not deceive me, but the rabbit was not dead yet, so they just wanted to beat the dog." Changsun Hong looked up at the skylark that gradually disappeared from the eaves, leaned on the back of the chair again, picked up the dried radish that had been pecked by the bird a few times, and looked at it, and a playful arc appeared on the corner of his mouth: "A princess, why is it more expensive than this dried radish? Eat it, or not?"

He did not answer his words, but just sat quietly and threw the dried radish into the flowers.

No matter how good the dried radish is, no matter how delicious and sweet it is, it will never be eaten by thrown in the flowers.

Two days later, Changsun Hong quietly left Chang'an City, Jingzhao Prefecture, and led his elite troops to the north. There, the Han area of ​​Xingzhou and Yanjing, Zha'er, stubbornly refused Shi Tianze and others' persuasion again and again, insisting on refusing to surrender to Changsun Hong, and even accommodated Di Shun and others who had escaped.

Such a tumor must be removed with a blood blade, otherwise it will lead a large number of small forces that refuse to surrender. With the rigorous attitude of fighting Liu Heima, Changsun Hong personally led almost all his strength over, striving to achieve his merits in one battle.

He left, but left a list.

This list almost posted all the cities, market towns, and even some villages with few people overnight, with few people, no exception.

The person in charge of this work was Monk Zicong, who had resigned to the new boss. This Han man wearing a gray robe monk's uniform every day wrote the list himself.

The name of the list is called "Yuzhaobeiren Tongshi List".

To put it bluntly, it can also be called the order to seek talents.

The general meaning is that the Uighurs, Khitans, Jurchens, Turks, Dangxiang people, Han people, and all kinds of people in the Western Regions, no matter which race or country you are, as long as you are willing to join Changsun Hong of Dali, you will have a hot meal, a piece of clothing, and a stable environment for your family to live in.

Everyone has lived tremblingly under the blade of the Mongols for many years, and their families have been broken and their wives have been separated. They have lived a very frustrated life. Now it’s different. Changsun Hong is the Dali Ghost King. He is the decisive decision for you. Taking advantage of the internal strife of the Mongols, it is a great opportunity to avenge revenge. As long as you listen to the Ghost King and fight for the Ghost King, the Ghost King will lead everyone to live a good life again.

The Ghost King is very kind and does not blame everything in the past. No matter whether you have sold your life for the Mongols in the past, as long as you come here now, you will be good brothers, and even the Mongols who are not in the way of dealing with the Helin Golden Family.

Reduce talents without any restrictions.

As soon as the list was posted, it aroused a violent reaction in Monan. Those who were illiterate, those who were robbed, those who were dressed in a ragged manner, those who were noble and lowly, all gathered in front of the list and studied it carefully. Some young people with passionate blood even recited the words on the list in public with excitement.

Inside the high doors, in the secret room, in the candlesticks, in the teahouse and wine shop, and the mouths are flying everywhere. Anyone who has some skills or thinks he has some skills is talking about this list openly or secretly.

The name of Changsun Hong in Guanzhong has been spread quietly along the Yellow River in recent years, and even the tribes as far as the north of the Mo River have been spread.

Because the people who killed the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty in Mongolia will definitely be well-known. Although Changsun Hong's hands and feet were clean and he left no evidence, some rumors were gradually spreading, and the rumors in the market still made many people feel that they were more true than the official news.

His big seal was stamped at the end of the list, which was very shocking.
Chapter completed!