"A hundred thousand army? True and false!" Zhou Shixiong had to figure this out. If it was an imaginary number, for example, 20,000 to 30,000 claiming to be 100,000 or 100,000 is acceptable. If it is true, Zhou Shixiong might have to travel far away to the Northern Dynasties or go to Beijing to take refuge.

"It's true, it's false." Li Fusheng played a word game for Zhou Shixiong, and Zhou Shixiong was so angry that he wanted to scold people.

"Let me tell me, be careful I'll be unlucky for your son!" Li Fusheng accepted Zhou Shixiong's suggestion to take care of his family and provided Hu Guangli with a family resume, so that Zhou Shixiong knew that this guy had a son named Li Xunzhi's name. He is only fifteen years old and is already a dignified scholar. For Zhou Shixiong, except for the scholar who is qualified to use the word dignity, even the scholars cannot be used as a juren and Jinshi.

"Okay, don't talk about my son all day long, as if I'm afraid of you, okay?" Li Fusheng regretted it! Isn't it just that he has a son, why do you show off? Now, the young master is asking for trouble for himself all day long. He has not changed the water in the vase and has to deal with my son. This is all my son's business!

"I'm not saying it quickly." Zhou Shixiong didn't know why he liked to talk about Li Fusheng's son. Maybe he was subconsciously jealous of Li Fusheng.

"There are definitely a 100,000 army, but Sicheng Prefecture is not that many. This is the total number of troops in the Cen clan of Guangxi. Cen Zhaoxi, Sicheng Prefecture, has about 30,000 wolf soldiers and about 20,000 auxiliary soldiers."

"Who is Cen Zhaoxi?" Zhou Shixiong felt that this was reasonable. With the sparse population of Liaoren in Guangxi, no state can afford to support an army of 100,000.

"Cen Yunhan's second son was the younger brother of Cen Zhaojian, the governor of Sicheng Prefecture. This Cen Zhaoxi is very problematic. Judging from the history of Cen's family, it is common to kill his father and seize the throne and power, but Cen Zhaoxi has always been suppressed by his elder brother Cen Zhaojian and has no strength at all. At the beginning of the year, Cen Zhaoxi invited a group of masters from somewhere, not only destroyed his brother's family, but also wiped out Cen Zhaojian's iron supporters. The most special thing is that those who helped him were Han people."

As the incident had been happening almost a year, the news of Cen Zhaoxi killing his brother to seize power had already spread in Guangxi. It was only because Zhou Shixiong had never cared about the fight between the Dongman people that Hu Guangli did not report the relevant information. In addition, Cen Zhaoxi had no intention of hiding inside information at all. Perhaps in order to shock the Cen clan members of other prefectures, he deliberately added fuel to the fire, which made the incident a lot.

"Since Cen Zhaoxi has just seized his brother's foundation, he must use time to stabilize the internal situation. How could the emperor say that he wants to rebel?" Zhou Shixiong couldn't figure out that no one in power would be an idiot, especially a winner who has experienced the power struggle. How could he raise the flag to rebel under internal instability?

"Young master, I think there are two possibilities. One is that the one who wants to rebel is not Cen Zhaoxi, but his brother Cen Zhaojian. The other is that Cen Zhaoxi's desire to rebel is smoke, and uses external pressure to force the family to be loyal to him." Because there is too little information, it is already very good for Li Fusheng to come up with these two points. At least Zhou Shixiong did not expect the second possibility at all, which made him a little jealous of the wisdom of the former Bailu Cave Academy.

"I may have thought of the first one, but I may have been a little confused about the second one. Aren't he afraid that his family will betray him under pressure?" Zhou Shixiong still knew his abilities, so he had to ask clearly if he didn't understand.

"Young master, you understand this idea, but Cen Zhaoxi's situation is special. He relies entirely on external forces to seize power, and it is not against the existing power class. If anyone wants to kill Cen Zhaoxi the most, I am afraid that the lords of all cities in Sicheng Prefecture want to do this. Since everyone wants to die, he lives well, it means that no one in Sicheng Prefecture can deal with him. Since no one can deal with him, Cen Zhaoxi is certainly not afraid of betraying anything." Li Fusheng felt that Zhou Shixiong's IQ was a flaw and patiently tutored this mentally retarded child in his mind.

"I understand. Sicheng Prefecture originally had no rivals in the northwest of Guangxi. If Cen Zhaoxi used the means of winning over Shi En to solve the resistance of the city lords of each city, it would probably not be possible for ten or eight years. So he simply created an illusion of crisis and oppressed the city lords to take the initiative to move closer to him. Good methods and scheming!" Zhou Shixiong finally understood. It seemed that he was really not a matter of politics.

"Young master, no matter what the Cen family in Sicheng Prefecture wants to do, we have many things to do from nothing to achieve. Relying on the troops of Zhennanguan alone is not enough to protect the territory of Pingxiangwei." Li Fusheng was sure that the outside world would not threaten Zhou Shixiong for the time being, so he should do the Pingxiangwei as soon as possible, so he had his own strength and the ability to fight against the threat.

"Well, I want to go around Pingxiangwei and learn more about the situation." Zhou Shixiong had never been an official, but fortunately, he had watched many novels and TV series describing the officialdom. He knew that officials at all levels had to go to the grassroots level to investigate and understand the situation before they could manage it. No matter who those officials were conducting serious research or eating, drinking and having fun, this system was very correct, and Zhou Shixiong decided to learn it.

When Youmin was left to guard the house, Zhou Shixiong led Zhu Ying, Li Zhenhe and Fang Zhenghua and set off with ten Jinyiwei. After checking the land deeds and accounts left by Huang Chengen, Zhou Shixiong knew how small Pingxiangzhou was. In the entire Pingxiangzhou, except for the prefecture capital Baiyuncheng and Zhennanguan, two town-level units, only the Shangshizhai of the Great Wu Zhu Huangbo and the Guqizhai of Huang Chenghui, were large villages with a population of over 5,000.

The salt well is located in the Hushan Village, fifty miles north of Baiyun City. This village was built to protect the salt well. Zhou Shixiong came here first because the army needed a lot of salt to supplement consumption, unlike the people who could live a life with a little saltiness.

When the unscrupulous Huang Chengen moved away, he took away all the craftsmen, and even the craftsmen who dug wells were not spared. Hushanzhai could only rely on more than fifty salt wells to get braised and fried salt. Zhou Shixiong watched the villagers pour the yellow brine into a large tank. After a little precipitation, the salt-fried people came to scoop a bucket of brine in a wooden barrel and poured it into the pot to cook.

"Who is in charge here?" Zhou Shixiong's group was naked and beautiful, and he knew that he was not an ordinary person at first sight. It was said that the leader of the village should have come out to greet him long ago, but Zhou Shixiong had to go around the village, but no one came to greet him on his own initiative. Zhou Shixiong had to ask.

"The tiger master was sick the day before yesterday, and several of them were at his house." The villagers who were asked by Zhou Shixiong answered tremblingly, fearing that the noble man in front of him would do something with the knife on his waist.

"Take me to the Huye's house." Zhou Shixiong said, but the villagers dared not refuse. They bent down and led the way in front. Hushan Village is not big. Except for the salt well and salt farm, the remaining places for villagers to live in are only half of the size.

The entire village was built in a very sloppy manner, with stilt houses mixed together, and the streets were also winding and large. When you walked to the northernmost end of the village, a courtyard composed of three stilt houses appeared in your eyes. It was probably the mansion of the village owner.

The villagers ran in to report the news, but Zhou Shixiong did not follow him and waited at the door. It was not that Zhou Shixiong was pretending to be an air. This was a basic politeness. If the master didn't invite you, he would go in. In ancient times, he could be a thief.

Soon, two short and strong young men ran out, and one of them bowed to Zhou Shixiong, "What kind of advice do you have for the nobles? The ancestor of the family was not in good health and could not meet guests. If you have something to say, please tell me." Unexpectedly, this short and strong man knew how to make an official accent, and Zhou Shixiong was even more interested.

"Do you know the name of the miracle doctor in Xiangzhou?" Zhou Shixiong thought, it was just right for a patient, and he was a little itchy when he was idle during this period.

"Of course I know that Dr. Zhou can live and die and die, and even the Great Witch Zhu respects him!" This person looks a little taller than the first young man, and his face looks younger, so he should be a younger brother or something.

"Is this miracle doctor old?" Zhou Shixiong smiled at the two of them, and suddenly raised his face and asked.

"Ah!" The two young people were frightened. They didn't expect the miracle doctor to appear here. If they were from the city, they would immediately suspect that they encountered a liar. The first reaction of these two young people was, "Are you a miracle doctor Zhou? It's great, please come in and please come in."

Seeing that the yard was small, Zhou Shixiong ordered Zhu Ying and the others to wait outside, and he and Fang Zhenghua walked into the yard. Following the two young men to the second floor, a group of people gathered around an old man by the fire pit. The two young men loudly introduced Dr. Zhou to come.

Zhou Shixiong walked to the couch and looked at it. The old man was already unconscious. If he hadn't happened to come to Hushan Village, he would probably have a funeral tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. The robot took action to cure all diseases. In less than half an hour, the old man's breathing stabilized. That night, the old man could sit up and drink porridge by himself.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace by the miracle doctor. I have met the imperial envoy." Unexpectedly, the old man knew Zhou Shixiong and saw that his nephews in the family were still dazed. The old man was angry, "I won't salute to Lord Zhou, I'm itchy, right?"

A large number of people knelt in the house, but the place was not enough. The two people came in and were squeezed out of the house. Zhou Shixiong quickly asked them to get up. It doesn't matter whether they worship or not. He has something to do. "Get up, if the old man can hold on, I happen to ask you something."

"No problem, I'm much better." Huang Feihu drove all the children out and sat opposite Zhou Shixiong waiting for him to ask questions.

"I remember that Huangtusi took away several village leaders, why didn't you leave?" To know Zhou Shixiong, he must have some status in Xiangzhou, because Zhou Shixiong either went out for half a year and did not go home, or stayed at home without showing his face. Only a few large-scale ceremonies did Zhou Shixiong come out and swayed. Most people were in the distance, so how could they see clearly who was who?

"I have been ill for a long time. A few unfilial descendants in my family often fight for this family business. Huangtusi doesn't want to take these troubles to Silingzhou. Besides, there is no salt well in Silingzhou. Taking them there is only a waste of food." Zhou Shixiong probably understood that Lao Huang was in poor health, and the family often had disputes over property disputes. In addition, Silingzhou did not use salt well, so the family went there in vain, so Huang Chengen gave up on them.

ps: When will the red ticket be available? Ask the readers for the wine!
Chapter completed!