The mourning Du brothers' "mourning" has almost deteriorated recently. In Du Xianggong's mourning hall, people come to sing karaoke every day, not only sing karaoke, but also chat...

"What does brother mean?"

"The president has been busy these days, not only the princes, princesses, but also the old Dukes, county dukes, and Da Shang, and the people behind...hey."

"Fortunately, I don't have to make a fuss. When I was a child, I was poor and I beat them. I'll sacrifice my life. I'm reluctant to let this situation. I'm mom... I have more than a dozen shops in Wuhan and there is a room in Longqingfang. I've been disabled for three generations of poor people."

"There is no need to say more about whether to fight or not. If the emperor wants to ask about the president, he has to wait for the president to turn around before he can decide."

"But those bachelors and gentlemen come to worship the door, they must see each other."

"The people from Hongwen Pavilion are afraid they don't know something."

The entire Du House is full of people every day, just like a teahouse, and they are discussing recent changes there every day. When everyone comes, they say they want to "condolence" Mr. Du and come to express their condolences. The result is to your mother. The portrait of Du Ruhui in the mourning hall is staring blankly as a group of people playing mahjong in the courtyard.

Bang!

"fifty thousand!"

"Touch! Three!"

"What kind of constitution is there, it's really hard to explain."

"Anyway, this time, I'm completely convinced. The president... is unfathomable."

I originally wanted to say "smart and calculating", but Zhang De didn't think he was planning anything. After twenty years of slutching, he seemed to have gotten up inexplicably.

Sometimes others wonder, brother, how did your money come from, probably only "the wind blows" can explain this kind of metaphysics.

After all, even members of the "Zhongyi Society" are not Zhang De's hard-core friend or confidant for many years, it is basically impossible to take the overall picture and look at the problem. The layout over the past 20 years has been from thousands of miles of sand to thousands of miles of stone pond, and the manpower, material and financial resources consumed are just a bottomless pit and an abyss.

When you stare at the abyss, the abyss will give you a passionate wet kiss, which will make your tongue numb...

The emperor asked the Jianghan Observer that everyone in the game knew very well that this was a negotiation. Moreover, if it were not for the Jianghan Observer Zhang De who was a "loyal minister" of the national dynasty, he would probably not be another "Wei River Alliance" of the emperor, and the little black spots in life would be much better than the Turkic overlords.

Lao Zhang said that Turkic waste is worthy of being a little bully? Is it fun?

Not fun?

That's a big bully.

The governor's offices in all the world do not know the variables of the old capital Chang'an, but some people have long been mentally prepared even if they don't know about the "radical changes" in China.

In the mansion of the former richest man in Chang'an, Yuchi Ritian, Yuchi looked around: "When the country is prosperous, it is the time to use people. It is now the time to select talents in Xiongzhou, the world is now!"

The young "guests" who depended on the Yuchi family were all inspiring. The most popular one in the entire Yuchi family is the youngest Yuchi Huan. At this moment, not to mention his nephews, even his brothers, they followed Yuchi Huan around, and others might not have heard of any news.

However, here in Yuchi Huan has the "patriotic enthusiasm" of major prefectures on both sides of the Yangtze River.

"I wish to advance and retreat with you!"

The voice was loud and sang in unison, Yuchi Huan had a smile on his face, and he was really calm inside. He knew that he was not as calm as Brother Zhang. He was still Yuchi Gong, and every step was full of danger. The emperor could be "shocked" because Brother Zhang could take out something that "shocked" the emperor.

What does Yuchi Gong have?

Back then, the emperor praised Yuchi Gong for his horse spear and his bow, and he could go anywhere in the world. But if you really want to talk about the horse spear, I am afraid that it would not be enough to be beaten in front of Qin Qiong ten times.

The Northern Army of Anbei Protectorate was so sharp that it was firmly controlled by the Taiyuan Palace of the Northern Capital. The military commander team had to be counted in one quarter. The Protectorate had no hope of threatening China. As long as the emperor was willing, a single imperial edict could encircle Yuchi Gong's life.

The adjutants from both sides joined the army, but they knew if they were the emperor.

"A Huan, Zhang De... Zhang Caozhi, he entered the palace and asked what kind of constitution it was."

"Can brother keep it confidential?"

Yuchi Baoqi nodded repeatedly, "Never tell others."

"Okay, I can."

"Um?"

After saying that, Yuchi Huan smiled slightly, bowed his hand, said goodbye to his brother, called a horse, and went to Du's house.

"Brother Li, I'm a little nervous."

"What's there to be afraid of? When we meet again in Chang'an City, I still think the world's majestic city should be like this."

"Aren't you afraid of what you are holding my hand? Are you still shaking?"

"Am I trembling? I am sympathetic to you and my brother, what's wrong with holding your hand?"

Mr. Li looked at Shangguan Tingzhi with a pale face, and after a while, he lowered his head and said, "Jin Hong, I am really a little scared. Why do you think I am a clan of the royal family? If you start fighting, I will definitely die."

"If you are not afraid, just call you 'brother-in-law' at you shamelessly, and you will not die."

“…”

At this moment, the girls who did not follow Chang'an in Wuhan were all very grateful. Even the Turkic mare, who had always been indifferent, were extremely anxious and could not sleep at all.

Every hour, new news will come back, and the situation is extremely tense.

No one knew that things were so serious.

Fang Xuanling also secretly arrived in Wuhan from Nanchang early. He did not go to see his old friend and his partner for the last time. He also called "Fang Mou Duan". To the world, this is a bit "indifferent".

But Fang Qiao had to do so too.

"Sir, this memorial..."

Fang Yiai, who has always been a bastard, was extremely nervous at this time. There was an eunuch standing beside him, Owen, who had just come from "Hunan".

"One Official."

"I dare not call my husband like this, just call me "Xiao Ou"."

"The local people's conditions are complicated. If everything is to be passed on to the front, it will be inconvenient. If the local people have a "wind and rainy place" in the center, it will be much lighter."

"My husband is a pillar of the country. This 'Jinzouyuan' incident will definitely succeed..."

"The mountains are high and the road is long, and the boats are exhausted. Ou... Pay attention to your health on the road."

"Thank you for your public relations."

When Fang Jun led Owen out, gold bars and silver dollars had been prepared outside the house, which made Owen's eyes bulge. Although he knew that these "A-dog items" were not all of them, it would be great to get a part of them.

The Fang family... is rich.

Owen and his men set off from Hanyang to Chang'an. When they were about to leave, they heard loud calls coming from the steel mill not far away.

“There are all!”

"Report the number!"

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five..."

The carriages slowly advanced, and the streets were unprecedentedly "depressed". However, the workshops were filled with noise and gongs and drums. The ranks of caravans gathered outside the city.

The tycoons and merchants who had always been arrogant in the past were like quails, and were suppressed by all the officials sent by the government, and they were allowed to produce whatever they were produced.

Bang!

In the convoy, there were things like sandbags. Irving had good eyesight and could see clearly that it was all food.

Beep-

A rapid whistle sounded, and in a silk reeling factory, a healthy woman was holding a wind-fire stick and shouting whistle, practicing a team of female workers lined up there.

"Yeah! What is the woman going to do?!"

Irving felt even more incredible.
Chapter completed!