Chapter 64: Military management is nothing small

Zijin Mountain is steep and winding like a dragon. It is named because purple rocks appear on the hillside and shines golden light under the sunlight.

The Xiaolingwei camps on the southern foot of Zijin Mountain were layered, with wooden fences, barbed wire mesh, trenches, and fortifications spring up like mushrooms after a rain. Perhaps while the kings of Tianjing were still debating whether to take advantage of the Pingyuan army's foothold and not yet steadily launched an offensive, the Jiangnan camp suddenly stood under the city of Nanjing like a war giant.

In fact, it is not just Zijin Mountain or Jiangshan. In Jubao Mountain Yuhuatai, Qinglong Mountain, Xingguo Temple, Pingyuan Army flags are flying everywhere. On the river surface, gunboats can be seen cruising from afar. The entire Nanjing city has been surrounded by Pingyuan Army iron barrels.

He rode his horse under the city of Nanjing, looked at the ancient and magnificent city wall, and listened to the Pingyuan infantry phalanx that covered the sky and the sun and accepted his shout of "Swearing to serve the general!" when he was inspected by him, and the boss of You Ma.

"Boss Ma, sit down." Ye Zhao greeted him.

Boss Ma was stunned and saw that the young man in strange black clothes had moved a chair a few feet next to the octagonal table. He had to arch his waist and sit down next to his butt. His eyes were swept on Ye Zhao and Su Hongniang, and then he retracted like an electric shock. He was shocked. Where did these two immortal figures come from? I don’t know how to describe the gorgeous elegance and nobleness. Even when I listened to the storytelling, I talked about the True Lord of the Four Seas of Heaven and the Fairy Concubine, the Immortal Prince imagined in my head was far from these two.

It’s not that Boss Ma is ashamed. The richest people he has ever seen are just big families in the city. It’s good to see people who have clean faces on weekdays. Any ordinary woman put on clean clothes and two small gold beads on her ears. She would be afraid that she would be unable to open her eyes, let alone people like Ye Zhao and Matchmaker.

"Boss Ma, don't be afraid. Ask you something, if there are any disturbances in the city, even if it's a rumor, tell me." Ye Zhao said, shaking the folding fan to cut the face of the matchmaker's knife and blowing away the heat. The matchmaker was speechless, and it became more and more coaxing people, but even though he knew he was coaxing people, he still felt sweet.

Boss Ma kept shook his head and said repeatedly: "No, I really haven't heard of it. After the heavenly soldiers entered the city, they were completely unrest." As he said that, he naturally did not dare to raise his head.

Ye Zhao laughed: "Actually, I am a disturbing citizen today. Do you know where to sue me?"

"There is a yamen in front of the gate. What's the name? Military Discipline Department?" Boss Ma said subconsciously, then shook his head: "No, no, I dare not, I dare not." As he said that, he couldn't help but reach out and touch Yin Yang in his purse on his waist.

When Ye Zhao heard that he knew about the Military Discipline Inspection Department, he nodded and said, "I won't take Yin Yang back, otherwise if you really go and report me, I will be beaten."

Boss Ma laughed apologetically. Although he was curious, was this military discipline yamen really in charge? But he didn't dare to ask more questions after all.

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Ye Zhao didn't eat much noodles, so he went to several shops with the matchmaker, and met a team of patrol soldiers. The officers and soldiers were commanders, ordering the grain and rice shops and other shops that affect the lives of the residents in the city that must be opened. During the military control period, no taxes were collected, which also indicated that the Japanese warehouse opened the warehouse and released grain. They were beating the gong and shouting loudly at the top of their voices, and there was no such thing as Pingyuan Army, who did not take any stitches and threads from the people, and those who violated military discipline could go to the Qianmen Yamen to report the matter, etc.

Ye Zhao smiled and said that Zheng Gouzi was a little worse to unite the gentry. After all, he was a poor man and had been exploited by the gentry, so he had no good feelings for the gentry. But he had a good idea to calm people's hearts.

Although Ye Zhao and others were obviously wearing the Southern Dynasties' clothing, a large group of people were flirting with each other and were inevitably stopped by soldiers in charge of the inspection and asked questions. The guards took out their cards to send them away.

When he went back, Ye Zhao naturally rode his bike to carry the matchmaker away, swaying across the city, and he felt so beautiful.

Ye Zhao lived in the back house of the prefect's yard, while Guiliang was placed under house arrest in the East Cluster Courtyard. Walking on the pebbly path, the breeze blew, and the green bamboo rustled, which was quiet.

"It seems that the military control can be over. In two days, the police will be transferred to me. You can also help me with my personal choice." Ye Zhao said, and had already arrived in front of a wing room. The black uniform guard gently pushed open the door, and Ye Zhao and the matchmaker walked in slowly.

The wing room is clean and elegant, with a hard screen separated from the inside and outside, six or seven feet wide, embedded with the palace map of the Song Dynasty, the attic is flying ridges, towering into the clouds and Han, the mountains are far away, and autumn geese are everywhere.

Gui Liang sat upright on the chair in front of the screen, like a master in Shentang. When he saw Ye Zhao coming in, he didn't get up. It seemed that he had moved the chair by himself.

Ye Zhao smiled slightly when he saw his big-sized golden sword posture and said, "Gui Zhongtang, I heard that you are not used to southern food. The chef has changed it for you. What are you not accustomed to?"

Gui Liang has been waiting for this day. When he saw this treacherous slander, did he denounce him or ignore him? Gui Liang had been thinking for a long time, and now he was sitting upright, and snorted in his nose: "This is not my thatched cottage, what are you used to?"

Ye Zhao laughed: "It's good that the middle hall knows how to follow the local customs, so you can rest early." Then he walked out with the matchmaker, and there was nothing to say with him. Even if he arrested a hundred such prisoners, there was no joy, let alone anything to show off. If it weren't for the return of the prince, what's the use of arresting him?

Gui Liang was stunned. He thought about how to deal with this treacherous slander thousands of times and had countless plans, such as how he wrote to the emperor and scolded the treacherous slanderer for rioting the country, and how he ridiculed Ye Zhao when Ye Zhao advised him to surrender. However, he unexpectedly, he went around and left after saying a few words.
Chapter completed!