In June of the second year of Daye, Yang Yuanqing had served as the governor of Fengzhou for a year. At this time, the new capital of Luoyang had been completed. The Sui Dynasty moved the capital to Luoyang and renamed Xijing to Chang'an. At the same time, the whole world changed the state into a county, and Fengzhou was then renamed Wuyuan County.

After the Battle of Dalicheng, the Sui Dynasty increased its development of Wuyuan County, increased its garrison from 10,000 to 20,000, and moved its soldiers' families to the same time, so that they could guard the border with peace of mind, and continued to immigrate to Hetao, cultivate farmland, build water conservancy, and implement military camps. The glory of the pearls on the block was gradually revealed.

The weather is already in midsummer, and the summer in Wuyuan County is also particularly hot. The sky seems to be in fire. The official road outside Jiuyuan County is shrouded in a translucent hot air. After one step, the heat waves will be overwhelmed. Every passerby is sweating profusely, and it is hard to bear the heat.

Jiuyuan County, the original Wuyuan County, was renamed, and Jiuyuan City in the north was also renamed Wuhai City, imitating Dali City and rebuilt it to increase its defense.

That afternoon, a very tall and fat Sui army officer walked up the official road outside Jiuyuan County. He was holding a camel, and his armor and weapons were hung on the camel. He staggered towards Jiuyuan County with difficulty. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to die on the road if he took another step.

This person is Yang Wei. He has now been promoted to the lord of the upper garrison of Dali City, responsible for the fortress around Dali City, which is the original position of Ma Shao. Ma Shao has served as the general of Wuhai Town, and Dali Town will be Yang Sien. The biggest change among them is Fat Fish. He has already thrown away the military and served as deputy supervisor of the city, in charge of auditing the smuggling and tax evasion on the border.

Yang Wei came to Jiuyuan County this time to ask for a batch of summer military uniforms. At the same time, there was an extremely important thing to find Yang Yuanqing. Half a month ago, he received a letter from his father. His grandfather Yang Su was seriously ill and he wanted to take leave to go back to the capital to visit his grandfather.

Half an hour later, Yang Wei finally walked into the county town with difficulty, in the shaded city gate. He leaned against the cold stone wall. He gasped heavily, his eyes turned black and he was almost fainting.

The soldiers guarding the gate knew him and rushed forward with the water bag, "General Yang San, drink a little water. This is the well water that has just been dug. It's still ice!"

There are three generals Yang in Wuyuan County. Yang Sien is called General Yang Er and Yang Wei is called General Yang San. In fact, everyone calls him Fat Sanlang, which is also his nickname since childhood.

Yang Wei snatched the water bag and drank a few sips. The cold well water made him feel refreshed from head to toe. He let out a long breath, and his vitality recovered. He took a few more sips. Then he returned the water bag to the soldiers and said, "You are so lucky. You can drink well water. In the summer, I also apply to you to work as a worker. I would rather be a soldier who is in charge of the well."

All the soldiers laughed. Yang Wei patted the shoulders of the soldiers who sent the water and took big steps to lead the camel into the city. When others rode horses, he rode camels. He weighed more than 270 pounds, plus a pair of eighty pound sledgehammers. The horses he rode in the past were really tortured.

Yang Wei often came to Jiuyuan County and was already familiar with the road. Soon, he came to the Fengzhou General Administration Office. Although Fengzhou was changed to Wuyuan County in government affairs, the military still retained the functions of the Fengzhou General Administration Office.

A group of camels were tied to the horse trotter in front of the General Administration. The camels were covered with gold-edged round-head scalp boxes of Sogdian merchants. The heavy leather boxes seemed to be filled with treasures. Several young Sogdian merchants in white robes and disc hats were combing the camels through the sand they hung on their long hair.

"Where are you from Sogdian?" Yang Wei said hello to the young Sogdian merchants who had been studying for a year but were not yet skilled in Turkic language.

"Since Shi Guo came to Shibo since he was a child, does that sebo know?"

"Oh! I know the hometown of the gem."

Yang Wei tied his camel to the horse stake and smiled and said, "Are you coming here to pay taxes? You have to go to Dali City if you pay taxes!"

"No! We want to buy some tea."

"tea?"

Yang Wei laughed and took out a pack from the horse bag, about a pound, and handed it to the young Sogdian merchant, "Give it to you!"

"Thank you, the general!"

The Sogdian merchant took the tea and sniffed it. He took another one and chewed it in his mouth. At the same time, he looked up and thought about the price of the pound of tea. Of course, he could not ask for it for nothing. The other party did not say that he was giving it to him. After a while, he took out a sapphire the size of a little finger from his pocket and handed it to him.

Yang Wei was not polite either. He took the sapphire and put it in his arms. Tea is so expensive now that he can exchange this pound of tea for twenty thin sheepskins on the grassland. He has never known each other. Of course, he would not give it to this young Sogdian merchant.

More than a year ago, Yang Yuanqing promoted tea in the upper class of the Turks, but it was a great success. Tea became a luxury for the Turks. In April last year, Yang Yuanqing's thousands of dans of inferior tea were snatched away by the Turks, which made him a fortune.

As tea gradually became popular on the grassland, Sogdian merchants also smelled the business opportunities and began to go to the Central Plains to sell tea, but it was not smooth. The tea in Chang'an and Luoyang was basically bought out by Fengzhou in the name of the army, and they could only go to the farther Jiangdu.

However, the tea bought in Jiangdu cannot be stored for a long time, and it will become moldy when transported to the border. The grassland people do not recognize it. Many Sogdian merchants lost their money. Only then did they find that the tea in Fengzhou is different from the tea they bought from Jiangdu. It seems that after some special treatment, the tea was red and copper-colored. They cannot learn this technique. In desperation, Sogdian merchants could only buy tea from Fengzhou at a high price and then transport it to the grassland to sell, making a small profit of only 50% of the fly heads, rather than the profit they dreamed of.

Yang Wei walked into the General Administration Office and met the Chief Secretary Wei Siyun. Wei Siyun was the Chief Secretary and the Governor of Wuyuan County. The General Administration Office and the Governor's Office belong to the same team, two brands, and the military and political integration.

Wei Siyun was born into a famous Wei family in Jingzhao. He was transferred from Sima Ren in Yanzhou last year. He was about 30 years old. He was not tall, had fair skin, and had a foot-long beard. He was a civil servant and was very good at managing finances. After one year of office, he assisted Yang Yuanqing in orderly governance of Wuyuan County.

A few years ago, Wei Siyun met Yang Wei in the capital. They were both famous families and the two had a good relationship. Seeing Yang Wei sweating profusely, he couldn't help but smile and said, "It's so hot that he actually came. Aren't you afraid of being dried into jerky halfway?"

"As long as I have a breath, I'm willing to dry it into jerky."

Yang Wei patted his stomach, worried about his obesity. He leaned his head and looked at the supervisor's room and asked in a low voice: "Is he here?"

"It's here. It'll be fine soon."

Wei Siyun patted his arm. "You wait for the general! I have a step ahead."

Wei Siyun walked quickly, Yang Wei was spinning around the yard with his hands behind his back, and he was very worried. His father said in his letter that his grandfather was very ill and refused to take medicine and did not see the doctor. He probably wouldn't have been able to survive for long, so he asked him to go home and finally meet his grandfather.

Yang Wei didn't know how to tell Yang Yuanqing later that he had been hiding this matter. His father repeatedly told him in letters not to tell Yang Yuanqing about this matter, but he felt that he should have said that he had already thought about it. He just hesitated in his heart, which delayed him for half a month.

Footsteps came from behind, and then several Sogdian merchants begged, "Sell some more to us! It's not easy to go to the grassland. A thousand pounds of tea really won't make much money."

"The new tea this year has not been shipped yet. This is still a little inventory from last year. There is really not much. If you come again in two months, I can sell you three hundred dans."

Yang Yuanqing sent out a few Sogdian merchants out of the room. When he turned his head, he saw Yang Wei in circles in the yard and laughed: "What are you doing when you are so hot?"

"Yuan Qing. I want to tell you something, don't scold me!" Yang Wei was a little unconfident.

"Let's talk! It's so hot outside."

Yang Yuanqing took Yang Wei into the general manager's room. This was the place where Yu Juluo used to work, and now it is used by Yang Yuanqing. The room layout is very simple, with a bookcase and a couch. There are two small tables on the couch, one of which is full of documents.

The room was brightly lit, and there was a character hanging in the middle, with only four characters, "Pearls on the plug". The handwriting was vigorous and the strength was straight through the back of the paper. The character was pasted very delicately. It was written by the prince Yang Guang when he was the Grand Marshal of the Western Expedition in the 20th year of Kaihuang. He had been hanging here.

Yang Yuanqing walked into the room and smiled and said, "You happen to have another letter from home. I'm going to send someone to you in two days. It seems that it was written by your father."

Yang Wei's face turned pale and his whole body trembled. He held the wall and could hardly stand. He had guessed the content of the letter.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Yuanqing couldn't help but ask strangely when he saw his abnormal expression.

Yang Wei 's thump!' knelt down on the ground, slapped himself in the face desperately, and cried loudly, "I'm a bastard! I shouldn't hide it from you, otherwise it would be too late."

Yang Yuanqing grabbed his hand, stared at his eyes and asked, "What happened?"

Yang Wei cried to the ground, "Our grandfather... can't do it."

This sentence was like five thunder, which made Yang Yuanqing stunned. Suddenly, he grabbed Yang Wei's clothes and asked fiercely: "Is it still there?"

Yang Wei looked full of tears and pointed to the letter on the table and shouted: "Look at that letter, open it and look at it, you will know after reading it!"

Yang Yuanqing wiped away the tears in the corner of his eyes and tore open the letter. He spread the letter and read it quickly. He was like he turned into a statue, and a page of letter paper fell from his hands to the ground.

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In the evening, Wei Siyun was worried and hurried back to the General Administration Office. In the yard, he saw Yang Yuanqing, sitting on a big rock like in the afternoon. Yang Yuanqing had been sitting there for almost two hours.

Wei Siyun sighed and stepped forward to persuade him, "A person cannot be resurrected when he dies, the deceased has passed away. General, please beg for the mercy and follow the changes."

After a while, Yang Yuanqing said, "Changshi Wei, I will ask you something."

"General Yang, please say, as long as I can do it, I will definitely agree to you."

"You handled government affairs for me for two months. I want to go back to the capital and send 97 to my grandfather."

Wei Siyun nodded silently, "Don't worry! I will do the job well."

He paused for a moment and asked again, "When will the general go back?"

Yang Yuanqing was silent for a moment, "I will arrange military affairs tomorrow and leave early the morning after tomorrow."

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[Talk update, this month, this month, there will be a small outbreak, and there will be eleven chapters left for repaying debts in June. The debt has been recorded, and Rong Laogao will pay it back slowly]
Chapter completed!