The summer outside the border is short and beautiful. The pure sunlight passes through the drooping white clouds and sprinkles the temperature on the endless grassland. The sky is like a dome, covering the fields. The rolling Yellow River is like a golden streamer rolled from the south, swept by Changshengtian. He painted a few words of strong words on the Ganhepo, Daihai, Junggar, Dalat, etc., and Yu Helin turned south again. The wet wind blew from the surface of the river, blowing away the smoke and blood stains of ancient wars. The lush grasslands were washed into jade-like verdant and lustery, just like the tranquility and tranquility that lasted tens of thousands of years.

The grassland in summer is paradise. There is no winter yellow sand and white snow in the wind, and it is as soft as a girl's lips. The sheep are sprinkled on the grass like pearls. Only when the wind blows can you notice the sunlight reflected by the wool in the blue sea. After more than six months of cold winter, livestock seize the time to enjoy every summer. Four months later, the north wind blows again, and here will return to a world of strong winds and blizzards, and go from heaven to hell.

Businessmen and entrepreneurs who came from all over the country also gathered with the bend of the Yellow River with summer. The rich minerals, broad land, and crisscrossing rivers all provided convenience for emerging industries. Since the end of the war more than ten years ago, this place has become a place to realize its dreams, and has vaguely replaced Huairou in the past. Countless legends of getting rich for several years have been circulated here as the center. Especially in the Dalat tribe, the lucky profiteer Deyong bought an enclave "inadvertently" and actually dug out gold on the old riverbed. The envious merchants drooled when they lifted it.

There are long and melodious pastoral songs hidden in the wind, floating from the distance, lingering on the tip of the grass for a few weeks, and then drifting into the distance with the wind, floating into the ears of entrepreneurs.

Gao Deyong crumpled the newspaper in his hand, sighed a long time, and threw it out the window. On the old riverbed not far from the small building, the Gao guys who were recruiting from all over the country were busy. He dug out a frame of yellow sand and used a water truck to draw water from the Yellow River. He washed back and forth in several cement ponds of large and small, and it was very lively.

"I saw it, I saw it, this pool is so big." A guy shouted loudly, attracting a group of people to watch.

It is Jinsha. This is a good gold mine that Fatty Gao has never seen in his life. The Jinsha here is measured by the Peking Academy and has a purity of up to 98% (98%). Since the discovery of this gold mine, with the convenience of approaching the Yellow River, Fatty can hunt nearly a thousand taels of gold every year. Today is the day when Fatty Huan Pool No. 21 released water. The guy must have seen the dog-headed gold (natural gold nugget) under the water just now, so he was so excited.

Fatty Gao, who was shining with gold, couldn't get enough energy today. He supported his tired body, closed the window, and pulled down the curtains. He put the noise of the guys outside the window, and the excitement was someone else's. He had nothing. Qiao Qing'er had naked feet and floated into Fatty Gao's room like an elf. She was wearing a light green gauze robe and a string of silver bells on each wrist. When she walked, she jingled and matched her increasingly mature body. It was even more dazzling.

Every year has its charm as every year. This is an appropriate evaluation of Qing'er by a Western painter in Peking Academy. Gao Deyong had never done a loss-making business in his life, but Qing'er's money was completely undefeated and willingly "smashed" it in his hands.

"Master, why are you sighing? Don't you like to hear everyone cheering after finding gold?" Qing'er walked behind Gao Deyong and gently put her body on his thick back.

This is the warmest move between the two. Whenever Gao Deyong sighs, a ball of warm and soft jade is applied on his back, and all his worries will be melted by the warmth in Qing'er's arms. What makes Qing'er besides Qing'er, the trick that has been tried and done in the past few decades has also lost its effect. Gao Deyong poked his fat hands from his shoulders, gently touched Qing'er's willow shoulder, and sighed and ordered: "Qing'er, pack up, let's go back to Peking tomorrow!"

The delicate body on her back tightened and then returned to peace. Qing'er gently kissed Gao Fatty's earlobe, and her tone was still as gentle as usual, "I'm going to make arrangements now. Don't you like the scenery here anymore? The summer here is like heaven, and there is no second such beautiful place in the entire Central Plains"!

The land on the bank of the Yellow River was purchased by Gao Fatty from King Liang for a large amount of money, which is more than a hundred miles in a radius. In order to monopolize the gold mine, Gao Ji Money House spent a lot of money. Just "buy" this mine from Wu'anguo to the schematic diagram of the mine location, Gao Fatty One spent more than 100,000 silver dollars. In addition, searching for the deposits, transporting cement from thousands of miles to build the gold washing pond, and building the workers' residence and Gao Fatty One's "palace" cost a total of 300,000 yuan. After the mine was put into production, Gao Fatty One and Qing'er were both in late spring every year.

Come here with the footsteps of spring, and spend a cool and whirlwind summer on a small building decorated as elegant as the Jiangnan Academy. While listening to the excited shouts of the guys when they found Jinsha, they calculated the business gains and losses of the previous year. The whole family was the only two of them, enjoying the rare tranquility and hustle and bustle of the world together. This summer just arrived here for more than ten days, and Fatty Gao actually proposed to leave immediately. Qiao Qing'er was of course unhappy, acting coquettish and waiting for Gao Deyong to change his attention.

"Let Feng Wengui stay, and he will handle the matters at this mine in full. We will go back to Peking early tomorrow morning. You can write a few more letters in the afternoon and send someone to the hands of the big shopkeepers all over the country, so that all the big shopkeepers will go to Peking to see me on the tenth day of the next month...." Gao Fatty Gao issued an order in a few serious tone between him and Qing'er, like a cannon, without stopping for a moment.

Qing'er gently slipped down Gao Deyong's back and walked quickly to the table to record Gao Fatty's orders one by one, and then clearly repeated: "Leave the gold mine to Feng Wengui to take care of. I will go back to Peking early tomorrow morning and arrange the shopkeepers in various places... Master, has something happened in the business?" After following Gao Fatty for nearly thirty years, Qiao Qing'er first saw the fat man's decadent expression. When Guo Pu forced him to cut his flesh in Beijing, Qing'er had never seen the fat man so depressed. What happened that made the fat man lose his innate calmness?

"No, I suddenly felt tired and wanted to take a break. Qing'er, we went back to Peking this time. I plan to collect funds and give the children a share of the family business, so that they can spend more time to take care of it. We two have been busy for so many years. We should also take a break..." Fatty Gao was unwilling to explain too much. He said insincerely.

The fat man must have a fever today. Qiao Qing'er gently pressed Rouyi on the master's forehead, staring at Gao Fat Man's pupils with crystal clear blue eyes. Her thick forehead was soft and elastic, with normal temperature, and was very comfortable to touch. Even the eyes between each other were as always, with concern and a little naughty.

There must be something hidden behind these pupils that emit silver bills. Qiao Qing'er felt the heavy feeling of the fat man from each other's eyes. The two of them had been with each other for decades, and the fat man's every move. Qing'er knew that the other party suddenly had some bad thoughts, and planned to design a trap to deceive whom. However, this time, Qing'er could not see the secret hidden in these eyes, but she instinctively felt that the secret was deep and sad.

Fatty Gao held Qing'er's wrist with his thick big hands, pulled it gently. He pecked Qing'er's forehead lovingly, and hugged her whole body in his arms. "Qing'er, I'm not impulsive, I want to stop. Remember the Venice you mentioned that year? I'll make the property into shares for the children in Peking. Let's go there and find a place without worries to live. Only me and you..."

"Only me and you." Qiao Qing'er closed her eyes and blocked the words of Fatty Gao with her warm red lips. This was the answer she had been waiting for for twenty years. For this day, she gave up the opportunity to be Fatty Gao's tenth wife, and did not have any title, accompanied him without regrets, and accompanied him to make money from all over the world, accompany him to socialize, laugh with his laughter, anxious and anxious. Qing'er has no roots, and the place where Fatty Gao is is her home. In addition to many wives and children and Qing'er, Gao's hometown is also his home.

"Thank you, the Lord, he finally gave up his family business, gave up many wives, and gave up his hometown for me." Qing'er intoxicatedly sucked the love in Gao Deyong's body, and her body was filled with happiness in an instant. Today, Gao Deyong was finally willing to leave with him. After this autumn, the man in his arms will always belong to her and will no longer be shared with any woman.

Qing'er didn't want to ask about the fat man's concerns anymore. She was a smart woman and knew to leave some space for her man. This country had no one or relationship with her, and she didn't care about any major events. All she cared about was the man in her arms, she liked him to be smart, his cunning, and even his greed. She liked to plan with him and share the feeling of success. Qing'er, who was intoxicated, did not notice that in the corner of the fat man's eyes, a turbid tears quietly flowed out and slowly dried up.

Outside the window, the breeze blows the newspaper, flipping the newspaper's homepage as if it is literate: "Dingliao Duke has been missing for more than ten days, and his whereabouts are unknown"!

Where did the damn Wu'anguo go? Why didn't he show up yet? Huang Zicheng, the Grand Secretary's Mansion in Beijing, walked anxiously under the light with his hands behind his back. The power that could be mobilized in his hands was dispersed, but he couldn't find the whereabouts of Wu'anguo. This Wu'anguo, which is usually annoying, evaporated on the banks of the Huai River like a drop of dew, and all the prefectures and prefectures could not be found. But he seemed to be everywhere, and the confidants sent came back in waves. In addition to being unable to bring Wu'anguo back, he praised Wu'anguo's actions among the people, as if he had witnessed his own eyes how he built roads and how to control the river in the past few years.

Some people, when they exist, you don't feel that their importance is important. Only when they disappear, will you find that there is no him in this world, and there is really a lot of things missing. Huang Zicheng is now deeply moved by Qi Tai's advice to not easily touch Wu Anguo. When Wu Anguo was building roads and rivers, he had no soldiers and no emperor trusted him. However, although the three kings of the North were disrespectful to the court, they were somewhat concerned about how they acted. Everyone stabbed the knife behind their backs, and at least maintained a harmonious atmosphere on the surface. As soon as Wu Anguo left, the two kings of Tai and Jin moved one after another, causing the court to be uneasy. When the court discussed it, they were busy discussing how to deal with it every day, and they had no time to discuss the major issues such as the trial of the well-field system. In a daze, the complaint of the King of Liao came again, complaining that Su Ceyu, the powerful general under King of Yan, brought tens of thousands of people through the territory of the King of Liao in the depths of the forests in the north, and they were missing their whereabouts.

"Miscellaneous, I'm laughing at me!" Huang Zicheng cursed hatefully and pushed the desk to the ground in annoyance. The servants and maids of the Huang family hurriedly ran in to clean up. They were given two kicks by each Grand Secretary, and they were kicked out, "Get out, if you want to get out, don't make people feel upset"!

This posture is a disgrace. Is this our master? The servants inquired with each other and retreated out of the door in shame, and were a little scared. Then they heard Huang Zicheng curse in the study: "All of them have gone, and there are no useless things, and you will see no one when you should use them."

Can Wu Anguo be blamed for the situation in front of him? Huang Zicheng himself also knew the fault. The day after the news of Wu Anguo's assassination came, he encouraged Emperor Jianwen to issue an order to mobilize Andong's army to go north to Jinan Prefecture and make an active defense. Who would have expected that he did not scare the King of Yan, but instead scared the two bastard kings of Tai and Jin.

But if Wu Anguo didn't hide, this time it would definitely be the same as when he used to play conspiracy and fire. Nothing would happen. But Wu Anguo refused to show up for more than ten days, and he ignored the situation. He had read the books of sages for so many years. He could recite the Six Arts and Classics. Huang Zicheng felt that all the heroes in the world should follow his leader. He never thought that Wu Anguo, who could not write complete words, should stand there, stretched his neck and wait for the court to sharpen his knife.

No, tomorrow morning court must arrange for Zhou Chongwen to post another book and mobilize more troops to defend the north. The King of Zhou in Henan is close to King Yan, so don’t he always dislike him? This time, he will use the excuse of King Zhou’s rebellion and the foolish brother’s chicken to show him. Huang Zicheng took out a few maps from the bookshelf, flattened it and spread it on the neat desks that the servants had just packed. At this time, the kings must see the determination of the court. They cannot let them make trouble. This time, they simply take down the King of Zhou in Kaifeng and the King of Xiang in Jingzhou, and then let the King of Jin hand over the King of Qin to express their center. Otherwise, the Weibei Army, who had the weakest combat power, would be the first to start the attack. Tai, Jin and Yan’s three kings were suspicious of each other. As long as the court took the lead, they might not be scared. Moreover, General Jingyuan, who was trying hard to win over the last emperor, was still between King Jin and King Yan, and maintained enough deterrence.

"The kings of Zhou, Qi, Xiang, Dai, and Min were still illegal during the previous emperors, and they were famous for their cutting. Now if you want to be punished, you should first go ahead. King Zhou, Yan's wings, and cutting Zhou is to cut the hands and feet of Yan." Huang Zicheng picked up his brush and wrote a carefully thought-provoked plan to reduce the vassals in his memorial to Yunwen. After the wishful thinking, his mood was roughly calm. As long as he survived this difficulty, he would be the first minister from ancient times to the present, and his decision today will be recorded in history. Huang Zicheng seemed to have seen three arrogant vassal kings suddenly caught off guard by the actions of the court and dealt with it in a mess. At that time, the guy who was so sad like himself tonight must be the guy named Guo in the north, who made him gain fame for so many years!

Moving the map under the lamp, Huang Zicheng's eyes were set on the border with the fief of King Yan. This time, when you go north, you should not provoke King Yan. If you can scare him once, it is best not to fight, otherwise the creatures will be devastated and will damage Your Majesty's name as a benevolent king. The defense between Jinan and Kaifeng should be strengthened. There are no mountains and rivers as a barrier there. When fighting, it is just allowed to be carried out by the cavalry under the command of King Yan.

It's hard, the ministers of the court knew to argue with themselves, and everyone who really cares about state affairs. Especially the clever minister of the Ministry of Revenue Zhuo Jing actually proposed to capture the thief and capture the king first. Taking advantage of the three vassal kings' failure to collude together and prepare for the lack of preparation, they mobilize the troops of the country to eradicate the King of Yan. The King of Yan left immediately, and the other kings naturally had no power to resist this stupid method. Is it a blow to the reputation of the Northern Army? Such an army can only be taken by wisdom!

For the sake of family and country security, it is time to consider building a defense line between Kaifeng and Jinan. Huang Zicheng used a Western brush to dip some ink and drew a black line flat on the map. This is another major project. Fortunately, when Wu'anguo built roads and bridges, he left many meeting records on how to organize the construction site. It was clear and it was not difficult to ask the Ministry of Works to send some people to copy the experience. This matter must be done quickly. After the morning court tomorrow, he will recruit a few confidants to study its feasibility and ability.

The bell in the room jingled and jingled and woke Huang Zicheng up from his meditation. Damn, it was feasible and feasible to learn from Wu'anguo's ideas. Huang Zicheng rubbed his eyes hard, hoping to drive out this strange thought from his heart. The heresy surnamed Wu is poison. Even the person who reads the books of sages was bewitched by him, let alone other people with weak will? Thinking of the principles that Wu'anguo had always adhered to, Grand Secretary Huang was upset again. Is this construction, of course, feasible? But what about other things, that damn equality!

The word "equality" flashed past the eyes of Grand Secretary Huang. Wu'anguo insisted on equality rather than ethics, and the court's loyalty, integrity, integrity and righteousness, and the etiquette of seniority and seniority cannot be restrained. His disappearance is reasonable. I have tried my best to frame him for so many years, and I have agreed that Zhou Chongwen sent someone to assassinate him. According to the concept of equality, will Wu'anguo use the same means to deal with him? Thinking about it, beads of sweat as big as soybeans emerge from Grand Secretary's forehead, and his face was covered with cold air.

The guy surnamed Wu is said to be rich enough to rival a country. If he wants to pay for the evil words... Huang Zicheng suddenly heard the sound of tiles on the roof of his house being stepped on, gently, vague, sometimes in the east and sometimes in the west. In the night sky, it seemed that countless muskets were directed at him, and the trigger slowly pulled.

"Come, come"! The entire Grand Secretary's Mansion was awakened by the hoarse shouts, and the light balls and torches were as bright as daytime.
Chapter completed!