Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Chapter 92 Zhu Wu's Miraculous Propaganda Policy!Play local tyrant model drama!

"This is how to do?!!"

"It's broken, it's broken! Those officials of the vassals all have the power to report to the emperor, and we can't suppress them."

Bolu and Fan Yao suddenly lost their way.

"My lords, we must deal with these hidden dangers before the imperial envoy arrives," Liu Bowen said.

Although these feudal officials were not as powerful as Bolu and Fan Yao, most of them were from Mongolian nobles or Semu nobles, and they belonged to the group of people most trusted by the Mongolian and Yuan courts.

If they detect something and report it, it will definitely be a terrible case.

"Then what should we do?" Fan Yao suddenly panicked.

Those people are all Mongolian Taijun and Semu Ertaijun. He, a third-class northern Han, has no way to suppress them, even if his official position is relatively high, there is no way he can do it.

In this matter, I really have to count on Bolu, a real Mongol, to make up his mind.

Bolu gritted his teeth, thought hard, and finally made a big decision.

"These people have broken consciences. I don't know how much effort we have made to preserve Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces and Jiqing Mansion for Dayuan, but they still think about plotting against me. We really can't keep them!" Bolu said viciously.

"What does your lord mean??" Fan Yao was startled.

Those are the Mongolian Taijun and Semu Ertaijun!
"Can't stay!"

Bolu immediately looked at Liu Bowen and said in a deep voice.

"Berwin, I have to trouble you to go find Zhu Han and ask him to do another favor."

Liu Bowen quickly asked: "My lord, how can I help?"

Bolu smiled slightly, "I will send these generals and officials of the vassals to inspect the Shazikou River Defense some other day, and then they will suddenly be attacked by red scarf thieves. !"

The words have been said so clearly, naturally there is nothing Liu Bowen doesn't understand.

"Okay, don't worry, my lord, I will go to Chuzhou again!" Liu Bowen said.

Bolu seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly said again.

"Tell Zhu Han again that this time, the help is not for nothing. I, Bolu, also pay attention to credibility. After the matter is completed, I will ask someone to prepare ten boats of silk as a reward."

Liu Bowen nodded, "Don't worry, my lord, I understand."

Fan Yao, Zuo Cheng of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, heard it nearby, and couldn't help being secretly dumbfounded.

How did Bolu Pingzhang, who was so loyal to Dayuan, become like this, openly plotting against his colleagues in the court, using the hands of red scarf thieves to eradicate dissidents, and embezzling the court's Ku Yin rebates, he is definitely a treacherous minister!
However, it happened to be such a treacherous minister.

But now he was promoted again, and he was awarded a title again.

My little treacherous minister also got rich following his promotion.

"It seems that only by being a treacherous minister can you get promoted and get rich, this great Yuan will end sooner or later." Fan Yao couldn't help thinking in his heart.

Chuzhou.

When Liu Bowen came to Chuzhou again, he was already familiar with the road.

Xu Da, who was stationed in Liuhe, sent Liu Bowen to Chuzhou City just by sending a team of soldiers to escort him.

As soon as he entered Chuzhou City, Liu Bowen saw that the city was very lively.

Many people gathered in the streets and alleys, as if they were watching something.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Liu Bowen asked a young man.

The young man was anxious to watch the excitement, and said without looking back.

"Dog traitors are parading the streets, it's bustling!"

After saying that, he threw away his hand and ran away.

"Dog traitor parading the streets?"

Liu Bowen was full of doubts, but when he came to the gate of the official office and saw the notice posted, he finally understood.

"The Red Scarf Army, they still have such courage. This is to create another group of die-hard loyalists!"

Liu Bowen looked at the notice and immediately realized its significance.

When Liu Bowen entered the government office and saw Zhu Han, he explained his purpose of coming.

Zhu Han was also very happy with this request.

"Haha, there's no problem. Anyway, the Mongolian officials killed will add to my reputation as the Red Scarf Army. Even if there is no silk that Bolu promised, I can agree." Zhu Han said with a smile.

The matter was successfully completed, so Liu Bowen naturally didn't stay much, and left Chuzhou that day.

However, when he left, he carefully read the posted notice of 'dividing the local tyrants and dividing the land', and silently memorized it.

"The Red Scarf Army not only wants to kill the Tartars, but also wants to shake the foundation of the gentry!"

Liu Bowen himself was considered a member of the gentry, so he inevitably began to feel a little uneasy.

Regarding Liu Bowen's visit again, Zhu Han didn't take it seriously.

It was nothing more than a sneak attack to kill a few Mongolian officials. It was no longer necessary to do it himself, it was enough for Xu Da to send a battalion of elites.

Anyway, when the time comes, Jiangsu and Zhejiang Pingzhang Bolu will definitely help secretly.

The thing Zhu Han is most concerned about now is the ongoing fight against local tyrants to divide the land.

Zhu Han understands that this fight against the local tyrants to divide the land is definitely not a simple killing and dividing the land. It must also establish orthodox legitimacy from the hearts of the people.

"Then what should we do?" Chen Baodao asked.

Zhu Han thought about it, but he didn't have any good ideas.

The people in those villages don't trust the government very much, they even more trust the elders of the clan.

However, this group of people happened to be mostly powerful landlords.

How can they say anything good.

"You don't need to worry about these things, go kill people first, then divide the land, and I'll figure out the rest," Zhu Han said.

"My lord!" Chen Baodao said hastily.

Zhu Han thought about it for a long time in the government office, but he couldn't think of any good way to counter the slander and slander of those village elders.

He was bored in the government office, so he changed into casual clothes and took Hu Yiba and other guards out for a walk.

Chuzhou City, at this time, is no longer in danger of the previous war.

Many merchants and common people from the surrounding state capitals ran to Chuzhou City in order to escape the war.

Therefore, the city is becoming more and more prosperous.

Zhu Han and the others walked on the street, watching the people around them come and go, they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride spontaneously.

"These people can live and work in peace and contentment, and I can't do without my credit! If Meng Yuan's invasion hadn't been repelled, maybe they would have been turned into corpses by Meng Yuan's massacre."

Just as Zhu Han was expressing emotion, he suddenly heard a burst of loud drums and gongs.

All the men, women and children on the street flocked in that direction.

"Hey, is this still parading around?" Zhu Han was puzzled for a while.

"My lord, it's not a parade, it's a troupe!" Hu Yiba stretched his neck and said.

Zhu Han kicked Hu Yiba, "Please address him carefully!"

Hu Yiba hastily bowed his hands, "Good sir!"

"Let's go and watch the miscellaneous show!" Zhu Han said.

Now on the streets, the most common ones are commentaries and miscellaneous operas.

Pingshuoshu is no different from the storytellers of later generations, and they pay attention to stories with ups and downs.

But miscellaneous opera is different, it can be said to be all-encompassing, men and women, princes and generals can all be performed by them vividly.

Zhu Han and the others managed to squeeze into the crowd and saw the circus troupe inside.

In an open space, three or five men and women in worn-out costumes were babbling and singing with the blessing of several musical instruments.

They sang the local dialect of Chuzhou, Zhu Han could understand most of them.

It's nothing more than some stories of talented scholars and beautiful ladies.

However, it was such a clichéd story that all the common people listened attentively.

Many people in ragged clothes even shed tears or laughed sympathetically for the characters in the drama because they listened too much.

"It's not interesting, it's too cliche." Zhu Han couldn't help complaining in his heart.

The members of the miscellaneous opera troupe in the middle are obviously not very high-level, and many of the allusions sung are wrong.

However, even so, it did not affect the enthusiasm of the onlookers in the slightest.

Even when Zhu Han saw Hu Yiba and other soldiers, he stretched his neck and listened attentively.

Judging by their posture, if Zhu Han encounters some villain's assassination, he probably won't be aware of it.

"Hey, by the way, since you love to listen to zaju so much, why not make up some new zaju to promote your own administrative strategy!"

Zhu Han suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Thinking of this method, Zhu Han immediately became happy.

The singing voices of those dirty vaudeville artists are not so ugly anymore.

"Hu Yiba."

Zhu Han shouted.

"Master, what's your order?"

Hu Yiba asked quickly, but he still couldn't help but look at the circus troupe a few more times.

"How many jugglers are there in Chuzhou City?" Zhu Han asked.

"What, young master, is he going to listen to the play?" Hu Yiba suddenly regained his energy.

If Zhu Han liked to listen to miscellaneous operas, then Hu Yiba, as one of the leaders of the soldiers, would naturally be able to follow him every day.

"You local thief, what am I doing, my young master, to report to you?" Zhu Han scolded with a smile.

"No, no, young master, I'm just asking too much." Hu Yiba said hastily.

"Quickly tell me, how many troupes are there near Chuzhou?" Zhu Han asked.

For the hundreds of thousands of people near Chuzhou, one or two opera troupes are definitely not enough.

Hu Yiba thought about it carefully, and then said: "Master, if you want to talk about the theater troupe, if I know it, the auspicious troupe in front of me is considered the best, and there are three or four other theater troupes in total. "

"What, are there so few?" Zhu Han frowned.

This was far beyond his expectations.

Compared with the Huaixi area such as Haozhou in the north, Chuzhou is a treasured place of geomantic omen, and it can be regarded as a rich place.

How come there are only so few troupes?

"My lord, I just heard that there were quite a few theater troupes near Chuzhou, but they all ran to the south of the Yangtze River because of fear of military chaos." Hu Yiba said.

"It turned out to be such a short period of time. If you say that, there should be quite a lot of theater troupes in Jiangnan." Zhu Han suddenly thought about it again.

It was nothing more than a few theater troupes. If I asked Liu Bowen to ask for some theater troupes from Mengyuan, Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces, it would be effortless.

"Hu Yiba, you just said that this team is called Jixiang Team?" Zhu Han asked again.

"Yes, young master, I know Jixiang class very well!" Hu Yiba said with a smile.

"Okay, then you go and tell the class leader to come to the government office after work is over, and I will arrange a new job for them!" Zhu Han said.

"Okay, young master!"

Hu Yiba happily accepted the job.

Zhu Han intends to use this auspicious class to test the waters first. After all, it is a brand new method, and he needs to hone it well to meet his own requirements.

After returning to the government office, Zhu Han thought again.

"If you want to use zaju to promote the New Deal, you have to write and act a new zaju with a plot. I have ideas, but I don't know how to write this kind of script!"

Zhu Han was in trouble for a while.

If you want to talk about the story about beating local tyrants and dividing the land, Zhu Han has a lot of stock in his stomach.

Stories such as the chicken called Zhou Papi in the middle of the night, the bully landlord Liu Wencai, the white-haired girl and Huang Shiren, etc., are all clearly remembered.

However, if they were written as miscellaneous dramas that the common people loved at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, it would be a bit beyond Zhu Han's level.

"It seems that we need to find some scholars."

As soon as Zhu Han had this idea, he immediately thought of a suitable candidate.

Although he hesitated a little in his heart, he still decided to use this person.

"Come on, go and find Hu Weiyong!" Zhu Han said.

The soldiers outside the door immediately took orders.

Hu Weiyong was exactly the great Ming power minister Hu Weiyong who was personally executed by Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang in history, implicating tens of thousands of people.

However, today's Hu Weiyong is just an ordinary scholar. Because of Li Shanchang's recommendation, he joined the Red Turban Army not long ago.

Zhu Yuanzhang led the main force to Yingzhou and met Hu Weiyong in Dingyuan City. He felt that this scholar was prudent and proper, and he could be sent to Zhu Han as a counselor on official documents.

After a while, Hu Weiyong, who was dressed in a Confucian robe, walked in quickly in small steps.

"Subordinate Hu Weiyong, I have met the comforter!" Hu Weiyong said respectfully as soon as he entered the door.

It has been several days since he came to Chuzhou from Dingyuan City. He only met Zhu Han once when he first came here, and then he seemed to have received a cold reception. He sat in the office for two or three consecutive days. There is no errand arrangement for myself.

Before coming to Chuzhou, Hu Weiyong was still enthusiastic and ready to show his strengths in Chuzhou.

Who knew that after coming here, she would suffer such a cold reception.

Hu Weiyong didn't know what made Zhu Han unhappy, and he had no way to ask someone to ask, so he could only continue to sit on his own bench.

So, when he heard Zhu Han calling him today, he immediately came here full of surprises.

Hey, I, Hu Weiyong, have such a talent that I can't hide it!
"Well, Hu Shenyi, you have been here for a few days, how are you familiar with Chuzhou's affairs?" Zhu Han asked lightly.

For Hu Weiyong, Zhu Han felt somewhat conflicted in his heart.

In terms of ability, being able to reach the level of prime minister under Zhu Yuanzhang is definitely not lacking in ability.

However, Hu Weiyong is obviously a man of rampant temperament when he is successful. If he is allowed to stand out, there will be other troubles in the future.

"Returning to my lord, in the past few days, the subordinate officials have read all the documents such as Chuzhou's household registration, land acres, finance and taxation, water conservancy and business affairs, and they are basically clear, so I can share some of your worries for your lord." Hu Weiyong respectfully said respectfully.

Ever since he met Zhu Han, Hu Weiyong has always maintained a cautious attitude. He has never looked down upon Zhu Han because of his young age.

He, Hu Weiyong, is very smart. At such a young age, he was able to sit in the second place in the Red Turban Army, definitely not because of Zhu Yuanzhang's younger brother status, but more because of those terrifying achievements and methods.

"Oh, it's a bit exaggerated for you to say that." Zhu Han immediately felt a little disbelief when he heard it.

It's only been a few days, and you, Hu Weiyong, dare to boast that you know the money and grain affairs of Chuzhou Mansion by heart?

Chuzhou's cowhide is almost blown to the sky by you, Hu Weiyong.

Facing Zhu Han's questioning, Hu Weiyong was still full of confidence.

"My lord, Hu doesn't dare to brag, if you don't believe me, feel free to ask!"

"Okay, then I'll test you."

Immediately, Zhu Han asked several questions about Chuzhou's farmland household registration and money and food inventory.

No matter which question it is, Hu Weiyong can answer it fluently. Even if there are details that cannot be explained clearly, he can still give a general idea.

Hearing the nods repeatedly, Zhu Han couldn't help thinking to himself: This Hu Weiyong really has a lot of ability, no wonder he can leap into the successor of Prime Minister Li Shanchang in history, it seems that he has to make good use of this talent.

For Zhu Han, the threat of the prime minister's excessive power is still far away.

Furthermore, Zhu Han is confident enough that Hu Weiyong will not be able to change his mind at that time.

"Okay, yes, Hu Shenyi is indeed a talent." Zhu Han boasted with a smile.

Hu Weiyong was overjoyed in his heart, but there was a faint expression on his face.

"Thank you, my lord. Hu just read the documents for a few days." Hu Weiyong said hastily.

He already understood in his heart that no matter what the reason was, he was already a name in Zhu Han's place, and he would not continue to sit on the bench, and his future had begun.

Sure enough, Zhu Han's subsequent words made Hu Weiyong even more delighted.

"Hu Shenyi is well-versed in poetry and books, and also familiar with practical affairs. He is really a rare talent. I happen to have a very urgent task, and I'm afraid it must be you!" Zhu Han said.

Hu Weiyong breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly thanked Zhu Han: "Thank you for your appreciation, Mr. Hu will definitely do his best to complete it!"

"Okay, with your words, I feel more at ease." Zhu Han said with a smile.

"My lord, I don't know what to do for the subordinate?" Hu Weiyong continued to ask.

"Write the script!" Zhu Han said seriously.

When Hu Weiyong heard it, he almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears!

"My lord, the lower officials are dull, I didn't hear clearly just now, what are you talking about writing a call to action?" Hu Weiyong was a little uneasy.

"Hey! What are you writing a call to action? I asked you to write a playbook!" Zhu Han suddenly laughed.

"The script?" Hu Weiyong felt that he was not good, and the comforter wanted to play with him?
"That's right, it's just a play. Now, in order to expel the Tartars and restore China, our rebel army must mobilize the power of the people. Naturally, we need to implement a new policy. Do you know this?" Zhu Han asked.

Hu Weiyong nodded quickly, "I understand!"

"It's good to understand! You should also know that most of the people are short-sighted and don't know the benefits of the New Deal. They can't remember and understand the official documents and announcements, so I plan to let you write some new ones. The playbook, don’t ask for too many rhetoric, just want it to be popular, and it’s best that the illiterate people can also pass it on by word of mouth!” Zhu Han said.

Afterwards, Zhu Han described the outlines of those "model plays against local tyrants" that he remembered.

Although these plots are not complicated, they have a unique advantage in mobilizing the resistance of the lower classes.

Hu Weiyong was already trembling with excitement just after listening to it once.

"My lord, you probably came up with all these scripts?" Hu Weiyong asked excitedly.

"Well, that's right. I've seen a lot, that is, I've thought a lot." Zhu Han said with a laugh.

Hu Weiyong was already shocked beyond measure.

Zhu Han's miscellaneous dramas, once compiled and performed, are simply a sharp weapon for killing people.

What kind of gentry, country sages, and famous families, just need to arrange them once in the miscellaneous drama, and they will instantly become the scum that everyone scolds.

At that time, the Red Scarf Army only needs a leader, and the angry people will be able to swallow those bullies alive.

The public notices were neither understood nor understood by those ordinary people.

This kind of miscellaneous drama can be understood at a glance.

"How about it, can you remember what I said?" Zhu Han asked.

"Don't worry, my lord, Hu has already remembered them all!" Hu Weiyong said carefully.

Zhu Han nodded approvingly, "Okay, then I'll give you three days to write out these miscellaneous opera books, the writing should be simple, and then I'll find some more opera troupes and teach them by myself."

"Your officer obeys!" Hu Weiyong said hastily.

Hu Weiyong received the dispatch and returned to his residence to think hard about the drama script.

He had just left when Hu Yiba walked in with a thin, middle-aged man with a frightened face.

"Deputy Marshal, this is Zhang Jiuyi from the auspicious class," Hu Yiba said.

Zhu Han's current official position in the Rebel Army is the residence of the Marshal's Mansion of the East Road of the Red Turban Army, and concurrently serves as the comfort envoy of Chuzhou and the marshal of the Yangtze River Navy.

People like Hu Yiba and Chen Baodao called him Deputy Marshal, while Hu Weiyong and other civil servants and councilors called him appeasement envoy.

"Villain Zhang Jiuyi, kowtow to Grandpa Marshal!"

Jixiang Ban advocated that Jiuyi's knees softened, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Okay, okay, get up!" Zhu Han waved his hand and said.

He was already amused by Zhang Jiuyi's title just now.

What "Grandpa Marshal" is, thanks to his thinking, it can be seen that there are too many dramas on weekdays.

"Zhang Jiuyi, your zaju troupe is good. I think the people in Chuzhou like to watch it very much." Zhu Han said kindly.

The poor Jixiang class advocated September [-]st. They were frightened and stupid since they were approached by Hu Yiba and other soldiers. They didn't know what terrible situation they were going to face.

Hearing Zhu Han's words now, I just feel that maybe he doesn't like the fact that his zaju troupe is in Chuzhou.

Pfft!
Zhang Jiuyi immediately knelt down again, kowtowed his head and begged, "Grandpa Marshal, please forgive me, Grandpa Marshal, please forgive me, let's go now, never dare to come to Chuzhou again!"

Depend on!
When Zhu Yong saw this situation, he laughed angrily.

Dare to be frightened by himself.

To deal with this kind of situation, a well-informed guy like Hu Yiba has the most experience.

Hu Yibayi kicked Zhang Jiuyi's ass.

"Asshole! The deputy commander-in-chief didn't finish his sentence, who made you howl, and if you dare to make noise, I'll pull out your tongue!" Hu Yiba shouted viciously.

Zhang Jiuyi got up in shock.

Seeing this, Zhu Han was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him, so he spoke directly.

"Starting today, your miscellaneous opera troupe has been confiscated by our Chuzhou appeasement mission. I will arrange what plays, how to perform, and where to perform in the future!"

Zhang Jiuyi was stunned when he heard this.

"My lord, you, this is,,,"

He couldn't figure it out, was he lucky or unlucky?
"You don't understand now, but you will understand later! Let me ask you, how much can your entire troupe earn in a month, and how much is it equivalent to in silver?" Zhu Han asked.

Zhang Jiuyi's zaju troupe has exactly ten people, most of whom are relatives and adopted apprentices of his own family, and they earn less than three or five taels of silver a month.

"My lord, what kind of money do you earn? It's just a living." Zhang Jiuyi said timidly.

Hu Yiba stared at him immediately, kicked him again, and pretended to be intimidating: "You old gangster, the deputy commander asked you how much money, to be honest!"

"My lord, five taels of silver in good times, and hungry in bad times!" Zhang Jiuyi said.

"It's about the same as I thought. From now on, all members of your troupe will be paid according to the servants of the government office. Each person will be given a monthly salary of one or two five yuan, and you will be free of board and lodging." Zhu Han said .

When Zhang Jiu heard this, he suddenly felt that he had been hit by a pie falling from the sky!

"Thank you sir, thank you sir!"

Zhang Jiuyi kowtowed and bowed again, feeling that Zhu Han was closer than his biological parents.

Each person's monthly salary is one tael and five taels, so the ten people are 15 taels!
It has tripled in size!
Moreover, they are still equivalent to servants of the government office, and they are no longer low-spirited actors that everyone can bully on the street!
Finally, this is a monthly salary, which is paid every month, and the income is guaranteed in drought and flood!

"Hu Yiba, arrange them in the backyard. I remember there is still an empty yard next to your barracks." Zhu Han made the arrangement.

"Obey, deputy commander!" Hu Yiba hastily accepted the order.

Afterwards, under the guidance of Hu Yiba, the auspicious class advocated Jiu Yi and brought his whole family, that is, the auspicious class, to live in the courtyard in the backyard of the government office.

The backyard of the Chuzhou government office was originally a garden, Zhu Han directly ordered the garden to be divided into courtyards for the convenience of housing the soldiers, and used it as barracks.

In this way, it not only solves the problem of accommodation for the soldiers, but also facilitates the protection of their own safety.

Zhang Jiuyi led the troupe, men, women and children, and lived in the courtyard at the back under the curious eyes of the soldiers of the model army.

Although it is the smallest courtyard, there are enough six houses.

Everyone in the auspicious class was surprised and delighted, and couldn't believe that such a good thing happened to them.

"Master, are we really going to live here from now on?" A woman in patched coarse cloth asked in a low voice.

She is Zhang Jiuyi's mother-in-law, Wang Shi, who is not only the drummer of the theater troupe, but also in charge of eating, drinking and messing with everyone.

Of course, Mrs. Wang knew that such a spacious courtyard, and it was a courtyard in the government office, was absolutely impossible for anyone with money to live in it.

Zhang Jiu nodded, "Well, didn't Master Hu Jun just say that we will live in this yard from now on!"

"Father, do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing!" A young man asked.

"That's right, Dad, we will sing for the officials in the future. If we offend them, will we be beheaded?" asked another boy.

Zhang Jiuyi immediately slapped him and fell over.

"You bastard, just say something frustrating!"

Zhang Jiuyi taught his two sons a lesson, and then whispered again.

"The marshal grandpa said that from now on we will act for the government, and our status is equivalent to that of the servants of the government, and we will have a monthly salary of one, two, five taels of silver!"

When the mother-in-law Wang heard this, she was immediately dejected, and couldn't help but said, "Oh! The head of the house, one tael or five silver, we don't even have enough porridge with wild vegetables!"

"Wild vegetable porridge?"

After hearing this, Zhang Jiuyi showed a mocking expression, and said to his mother-in-law, siblings and children.

"Let me tell you, it's one, two or five dollars per person!"

Bang!

The gongs and drums in the hands of several people suddenly fell to the ground, which frightened them all.

"Hands and feet, quickly pick them up!" Zhang Jiuyi shouted sharply.

Several people picked it up in a panic, still unable to believe what they just said.

"One tael, five taels, one person, so there are so many of us, wouldn't it cost 15 taels a month?"

"One month, 15 taels!?"

These jugglers who walk around the streets are actually a group of decent refugees, basically they just eat wherever they go, and those who don't eat are hungry, and there are petty thefts.

People of low status made them have strong doubts about such a good thing.

After everyone was happy, they fell into a huge panic.

"Boss, what are these red scarf thieves trying to do?"

"It's resettlement housing and monthly salary. There must be a conspiracy!"

The more Zhang Jiuyi discussed with the mother-in-law and others, they felt that there must be a conspiracy.

"We are just a bunch of stinky opera singers, almost like beggars, so we must figure out what we order."

"But, we don't have anything good to do!"

Zhang Jiuyi thought with his wife for a long time, and suddenly saw a figure.

"The head of the house, could it be that red scarf thief who fell in love with Chunnizi!"

Zhang Jiu's first daughter is already a young girl. Although she is thin and skinny, her figure still makes her grow up.

However, Zhang Jiuyi shook his head about his mother-in-law's guess.

"Probably not, I think the deputy commander of the Red Turban Army is very young, at most 13 years old, it's not yet time!"

"Then what are you trying to do with us?"

The members of the Jixiang Miscellaneous Opera Troupe lived in the backyard of the Chuzhou Mansion just like this with apprehension.

. . . .

Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces, Jinling Jiqing Mansion.

Pingzhang Bolu of the Mongolian Yuan, Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces looked at the memorial written in his hand, and he was already delighted from ear to ear.

"Haha, wonderful, really wonderful!"

"Then Zhu Han really values ​​reputation and is reliable in his work. I wrote this memorial very comfortably!"

I saw that on Bolu's memorial, there was a list of names of officials and generals in Mongolia, Yuan, Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces.

They are all dead, or they have already died for the Yuan Dynasty.

These officials in the Mongolian, Yuan, Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces all had doubts about Bolu and Fan Yao, and they were secretly investigating.

Bolu just played with a flower gun, arranged a dispatch for these people, and sent them outside Jiqing City.

The soldiers of the Red Scarf Army, who had already prepared an ambush, jumped out and killed them all.

"Pingzhang, from now on, no one in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces can stop Pingzhang from being loyal to the country!" Fan Yao, Zuo Cheng of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, said beside him.

"Haha, that's right, these stupid people will only interfere with my defense of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces for Dayuan, so die well." Bolu said with a proud smile.

The advantage of this matter is definitely not only to sweep away some loyal dogs placed by the court, but also to allow Bolu to hold the power of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces in his hands.

The Red Scarf Army in the north has become more and more troublesome, and Zhang Shicheng and other private salt rebels in the Huaiyang area are also very powerful.

There is basically no way to guarantee the contact between Mongolia, Yuan, Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces and the capital of the capital.

Except for sporadic Kuaima scouts, as long as it is a large-scale organizational mobilization, it is unexpected.

Now a large group of provincial officials and generals were ambushed and killed by the red scarf thieves. It is natural that Bolu has the final say on who will take over their remaining official posts.

Even if Emperor Dayuan Tuohuan Timur had any imperial decree, it had to be able to pass through the obstacles of the rebel army.

"My lord, Liu Bowen begs to see me!"

The guard at the door suddenly came in to report.

When they heard that Liu Bowen was coming, Bo Lu and Fan Yao looked relaxed.

Liu Bowen is the lucky general of the two of them!

"Please!" Burru said loudly.

Two days ago, Liu Bowen personally escorted ten boats of silk to Chuzhou in secret, as a reward for Zhu Han's 'buying murder'.

"Berwin, you've worked hard all the way, there's nothing wrong with it, right?"

As soon as Liu Bowen came in, Bolu poured tea with his own hands, and even greeted him warmly.

"Sharing the worries of the two adults, Liu Ji dare not say hard work!" Liu Bowen looked hardworking.

"Berwen, when you go to Chuzhou, what's the difference when you see Zhu Han?" Bolu asked again.

After all, the Red Scarf Army is an anti-Yuan rebel army. Even if Zhu Han and the others pay attention to credibility, Bolu is worried that they will attack him at any time.

"Don't worry, Pingzhang. I have seen and heard all the way, and I haven't seen anything unusual about the Red Turban Army. They have neither mobilized troops nor built warships. Presumably they have no new plans." Liu Bowen said.

"Huh! That's good, that's good." Bolu felt relieved.

Unexpectedly, what Liu Bowen said next shocked him again.

"However, when the official saw Zhu Han this time, he made a request for me to convey to Ping Zhang and Zuo Cheng!" Liu Bowen said.

Bolu and Fan Yao immediately became nervous.

They are already entangled with the red scarf bandits now, not to mention one handle, I am afraid that ten handles have been controlled by the red scarf army.

These two people are now afraid of the red scarf thief Zhu Han, using this as a threat to force them to do difficult things.

"What request did Zhu Han say?" Bolu asked hastily.

"My lord, Zhu Han said that I want my lord's help. Find him twenty opera troupes and send them to Chuzhou to listen to them. All the expenses will be paid for by Zhu Han himself," Liu Bowen said.

"what?"

"That's it?"

Both Bolu and Fan Yao showed surprised expressions.

They couldn't figure out what kind of shit these were.

"This Zhu Han, what does he want the troupe to do?" Bolu asked suspiciously.

"Could it be that Zhu Han is a movie fan?" Fan Yao asked.

Liu Bowen had a detailed discussion with Zhu Han, so he naturally knew Zhu Han's method of using the new drama.

However, how could Liu Bowen tell the two of them this kind of thing.

"The lower officials don't know, it's just that Zhu Han said so, and the lower officials brought it back to convey it." Liu Bowen said.

Bolu and Fan Yao thought about it for a long time, but they still couldn't figure out what is the use of having a troupe.

However, in the end, it was determined that it was definitely not something that threatened the safety of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces.

"It's nothing more than a bunch of lowly actors, not even beggars. Since Zhu Han wants it, I'll give him some." Bolu said.

For Zhu Han's repeated behaviors of paying attention to credibility, Bolu already had some appreciation and gratitude in his heart.

Always looking for opportunities to express their feelings.

"That's right, not to mention [-] troupes, even if it's [-] troupes, it's okay to give it to Zhu Han. I'm afraid we don't have so many good troupes in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces." Fan Yao also nodded and said.

"Anyway, I agree with the twenty theater troupes."

Bolu patted his thigh and shouted to the soldiers outside the door.

"Come on!"

"Pass down the secret order of Ben Pingzhang, let Susong Zhenjia and other state capitals immediately select the best theater troupe in the state, and send them to Jiqing immediately, saying that if they dare to delay the deadline, they will be punished by military law! Whoever wants to do it well, Ben Pingzhang will also write down the merits."

Now a group of court loyal dogs died in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, and the vacated positions were just used to plant and train their cronies.

Bolu thought to himself: This time, I seem to be asking the state government to choose a troupe, but actually we want to see who is more obedient!

Those who are obedient will come to fill the fat gap, and those who are not obedient will die for me!
Since Bolu defeated the Red Scarf Army last time, the importance of the Mongolian and Yuan courts made officials in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces realize that the future Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces will almost be dominated by Bolu.

The secret orders of Pingzhang Bolu in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces were soon implemented in various state capitals, and all the officials in these state capitals were anxious to curry favor with Bolu.

Since Mr. Pingzhang wanted a troupe, they naturally had to find the best tribute to Bolu.

All of a sudden, the officials of Mengyuan Prefecture arrested almost all the theater troupes in the world.

Since Lord Pingzhang likes it, who would dare to do nothing to please him!
Not only did the theater troupe suffer, but even some storytellers also suffered together.

They were arrested by state officials from all over the country, and they were all surrounded in the government office to compete with each other in the arena.

The winners will be sent to Jiqing Mansion by state officials to pay respect to Bolu Pingzhang.

In just a few days, the best theater troupes and storytellers in the entire Jiangnan, Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas were all gathered in Jiqing Mansion.

None of the people and officials in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces knew the reason behind this.

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