"It's a pity that Wang Baobao was allowed to run away!"

Mao Guizhong sighed heavily and stomped his feet.

Opposite him, Peng Zaozuan was not too disappointed. On the contrary, he stared at Mao Gui and kept laughing. Mao Gui was stunned for a while, and he couldn't help thinking of the time when he was still under Zhao Junyong's command. The person opposite was Peng Shaoshuai, who was also a red turban. Mao Gui couldn't help but secretly smiled bitterly.

"Mao Gui! Vote! You also think about your brothers and the great cause of the Northern Expedition. The world's red scarves are one family. At this time, you are still awkward, you are going against the general trend, and you want to become a sinner. of."

"Sinner?" Mao Gui was stunned.

"Isn't it? Expel the captives and restore China. This is the biggest thing. You become an obstacle to the Northern Expedition, aren't you a sinner of China?"

Mao Gui was startled again, and after a while, he smiled helplessly and said: "Peng Shaoshuai, it seems that you really believe Zhang Xiang's proposition?"

Peng Zaozun said: "It's not just me, but also thousands of brothers, everyone believes in it. Not only believe, but we also practice and do our best. You can go to the Ming Dynasty to see what we have done. How about it!"

Mao Gui nodded, "I must go and see."

After a pause, Mao Gui continued: "Peng Shaoshuai, it's not that I don't want to rely on Daming, it's just that I can't decide some things."

"Are you worried about Liu Futong?"

"Do not!"

Mao Gui shook his head, then sighed: "Perhaps you don't believe it, in fact, the old men of the Red Turban Army under my command also have their own ideas. Many years ago, His Majesty King Ming carefully preached and developed disciples. The birth of King Ming, the world is in harmony... Do you want to go further when you become Prime Minister Liu? No, he doesn't dare! The old brothers below will not agree, even if everyone knows that His Majesty Xiao Ming is a puppet, but the puppet must be placed there, otherwise Otherwise, Prime Minister Liu will not be able to sit still!"

Peng Zaozhu was slightly startled, and then he understood.

The Red Turban Uprising was very different from the previous uprisings. Whether it was the Yellow Turban Army Zhang Jiao, or Huang Chao, Fang La, Zhong Xiang, Yang Yao... These people rebelled because of the injustice of the court, the poor had no place to stand, and the rich had fields Even Qian Mo... what they advocate are averages.

But when it came to the Red Turban Army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Han Shantong's call to the Red Turban Army was to reach the land of Youyan, fly dragon ninety-five, and reopen the Heaven of Song Dynasty.

You said that they could expel the Hu prisoners, or they could oppose the Yuan Dynasty and restore the Song Dynasty!

All in all, they have their own ideas, and it is this idea that supports Liu Futong's three-way northern expedition and Guan Duo's detour.

Although Han Song has many shortcomings, they cannot deny their contribution to the destruction of Dayuan.

Almost every hero is supported by lofty ideals... Zhuge Liang wanted to restore the Central Plains and revive the Han Dynasty, Yue Fei wanted to clean up the old mountains and rivers, and Wen Tianxiang wanted to preserve the heart of history.

For the same reason, there are many such people among the Red Turbans.

Or to put it simply, without these people, Liu Futong would not be able to survive today.

"Peng Shaoshuai, if there is no explanation for these people, I am afraid that I will be dismembered immediately." Mao Gui sighed: "Too many people with ulterior motives have sneaked in in today's red scarves, many wealthy and wealthy families, In order to continue to survive, I also sent a lot of people to mix in the red scarf, Prime Minister Liu is happy to see it, and it is not convenient for me to stop it, and the Yuan army is attacking, who can refuse others to help you?"

Mao Gui's remarks revealed the problem of the Shandong Red Scarf... This army can be roughly divided into two parts, one is the old Red Scarf, who was elite at the time.

This group of people has spent their entire lives in battle, and they are fierce and brave, and they can be called the backbone of the entire army.

Others were captured by the Yuan court, armed by large local households, and even bandits and grass pirates... It was a mess, and they were forcibly kneaded together.

Mao Gui also wanted to rectify the troops and horses, implement the equalization of fields, learn from Daming, and create a strong iron and steel army.

But the problem is that the old Red Turbans, they are good men in the anti-Yuan, but they are not willing to equalize the fields. Those rich and powerful families are also obstructing them in every possible way.

Even ordinary soldiers feel that the distribution of land is unfair. If they can't get a few acres of land, they can't support their family at all. They might as well pay more for the army, or just let the big guys rob...

The people below didn't say anything, because after occupying Shandong, Liu Futong couldn't help but be suspicious of Mao Gui, and those "loyal ministers of the Song Dynasty" kept tossing in it, making it a mess and a mess.

"To tell the truth, I am a target now, and all the guns and arrows fall on me. When I lead troops to rescue Kaifeng, there are Tian Feng and others who plan to rebel. The people below overthrow it. Similarly, if I decide to join Daming now, I will be divided, and I will be defeated..."

Mao Gui smiled bitterly, extremely helpless.

"Peng Shaoshuai, you said, what should I do?"

Peng Zaozuo was stunned, how could it be so sinister?

What a person does is wrong, can't do anything, can only wait to die?

Peng Zaozun has not read many books, and naturally he does not know whether there is a similar situation in history, but in his opinion, there is one person, there is absolutely a way.

"Mao Gui, only Zhang Xiang can save you now, please come over and have an idea!"

"Zhang Xiang?"

Mao Gui raised his head slightly and fell into deep thought. To be honest, he has an extraordinary admiration for Zhang Ximeng. He can memorize the articles written by Zhang Ximeng. The outline of Juntian written by Zhang Ximeng is executed word for word... but Daming Continue to go up, but he is left and right, difficult to maintain?

Could it be that there are some secret secrets that have not been written down?

Thinking of this, Mao Gui couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Governing a country has never had any secrets at all, but it is there, whether it can be carried out or not!

"Shao Shuai Peng, if Zhang Xiang can come here, it would be great. Please rest assured, I will do my best to protect Zhang Xiang's safety."

Peng Zaozuo nodded, and immediately sent someone to go to Xuzhou to deliver a letter to Zhang Ximeng.

After getting the news, Zhang Ximeng did not neglect, and immediately rushed to Dongping Prefecture at the fastest speed to meet Mao Gui.

The two sides sat down and talked carefully. Mao Gui also told the truth about his own situation, which was even more detailed than talking with Peng Zaizan. Zhang Ximeng listened patiently and asked questions from time to time.

At the end, Mao Gui asked in an almost pleading tone: "Zhang Xiang, I really don't know where to live, please ask Zhang Xiang to help me!"

Saying that, he bowed deeply.

Zhang Ximeng thought about it for a while, then smiled: "I don't have that great ability either. I have a lot of threads, and it's like a mess. Let's solve the problem first... How many soldiers do Tian Feng and Wang Shicheng have?"

"About fifty thousand people."

"Then how many prisoners did you take after defeating Wang Baobao this time?"

"Almost ten thousand." Mao Gui answered honestly.

"Well, let's start with these people." Zhang Ximeng said: "Pull them out and make a distinction."

Mao Gui naturally nodded in agreement. These tens of thousands of people are indeed the biggest trouble. If they are not handled properly, it will cause chaos.

Tian Feng and Wang Shicheng can naturally be killed, but what can you do about the people below them?

Killing and not being able to kill, being detached from morality is really difficult to handle. In the past, I could slowly figure it out and slowly conquer people's hearts, but now I don't even have that time.

Let's see if Zhang Ximeng can come up with some great tricks, right?

After the two sides talked, Zhang Ximeng ordered the arrangement, and it only took a short time to build a simple portal outside the barracks.

Then Li Wenzhong brought the captives over, walked to the front of the portal, and asked one by one, what are your backgrounds, and do you have the intention to join the Ming army?

On the other side of the door, Guo Ying took people and cooked porridge in a large pot. Anyone who passed by could get a bowl of porridge first.

So many hungry captives are very coveted, and the big guys don't understand, just eat porridge, why do they have to get a door, and they have to ask about their origin... But since people have such regulations, they have no other way.

Finally someone stood up, "My name is Lin Shiwu, I, I am a poor man, and I have been poor for eight lifetimes!"

Li Wenzhong nodded with a smile, "You can't go wrong with your name, let's go!"

The young captive trotted over and got a bowl of porridge and a piece of pickle.

He ate it while it was hot.

Seeing him like this, the other captives followed, and after a while, hundreds of people passed by.

At this time, a young man with a genial smile appeared in front of them, and there were some veterans who came with him... and nothing else, just sitting on the ground and chatting.

Then wave after wave, captives kept coming, drinking porridge, chatting... and it started again and again.

Mao Gui was watching from the side, to be honest, he couldn't understand. But he didn't expect that ~lightnovelpub.net~ a brilliant and powerful Prime Minister Zhang could chat happily with ordinary prisoners, and occasionally say a few Shandong dialects, which was really shocking.

After more than a day of screening, Zhang Ximeng found more than 8,000 prisoners out of more than 10,000 prisoners.

As for the rest, he did nothing but let them prepare porridge and pickles as well.

The selected person, however, spreads pancakes with Zhang Ximeng.

That's right, Zhang Ximeng is really talented and doesn't push himself, always refreshing the big guys. I don't know who he learned from. Make batter and spread it on the pot. After doing two, the movement becomes smooth. In just a few clicks, a paper-thin pancake as large as a feast is ready.

At this level, I feel wronged if I don't go to the school gate to set up a stall.

Zhang Ximeng smiled and spread pancakes with the big guy, while giving the big guy green onions, bean paste... and then continued chatting.

"When we talk about equalizing fields, we want everyone to move. A village, a township, and the people will stand up, verify the land, and manage the land. We only send people to ensure fairness, and no acts of oppression are allowed. After the land is divided, we will issue the land deed to the big guy, and this land is yours. I think that if I work hard for two or three years, I will be able to eat pancake rolls and green onions. What do you think?" Zhang Ximeng laughed. asking...

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