Nine Hundred and Thirtieth Two: Rabbit Sheep Poison Policy (7)

Haruncha and Uliba have been fighting against each other for many years, and they are always at a disadvantage.

Now with the help of his staff, he is like a tiger with wings added, and there are faint signs of replacing Wu Liba as a wise man.

Speaking of the staff, Haruncha's lips curled up with a smirk.

He hates literati, but he also knows that if Northern Xinjiang wants to be strong, the brains of those literati are indispensable.

Coincidentally, among the slaves he bought was a scholar from a poor family, and he was also a talent with the ability to run the world!

Harencha saved the other party, not only helping him get rid of his status as a slave, but even reused this person for his luxurious life.

There is a good saying in the Central Plains - a scholar dies for his confidant!

Harenza felt that his life-saving grace to his staff was enough for the other party to work hard for him.

Sure enough, that staff member also had the dead temper that Confucian literati are accustomed to, and he wholeheartedly repaid Harencha's kindness of knowing and saving his life.

Since he had the guidance of his aides, Harencha quickly recruited his own power group in the court, and the scenery was unlimited.

In order to consolidate their power, the staff also offered a panacea——

Cold food scattered!

Cold food powder is a panacea highly respected by the gentry in the Central Plains. Many scholars like to take it in Yaji to stimulate their own inspiration. After taking it loose, the mind will be unobstructed, it is like a god helping, and it has the miraculous effect of prolonging life and replenishing Yuanyang!

Haruncha had some doubts at first, but after careful investigation, it was confirmed that the staff did not lie.

Cold food powder is indeed a good thing, only the gentry with top-notch financial resources are eligible to take it.

Harencha ate the Amway.

However, good things cannot be enjoyed by one person alone. He first thought of the King of Northern Xinjiang.

By presenting the prescription of cold food powder, Haruncha was even more trusted by the King of Northern Xinjiang.

"Mr. has a clever calculation, and he guessed the score exactly."

Haruncha imitated the Central Plains scholars bowing and saluting, but unfortunately his movements were not standardized, it looked a little funny.

The aide said, "Congratulations, my lord, you have finally come to the end of your hardships."

Haruncha laughed loudly, and he said, "Without the help of Mr. Harunza, how would Haruncha be today?"

After bragging about each other's business, Harencha rubbed his hands and asked his staff.

"Sir, what should we do next? That old man Wuliba is hard to deal with. I'm afraid he will make a comeback."

A centipede is dead but not stiff, and Wu Liba is also a well-known wise man in northern Xinjiang.

"My lord, don't panic." The staff sneered, "It won't take long for Wu Liba to jump around."

Harenza was relieved.

The two conspired again, and Harenza left the staff's tent contentedly.

After Haruncha left, the well-dressed staff member turned cold and stood in the tent with downcast eyes in deep thought.

The staff member snorted softly, "Well, Wei Zixiao...what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?"

At the same time, Wei Ci hurried to Chongzhou after changing several fast horses.

Feng Zhen snorted coldly, and said, "Wei Zixiao, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"

Wei Ci said, "A panacea."

Feng Zhen was choked.

Qi Guan Rang frowned, "Zi Xiao has other arrangements?"

They plan to get merchants to leave northern Xinjiang, stop buying wool and rabbits, and let northern Xinjiang mess up itself.

Rabbits and sheep in the hands of herdsmen cannot be sold, which will inevitably lead to civil unrest.

Even if the royal court in Northern Xinjiang cannot be shaken, it can also make the tribes in Northern Xinjiang alienated from each other.

Unexpectedly, Wei Ci said no, he would continue to buy.

"Naturally." Wei Ci spoke surprisingly, he said, "The King of Northern Xinjiang won't live long."

Everyone in the tent opened their eyes wide in shock and looked at Wei Ci.

"When did you get the information?"

Wei Ci said, "There is no information."

Feng Zhen pressed his twitching brows, and said angrily, "Finish what you have to say at once, don't say a word and leave a sentence."

Wei Ci took a meaningful look at Fengzhen, who was puzzled.

"The king of Northern Xinjiang is addicted to cold food powder, and he has no restraint in taking powder... His body is already strong on the outside, and he won't live long."

Cold food powder?

Hearing these three words,

Feng Zhen shivered subconsciously.

There was no way, the experience of being forced to quit by Jiang Pengji back then was too deep, and occasionally dreamed back in the middle of the night, and would be woken up with fright.

"Are you sure?"

Wei Ci said, "It's absolutely true."

Feng Xin's head jumped, "Wait—could it be... What are you planning?"

Wei Ci said, "It's nothing."

After finishing speaking, he refused to continue talking, Feng Zhen and Qi Guan Rang were so angry that they wanted to beat him.

Jiang Pengji, who was sitting at the top, said with a smile, "Zixiao, don't tease him, lest he make a fuss."

Wei Ci nodded slightly, and did not answer directly. Instead, he mentioned another matter, "Ci was supervising the construction of the state capital in Shangjing. There was a man who visited him at night. This person was a slave, or an old escaped slave. He said to Ci Dao, He wants to worship the lord and serve her..."

Feng Zhen asked in surprise, "An old escaped slave? Would you like to recommend yourself? Could it be that this person has some background?"

"This person does have a history. He is Sun Wen of the Zhongzhao, and his words contain Tao."

"Sun Zaidao? This... I've never heard of it."

Wei Ci said, "Of course you haven't heard of it, because this person is in his forties and not well-known yet."

Although he was not well-known, Wei Ci knew very well what a tricky and ruthless character Sun Zaidao was.

A late bloomer, he entered the Zhongzhao Nie family at the age of forty-eight. He overwhelmed countless geniuses and firmly held the position of chief military adviser.

If it is said that Nie's rapid expansion in the early stage is all due to the ghost of Nie's premature death, and it can be dominated by Sun Wen in the later stage.

When Feng Zhen heard that Sun Wen was still doing nothing in his forties, he was surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

"If this Sun Zaidao had no ability, Zixiao wouldn't deliberately mention him, would he?"

Wei Ci nodded, "This man is a late bloomer, although he is old, but in terms of strategic ability, Ci sighs that he is not as good as him."

He is better at internal politics, and his strategy is weaker, but Sun Wen is the complete opposite.

"In this way, he is a great talent. How could he become a fugitive slave? Or a fugitive slave who came from the imperial edict?"

Wei Ci said, "It's a long story. Sun Wenwen is a petty official of Zhongzhao, so he wouldn't offend any big shots. However, he has a clever son who shows his sharpness but doesn't know how to restrain himself. Once at an elegant gathering, Sun Wenwen Wen's son accidentally offended the Nie family in Bianzhou, and was convicted because of his words. Sun Wen's son was beaten and crippled, and died of cold on the way to distribution. To survive, I can only take the opportunity to escape with my young grandson in my arms, begging and begging, and live in Dongqing..."

How could Wei Ci have never imagined that Sun Wen, who was known as the wisest man of the Nie family back then, would end in a miserable end.

Even in the previous life, when Sun Wen was defeated in embarrassment, he would carefully burn incense and bathe, put on new clothes, and commit suicide with a smile on his face.

Wei Ci had seen Sun Wen's body, and he couldn't connect Sun Wen in his memory with the embarrassing old man he saw.

"This, this is also a miserable situation..." Feng Zhen sighed, "But what does Sun Wen have to do with you not agreeing to evacuate merchants?"

Wei Ci said, "Sun Wen issued a military order and voluntarily hid in northern Xinjiang. Now he has mingled with Haruncha, the important minister of Northern Xinjiang, gained the other party's trust, and became an aide. Sun Wenwen went to Hanshisan."