The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 384

[Chapter 384 The weirdo in official circles]

No matter what, as long as the old emperor is still there, Prince Kang and Prince Ning are just Prince Kang and Prince Ning, and in Fang Xiu’s eyes, they are nothing.

After walking into the backyard, he forgot about this matter.

It was getting late, and at this moment, the entire Fang Mansion was completely silent.

Fang Xiu was lying on his bed, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, but he couldn’t help but think about what the old emperor had said to him in the Nuan Pavilion.

If the skin is gone, how can General Mao attach himself to

the people of the Qian Department? It is not that he has never seen them, and he has a certain understanding of them. Therefore, he can understand how to the point the old emperor’s words are.

At this time, he realized that when the marriage was originally formed, the old emperor made such a decision not because of his own words, but because he had planned to do so.

He had never seen the cavalry of the Qiyan tribe.

However, even if you have never seen the shadow of a tree or the name of a person, you still know how powerful they must be to be called natural warriors.

As for General Zuo Zhonglang, who is the former Yulin Guard on his side

, no one knows it better than him.

Even the Youyu Linwei, who is known as the elite among the elite, is actually just like that in his eyes, and there is nothing particularly outstanding about him.

Moreover, after getting to know Liang Hu, he realized one thing, that is, the actual combat effectiveness of these so-called elite pro-army soldiers may not be as good as the veterans of a random guard station on the border.

After all, the pro-army must ensure absolute loyalty. Therefore, the soldiers recruited are all children of the capital, and the military attaches above the rank of captain are all nobles of the imperial court.

How effective can such a ‘delicate’ soldier be in combat, no matter how well he is trained?

Therefore, the real combat power of Chu State is still those nine important towns.

However, as far as he knew, in the past hundred years, the five important towns in the four northern states had been defeated by the prairie people more than once.

Even with the Heavenly Punishment now, Fang Xiu has no complete guarantee that he can stop the Qiyan Department.

Especially in the face of internal and external troubles.

You must know that the Central Plains has just suffered from famine. If this problem is not solved, once the Chu State and the Qiyan tribe start a war, it will become a breaking point for the other party.

After all, the key to victory is not only whose soldiers are more elite and more numerous, but the most important thing is the logistics supply.

Even the most elite soldiers are no different from ordinary people if they don’t have money, food, weapons and armor.

Fang Xiu thought of this, looked at the distant moon, and couldn’t help but think of Qian Zheng, who had left Fang Mansion for half a month.

I don’t know if he has reached Jiangnan now. The few remaining sweet potato seedlings are still alive in

Jiangnan and Suzhou.

Gusu City is the most prosperous and affluent city in the south of the Yangtze River, and even in the entire Chu State.

Even more prosperous than the capital.

After all, this is a land of plenty, and anything you throw into the ground will grow well.

Moreover, several freshwater lakes in Chu State are all nearby, and the products are extremely rich.

In addition, the geographical location is also excellent. It is a necessary place for the southeast, southwest, central plains and Gyeonggi region, and there is an endless stream of merchants coming and going.

Both water transportation and land transportation are extremely developed.

There are official roads built by the government everywhere. The terrain is flat and the walking is extremely smooth. There are also officers and soldiers patrolling from time to time to ensure that the merchants and people coming and going are not disturbed by the bandits.

At this moment, it was just dawn.

Several ‘strange’ people appeared on the official road.

They are strange not because they are richly dressed, nor because they have extraordinary bearing.

On the contrary, the clothes of these people were all in rags, and the word rags used to describe beggars was not an exaggeration in the slightest.

As for the temperament, let alone it. They all looked gray and dusty, as if they had gone through countless hardships.

If that’s all, that’s it, he’s nothing more than a beggar.

The profession of beggar will always exist even in the richest places.

Although there are not many beggars in Jiangnan, they are not uncommon. They have even formed a tacit understanding and become an organization called the Beggar Gang.

This is the problem. The so-called ‘strange’ is that they are not beggars.

Generally speaking, every profession has necessary tools. For example, opera singers must have some opera props, and jugglers must also have juggling props.

This beggar’s tool is undoubtedly a broken bowl.

But these people are holding pots of weeds in their hands

. It’s true that these people who look like beggars are holding pots of weeds instead of begging bowls.

They were dressed in rags, walking in groups, holding weeds in their hands.

This look attracts the attention of countless people wherever it goes.

That is to say, in the early morning, there were not many people on the official road, so there were not so many people stopping to make fun of them.

Even so, some people passing by stopped and looked at them with monkey-like expressions, as if they were looking at something interesting.

And these people, five people to be precise.

He seems to be used to this kind of look.

There was no humiliation on their faces as they imagined, nor was there the pitiful look that beggars always had on their faces.

They had no expression at all, they just seemed to be numb, moving forward step by step on the official road.

At this time, on the official road, a carriage was speeding rapidly, and the dust it kicked up could be seen from a distance.

However, these five people may not have noticed the movement behind them because they haven’t eaten or drank water for too long.

The person next to him wanted to remind him loudly, but it was too late.

The carriage showed no intention of slowing down and rushed straight towards the five people.

“Where are you beggars? Get out of here!”

On the carriage, the driver obviously did not expect that he would encounter such a thing that was not afraid of death so early in the morning.

He was also startled. He raised his riding crop and whipped it at the beggar standing in front of him.

Snapped–!

The riding crop was swung in mid-air, making a clear and terrifying sound, and was whipped directly towards the person who fell behind.

Snapped–!

There was another crisp sound, and the strange man who looked like a beggar but was not a beggar fell to the ground before he could even let out a scream. He didn’t know whether he was dead or alive.

He hadn’t eaten for a long time, and he had all kinds of injuries on his body, and he had no strength at all.

A gust of wind could knock him down, let alone withstand the force of a riding crop.

At this time, the carriage finally stopped.

The coachman holding the whip in his hand got out of the carriage skillfully, looked at the ‘corpse’ lying on the ground in front of him, spat fiercely, and cursed: “Where did this beggar come from? You don’t know how to live or die, how dare you block me?” The Wu family’s carriage!”

(End of this chapter)