The eunuch Wang Jien sneered: "General Pan, think about Wang Quanbin and the others, and you will be happy."

That's true.

Wang Jien looked at Song Jiu again and said, "Song Jiu, you must be careful too. After hearing this, His Majesty will smash all the fine wines that your wife Pan sent to the palace into the ground."

After hearing this, a few big guys wiped their sweat together.

"Your Majesty has also issued an oral order, and I am not estimating so much, but you disappoint me. You said that human life is at stake. Why did the pseudo-Han lord ask for surrender on that day? If you don't follow it immediately, even if there are inappropriate words, I can punish you, save thousands of lives in one fell swoop, and the army can quickly enter Guangzhou to avoid the loss of billions of dollars! What is the capital magistrate? This is how you do the capital magistrate? If you don't make Lingnan like the Central Plains... No, as rich as the Southern Tang and Wu Yue, you can stay in Guangzhou for the rest of your life as a magistrate!"

Pan Mei wanted to speak, but it was unfair. If Lingnan was made better without the emperor's instructions, and the few people were working hard, how could they be as rich as the Southern Tang and Wu Yue? Can they still be called the Southern Wilderness? But after thinking about it, I would wait for the emperor to calm down a few months before talking about it.

Wang Jien had a meal and returned to the capital.

Several people stared at each other. Since ancient times, have there been two magistrates in one state?

Wang Ming, Fan Yu, and Zhu Xian saw that the situation was not good, and said, "We'd better take the post."

Pan Mei said: "Old Yin, fortunately we are old friends and have no hatred. Otherwise, if the two of them were the governors at the same time, they would have caused lives to fight for power and profit."

Yin Chongke said: "Okay, let's not mention it. Let's stay in Lingnan for a few years first. Let's just think that Lao Wang stays in Yizhou for two years. Go and drink, Xiaojiu. Bring your wine."

If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, no matter how expensive it is.

Pan Mei was drinking and said to Song Jiu: "Write a letter to your mother-in-law and ask her to come from Tanzhou to Guangzhou. It just so happened that Lian'er came over and the family was reunited."

Yin Chongke said: "I want to write to my old woman, too. Xiaojiu, please write for me."

Two miserable generals were drinking. Song Jiu saw that something was wrong and could not let them drink every day, so the affairs were spread on his head. So the next day, "I want to go down and take a look. I am not very relieved to these officials."

He said that he left Guangzhou with more than a dozen guards and the bed. Not every county looked at it and didn’t have the energy. He looked at it. Some states were mostly banned areas and could not control it now. Therefore, he only looked at it for more than 40 states, but he didn’t look at it all. He looked at it with a choice. One looked at the mountains, rivers, the two looked at the folk customs, the three looked at the product climate, and the four looked at the officials. If any officials embezzled and accepted bribes, were harsh, or were cowardly and inaction, he would take the black hat at first. In severe cases, he would stab the mating staff together and get them to the Maritime Bureau to repair the warehouse.

Then ask the people, you feel the official below is good. If you are good, then you will be able to call on the stage, which is just right to strengthen the troops and simplify the government and eliminate the redundant officials in the South Han Dynasty.

I arrived in Yongzhou slowly.

Fan Yu welcomed him to the prefecture yamen. He sent his old servants to pour tea and began to complain. The ones he told the most were the local witches and witches. He didn't listen to his advice. Moreover, Yongzhou is different from Guangzhou, and there are not many Han people. There are familiar barbarians around him, and they are all barbarians from the south to the west. If they don't move well, they will be cut off. Moreover, the local people believe that they will not dare to arrest him. Song Jiuyi spread his hands and said, "It's far from Guangzhou here, and my Hu bed is not very effective. If you don't listen, I may not be effective."

Fan Yu said: "Prime Minister Song Tong, I know, just say that it would be great if I could suppress these witches, otherwise with their constraints and my life is quite strong, I will not be able to move forward in Yongzhou. The most annoying thing is that I am determined to do good for them, but these people do not appreciate it."

This is indeed a problem. The geographical location of Yongzhou is very important. The south is Jiaozhi and the west is Dali. However, the area that can be controlled can only reach Hengshanzhai to the west, and Taipingzhai to the south, accounting for only one-quarter of its area and one-quarter of its population.

Song Jiu thought for a while and said, "Master Fan, what do you think these witches deal with them."

"Ximen Bao!"

"But they don't need to be a girl to worship He Bo."

"There are similar evil sacrifices, either with boys or with virgins."

Song Jiu frowned, there were everywhere, and there were also in Bashu. The more backward the heavier the more savage and cruel it was. I heard that there were people in Tubo who used their lives to carry out the Blood Alliance. He thought carefully for a while: "How about executing them one by one?"

"Song Tong should not joke, then, there will be countless rebels coming from outside Yongzhou City tomorrow."

"I mean it's not us to do it, but to let the people do it..."

"Can you do it?"

"Try it, you have to prepare some utensils, otherwise you won't be able to do it."

"That's good, all these evil women should be killed."

"You send someone to check it out. If you don't do evil, you can let it go. You can kill it, but you can't kill it indiscriminately."

"good."

Song Jiu asked the guards to bring letters and money to a student in Xiangzhou, and asked him to build some utensils in Xiangzhou to avoid alarming the enemy. Then he went down to try and persuaded him a few times, but it didn't work. In fact, when he arrived here, the management of Nanhan became very weak, including the Nanhan.

If it doesn't work, Song Jiu no longer wasted his expression and talked to Fan Yu again, saying: "Since the court has established the standard for commercial tax and salt, we must implement it. Look at Yongzhou, from Youjiang to Temo Road, there is a road that can reach Dali. From Zuojiang to Liuzhou, there is a road that can reach Jiaozhi."

When talking about the word Jiaozhi, Fan Yu looked very calm. Jiaozhi had a battle with the Southern Han, that was the Battle of Baitengjiang, but at that time the Southern Han did not want to divide too much, and the twelve envoys of Jiaozhi were very chaotic, and they were defeated by the warlord Wu, but they still could not manage this chaotic land. Therefore, the battle was left unresolved. Now it was Ding. It was the Southern Han, and the Southern Han did not fight with all their strength. Can it be compared with the Song Dynasty? Fan Yu did not take this Jiaozhi seriously at all. But now everyone is struggling together, and governance is the first. No one is interested in Jiaozhi Champa.

But he was also a little careless, how many Pan Meis would go backwards?

Fan Yu continued to listen to him.

"Fan knows, what if two trades are set up in Taipingzhai and Hengshanzhai? It not only facilitates communication, but also gets a batch of taxes."

This mutual market is not as profitable as the Maritime Manufacturing Corporation, but Taishan is not created in one day. Taxation is also piled up bit by bit. Moreover, this is the scope of commercial taxation and there is no tax increase on farmers.

"Prime Minister Song Tong, I'm afraid that this order will not be maintained."

"It's okay. Choose the strong people. Or the brave ones from the original Southern Han soldiers are local soldiers, and give them some compensation to maintain order. If the barbarians collude to invade on a large scale, both existence and non-existence will be the same. They can only withdraw the people back to the city and wait for the arrival of reinforcements from the rear. I will send someone to Guangzhou to give you some money and silk to maintain it first."

Fan Yu was moved.

Song Jiu said: "Let's do this, anyway, there will be a few days before the equipment can be good luck. Let's go on and take a walk together. There are many people and many ideas, let's see if we can discuss a more complete solution."

The two of them have been together for several days.

The scale of the trade was not large, and it could be reported to the court, but not to report it. However, for the sake of safety, Fan Yu still wrote a memorial and handed it to the capital. The things were done and the manpower was arranged. The big show was staged.

Lingnan and Central Plains have very different clothes for weddings and funerals. It’s okay, and there are customs in various places. But what Song Jiu hated the most was this lewd sacrifice. Some people were cruel, killing boys, girls, and even adults. They used their lives to sacrifice to ghosts.

Fan Yu reported that neither of them persuaded him well, and Song Jiu made up his mind to act ruthlessly.

It was coming at night. There was a temple outside the city, and I didn’t know which god to worship inside. Anyway, Song Jiu definitely didn’t know. Two priests often brought the people to worship it. They were worshiping again. Suddenly, a few thunder sounds suddenly sounded in the temple. Smoke rose up again, and a giant golden armor suddenly appeared in the temple.

The great god really came. The people were dumbfounded at first, and then knelt down madly. The giant god shouted: "I am the True Lord of Nanhua. You can quickly send someone to ask Fan Yu and Song Jiu, the officials of the Song Dynasty in the city, to see me."

After saying that, the smoke rose again, the ground in the temple shook the mountain, and the giant god disappeared. The gods were destined, and the spirits of the people came, and they called the city gates. The guards on the city asked, and the people told the matter. Song Jiu and Fan Yu hurriedly took the yamen runner out of the city.

As soon as the two arrived, a loud noise flashed in the temple. The giant golden armored god appeared again. The god came, so they had to bow down. The giant god said, "Don't use it, you will save this people on behalf of the Holy Emperor, and you don't need to bow down to me."

"Thank you, Master Nanhua."

The people looked at each other, but when they thought about it, the two Song officials were really good, especially the Song Jiu, who was very popular, and the people in the east almost regarded him as a living Bodhisattva.

The great god shouted again: "Since you have led the Holy Emperor to guard this people, why do you let these evil monsters and demons be worshiped by the people?"

"We advised him, but the people did not listen."

"Call those priests and witches who harmed the people together, I'm the destiny!" After saying that, the giant god suddenly rushed into the air, and huge force knocked the tiles away one by one, and then stayed in the air without moving. This miracle scared everyone together. Not only were the worshipers at the beginning, but many people came to see them all, and they all looked dumbfounded and did not dare to move. Song Jiu ordered the yamen runners and officers to go down and arrest people.

Then they looked at the gods like the people. Song Jiu plucked up his courage and asked, "Master, why did you come to the world?"

"The Holy Emperor was born, but there are so many evil deeds in the world. How can I ignore it?" The giant god said loudly, his voice like thunder and golden bells, which can be heard from afar. It must be not the sound made by human energy.

But they are gods, so what's so strange about it?

Only many people were confused in their eyes, and an old man asked tremblingly: "May I ask the True Lord, where should we believe in the gods."

"God of Haotian, the Lord of Heaven, the Four Heavenly Emperors, you little people don't understand it, so I'll give you the meaning of the scriptures." The immortal's giant palm turned out, and a scripture with golden light flashed out. Fan Yu took it and looked at it and said, "Tao Te Ching."

"The sutras of all scriptures and the true scriptures of morality, Lao Tzu, the Taishang Laojun, descended to the earth, and pointed to the people of the world."

"True Lord, the lower lord will definitely pass it on to this people." Fan Yu held it respectfully with both hands. The local people did not understand the scriptures of all kinds, and they all stared at the scriptures with envious eyes. But the great gods dare not be rude here.

After a long time, witches and priests brought them up.

"If you fall into the demon path, you don't count the depravity and ghost path, you dare to take innocent people to believe in demons and ghosts. You will die!" The True Lord was very angry and flew out with a slap, and a large piece of tiles and tiles fell out.

These fake gods and immortals met the real gods and were all petrified.

The True Lord continued, "Some of Nian'er and others are not enlightened, bewitched, and have not done any evil things. I will spare your life today."

After he finished speaking, he started chanting his name.

Song Jiu quickly recorded with a pen.

After reading the name, the True Lord said, "The rest of them will be killed."

He slowly landed on the ground and said to the people: "You can do it yourself."

After saying that, the smoke rose and disappeared without a blink of an eye. Song Jiu suddenly said, "You see the world."

A few lights flashed in the sky, and a huge figure flew into the sky. They were gods, and even the smallest voices could be heard. A voice came from it: "Song Jiu, save this people for the Holy Emperor, I am watching in the heaven."

As his voice came out, countless petals fell from the sky. In the blink of an eye, a huge figure floated behind the back mountain and disappeared. The great god returned to the heavenly court, and the people began to rush the petals, which were given to them by the gods. Song Jiu looked at the remaining thirty fake gods and asked, "What should I do when Fan Zhizhou?"

Fan Yu said: "Ask the people."

Song Jiu then asked the people loudly: "How do you think you should hold them?"
Chapter completed!