The banquet ended, so they went back to their own houses and looked for their mothers. At this time, the city gate was closed. Gao Bufan and his son could not return to the horse farm unless they climbed over the wall, so they could only find an inn in the city to spend the night.

Gao Bufan originally agreed to the Gao Shixiong brothers visit the Apricot Flower Spring Rain Tower, but the elders of the clan were present and they couldn't get rid of it. In addition, Yu Wenhua and his brothers did not immediately fulfill the 70 taels of gold. Just relying on the reward of the twenty taels of silver by County Magistrate Zhou, the 20 taels of silver could obviously not satisfy the ambition of Gao Shixiong's two brothers, so they had to give up and leave it to make up for it if they had the chance in the future.

Gao Bufan thought his father would ask him about his sudden writing poetry, but he went to the inn to open the room and stayed in. Gao Kaishan didn't mention it at all. In this way, Gao Bufan was uneasy and asked while his father was about to close the door: "Dad, do you have nothing to ask the child?"

Gao Kaishan said in surprise: "What are you asking?"

"Ask the child why he writes poems?" Gao Bufan said.

"Go and go, go back to sleep, what's the point of asking? Fan'er, you can go down the river to fish at the age of three, and you can recite two poems. What's so strange about it? Otherwise, I'll name you Bufan?!" Gao Kaishan closed the doorman impatiently, and for a moment, a sound of snoring came from inside.

Gao Bufan shrugged speechlessly. There was a nervous man who was very easy to deal with, so he returned to the next room with peace of mind. However, Gao Bufan was different from him. If he didn't take a shower, he would not be able to sleep. So he called the waiter to bring the bathtub and water, and took a comfortable shower before going to bed.

Gao Bufan was lying on the bed. He first took out Changsun Sheng's jade pendant and played with it for a while, then took out the iron crossbow tube and fell into deep thought. He originally wanted to ask about the origin of the crossbow tube like Changsun Sheng, but he couldn't find a chance today. Fortunately, Changsun Sheng said that he was going to visit the horse farm, and I guess there would be a chance to ask for advice at that time.

Gao Bufan was thinking for a while and couldn't fall asleep. He simply sat up and practiced the skills taught by the black-clothed Ghost Face Man. I don't know if he was his strong concentration or his true talent, but he soon entered the realm of "forget things and forgetting both of me and me" as the black-clothed Ghost Face Man said.

Gao Kaishan and his son stayed in the inn tonight, and Lu Chisong, the prefect of Bohai County, also stayed in the inn. There was no way. After all, there was only one house in the back of the county government. Now Yu Wenhua and his brothers have taken the lead. County Magistrate Zhou could not find a second county government to flatter Lu, so he had to arrange him to stay in the inn.

However, the inn where Lu Taishu lived was much more luxurious than the inn where Gao Kaishan and his son lived. It was not only a unique courtyard, but also a yard full of bonsai, which was very elegant.

At this time, the room was still on, but the prefect Lu was wearing a purple robe and a two-liang Jinxian crown, sitting in his seat, while the magistrate Zhou stood respectfully in front of him and waited for instructions.

"Master Zhou, how do you plan to manage the refugees gathered at the city gate?" Lu asked indifferently.

The magistrate of Zhou County replied carefully: "Most of these are the affected people from Zhangnan County. I plan to mobilize the gentry to set up slums to prepare porridge tomorrow. After a few days, the flood will recede, and these people will naturally retreat."

Prefect Lu's face darkened and rebuked: "It's absurd that the houses of these people's homes were destroyed, the fields were flooded, and they had no place to live, and they could not eat. Even if the flood receded, they might not be willing to go back. Now they are all here. If there is any disturbance, it will easily lead to civil unrest. At that time, I am afraid that you will not only be in danger, but your life will be worrying."

County Magistrate Zhou shivered cleverly and said, "With the prefect's opinion, what should we do?"

Prefect Lu frowned and pondered for a moment: "It's early autumn now. Even if the flood recedes, it's too late to replant autumn grains. It's impossible to keep porridge until the beginning of spring tomorrow. Once the cold winter comes, people who have no way to live will either starve to death and freeze to death or take risks, and sooner or later will cause trouble. If they are recruited by bandits in Gaojipo, they may become a big trouble!"

County Magistrate Zhou became even more uneasy when he heard this. This guy is a good guy in speculation, but his ability to govern is far from being qualified and he can't come up with a good idea for a while.

Prefect Lu obviously also knew the ability of the Zhou County Magistrate under his jurisdiction, so he didn't expect Zhou County Magistrate to come up with a solution. He walked with his hands behind his back for a moment, and finally said in a deep voice: "The emperor is going to go to Goguryeo next year. There is still a certain gap in the quota for the civil servants of this county, which is just enough to make up for these people. The county will reduce the age of the levy, which will be enough to fill the gap."

The magistrate Zhou's eyes lit up and blurted out: "The prefect has a very high plan. He not only sends away these chaos and temporarily solves their food problem. He kills two birds with one stone. The emperor admires it!"

Prefect Lu stroked his long beard with a little smugness. Anyway, even if these refugees were not recruited, it would be difficult for them to survive this winter. It would be better to use the goods as much as possible. Although it would be a life-and-death death to go to Liaodong this time, at least they can temporarily eat the food distributed by the public, and in the end, whether they live or die depends on their luck.

Let’s talk about the magistrate Zhou County, after receiving the advice of Prefect Lu, he hurriedly left, preparing to start recruiting refugees for labor tomorrow, regardless of men, women, young and old, as long as he can walk.

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It was late at night, and the lights were still on in a private house east of the city. The owner of the Feiyu Horse Farm, Ma Xingkong, was so gloomy that his big bald head seemed to be covered with clouds. The blue-faced manager Ma stood by his side, silent as if he was not even afraid to let out a breath.

At this time, there was a young man in the room, about twenty-seven or eight years old, wearing a black long gown, with a cold and arrogant expression. There was a long sword on the coffee table next to him. The man's right hand was deliberately or unintentionally pressing on the hilt of the sword, and the slender five-finger wheel flipped and tapped the sword handle.

"Ma Xingkong, who are you? Where can I get the qualification to teach you a lesson!" The man in black said disdainfully, staring at Ma Xingkong's throat with malicious eyes.

Ma Xingkong suppressed the anger in his heart and sneered: "I am indeed not qualified to teach you Fan Yi a lesson, but you sent a dead soldier to attack Gao Kaishan and his son without authorization today. If you succeed, it would be fine, but you failed and lost two dead soldiers. If your identity is exposed and your lord's big affairs are ruined, you Fan Yi will not be redeemed for a hundred deaths!"

The man in black changed his face slightly, and he said calmly: "The dead men in the mansion have been kept secret since childhood. No one knows them at all, and there are no clues on them, so it is impossible to reveal their identity." After saying that, he sneered and continued: "If you hadn't done your job well, a small flying eagle horse farm has not been taken down yet, so I wouldn't have made such a bad move!"

Ma Xingkong laughed furiously: "Is the responsibility for this?"

"Isn't it? The tyrant Yang Guang is now in Jiangdu and is about to send troops to Goguryeo. Chaos in the Sui Dynasty have already arisen. It is a good opportunity for the lord to rise up. The lord trusts you so much and orders you to speed up the collection of horses, but what are you doing? A small flying horse farm has not been solved for a long time. I kindly help you. Not only do you not thank me, but you also scold me. What is this?" Fan Yi said angrily.

Ma Xingkong took a deep breath and said, "Your will lose your ministers secretly, and your ministers will lose your body secretly. If you don't have any secrets, you will be able to succeed. The lord wants to carry out major events, but now it is time to be promoted before the sacrificial news. If the news leaks out, things will be defeated. Everyone will have to take care of their lives. Can you Fan Yi afford such serious consequences?"

Fan Yi curled his lips and said, "Those who accomplish great things do not mean anything. If you are afraid of your head and tail and look at the front and back, how can you achieve great things? It's better to go home and farm directly!"

Ma Xingkong held his anger and said, "Be cautious and cautious does not mean being timid. OK, since the lord has given me the responsibility of collecting horses, I will take it as a precaution. I don't have to worry about Brother Fan, and you don't have to worry about my affairs in the future."

Fan Yi sneered: "Although you are in charge, I will also order myself to help you. Well, I will do my own things in the future. I will not interfere in your work. You can't interfere with me, and see who will collect more war horses in the end." After that, he picked up the long sword on the coffee table and wanted to leave.

"Let's wait!" Ma Xingkong shouted in a low voice.

Fan Yi suddenly stood still, holding the sword in his hand and said coldly: "Ma Xingkong, I have already said it very clearly. Don't blame me if I tremble again!"

Ma Xingkong frowned and said, "Gaokaishan is the Gao family of the Bohai Sea, and his son Gao Bufan is deeply appreciated by Changsun Sheng. Don't touch them anymore, so you won't be fussy. Moreover, Changsun Sheng and Gao Shilian are also the targets that the lord strives for, so you can't offend them."

Fan Yi's face darkened: "Then I don't want the Flying Eagle Racecourse? My two dead soldiers were also in vain?"

Ma Xingkong said lightly: "Without the Flying Eagle Horse Farm, there will be Flying Deer Horse Farm and Flying Tiger Horse Farm. What's the point? As for the dead soldiers, they are just for death. As long as the lord can accomplish great things, everything else is insignificant!"

Fan Yi snorted coldly: "Ma Xingkong, I, Fan Yi, am a warrior, don't need you, a strategist who has no power to teach you!" After that, he turned around and walked out the door.

At this moment, the light flashed in Ma Xingkong's eyes, and his fat body suddenly burst out. He punched Fan Yi's back heart, as fast as lightning.

With a muffled bang, Fan Yi was knocked out of the door and fell to the ground. Blood spurted out from his mouth like a fountain.

Fan Yi looked back and stared at Ma Xingkong who was slowly coming out of the room with difficulty, and said in horror: "You...you know martial arts?"

Fan Yi swallowed after saying the last sentence. Ma Makong approached and looked at his pulse, confirming that he was dead. Then he shook his sleeves and said coldly: "A self-righteous waste, I originally wanted to save your life, but I was looking for death. Keeping someone like you will sooner or later ruin the lord's big affairs."
Chapter completed!