Who is Yang Yanzhao? He is a person who is a top military general in both real history and Romance. In the early stage of the Northern Song Dynasty, he relied on this family to support the scene, and in the later stage, he relied on Yue Wumu to support the scene.

No wonder this name sounds familiar, Yang Wenguang...isn't it an outstanding general of the Yang family?

Although Song Beiyun didn't remember some details clearly, if there were no surprises, if these two names were put together, the Yang family would undoubtedly be the general.

"Yes, this is my father."

"The Yang family of the old Jindao Gong Linggong?" Song Beiyun was so excited that he was even happier than seeing Bao Zheng: "The Yang family of Wulang Gossip Stick?"

Yang Wenguang looked at Song Beiyun in surprise, then nodded slightly.

But before he could speak, Song Beiyun rushed up and held his hand and shook it up and down: "I'm glad for a long time, I'm glad for a long time, so I'm glad for a long time. I'll sit down and make a cup of tea."

The princess' eyes were straightened: "Rareless!"

When Song Beiyun heard this, he immediately replied from the excitement and turned around and knelt on one knee at Jin Ling'er: "Princess, I'm sorry for my crime, and I'm in a hurry."

"Forget it." Jin Ling'er snorted coldly: "The next time I will definitely be willing to give up."

Yang Wenguang was confused. He stood there and didn't know what to say. He had no idea why the person in front of him suddenly became so enthusiastic about him. The protection mechanism in his heart was immediately activated. He took a step back and bowed: "This manager... this..."

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Song Beiyun opened the door and shouted outside: "Xiaoyan, prepare tea!"

In fact, Jin Ling'er was also a little confused about Song Beiyun's current excited state. After all, she was young and had been living in the south. When the Yang family was at its most glorious, she was still an amino acid. Although the Song Dynasty was not the Song Dynasty that Song Beiyun knew, she still had not changed much in emphasis on literature and over military affairs.

So Jin Ling'er is really not familiar with the Jindao Yang family, but if King Fu was here, he would definitely know him, and might even be very familiar with him.

Soon, all the hot tea and pastries were placed in front of Yang Wenguang, which made him a little flattered. Song Beiyun didn't say much, but just leaned against the side and asked: "Wen Guang, what job needs are there? Even if you propose it, we are a personalized company. As long as you open your mouth, we can meet you, five insurances and one fund are easy to say, and you can also take paid leave. Calculate 13 salary plus commission for you, as well as high temperature subsidies and low temperature subsidies."

Yang Wenguang: “…”

"You can't understand? Then you say, what do you want, you say."

This really scared Yang Wenguang. He hurriedly stood up: "I... disturbed me, disturbed me..."

"No!" Song Beiyun pressed his shoulder and refused to let him get up: "Just say, the princess Qiansui is here. If you have any requests, just speak up, and everything will be decided by Your Highness."

Yang Wenguang glanced at Princess Ruibao, and she just nodded slightly.

Although Song Beiyun seemed to be treacherous and always said something incomprehensible, at least the princess's words were still reliable, so Yang Wenguang said carefully: "Actually, I am not only for me, but also for my brothers."

"Oh? Your brothers are all Yang family members, too?"

Song Beiyun was so excited that if all the generals of the Yang family were working here, what would be so shameful to say this?

He was excited, but suddenly he thought about it, and a thought suddenly arose in his heart. After this thought came out, he quickly extinguished his enthusiasm and quickly returned to a calm state.

"Why are the Yang family doing so miserable now?"

After calming down, Song Beiyun soon discovered the problem. After all, the Jindao Yang family was also a famous family with a surname left in history. Although the future was disintegrated due to war and internal affairs, it should not be the present. Shouldn't they be in their prime?

But looking at Yang Wenguang's style, he doesn't look like a prominent family. Although his temperament is very different from those on the street, he dresses like an ordinary warrior, and he doesn't look like a rich man.

Yang Wenguang looked up at him and sighed softly: "This brother doesn't know anything. My Yang family was more than 20 years ago..."

Soon, Yang Wenguang told the princess and Song Beiyun calmly about his experience. Although he was not a sin, he was still a never-ending person. So they can only rely on some gangster business to make a living.

"This time, I just want to find a legitimate livelihood for my brothers. My father said that this bandit is a bandit. No matter how high-sounding it is, it is a bandit. A real man disdains to lose his wives. Only by serving the country and the people can he be righteous. These brothers have no skills, but just have the strength to die..."

After Yang Wenguang finished speaking, Song Beiyun touched his chin and pondered for a moment: "Do you mean you want all your more than a thousand brothers to come here?"

"Yes...can it be?" Yang Wenguang was somewhat nervous: "I know this is difficult. If the princess Qiansui was in a dilemma, that would be fine."

He stood up and pretended to leave, but Song Beiyun stretched out a hand to stop him: "Your idea has given me some inspiration."

After saying that, Song Beiyun turned around and bowed to the princess and said, "Qiansui, you were still worried about those refugees and disaster victims causing trouble before. I have found a good way."

The princess's eyes lit up: "Let's talk."

In fact, Song Beiyun was also worried about this problem before. There were hundreds of thousands of refugees, and there were all kinds of people in the country. It was really difficult to manage them uniformly. The crime rate in Luzhou City has soared rapidly these days because of this reason.

Yesterday, when Miaoyan asked him out for dinner, the two of them discussed this issue. Song Beiyun was worried, but Miaoyan actually had no good idea. She just said, "If you want to manage these people well, you can only not treat these people as human beings."

Although Song Beiyun denied this proposal at that time, now after seeing Yang Wenguang, he suddenly had an inspiration.

It is difficult not to treat those refugees as humans. But it is not difficult to treat them as animals. Assuming that they are a flock of sheep, then Yang Wenguang and his group of people can become shepherds.

Yang Wenguang said that the people under him were originally some rogues from Luzhou City and the surrounding areas, because his father's reputation gathered together, he was not a good family. He was lazy and lazy in farming and farming, moving things and consuming places. However, he was just a brave and fierce man with a vicious spirit.

He said everything himself, just taking a try attitude. After all, there are more than a thousand brothers under his command, and no one will want such a person.

but……

Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Brother Yang, before you ask all your brothers to come to this Okang tomorrow, let's count the heads and how many people we want."

"Take it seriously?" Yang Wenguang's breath became strong: "But..."

"Don't worry, money is worth a penny." Song Beiyun's eyes turned twice: "But ugly words are ahead. If they are disobedient, you will be unlucky. We invite not them but you. Every month, a sum of money will be allocated to you. How to distribute it is your business. Whether you swallow all one big son or not or not keep one big son is all your business."

Yang Wenguang thought about it in his mind, thought about it carefully, and then suddenly stood up and clasped his fists at the princess and Song Beiyun: "I'll go back and arrange it."

"Go."

Yang Wenguang left excitedly, Song Beiyun closed the door and glanced at Ruibao: "So bold, let me kneel down for you."

"Oh...good brother." Ruibao stood up with a smile and pulled Song Beiyun to the chair and sat down, and she naturally sat on his lap: "In front of outsiders, you have to save some face for others. They are a princess at least."

Jin Ling'er said, holding Song Beiyun's hand in both hands and putting it on her waist: "Come on, good brother, it's comfortable to hold my sister, you can hug me."

"You are sensible." Song Beiyun leaned against the chair and hugged the soft princess. It was no longer important that his hands were not honest. His princess liked this mouth.

"Good brother, why do you have so many rascals? These people are lazy and useless."

Song Beiyun pinched her nose: "You don't understand this, have you really seen those victims?"

Ruibao shook his head gently: "I have seen a few, but I haven't seen too many."

"That's right. Those people, when you really see them, you will know that they are no longer considered human." Song Beiyun sighed and said, "When more than 400,000 victims gathered outside Luzhou City, you will know what panic means. You have never seen victims, so have you seen sheep on the mountain?"

"Well, I've seen that." Ruibao frowned: "But the victim and the sheep..."

"They are not humans. They are just like a group of free-range sheep. There is no grass growing wherever the goat goes. Why are your Emperor and Your Highness the King of Fu secretly secretive about the victims? It is precisely because of these refugees, which are just hot yams. Otherwise, do you think that stingy Zhao Xing is so stingy that you want money and land?"

"You are not allowed to say that to my Emperor brother." Jin Ling'er's head rested on Song Beiyun's shoulder and leaned against his chest: "Then according to the good brother, am I alive without death? I'm afraid..."

"Now, I'm looking for a shepherd dog for you." Song Beiyun's hand slid up and down between Jin Ling'er's waist, and wiped out all the oil and water: "These people don't have any skills in giving birth, but this ability to bully good is first-class."

As for Jin Ling'er, she was smart, her eyes suddenly lit up and she straightened up: "Good brother is saying that these thugs should care about those refugees? But can you... be careful? Or is there any way for a good brother?"

"I won't tell you now."

"Just say..." Jin Ling'er leaned over to Song Beiyun and kissed him in the face: "A dignified princess is like a puppy, please beg you, good brother, just say..."

Song Beiyun smiled and became very dishonest: "Actually, it's simple. After diversion of a group to Jiangxi Road, the remaining people will be divided into different groups, with a maximum of 100 people in this group. These rascals are naturally the leader of them. We send the orders to Yang Wenguang, and Yang Wenguang will then share these words with those rascals. With their prestige in the world, there is no big problem. We don't need to care about so many rascals, just manage Yang Wenguang well, it will be."

Jin Ling'er tilted her head and thought for a long time, then nodded gently and said, "A good brother is smart. If he lacks this Yang Wenguang, those thugs must not be disobedient. But if he has more Yang Wenguang, we just need to take care of this Yang Wenguang. If the thugs are in trouble, we will punish Yang Wenguang. If his family has the ability to manage these thugs, it will naturally save a lot of effort, right?"

"Yes." Song Beiyun smiled and slowly took his hand out of Ruibao's clothes: "It's getting late, you can go back first."

"Don't be busy, let my good brother hug you for a while." Jin Ling'er didn't move, but instead drew circles on his chest with her fingers: "Good brother, you said you bully your sister all day long. If one day your sister is going to get married, how sad you will be."

"It's raining and my mother is going to get married, can I stop me?"

"You..." Jin Ling'er pinched the soft flesh on Song Beiyun's waist: "You took all the advantage. Do you say this? I'm so cheap in your heart?"

"Hey, hey, don't lose your temper suddenly." Song Beiyun patted her back gently: "You are the princess. If you are like A Qiao Qiaoyun, you are not like this now."

"Where would that be?"

Song Beiyun pointed to the table in front of him: "You are lying on your head, the table is creaking."

"Ah..." Jin Ling'er screamed and buried her face in Song Beiyun's clothes.

"You'll be shy, too?"
Chapter completed!