It was the third day of March in the seventh year of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Fuzhou Port.

There is a large ship going up the Shuo River in the Min River and moored under the Luoxing Tower.

"I'm coming."

The officials, big and small, who had been waiting on the shore for a long time, adjusted their queues. When the generals came off the ship, the leading officials quickly stepped forward to salute.

"The Fujian Road pacifier and Fuzhou magistrate Wang Gangzhong brought a group of officials to greet Marshal Liu."

The wind blew, and the big flag erected on the bow of the ship fluttered, and it read "Admiral Fujian Road Military Affairs Chief".

In the late Southern Song Dynasty, local pacification envoys were often responsible for military affairs as well. Now that the new dynasty has a new atmosphere, military affairs must be separated from the pacification envoys.

Naturally, the newly appointed Admiral Liu came to take charge of the military power on the Fujian Road.

The sounds of heavy footsteps and the clashing of armors were heard, and a row of soldiers disembarked from the ship and stood in formation on the shore. There were more than three hundred people in total.

The spirit of bravery rushed towards his face, shocking the officials who had never seen a battle formation and their expressions changed with horror.

"This... I dare to ask, who is Marshal Liu?"

"The commander is not on board."

While they were talking, a handsome old man in his fifties got off the boat.

I saw that although he was wearing casual clothes, his demeanor was very extraordinary, and he must be a high-ranking official.

When he walked up to Wang Gangzhong, he smiled and said: "The commander is hungry and has already taken a boat into the city..."

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The Baima River originates from the West Lake in Fuzhou and flows around the city into the Minjiang River. It is the moat of Fuzhou City.

A small boat swayed near the West City Gate. The old boatman held a long pole and pushed the boat to the shore.

"The divination is gone!"

"What?"

Liu Jinsuo was looking up at the green mountains in the distance in a daze. Hearing this, he turned around and said blankly: "What did the old man say?"

The old boatman then pointed at the city gate and made signs, and said a few more words.

"Haha, I obviously learned Min dialect from Huang Yong, but I still can't understand a word. It's strange."

"Stop making trouble." Liu Niang led him out of the cabin, handed a few copper coins to the old boatman, and said, "Thank you very much, husband."

The old boatman accepted the copper coins and grinned. He turned around and saw the Liu family's daughter leading a little boy out, and quickly pointed to the mountains in the distance and said a few words.

Liu Niang agreed with a smile, then led her family off the boat and walked towards the city gate.

"What did he just say?"

"The slave family doesn't know either."

Liu Jinsuo said: "You don't even understand, but you still nod... there are so many people."

The city gate was still very lively.

During the Southern Song Dynasty, the overland Silk Road was unavailable, but maritime trade was prosperous. Fuzhou benefited from mountains and seas, and was rich in industry and commerce. It was precisely because "department stores followed the tide and ships entered the market, and tens of thousands of wine sellers hung their curtains" that it could be called a southeastern metropolis.

Liu Jinsuo has lived in Lin'an for many years and is not an inexperienced person, but he still likes to see new things.

"Look at that tree!"

Liu Yao was leading her younger brother into the city gate when she heard her father yelling again. She turned around and saw a big banyan tree standing by the road.

"Father, aren't you making too much of a fuss? My daughter told you before I came here that Zhang Boyu, the governor of Fuzhou in the Song Dynasty, planted banyan trees two hundred years ago to prevent drought and floods.

It is the most prosperous among the county towns, so it is called Rongcheng."

Liu Yao is eleven years old and has a beautiful face. Not only does her facial features resemble Liu Niang's, but her quick thinking is obviously inherited from Liu Niang. Only her big eyes are most like Liu Jinsuo's.

Liu Jinsuo doted on this daughter the most. He was smiling from ear to ear when he saw her quoting scriptures.

"That's right, that's right. I, Old Liu, am a rough guy. How can I be as smart as the talented Liu family girl?"

His youngest son Liu Pei, who was only five years old and chubby in appearance, came forward, sniffed and asked: "Wow, what kind of tree is this?"

Liu Jinsuo said: "Sister, I told you it was a banyan tree."

Liu Pei sniffed, with a puzzled look on his face, and said, "It's not like a dragon."

They looked around the big tree, and then a shopkeeper from a tea shop along the street came up to Liu Jinsuo and asked with a smile: "My guest has come from a long way, would you like to taste tea?"

"Tea?"

Liu Jinsuo was not interested in tea. He glanced at the stall not far away and said, "I plan to eat a bowl of noodles there."

"I would like to teach our guests that those are not noodles, but rice noodles."

"Ah, yes, actually I am also from the south. I just stayed in the north for a long time."

"If you, our guest, want to eat rice noodles, just order one when you get to our store."

"That's good!" Liu Jinsuo readily agreed, "Seller, I have to say that the mountains on your side don't look dangerous, but there are so many and they are really green."

"My guest seems to be here for business. It doesn't matter if you go to Fuzhou. If you take the mountain road, you must be careful of bandits, especially the eldest lady. The young ladies are all very beautiful. After all, they are away from home."

"Are there many bandits?"

"Bandits and piracy are always inevitable, especially in recent years due to the salt tax and public land, there are even more weeds."

Only then did Liu Jinsuo understand what the old boatman was talking about, and he said cheerfully: "No wonder, I'm here to suppress bandits, quell rebellions, eliminate pirates, and arrest corrupt officials."

“The guest officer is interesting.”

"By the way, are there any rebels? I heard that Zhao Yulu, the king of Zhao Song Dynasty, was active along the coast of Fuzhou. Did he think of establishing a country overseas?"

"Hey, my guest still understands these important national affairs. I would like to tell you that after the dynasty has changed, it is better for us ordinary people to be cautious in our words and actions... My guest is sitting here. What kind of tea would you like to drink?"

"Ask my wife for tea." Liu Jinsuo pointed to the stall outside and said, "I want six bowls of noodles, and four bowls of the white balls."

"Okay, Zhou Laoqi, serve six bowls of rice noodles and four bowls of fish balls to the guests in my shop!"

"..."

This was Liu Jinsuo's first day in Fuzhou, and he felt very strange about everything.

However, only a month later, he became restless.

"How can there be no progress at all? This Wang Gangzhong is really slippery."

"Officials, there is no need to be anxious. When a new official takes office and is not familiar with the place, it is normal for the local officials and soldiers not to trust the official." Liu Niang said with relief.

Liu Jinsuo looked helpless and sighed: "I think if this continues, within five or six years, I won't be able to accomplish what your Majesty has asked me to do."

Liu Niang was sewing and modifying her son's clothes. She smiled and said, "Then I will live in Fuzhou for a few more years."

"I don't care, but what about my daughter-in-law?" Liu Jinsuo said matter-of-factly, "My daughter-in-law will be the princess in the future."

"Officials, don't dare to talk nonsense anymore."

"Why is there no evidence? The prince and Yao'er have such a good relationship. They have been pinching mud together by the Han River since they were young. If I hadn't seen them playing well since childhood, I would have been reluctant to marry Yao'er. What... that idiom

How do you say that?"

Liu Niang didn't like what Liu Jinsuo said the most, so she rarely responded to him with a stern face.

Liu Jinsuo wrapped himself around and asked with a smile: "Tell me, how do you say that idiom?"

"I thought the official would be able to get rid of his worries when he arrived at Fujian Road." Liu Niang said, "The official doesn't despise the slave family, but with a biological mother like me, how could Yao'er become the crown princess? Even if your Majesty and the Queen don't despise it,

Others..."

Liu Jinsuo was stunned for a moment, and became unusually angry.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Whoever dares to say that Yao'er's family is poor, I will beat him to death!"

"Official."

Liu Niang put down her needle and thread, pulled Liu Jinsuo to the couch, and whispered: "The officials have made things easy, let me put it this way. Your Majesty has a strong body, and he is a prince in his early twenties... How can such a prince be such a concubine?"

Is it good?"

"Why?"

Liu Jinsuo was very puzzled.

Liu Niang had no choice but to go where Emperor Gao was far away before she dared to whisper: "Your Majesty has a long life, but do you have an eighty-year-old prince and princess?"

"So what? As long as the prince lives a hundred years, he can always be the emperor for twenty years. Such a simple truth, but you, a woman, don't understand it."

Liu Niang looked at her husband and was speechless for a moment.

Liu Jinsuo said again: "You are really worried about what will happen in the next few decades. Let me tell you, as long as you can live happily and be a prince for the rest of your life, what's wrong with being a princess? Isn't it better than my father's life of farming?"

"

"It would be great if things in the world were as smooth as the officials think."

"Everything I do goes smoothly!" Liu Jinsuo patted his chest and said proudly: "Your Majesty said before I left the capital that I am going on this mission to bring blessings to Fuzhou - blessings upon blessings."
To be continued...