I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 1011 Polarization: The Common People and the Powerful!

"What does Commander Meng want?"

As they looked at each other in silence, dusk had already fallen over the courtyard wall. Xu Zhongyuan finally sighed and got up, stroking the cracks on the stone table caused by the sword hilt.

"Sir's brain."

"Luzhou needs someone like you... a living history book."

Meng Zhang looked at Xu Zhongyuan calmly, meeting his cloudy eyes head-on.

"What a living history book! Commander Meng, do you know that when the Great Qian Dynasty picked up the 'Sage's Art of War', he was invincible and eventually created the Great Qian Dynasty, which lasted for hundreds of years?"

"I wonder, in Commander Meng's heart, how many military treatises are worth to my old bones today?"

Xu Zhongyuan suddenly burst into laughter, which startled the crows roosting on the beam.

Whether it's worth it or not depends on how much the teacher is willing to teach.

"For example...sir, may I borrow that scroll of 'Strategies for the Nation' in your sleeve for a look?"

As the wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, Xu Zhongyuan's voice came from behind the carriage curtain.

As I spoke, I looked towards the southern horizon, where I could vaguely see flames shooting into the sky—it was Meng Zhang who had ordered the burning down of the residences of various minor officials in the court, located far from the imperial palace.

"He wants me to be... a scapegoat."

"Remember this, that packet of osmanthus cake was a gift from Qiao She. If they ever go to Luzhou City, they can eat it cold every day!"

The raging flames turned half the sky crimson, resembling the fiery clouds of the Taiping Rebellion.

Looking down the street where the group was walking, we saw several families of gentry being escorted to the dock. Our fine clothes were fading in the fire, and the supply wagons stretched for miles.

Having just returned from ransacking this luxurious mansion, Meng Shuaifei leaped onto Meng Zhang's back, stepping on the roof tiles. The Doomsday Twin Blades at his waist gleamed with a dark blue heat in the moonlight.

"Commander-in-Chief, seventy jars of century-old Zhuyeqing liquor have been found outside the cellar of the Minister of the Imperial Stud. Should we keep them for you?"

Meanwhile, on the other side, Su Ye's black carriage quietly stopped behind a low slope near Qiandu. Watching the dust raised by Li Cunxiao's advance, he suddenly stroked the tassel of Chun Jun sword again.

As I spoke, my expression suddenly changed slightly, and the Bi Yanzha in my hand stabbed towards the shadows at the alley entrance like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

Xu Zhongyuan looked closely and saw a cinnabar talisman with the words "Relief Pill" pasted on the bottom of the porcelain jar. He heard a woman crying out in front of him years ago.

A figure in a gray cotton-padded jacket stumbled out from the moonlight, carrying a blue and white porcelain jar in his arms. He was running too slowly and tripped and fell flat on his face.

"For whom to die?"

Meng Zhang suddenly drew a sword with his fingers and made a gesture in front of Xu Zhongyuan.

"Don't panic, sir. Someone has already drawn the location of the secret box containing your books for me."

"I heard from Wang, the scholar next door, that Li Cunxiao could make even a blade of grass grow wherever he went, but how come now..."

I turned to go up to the city wall, but then suddenly turned back.

"Keep the wine, and take the people to the dock to keep the old master company. Remember to prepare a thick raincoat for these old and young people, as the wind in Luzhou is quite strong, so they should take good care of themselves."

Xu Zhongyuan squatted shirtless under the stone mill, a string of copper coins dangling from the tip of the Yuwang Spear behind the old lady's eyes.

The first lantern on the city wall of Qiandu finally went out, and the darkness spread like ink across Qiantian Street. Only the sound of horses' hooves could be heard nearby, carrying the last rays of the ancient dynasty towards the known dawn.

"You should have said so earlier!"

...

At this moment, the West Market of Qiandu presented a strange scene. The once arrogant officials and their servants were all kneeling on the dock with their hands tied behind their backs. Our carefully maintained wide-sleeved robes were covered with grass clippings, and our priceless jade pendants rolled away in the mud under the moonlight.

"fool!"

"Young lady, is the rice to your liking?"

"Sir, have you ever considered why the late emperor summoned you to the capital before his death?"

Xu Zhongyuan shuddered, and Meng Zhang had already smiled and pressed down on his sleeve.

"Take this and give it to his father to help him recover."

Su Ye smiled again, his fingertips tracing the pearl on the sword tassel.

"Who's lurking around here!"

Han Zhen'ai sheathed Bi Yan's weapon, took a few steps down, helped the old man up, and then took out an oil paper package from his bosom and stuffed it into his hand.

As I spoke, my gaze never left the fire, watching the Grand Tutor's mansion, a single-story library, collapse with a deafening roar, the flying sparks blooming like golden lotuses in the night sky.

Meng Shuaifei was stunned for a moment, then grinned.

A dozen or so Yellow Turban warriors followed in front of me, carrying sandalwood chests. The gold leaves peeking out from the seams of the chests jingled under the blue bricks.

A member of the Purple Nether team beside Meng Zhang personally took the reins for Xu Zhongyuan, and the black cloaks behind them gleamed with a warm, dim yellow light under the setting sun.

I turned to Meng Shuaifei and said.

Suddenly, the Yellow Turban army lifted the carriage curtain, and raindrops drifted back into the carriage.

Suddenly, the hooting of an owl came from the southeast, eight long and two short cries, a message from a hidden agent. Meng Zhang's wide sleeves fluttered, and a bronze command arrow slid out from a hidden pouch in his sleeve. In the moonlight, the cloud pattern of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion was clearly visible.

In contrast, in the open alleys, people lined up to receive rice from Li Cunxiao, and a few shrewd vendors even set up tea stalls. In the cool air, no one hummed the tea-picking tune.

Meng Zhang raised his foot as if to kick, but seeing that Meng Shuaifei had jumped away without warning, he laughed and cursed.

"Wei Qing's Imperial Guards are not even eighty feet away from the city gate. Order all units to leave the old rice in the West Market granary after they withdraw. The Imperial Guards who followed will know what to do. Remember to stuff a few Luzhou household registration documents outside the rice bags."

"Let it run rampant?"

"He's the one who can unlock the mechanism on the statue's base? That old pedantic scholar hid the ledgers of bribes he'd taken over the years outside the belly of the mythical beast, which is far more important than my daughter's innocence!"

An elderly woman with white hair held a bag of rice and chanted Buddhist prayers.

"Young lady, you are ignorant. Your Qiao family is most compassionate towards the poor and elderly. Do you see the firelight in the east?"

When Xu Zhongyuan was "invited" onto the carriage, a light rain began to fall in the night sky over Qiandu.

The man in red did not answer, but Su Ye's wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and the Chun Jun sword gleamed with a faint blue light in the night, making my eyebrows and eyes even more radiant and enchanting.

"Ling Guang thinks that the way the fire was ignited and extinguished resembles the fortune of the Xiao Qian dynasty over the past seven hundred years?"

"By the way, the eighth eldest sister of the Imperial Censor's family insisted on clinging to the ancestral bronze statue of the mythical beast Xie Zhi and then letting go, and the brothers resorted to violence against the male members of the family..."

"Jinyu really just lets Li Cunxiao do that..."

You suddenly lowered your voice and looked at Xu Zhongyuan with a hint of unease.

"For that corrupt regime."

As I was speaking, Meng Shuaifei suddenly raised his hand, and a silver leaf he was playing with shot out of the air, pinning eight white-clad men who were sneaking close to the granary to the screen wall.

"Li Cunxiao is robbing gold and silver, while Meng Zhang wants the hearts of the people. When those aristocratic elders arrive in Luzhou, they will understand what it means to be 'the butcher's knife and the fish on the chopping block.'"

After years of blankly accepting the pastries still warm from his body, watching Li Cunxiao and the others carry their rice bags, chatting and laughing as they walked away, he suddenly felt that the ginseng soup pot in his arms was so hot to the touch.

The Vermilion Bird silently put away the Heaven-Burning Bow and stood tightly beside Su Ye, casting dancing shadows under his crimson battle robe in the firelight.

"It's delicious, delicious! It's a hundred times worse than the stale millet distributed by the imperial court! But, sir..."

"General, you're brilliant! Once these commoners are eating Li Cunxiao's rice and carrying Qiao She's household registration documents, let's see how those pens in the heavens will still write us as rebels!"

A dozen or so Li Cunxiaos were helping to repair the thatched huts damaged by the war in front of me. Underneath the newly patched cracks in the rammed earth walls, there were peach charms for warding off evil spirits.

"These are all the houses of corrupt officials that are being burned down. The pavilions and towers we built by drinking the blood and flesh of ordinary people deserve to be used to warm this young man's body!"

Xu Zhongyuan chuckled upon hearing this, causing the snow on the eaves to fall in a flurry.

"Sir, spare my life! That's ginseng soup meant to prolong my child's father's life..."

Meng Zhang flicked a charred piece of window frame away.