It was drizzling in the western part of the city after autumn. It wasn't cold, but it was warm.
The commoners sang and danced in the rain, enjoying the revelry that belonged to them.
The people of the West City had been oppressed for too long. The wealthy and powerful landowners controlled the land, and the merchants changed the price of grain.
Over the years, they had been bullied a lot. Not only had they taken away your farmland, but they had also not paid you a single cent for your labor.
It was not easy for them to have some hope. The harvest that they had worked so hard for half a year was mostly sold at a high price by the Chamber of Commerce.
Fortunately, justice would always come for the drizzle in the sky. The Young Marshal of the Yan's Mansion, who had appeared out of nowhere, was like the great lord of the current generation.
Not only did he rectify the wealthy families in the western part of the city, but he also distributed the land to the people for free. Yan Zhiguo's reputation among the people had undoubtedly risen by more than one level.
Xi Cheng's actions caused a huge commotion and attracted the attention of all parties, such as the Jiang Zheng faction in southern China.
In the Nanjin Republic of China headquarters, Dai Yunong, the director of the Military and Military Bureau of the Republic of China, stood with his hands behind his back. A few pages of secret intelligence reports were placed on the small mahogany table in front of him.
At the wooden table, the leader of the Nanjin Republic of China government, Principal Jiang, was browsing carefully.
After a long time, the principal put down the intelligence report and rubbed his eyebrows, as if he was a little worried.
"Yu Nong, what do you think of this matter?"
Hearing the question, Dai Yunong lowered his head and said respectfully,
"Chairman, I don't know."
The principal's eyes were like torches, and he could not hide his fatigue.
"Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?”
"Motherf * cker! These warlords really didn't stop! What land reform! What did Yan Xishan want to do? You want to learn from Yuan Shikai and become an emperor!"
Dai Yunong felt the principal's saliva and seemed to be moving on purpose.
The principal narrowed his eyes and said mockingly,
"The rain is thick! The rain was heavy! Your political understanding is still a little lacking! Yan Zhiguo was just a spoiled brat who relied on his father! How can you have such an understanding!"
Dai Yunong lowered his head and said very respectfully,
"I've learned my lesson!"
The principal waved his hand, feeling a little annoyed.
"Forget it, you can leave. Go and call Ci Xiu over."
Dai Yunong obeyed and went forward. Not long after, Chen Cheng walked into the headquarters and bowed respectfully,
"Principal, you were looking for me?"
Principal Jiang nodded and praised,
"That's right, Cixiu. I'm sure you've heard about this. Tell me your opinion."
Not only did Chen Cheng give his opinion, but he also analyzed the reason. The principal was very satisfied.
"Cixiu, I'll leave this matter to you to test Yan Xishan's attitude!”
Chen Cheng straightened his back and bowed respectfully again.
"Please rest assured, Principal! I promise to complete the mission!"
Yan Zhiguo had not been able to rest for the past few days. After the land reform, the system reward had arrived as promised.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching the system prodigal judgment and obtaining the system reward.
[Character Card: Bai Sheng Introduction: Top talent in agricultural science and technology]
[Material Card: Various types of high-quality fertilizers * 10,000]
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At this moment, the marshal walked into the living room with a telegram in his hand. Yan Zhiguo reached out and took it. After reading it carefully, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile.
"Humph! Those who come have ill intentions, and those who come with good intentions don't come!"
The marshal took a sip of tea and asked his son,
Yan Zhiguo put down the telegram and stood up.
A few days later, Chen Cheng brought a group of people to the West City to observe under the slogan of friendly exchange and learning.
Who knew that they would be defeated as soon as they arrived at the marshal's residence. The marshal was extremely unlucky to be inspecting the city and state. The person who received them was the marshal's son, Yan Zhiguo.
Chen Cheng's eyes flashed with an imperceptible haze, and his face was full of smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you, Young Marshal.”
Seeing the young man being so straightforward, even Chen Cheng, who was good at keeping his composure, smiled bitterly.
" Young Marshal, I won't hide it from you. On the way here, the changes in the West District are amazing. This time, I'm here with the Principal's regards to invite Marshal Yan to join the Republic of China government."
Yan Zhiguo closed his paper fan and took a sip of tea. His eyes were smiling.
"What if Xicheng doesn't agree?"
Chen Cheng was furious. The difficulty of dealing with young people was beyond his imagination.
"Young Marshal, please tell the marshal that the Beiyang government has been destroyed. I hope the marshal can recognize the situation in time!”
His words were slightly threatening, and Yan Zhiguo sneered,
"There's no need. What I mean is what my father wants. Please tell the principal that West City has always been in China's territory. We are all descendants of the Yellow Emperor. If the principal wants to divide the country and cause war everywhere, our 200,000 Jin army is not a pushover!”
Chen Cheng's face was filled with anger. He stood up and was about to leave with a wave of his sleeves when a young man's voice came from behind him.
"Right, I believe that the principal will not let go of the remnants of the Beiyang government. If they want to go north, please think twice!”
Chen Cheng stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the young man. He left quickly without hesitation.
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