These people are like locusts, squatting in the place to eat on weekdays. As their power grows, their ambitions and desires also expand. When the place is eaten up, they will set their sights on a higher stage.

Wherever it passes, not a blade of grass grows!

Liao Jin said calmly: "People of the Zhao family, take a step forward!"

Dozens of officials were hesitant.

The clerk raised the booklet in his hand, "Want to recite it? You can save face if you come out now, but when you recite it... it will be too late!"

An official took a step forward and said with a forced smile: "Deputy envoy, I am lowering my rank..."

A sergeant next to him held a scabbard in his hand and waved it violently!

Snap!

The official howled miserably, covering his lips and retreating. When he let go, his lips were swollen.

Gu Mi

"Kneel down!"

Officials came out one by one and knelt beside them.

There are only a few people left.

Liao Jin asked: "Is there anyone who has never received Zhao's property?"

No one answered.

Liao Jin sneered, "Is this the land of the Tang Dynasty or the territory of the Zhao family?"

"Deputy, spare your life!"

The officials howled.

This is too strong a statement.

They can't afford it.

"Zitai!"

"The official is here."

"Go and clean up the Zhao family!"

"Take orders."

Yang Xuan led his people out of the county house.

Cao Ying whispered: "Lang Jun, Liao Jin's move will offend local powerful people."

"I know, but I can't run away." Yang Xuan felt that Liao Jin had good intentions in bringing him in. He just thought that this young man was good and wanted to win over him to help him.

"The so-called rabbit dies and the fox is sad. The powerful and powerful people in those places will share the same hatred. From now on, Lang Jun will have a group of enemies."

Yang Xuan got on his horse and said, "Old Cao."

"exist."

"If I want to do something, I will always offend people. The bigger the thing I do, the more people I will offend."

All the officials in the county were wiped out.

The accompanying official said: "The deputy envoy asked Yang Shijun to clean up the Zhao family, and the subordinate was worried that Yang Shijun would complain and then break away from the deputy envoy."

"Yang Xuan is already the governor of a state when he is not even twenty years old. In the foreseeable future, this son will definitely become famous. So, why should he become famous?"

"Get promoted by accumulating merit? How many meritorious people in the world are complaining because they have not been rewarded. So, why should Yang Xuan be rewarded for his merit?"

The accompanying officials listened quietly.

"If you want to be successful, credit is only one of them. The most important thing is... you must learn to offend others!"

Liao Jin gently stroked his gray beard, "An official has a very good reputation among the people, but where does the good reputation come from? The local people say you are good, but what about the local powerful? It is not just the people, there are powerful people, and there are also officials. It is difficult for everyone to agree. .When everyone says hello with one voice, there is only one possibility. This person has pleased the group of people who control local public opinion!"

"Will Shangguan reuse such a person?"

"Will the DPRK reuse such a person?"

"Will Your Majesty reuse such a person?"

If officials above the provincial governor level want to be promoted, not only do they have to go through the process at court, the emperor will also consider it carefully.

For an official with an extremely good reputation, the emperor would probably murmur in his heart.

This man can actually please everyone, what is his ability?

No, how did you deceive me?

This person never makes mistakes and has no enemies. Will he form a clique in the future?

A senior official without an enemy is not a good senior official!

"If you want an official hat, you have to pay for it with blood!"

The officials who could accompany him were basically Liao Jin's confidants.

And these words were the lesson Liao Jin taught them. Once they learned it and understood it, they would benefit from it throughout their lives.

The officials bowed and shed tears of gratitude.

An official said softly: "Deputy envoy, I am presumptuous..."

Liao Jin nodded.

"I want to come here...it is said that Yang Shijun is the enemy of the country's abbot and others. He used to be close to the concubine's brother and sister, but now they have turned against each other. The deputy envoy ordered him to clean up the Zhao family today. This will allow him to have more presence in northern Xinjiang. Notoriety also means cultivation. But if you do this, wouldn't you offend the father of the country and the concubines?"

Naturally, his confidants would consider Liao Jin, and his words were very heartfelt.

When you serve as an official, you must not only benefit the place, but also leave some bad reputation. This is the right thing to do.

Yang Xuan had many enemies in Chang'an, but his reputation in northern Xinjiang was excellent and his reputation was little.

Liao Jin thinks this is inappropriate!

"I have lived to this age and it would be hypocritical to say that I have no ambition for fame."

Liao Jin was very frank in front of his confidants.

"But what do I want to do with my fame?"

"Northern Xinjiang! I have shed blood and tears here. I have experienced joy, anger, sorrow and joy."

"I have also been a fool, but I dare to say... all of this is for the Tang Dynasty and Northern Xinjiang!"

"The Northern Liao Dynasty is becoming more and more powerful, and the Tang Dynasty... is gradually showing its decline. The northern border is the northern gate of the Tang Dynasty. Once it is opened, the Northern Liao cavalry pours in, and the Tang Dynasty... is in danger!"

"If you want Northern Xinjiang to be strong and prosperous, you must first have talents, great talents. But great talents are so rare. Once discovered, they should be beaten and polished. But they should also be protected."

Yang Xuan was like a fire and lightning in Northern Xinjiang, and he was beaten all the way.

"My husband used to protect us and them, but he is old."

"Now..." Liao Jin smiled, "It's my turn."

…

Yang Xuan led his troops to the outside of Zhao's mansion.

When the door opened, he didn't know Yang Xuan, but he knew he was a big shot just by looking at his official uniform. He quickly smiled and said, "I dare to ask you about your identity. I'll invite the master to greet you."

Yang Xuan waved his hand, "Surround!"

Uda shouted: "Master orders, surround us!"

The cavalry dispersed, and the horses stretched out in all directions along the wall.

Menzi was panicked, "My lord..."

"Tell Mrs. Zhao to come out to greet us!"

The door trembled violently, but he subconsciously asked: "May I ask about your identity?"

"Yang Xuan!"

"Yang... Yang Shijun!"

The door stumbled and ran in.

Zhao Cun, the head of the Zhao family, was drinking tea, and the steward stood below, respectfully reciting:

"The fields in the south will have a good harvest this year. The old farmer has seen it and said that if it is less, the harvest can be half a percent more."

Zhao Cun is in his fifties and is well-maintained. Most of his hair and beard are black, and his skin is fair. "This is the protection of our ancestors."

"The fields to the west are a bit worse this year."

"Why?"

"That land is far away from the water source, so irrigation is inconvenient."

"Those bitch slaves!" Zhao Cun snorted coldly, "How much less do you charge?"

"It's said that the charge will be about 10% less."
To be continued...