Chapter 267: The Mulberry Grove

Zhao Jiu was as good as his word. After the three of them had a meal, they went directly to the mulberry grove by the fish pond to discuss matters concerning both armies.

"Your subject is willing to write a personally signed and sealed document for Your Majesty. After returning this time, there will absolutely be no incidents of conscripted labor in the Right Army of the Imperial Camp, nor any further encroachment on military farmlands. The soldiers will definitely train once every ten days, and their pay will be issued in full... As for military funds, equipment, and troop quotas, I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness on these points. Your subject can only guarantee that I will cause no more trouble for Your Majesty here, but I truly cannot manage and restrain every single general below me one by one." After some conversation, Zhang Jun, Commander-in-Chief of the Right Army of the Imperial Camp, gestured emphatically, nearly swearing an oath by the fish pond. "I truly do not know how to manage them."

"Forget the document. I trust your words, Minister Zhang."

Zhao Jiu waved from a distance, stopping the dozen or so eunuchs busy in the mulberry grove from coming forward to pay their respects. These men were removing some dead mulberry trees and transplanting new ones. "Everyone in the realm says you're a man who sits in a money pit, but I knew back on the Huai River that you're also a man who understands true gains and losses, and someone who dares to go all out at critical moments... I am willing to trust your words! As for matters below, these are military abuses accumulated over a hundred years in our dynasty. I also understand your difficulties. For such matters, I would already be grateful if you could reach the level of Han Liangchen."

Zhang Jun was completely relieved and immediately clasped his hands in the mulberry grove: "Your Majesty, Han Shizhong's military governance is nothing extraordinary. Your subject can certainly achieve it."

Zhao Jiu shook his head and smiled wryly: "I also know Han Liangchen's military governance is nothing extraordinary, but the man himself is truly extraordinary... Boying, ask yourself honestly, can you fight his miraculous battles? One back and forth, and one is a Military Governor of three towns plus a Commandery Prince, while the other is a Military Governor of two towns—the gap has already widened completely."

Zhang Boying wanted to speak but stopped.

"But don't be anxious either." Zhao Jiu stopped under a mulberry tree and turned around. "That day when Han Shizhong's troops mutinied and I went to his camp to see him, I made it clear. Today I'll make it clear to you as well... You people follow me, first and foremost to revive Song and destroy Jin. If it succeeds, it succeeds; if not, it fails. If one day we achieve great merit, the realm is vast enough to support ten Commandery Princes. And for someone like you who understands gains and losses, whether you want to amass wealth in life or secure your children's future after death, I can always handle it... The key is that after all we, lord and ministers, have been through, if anyone wants something, why not speak frankly and openly like today? What you and I want, I can naturally give you what you want."

Upon hearing these words, Zhang Jun was completely at ease. He bowed deeply again under the mulberry tree and repeatedly expressed his loyalty.

But Zhao Jiu had never been patient with this. After listening for just a moment, he grew impatient, called the man to rise, and then directly looked at Wu Jie, who had truly gained insight today:

"Jinqing... your situation is not the same as Boying's."

"Your subject understands." Wu Da was both brave and resourceful. Although Wu Jinqing had been thrown into the situation upon first arriving in the capital and was dazed for half a day, by now he had understood everything he needed to. He quickly stepped forward and clasped his hands. "The situation with the Rear Army of the Imperial Camp stems from the ills of the Western Army... When Your Majesty personally oversaw things in Guanzhong, under your august authority, the troop reductions, reorganization, and land grants were all accepted by superiors and subordinates alike. But once Your Majesty left, it was evident from the fact that their expenditure of converted funds far exceeded that of other armies that they were reverting to old habits. And your subject, being incompetent, could not stop it."

Zhao Jiu stood with his hands behind his back under the mulberry tree. He nodded first, but then fell into a strange silence. The spring wind was strong, and in the silence a gust came from somewhere, the chirping of insects momentarily ceased, then the mulberry trees swayed incessantly, and even the green grass underfoot rippled together with the waves on the fish pond.

Seeing this, Wu Jie could not help but feel apprehensive, to the point that Zhang Jun, who had just passed his own test, looked on with some schadenfreude.

In truth, this was not Wu Jie's fault, but of course he was afraid.

Because no matter how approachable this sovereign appeared, no matter how candid and heart-to-heart he seemed, he was always a sovereign, an emperor, a Son of Heaven, and one with such authority... the power of life and death, reward and punishment, was but a single word.

At the very least, Wu Jinqing could not imagine having any room to resist.

This gust of wind passed, and Zhao the Sovereign finally spoke, but his first words sank Wu Jie's heart to the bottom of the fish pond: "I believe that the Rear Army of the Imperial Camp is not so much a matter of neglect or abuse, but rather that the old habits of the feudal military governorship system are hard to change, and they want to return to the old pattern of feudal military governorships."

The term "feudal military governorship" was not unprecedented. During Li Gang's administration, it had even been adopted as state policy. At that time, Commissioners and Pacification Commissioners were everywhere, and the main military commanders generally concurrently held local administrative posts, raising their own funds and recruiting their own troops.

And it had to be admitted that such measures were absolutely correct at the time. They gave the Great Song court, which was then in a state of exile with only a pitiful twenty or thirty thousand troops, a chance to catch its breath, and from this developed multiple field army clusters, providing the most basic military force for the later Zhao Song court's defense and foothold.

Han Shizhong's Left Army of the Imperial Camp, Zhang Jun's Right Army of the Imperial Camp, Yue Fei's Forward Army of the Imperial Camp, and Zhang Rong's Naval Army of the Imperial Camp—all were initially units supported by their own territories and revenues. Li Yanxian's forces, because they maintained the only salient north of the Yellow River, continued to hold both military and civil authority even now... Even the Central Army of the Imperial Camp, which Zhao Jiu directly controlled, had more than half its troops transferred from those earlier 'feudal military governorship' units.

During that phase, these commanders collected their own taxes, recruited their own soldiers, and set up their own workshops to manufacture weapons... That was how the iconic bronze masks of Han Shizhong's elite troops came about, and it was also during that time that Zhang Jun earned the mocking nickname 'Iron Face' for being unwilling to spend money on his soldiers.

At that time, these commanders even appointed their own civil officials and military officers, merely reporting to the court as a formality.

But the problem was, that was in the past.

After the victory at the Battle of Yanying, when Zhao the Sovereign returned to the old capital, the first thing he did was to gather all the commanders, absorb the troops of the Tokyo Defender Command left by Zong Ze, and then, once the finances were in slightly better shape, he began to reorganize the Imperial Camp armies. He did not hesitate to increase taxes and levies in order to fix the troop quotas of each unit, thereby reclaiming their financial powers.

From then on, the military pay for each unit had to be allocated from the central government.

Moreover, this process of centralizing power, with the return to Tokyo as its turning point, was continuous and gradual. After military pay came the recovery of the power to appoint local officials, the continuous strengthening of the Central Army of the Imperial Camp, Han Shizhong being reprimanded for causing popular resentment during conscription, Yue Fei being impeached by Li Guang and Li Jing for requesting the most military equipment materials, Qu Duan—the most arrogant general—being escorted to the capital by a single censor, the scoundrel Wang Xie being executed at a banquet, and even Zhang Rong's band of former water bandits being completely reorganized after the Dongping Prefecture campaign.

Finally, after the Battle of Yaoshan, even the last of the Western Army was reorganized into the Imperial Camp system, and the court granted land to retired and meritorious soldiers in Guanzhong and Henan.

Even now, after Han Shizhong was transferred to Guanzhong, similar arrangements were being carried out in the Huaixi region under the direct responsibility of Liu Ji.

This central court had not been idle for a single day.

So, when all the troops were being de-feudalized, what did it mean for the Son of Heaven to say that your troops actually wanted to return to the feudal military governorship pattern?

"Your subject has received great favor from Your Majesty and absolutely has no such intention!" Wu Jie was stunned for a moment, barely able to clasp his hands, but his slightly trembling voice clearly showed that he was already somewhat flustered and losing his composure.

Zhang Jun, meanwhile, had lost his earlier schadenfreude. He simply stood with his hands folded, watching this old acquaintance from the Western Army with cold eyes.

"I'm not talking about you, but rather that the Western Army itself has always had the posture of a feudal military governorship." Zhao Jiu certainly would not let the man misunderstand. "And I am roughly aware that because of our dynasty's policy of 'strengthening the interior and weakening the exterior,' the Western Army has always appeared docile, not as unruly as the feudal military governorships of the Five Dynasties and the waning Tang... But in reality, in terms of internal systems, as I see it, the Western Army is still a genuine feudal military governorship in form. Otherwise, how could there be all sorts of feudal military governorship methods?"

Now, both Wu Jie and Zhang Jun were veterans of the Western Army. Although Zhao the Sovereign's words were a bit convoluted and somewhat forced, the two instinctively understood, because they knew deep down what Zhao the Sovereign meant by "feudal military governorship methods."

For example.

Thanks to the Great Song dynasty's long-standing military-political guiding ideology, the so-called military logic of "strengthening the interior and weakening the exterior," in theory and in practice, any Zhao Song sovereign, central court, or even the high-ranking army supervisors sent by the court could, if they wished, easily obtain command of the Western Army or directly appoint or dismiss its key generals.

That is to say, the so-called Western Army military clans had never dared to show excessive arrogance toward the court. If the central government wanted to, it could easily use legal means to accomplish the rise and fall of these military clans... Even during the Great Song's weakest period, Zhao Jiu could still behead Liu Guangshi, who had contributed to his enthronement, and freeze his head into an ice lump. And the only one who had shown an arrogant face to Zhao the Sovereign, Qu Duan, was not from a legitimate high-ranking military clan and was easily bound by his own subordinates and sent to Tokyo.

But the paradoxical point was that while you could easily replace these military clans, execute or punish their generals, shelve or abolish certain families, or even directly send trusted substitutes from the central government, the concept of a 'Western Army military clan' always persisted.

Typically, remove one, and another would appear; eliminate one batch, and soon another would rise.

Not only that. Zhang Jun and Wu Jie had both climbed up from the bottom. They knew very well that this phenomenon was not limited to the top-level military clans. At the middle and lower levels, the Western Army had also formed unique, strange, yet extremely stable internal mechanisms:

So-and-so was a rogue from Yan'an Prefecture, another was a non-Han from a border stockade on the Huanqing Circuit, this one was a respectable son from the Huanqing Circuit, that one was a collateral branch of some fallen military clan; this man had been drifting in the army for fifteen years, that man's patron had become a Grand Coordinator somewhere, this family's old friend had suddenly been punished by the court, that man had spent so much silver... Each had their own traditions and stories.

At the top were the military clans based on family inheritance; at the bottom, factions and hierarchies formed based on regional origin. When combined, they formed a complex military-political interest group with strong exclusivity and a strong instinct for self-preservation.

Even if such a military-political group was not called a feudal military governorship on the surface, in its internal structure and ultimate performance, it was virtually indistinguishable from one... On the battlefield, preserving one's own strength came first, stealing credit second, and demanding rewards third. Naturally, combat effectiveness would be greatly compromised.

"If Your Majesty puts it that way, there is some truth to it." Although he was sure it was not directed at him, Wu Jie still spoke cautiously on this topic, because anyone could see that the Wu family clearly had the potential to become a major military clan in Guanzhong. "But how should it be handled?"

Under the mulberry tree, Zhao Jiu also looked up with a furrowed brow: "In truth, I have thought about this for a long time. Armies naturally form their own systems, and it is impossible to completely eradicate abuses through military discipline and punishment alone... But there are some key points. First, not allowing soldiers to work as craftsmen, farmers, or merchants—that is, not letting them touch any money other than state rewards and pay—is a primary concern. For example, before the Jingkang Incident, the Hebei Imperial Army was famous throughout the realm for its developed handicraft industry, which could earn money for its commanders. Was that a good thing?"

Zhang Jun and Wu Jie exchanged glances but did not interrupt.

"I know what you're thinking... It's not possible yet. The state finances are still somewhat insufficient, and it's not easy to simply take away your workshops and military farms. Moreover, there will be the Northern Expedition in the future, and we may need to continue military farming and land reclamation, which wouldn't be appropriate either." Zhao Jiu naturally knew their thoughts and spoke frankly. "So, this matter will have to wait until the realm is pacified. It doesn't have much to do with you for now. I'm just mentioning it."

Zhang Jun and Wu Jie then clasped their hands and acknowledged.

"Where there is one, there must be two." Zhao Jiu turned and walked deeper into the mulberry grove, continuing with his hands behind his back. "Secondly, I believe that the fact that the promotion of military officers is not fundamentally controlled by the court is also a major issue. If we could emulate the Three Hall system of the Imperial Academy and establish a military academy with three levels, then not only would those who want to become high-ranking generals come to my side to serve as military attendants, but those promoted to general rank would also come for a year of study, and those promoted to field officer rank would also come for a year of study. Ideally, young men who want to join the army from the start could directly take the entrance exam for the military academy. After three to five years, when they come of age and join the army, they would start at a higher level, which would be fine."

"Your Majesty's policy is truly brilliant!" Wu Jie was known for enjoying reading, and this time he understood clearly. He could not wait to praise it. "If this is done, every military officer will study and be learned, which is naturally better than ordinary officers... Moreover, Your Majesty's previous policy of having jinshi degree holders join the army has already laid the groundwork."

"It's not just that." Seeing Wu Jie suddenly flatter, how could Zhang Jun bear it? He quickly followed up from behind with his own angle. "At that time, after officers graduate from the academy, we could also hold a palace examination and rank them into several grades. Wouldn't that make all the officers in the realm, like the jinshi, become disciples of the Son of Heaven? Once they become disciples of the Son of Heaven, who would still form private factions and curry favor with high-ranking generals?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiu was not pleased but rather worried. He sighed directly: "That's the theory, but we have no money and no time... If we don't launch the Northern Expedition, based on the current financial situation, it would probably take three to five years to accumulate enough silver to implement these things one by one. But how can the Northern Expedition wait three to five years without moving? And once the Northern Expedition begins, not to mention the difficulty of pulling officers away, the silver will flow away like water. What will we use to build the military academy then?"

The two immediately fell silent.

"Moreover, having jinshi degree holders join the army and having officers attend school are two different things..." Zhao Jiu rambled on ahead, shaking his head incessantly. "Having jinshi join the army is not for training officers, but to have them convey the will of the state and myself into the army, to directly tell the soldiers what I want to say. For example, the recent discussion in the official gazette about the unification of Huaxia. Once the soldiers understand this principle, they will naturally know that fighting the Jin is necessary... Furthermore, it makes logistics and paperwork more professional, so ordinary units don't have to worry about such things. As for officers attending school, it is solely for the purpose of training officers, so that the army can still maintain its combat effectiveness, without loss or omission, even when there is no one with Han Shizhong's exceptional loyalty and courage, Yue Fei's exceptional composure and depth, Li Yanxian's exceptional boldness and ferocity, or your two men's understanding of gains and losses and knowledge of strategy."

The two were momentarily elated and quickly began to modestly decline.

"But after all this talk, besides asking you two to pay attention when you return, we need to take some temporary measures to prepare for the Northern Expedition." Zhao Jiu stopped again, pondered for a moment, and finally stated his plan. "My meaning is that establishing a full-scale military academy is out of the question, but we can set up a temporary training school. Wang Yuan and Lü Qing are both idle now and can serve as instructors... When you two return, besides rectifying military affairs, you must also send key officers in batches for training. I will speak with the Bureau of Military Affairs to establish a special office to handle this... Minister Wu, you must specifically provide an explanation regarding the converted funds and draw up a list of officers with bad habits. When the time comes, I will not let them return."

The two were again solemn and immediately agreed.

Zhao Jiu opened his mouth as if to say something more, but ultimately chose not to say anything further. He simply waved his hand: "That's all for today. You're tired, so go back and rest early... Especially you, Minister Wu. I granted you a residence, but you were summoned here as soon as you arrived, so you haven't even seen the interior layout yet."

Wu Jie and Zhang Jun understood and immediately took their leave. The conversation between lord and ministers in the mulberry grove thus concluded.

At this point, the two of them understood the Imperial Lord’s intent. From a personal standpoint, they were completely relieved, but from a professional standpoint, it was not necessarily so easy—they both had to return and take action… Among them, Wu Jie still had to go to the Capital Secretariat the next day to account for the discount money before the Ministry of War, while Zhang Jun had to go back and deal with his “No Way Out.” So after leaving the mulberry grove, they also walked briskly.

However, when they reached the exit of Yiyou Gate and left the rear palace grounds, with the Donghua Gate in sight and the escorting eunuchs stopping, the two suddenly slowed down together as if by telepathy.

“Brave and resourceful, that’s Wu Da…” On the empty road, the two walked side by side, and Zhang Jun suddenly let out a sneer. “Old Zhang here remembers that when you, Wu Da, were a general, I was still just a minor officer, and we only met a few times in Jingzhao.”

“A minor officer close to Old General Zhong is far stronger than a reserve general of the Jingyuan Circuit.” Wu Jie was entering the palace for the first time and couldn’t help looking around, sizing up the shapes of the palace walls and corridors. “And why bring this up now? Didn’t the Imperial Lord say it’s just a matter of whether we achieve great merit or not? If we do, when that sky-high merit is shared, one of us will surely be a Commandery Prince… What’s the point of dwelling on the past?”

“True… But that bastard Qu Da, so arrogant and harsh, can he become a Commandery Prince too?” Zhang Jun grew even more emotional.

“No merit is greater than saving the sovereign…” Wu Jie blurted out.

“That’s also true.”

“But, Grand Defender Zhang.” Wu Jie suddenly withdrew his gaze from the eaves and brackets of the surrounding palaces and spoke seriously. “Did the Imperial Lord seem to have something left unsaid just now?”

“Yes.”

“What do you think it is?”

“You’re the one who’s brave and resourceful—why not ask the Imperial Lord directly instead of asking me?” Zhang Jun let out a cold laugh, flicked his sleeve, and strode out through Donghua Gate a step ahead.

Wu Jie, behind him, just smiled and didn’t take it too seriously.

Just as the two commanders from the Western Army, reunited after many years, displayed a routine air of parting on bad terms within the palace gates, the Imperial Lord Zhao finally strolled out of the mulberry grove.

In fact, all three—lord and ministers—knew, and Zhao Jiu himself was well aware, that he had not fully discussed a topic that should have been addressed: the so-called “military clans.”

To establish military academies and disdain the Western Army’s feudal garrisons—the Imperial Lord’s attitude toward military clans was clear without asking.

Of course, Wu Jie and Zhang Jun could both understand this attitude of the Imperial Lord.

Think about it carefully… The Jingkang Incident was a great sifting. In the six years before and after, Zhong and Yao lost their armies and lives, Liu Guangshi was executed, Liu Xi was demoted, Zhe Keqiu surrendered, Miao Fu and Liu Zhengyan were marginalized, Yang Weizhong died of old age, Wang Yuan lost his last chance in Guanxi and was clearly civilianized and marginalized, the Xin brothers also largely left the military, and were replaced by Han Shizhong, Yue Fei, Li Yanxian, Zhang Rong, Qu Duan, Liu Qi, Li Master, Li Qiong, Wang De… and Wu Jie and Zhang Jun.

Among these people, except for Liu Qi and Li Master, who barely counted as heirs of military clans, the rest all rose from humble beginnings… Han Shizhong was a rogue from northern Shaanxi, Li Yanxian was a local strongman from the borderlands, the Wu brothers, Zhang Jun, and Wang De were from good families, Qu Duan was an orphan of a fallen official, Zhang Rong was a water bandit from the Central Plains, and Li Qiong and Yue Fei, though starting from vastly different backgrounds, were both Hebei refugees who had lost their homeland in the current environment… Whether from the perspective of rising from below or from the view of those above, the Imperial Lord had no reason to hold any goodwill toward so-called military clans.

But the problem was that if this topic were pursued further, combined with the earlier promise of Commandery Prince status, then once men like Han Shizhong, Zhang Jun, and Wu Jie became commanders, whether they would pass their positions to their sons and thus form new military clans would inevitably have to be discussed.

And this topic was far too distant for the present—so distant, in fact, as to be untimely.

So the three of them tacitly stopped together.

“How many were captured?” In the evening, in the pavilion where the feast had already been cleared, Zhao Jiu sat leaning against the railing. Seeing Yang Yizhong return, he turned his head and asked directly.

“Six families, over five hundred people… As per the Imperial Lord’s instructions, women, children, and servants were not taken, so about thirty or forty were actually arrested.”

“How much money was seized?”

“Gold, silver, cash, and silk amount to about one hundred thousand strings… As for other vessels and artifacts, it’s hard to say… Following the Imperial Lord’s orders, ordinary furniture and items were left untouched, and the movable wealth was sent to Kaifeng Prefecture along with the people. As for the sixty thousand strings of national debt, as per the Imperial Lord’s instructions, I brought it separately after seizing it.” With that, Yang Yizhong carefully presented six sets of national debt documents, each wrapped in a hard wooden case, each worth ten thousand strings.

“Good.” Zhao Jiu took the national debt documents wrapped in hard wooden cases, placed them on a stool behind the stone table, and then spoke seriously. “Thank you for your hard work, Zhengfu. There’s nothing else today—go and rest.”

“Yes.” Yang Yizhong bowed his head in acknowledgment and turned to leave.

But as Yang Yizhong turned around and before he could exit Yingri Gate, he ran straight into Imperial Consort Pan holding Princess Yiyou. He quickly stepped aside to bow. Imperial Consort Pan only glanced at Yang Yizhong, ignored him, and hurried straight toward the pavilion.

“Greetings to my brother.” Imperial Consort Pan hurried to the pavilion, holding the little princess, and gave a slight bow. Her voice was soft and sweet, but she used an interesting form of address.

“Has my wife come to beg the Emperor for mercy on someone’s behalf?” Zhao Jiu stood up, took the sleeping Yiyou, and also used an interesting form of address.

Hearing this exchange, Feng Yi, Feng Erguan, and several eunuchs standing far away retreated a few steps into the mulberry grove.

“Exactly so.” Imperial Consort Pan, who had first stirred up trouble, instead seemed a bit uncomfortable. She paused, then stood with her hands clasped in the pavilion. “Let my brother know, two of those families were very kind to me in Yangzhou back then. Just now, their wives came to me in panic, crying and begging, and I really couldn’t refuse…”

“Let my wife know.” Zhao Jiu looked at the little princess in his arms and couldn’t help sighing. “Your brother may be a good brother who values human feelings, but the Emperor is a petty, narrow-minded, bad Emperor… To drive a wedge between lord and minister, especially when one side is a commanding general—that’s not easy to handle!”

Imperial Consort Pan was at a loss, truly unsure how to continue.

“But your brother can’t let his wife be troubled. I just used all my wits to beg the Emperor for mercy and got something back. Take it and make your excuses!” Zhao Jiu said, then nodded toward the stone table, pointing out the six national debt documents.

Imperial Consort Pan stepped forward and opened them. Seeing it was a full sixty thousand strings of national debt, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then burst into tears holding the documents: “I thought my brother had grown tired of me day by day… My family has been physicians for generations—how can I compare to Imperial Consort Wu’s family? And I can’t read or practice martial arts, nor can I accompany the Imperial Lord into battle or record any ‘Journey to the West: Subduing Demons Miscellany’ for him?”

“What’s ‘Journey to the West: Subduing Demons Miscellany’ worth… Writing is the hardest job under heaven, bar none!” Zhao Jiu sighed helplessly, truly earnest in his persuasion.

“But I would dearly love to have such a hard job.” Imperial Consort Pan temporarily set aside the national debt, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the tears from her face. “Does the Imperial Lord know that a few days ago, actors came to perform a military counselor play? The straight man said the author of ‘Journey to the West: Subduing Demons Miscellany’ was a celestial from the Blue Bridge, but the funny man said the author was Wu Chengen… The whole palace laughed, and I laughed too, but after laughing, I wanted to cry.”

Having said this, Pan Fei, who had just wiped her face, began to cry again.

Zhao Jiu, holding his little daughter, was truly helpless and could only offer a weak consolation: “It’s just a joke… You must know, new clothes are not as good as old ones, and new friends are not as good as old ones. The intimacy of skin and the bond of husband and wife are right there. You’ve given me such a lovely princess—how could I just grow tired of you? But my wife, since you understand your brother’s thoughts, you should still move forward and do something new… Look, even a man like Zhang Jun knows to keep up with the times, let alone someone as clever and skillful as you?”

Imperial Consort Pan, upon hearing this, wept even more: “I truly don’t know what the Imperial Lord wants… Ever since returning from Yangzhou, everything I do is wrong.”

Zhao Jiu finally laughed, holding his daughter with one hand and pointing toward the mulberry grove with the other: “How about this—if it’s really that bad, go raise silkworms?”

PS: Thanks to the 115th alliance leader Wei Xiao Wang... An old familiar ID... Little Jiu always bullies Little Yu... I’ve been worrying myself sick these past two days.