Chapter 192: What Exactly Happened

Wen Gu sat down.

The document had been taken out, but the point was not on the surface, but rather the letter tucked inside.

The Patrol Guard Division had just received two letters sent by Pei Jun, one of which was for Lao Zhao, and Wen Gu happened to bring it over.

"It's an urgent letter sent by Patrol Guard Envoy Pei!" Wen Gu said.

Upon hearing it was sent by Pei Jun, Lao Zhao immediately composed himself; then, seeing the smile on Wen Gu's face, he knew it must be good news, and his movements in opening the letter became hurried. He unfolded the letter and quickly scanned the contents.

He didn't dare believe it after reading it once, so to prevent a mistake, he read it carefully a second time.

Lao Zhao laughed aloud: "Good!!"

Overly excited, Lao Zhao stood up, paced back and forth in the room, and patted Wen Gu on the shoulder: "This is truly wonderful!"

Before, he had always felt as if a blade were hanging over his head; now, this feeling was like having a Shield propped up above, and for once, he had a bit of a sense of security! Just this alone was enough to be incredibly exciting!

In the letter, Pei Jun wrote that follow-up treatment was still needed, and that this was only the first step taken.

This matter was pushed forward by Wen Gu, who also had a better understanding of what was done to Gu Master Huang.

Lao Zhao asked Wen Gu: "In your opinion, when can it be used for the army going out?"

Wen Gu thought for a moment and said: "This is a difficult problem; I fear it cannot be solved in a short time."

Lao Zhao was disappointed for a moment, but quickly recovered his excitement.

Even if there were still great limitations now, the first step had been successfully taken, and the second step would not be far off! Taking it one step at a time, it would always get better! Lao Zhao had already begun to ponder in his heart how to operate, recruit talent, and win over people's hearts.

This matter was a huge boon for the development of Xinzhou!

Once this news spread, those noble families and powerful clans that already had intentions toward Xinzhou would increase their investment in Xinzhou, and there would be even more Granaries opened this coming winter. And those with a neutral attitude would also have a greater tendency to support Xinzhou!!

Today's chaotic times were not military conflicts or famines in the traditional sense; the Six Great Powers of Beidi all had similar military strength, but whoever found the way to break the deadlock first would surely possess more support! After all, this was a very realistic choice related to survival and one's own life!

Seeing that Lao Zhao had fallen into ecstasy, Wen Gu emphasized again: "Relying only on one Gu Master Huang and the existing physicians and Pharmacists, I fear the subsequent breakthroughs will be limited. Besides persuading Gu Master Huang to take on more Apprentices, we must also strengthen our search for more talent in this area!"

But people with such skills did not necessarily have good tempers, and they were especially principled, making them difficult to win over with ordinary means.

Lao Zhao sat down and huddled together with Wen Gu to whisper.

Outside, Great Steward Fusheng calculated the time according to past experience, thinking the Head of the Family would soon summon several generals or Strategists over. But this time, the Great Steward had guessed wrong; those two were plotting in the room for a long time.

Great Steward Fusheng looked up at the sky: It must be a very big matter, right?

On the other side.

It had been another day since Pei Jun sent the letter.

This day, the small courtyard by the river was somewhat lively.

Three military officers of the Xianshou Army had come here.

They had recently been preparing for the Autumn Hunt, splitting into several groups to drill and clear out Plague Ghosts.

First, they cleared the area around Xinzhou City.

Today, some Soldiers were injured, their wounds stained with foul blood. They happened to be in the vicinity and, hearing that this place accepted the wounded, they sent them over.

Two groups of the Xianshou Army bumped into each other, and the commanders conferred, with three of them coming along personally to take a look.

Knowing that someone from the Patrol Guard Division was here, they only came to try their luck; if possible, they would go in and see what was going on. If not, they would have to ask more questions to have an idea in their minds. Pei Jun had just received a message from a flying messenger and knew the intentions of those in Xinzhou City, and news would be released before long, which was why he could let them in. But to reach this small courtyard, one had to be at least at the commander level. Lower levels were not allowed near it; it was confidential.

They let three people in. One controller, two commanders.

Equivalent to one division commander and two brigade commanders.

Zhang Erniu had woken up once in the morning and saw those people who had brought him into the room again.

Under the solicitous inquiries of the Coroners and Skin Stitchers, whose fiery gazes made it seem as if they were looking at pork, Zhang Erniu answered two questions briefly before falling back into a deep sleep. At this time, he did not realize he had survived a disaster, had no idea how long he had been unconscious, his mind was still a mess, and he couldn't even distinguish between dreams and reality, thinking he was still answering these people's questions in a dream. In the afternoon, the sun changed its angle as it shone into the room.

Zhang Erniu woke up again.

This time his consciousness was clearer, but he was still unsure how long he had been unconscious.

He heard people talking outside the room, vaguely hearing someone call out titles like "controller" and "commander."

His sluggish mind began to analyze how high these ranks were in Beidi.

If it were before, given his family background, he would never have come into contact with that level, and of course, he wouldn't have known how high the rank was.

After the chaotic times began, his family moved to a Village near Xinzhou City. Zhang Erniu had heard some gossip from inside Xinzhou City from well-informed people in the village and had a preliminary understanding of a "commander." It seemed to be a high-ranking official.

A moment later, several strange figures entered the room, covered in robes and faces veiled, so their appearances could not be seen, but judging by their voices, they were the ones who had been talking outside just now. A Coroner followed them in to explain for them, addressing them as controller, commander, Patrol Guard Envoy, and the like.

Zhang Erniu had lived for over twenty years and had never seen so many officials!!

But because his mind was currently too sluggish, he did not have a violent reaction; his eyes remained blank, appearing somewhat dull.

Zhang Erniu felt like a magical piece of fatty meat glistening with oil.

Within his limited knowledge, this was already the finest delicacy, and he could only think of this metaphor.

A large, gloved hand reached out before his eyes, two fingers forming a "V" shape, and a rough, powerful voice asked: "How many fingers is this?" Zhang Erniu turned his brain slowly and replied hoarsely: "Two."

He might not have been able to recognize complex numbers immediately, but the number in his own name was very familiar.

That person jumped on the spot in excitement: "Oh my god! It's really alive!"

"It's obviously alive! Look at those eyes, full of cleverness!"

"The young man looks really good, a face full of good fortune!"

Zhang Erniu, who had been told since childhood that he looked ugly, stared at them blankly, his eyes fixed.

He felt that he must still be in a dream, otherwise how could he hear such nonsense!

The people who entered the room soon left again.

The three military officers cleaned up, changed back into their own armor, and blocked Pei Jun to ask in detail.

Pei Jun did not answer, only keeping a straight face as he shooed them away.

They were not angry and left with laughter.

Once they were further away, some things still could not be said too openly, but through the collision of their gazes, they all guessed the other's thoughts.

The Zhao Family of Xinzhou truly possessed a bit of destiny!

The mortal trap set for Zhao Shaozhu ahead was broken by sheer force; even with their positions, they still cannot know the truth of the explosion at that time. But according to information provided by witnesses, that was absolutely not the power of a mortal!

Now, they have taken this crucial step first. This single step alone is enough to show a clear advantage!

They were already full of aspirations, and now they are even more ambitious!

They are merely launch-day players of Xinzhou, but who doesn't want to be a launch-day player of the imperial dynasty?

If the great undertaking can succeed, they too could be like the Pei Family, obtaining high-ranking titles and becoming a military merit family that enjoys centuries of wealth and an unbroken line of incense! Having driven away those few from the Xianshou Army, Pei Jun returned to the room to continue writing today's letter.

It is not just this letter; for every day that follows, he must write to Xinzhou City to inform them of the changes in the wounded's conditions.

This is what Lao Zhao requested; as long as there are no other accidents, he must try to write down the progress of the experiment every day and send the letters back.

Writing letters to Wen Gu has also not stopped; Pei Jun records the daily actions of Huang Gushi to let Wen Gu see if this Master is slacking off or has any ulterior motives. Xinzhou City.

Lao Zhao calls Wen Gu over every day to discuss important matters, and almost every time it is just the two of them conspiring; as for what exactly they are plotting, no third person knows. Those around Lao Zhao only know that the Head of the Family has recently remained in a state of high excitement, neither going to the backyard to relax nor doing anything but busying himself with official duties all day long. Aside from seeing Wen Gu, he only meets with other high-level officials.

Prime Minister Zhuo, over fifty years of age, is happy to run back and forth three times a day, looking radiant and walking with a brisk, flying gait, appearing to grow younger as he lives. Even if outsiders cannot see what the situation is inside Zhao Fu, seeing high-ranking military officers and scholars frequently entering and exiting, they realize that something big is about to happen! What exactly has happened?

Days passed, and not a single piece of news leaked out among the public.

At a time like this, whether one has entered the core of the Xinzhou regime makes all the difference.

Those who haven't entered truly aren't qualified to know the latest news. Even those with authority or famous wealthy individuals still cannot learn a single word. Trying to use personal connections or build rapport yields no news. Master He, He Mie-mie, has his curiosity unsatisfied and feels a sense of grievance at being excluded, as if everyone's social circle has blocked him. He can't see anything!

He is so angry he paces in circles at home: "What on earth is happening? It's killing me!"

"Everyone is keeping their lips sealed, as if they are terrified of revealing anything early!"

"That is why I say, we must push someone inside! We can't stay in the dark like this, knowing absolutely nothing!!"

Regarding this matter, Master He has further solidified his determination to "use the strength of the entire clan to lift up He Liu"!

"Sooner or later, I will push my son Liu into the core!"

By then, even if others block him on their social circles, he will still be able to get the news from his own son!

At the same time.

Several strategists beside Lao Zhao are locked in another room, discussing and drafting articles.

They need to rely on the information provided by Lao Zhao, weighing every word, revising repeatedly, compiling samples, and submitting them to Lao Zhao for review.

After Lao Zhao reviews and signs off, they will be sent to the Xinzhou Times, where they will be block-printed under the supervision of designated personnel.

The next issue of the Xinzhou Times is about to be printed, and the print run has been greatly increased; it must be distributed only after the full quantity is printed. Before that, everyone in the know must keep the secret.

One can imagine what a massive wave this upcoming issue of the Xinzhou Times will stir up!