"Fang Cheng is ambitious, but he is just a mediocre talent with no real skills. He only got this position as commander by currying favor with Jin Li."
"He lacked self-awareness and wanted to attack Beiliang. He was completely ignorant of the situation and didn't understand the potential dangers."
“If he had stayed quietly in Tongwei City, he might have been able to survive when the prince gained power. But now, that would have been suicide.”
These words startled the thin scholar, who stared wide-eyed.
He pointed at Liu Muzhi and said in a trembling voice, "Muzhi, you... what are you doing..."
Liu Muzhi waved his hand, his expression turning serious. "Everyone says that the Great Gan is now in a golden age, but little do they know that it is already terminally ill. It is not yet chaotic, but it will be even more chaotic in the future!"
"The chaos is not in Beiliang, nor in Xijing; do you know where it is?"
The thin scholar dared not speak. He looked around and saw that the two guests at the corner table were chatting idly and hadn't heard what was happening, so he whispered:
"Don't be quick with your words!"
Zhang Muzhi lowered his voice and said calmly:
"It's time for a strong medicine to cure this stubborn disease."
The thin scholar shook his head and looked at Liu Muzhi, saying, "Muzhi, I thought you would stop caring about these things after you resigned from your post, but who knew you would still be the same as before."
Liu Muzhi snorted, "I've already let it go. Let it be."
At this point, the thin scholar pointed to his chest, his lips slightly pursed, and smiled:
"Then why do you value this turban so much?"
"I'm still physically in the countryside, but my heart is... hehe."
At this point, he took out a brand-new turban from his faded clothes and handed it to Liu Muzhi.
“I noticed your turban was worn out a few days ago, and since I had some spare money, I bought it for you.”
Liu Muzhi looked surprised and was about to decline when the thin scholar waved his hand and sighed softly:
"Take it, Mu Zhi, you should wear it."
At this point, the two exchanged a glance, both revealing a hint of sadness in their eyes.
Just then, a deep, resonant voice rang out.
"Sir, your words are profound! Isn't it a waste of your talents to be a farmer?"
The two were startled and turned to look, only to find that it was the guest in the corner who had spoken.
The speaker was tall, with extremely sharp eyes that seemed to radiate a piercing light.
After a brief moment of surprise, Liu Muzhi cupped his hands in greeting, his face showing shame, and said, "These are just casual remarks from a country bumpkin; how could they be considered profound insights?"
"You flatter me, haha."
The thin scholar was already flustered. He was about to speak when he saw that the man had already walked over.
"I heard you say that you resigned from your official post to farm, but why is that? Being an official is a good career path; who in this world doesn't want to enter the imperial court?"
Looking into his sharp eyes, Liu Muzhi stood up and said in a deep voice:
"In the past, those who were eaten by tigers would shout 'I will do it!' before the tigers, and they are now ghosts of regret!"
"I, Liu Muzhi..."
Before he could finish speaking, the thin scholar grabbed Liu Muzhi, covered his mouth with his hand, and dragged him downstairs from the teahouse, saying as he did so:
"My friend here has been drinking, so please don't take him seriously, hehehe."
The man smiled and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.
"Muzhi, that's a good name too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his companion stepped forward. After Liu Muzhi and his companion went downstairs, he smiled and said:
"What a coincidence! We've only been in the city for a short time, but all the soldiers in Tongwei City have already left for Beiliang."
"There are not many troops left in the city. In that case, we can take Tongwei City today!"
"Let's go and report back to the Prince!"
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