Six years passed in the blink of an eye, and Lu Zhizhi remained firmly in his position as the prefect of Yunzhou, without ever moving an inch.
For the past six years, Lu Qingyan's letters have been sent without interruption and always on time. However, the letters that the Lu family wanted to send to her could never be sent because they could never find the messenger. Sometimes they couldn't see the messenger, and sometimes the letter had passed through several people's hands, making it difficult to trace the source.
Lu Zhizhi gradually lost heart. At least the little rascal remembered to send a letter back to let his father and grandmother know he was safe, which saved them from being driven crazy.
In addition, he was very proud that his youngest son was being raised by him.
The eldest son was unreliable, but the youngest son was a natural prodigy. At only six years old, he had already passed the imperial examination and become a scholar, which was a rare happy event for the Lu family. However, due to the increasingly intense turmoil in the court and the youngest son's young age, Lu Zhizhi did not dare to let him continue to take the examination. He thought that even the imperial examination would not be peaceful.
Madam Lu also adored her grandson, though not as much as her eldest grandson (according to Lu Qingyan's sweet words), he was still a lovable child.
Because of her grandson, she treated her new daughter-in-law better, and the family got along very well.
However, in her spare time, Old Madam Lu continued to tirelessly select a wife for her beloved grandson, waiting for Lu Qingyan to return so they could get married. But because of his running away from home, his reputation in Yunzhou had plummeted, and he was considered unreliable by many families with daughters. Even the family that had previously informed him had given no response.
Madam Lu felt that her grandson must have gone off to do something important, and wouldn't be playing around like those people said. She was determined to choose a good match for her eldest grandson.
Lu Qingyan is indeed doing great things now. After she became a bandit, she led the people of the mountain to first improve the defenses, then to forge weapons, and then to arrange for talented people to do business and make money, and to prepare food and supplies for the mountain.
Five or six years later, Lu Qingyan had a new idea: the troops and supplies were sufficient, it was time!
Before Lu Qingyan could make a move, the local government sent people to surround and suppress her, but they were utterly defeated. Lu Qingyan could only sigh, "Indeed, gold shines wherever it is."
I am the brightest star.
The mountain stronghold has now clearly become a bandit force that even the imperial court is somewhat wary of.
Lu Qingyan: "What can we do? We can only rebel."
As for accepting amnesty? Ha! Don't even think about it. Don't you see how the Liangshan heroes in Water Margin didn't have a good ending after they accepted amnesty?
Lu Qingyan: You might not believe it, but at the beginning, I really just wanted to acquire more land to grow crops.
"Chief, we just caught a few people around our camp. We suspect they are spies sent by the imperial court," someone outside shouted.
Lu Qingyan originally wanted to call herself the Great King, but later felt that it sounded a bit like a monster from Journey to the West, so she gave up on that idea.
The current Lu Qingyan is no longer the young master dressed in fine silks and satins. Instead, he is a handsome young bandit, with messy hair tied up casually, riding a horse and a blood-red whip around his waist, patrolling the mountain stronghold.
"Have everyone check it. If there are no problems, release them," Lu Qingyan said authoritatively. She was not one to kill innocent people indiscriminately.
"Yes, Chief!" the people replied in unison.
Lu Qingyan genuinely believed that the imperial court had sent someone, but...
Haha, turns out I ran into an acquaintance.
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