Zhao Douan stood up, leaving behind the half-eaten fat goose, washed his hands in the pond, and headed towards the yard where the Lu Mansion was hosting a banquet.
The reason he had a meal here in the afternoon was to have energy for the tasks at night.
Sun Xiaozhun hurried after him, nervously saying:
"Commander, you must be careful. These gentry can be pressured, but if it's too harsh, I'm afraid..."
Zhao Douan smiled and asked back, "Afraid of what? That they'll dare to defect?"
Sun Xiaozhun smiled bitterly and said:
"Commander, you jest. But at this critical juncture, to maintain stability on the entire front line, relying solely on the government isn't enough; we still need these people to contribute."
Against the backdrop of ancient feudal dynasties, why were local scholarly families so strong and overbearing? Ultimately, it's due to the court's weak grassroots mobilization.
