Author: Dongchen Yuanxiu

Chapter 271 Fireworks are especially beautiful in March

Where the canal is,

Zhang Jinyu's navy fleet, with unstoppable momentum, rode the wind and waves and sailed south quickly.

As the saying goes, fireworks bloom east of the Yangtze River in March. Although it is unlikely that the moist air of the Yangtze River will hit your face in March. In March, the peaches and pears will be red. However, the lingering power of next winter seems to be particularly strong, and it does not want to fade away until tomorrow.

Get rid of that annoying chill.

"Master Marquis, the speed of the ship is very fast. Rumor has it that it has arrived at Jiangbei County. After passing Jiangbei County, we will reach Jiangnan County. Jinling is very close at hand."

Duan Hong looked at the waterway ahead and the full-sailed ship, and was very satisfied with the current speed of the ship, which seemed to be flying.

Zhang Jinyu stood on the command platform of the building ship, looking at the scenery of both sides of the Taiwan Strait retreating rapidly, and was a little surprised that the building ship could be so fast.

"It's very true. I didn't expect that such a big ship can travel so fast. It saves so much time. Then our plan can be advanced."

Duan Hong came over and asked a little eagerly;

"Master Marquis, did you move your legs if you thought of that? Or are you too hasty?"

"No, I'm a little anxious,"

Zhang Jinyu was also thinking about time to see what would be the most appropriate time, and was even more afraid of Jinling's reaction.

At this moment, at the dock outside Jinling City, the guardsmen suddenly lifted the blockade and notified the merchants at the dock and the ship owners gathered together to ask if they could set sail.

The merchants and boatmen who gathered together were all discussing whether it was possible to gather together, and they did not dare to take the lead in lifting anchor and setting sail. After all, the situation in the river section ahead was unknown.

Just outside the teahouse on the pier, several boat owners gathered together to drink wine and eat carp from the canal. It was beautiful.

"Old Feng, let me tell you, what happened up front? Why did the dock need to be closed for several days?"

A merchant walking at the east end asked, and other ship owners walking around, as well as many merchants and bosses who made a living at the dock, all asked booingly.

The boss of the ship, who was called Lao Feng, was wearing a thin coat, a big belt, and a big water bag on his back. He drank a glass of turbid wine and acted mysteriously as if he knew something big.

He looked around and said;

"Haha, did I really ask the wrong person? A few days ago, he, Old Feng, came back from the river section in front and told us if something big happened ahead."

When it came to that, Lao Feng kept silent and started to pick up the fish with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He was not in a hurry at all. Others at the table also urged him, "

"Old Feng, just tell me."

"No, Boss Feng, you are the most well-informed about that area."

"His old brother, just tell me a little bit."

Mr. Feng, on the other hand, continued to eat the fish slowly and elegantly, as if he were enjoying the delicacies from the mountains and seas. He also ignored the people around him and refused to ask any questions.

The people in the teahouse were so anxious that their faces turned red, but there was nothing they could do.

In the corner of the teahouse, the right protector of the Red Lotus Sect narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly,

"Humph, just pretending, I don't know what it means."

Unexpectedly, Hong Shuiyue, who was walking on the wrong side, looked over with interest, glanced around at the people in the boat, and said to the right protector with some ridicule;

"It is said that the people of Jiangnan are extremely wealthy, but they are also surprisingly stingy. This is indeed the case when I see the bright moon."

The right protector Ying did not react at first. How could the leader explain this? Didn't he discuss the matter of the river in front? Why did he talk so much about the stinginess of the people in the south of the Yangtze River?

Without paying attention, I almost lost the fish meat when I picked it up with my chopsticks. I hurriedly used my chopsticks to put it into my mouth. If nothing else, the fish here is not as good as the one here.

"Commissioner, what does the question of whether you are stingy or stingy have anything to do with what he said?"

Seeing that the right protector didn't change his mind, Hong Shuiyue nodded towards the so-called Boss Feng's wine glass.

Yingxian turned his attention to Boss Feng's wine bowl. He saw that the wine inside was already empty, and he didn't know where to look.

He secretly winked at the host who was leading the table, pointed at the wine pot with his leg, and the host immediately turned red.

Stretching out his legs to take the wine bottle, he walked over and found it full for Mr. Feng.

"I said we really want to know something and don't want to add more wine to Mr. Feng. Didn't you see that the wine bowl is empty? There is no wink at all."

After he finished speaking, he pointed at the people present. Many people's faces turned red with embarrassment. However, they were not slow on their feet and moved the wine bottle in front of them one more time.

Old Feng looked at it and shook his head, took the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, saying;

"Good wine, Old Feng is the hardest drinker in his life."

After saying that, he continued to place the wine bowl next to the hall master. Seeing that Old Feng had no intention of shutting up, the hall master looked vaguely at the right guardian in the corner. When he saw the right guardian nodded, did the hall master shout?

;

"The waiter will bring you another jar of good wine and give it directly to Boss Feng to charge his account."

"okay."

With a long shout, the waiter brought a jar of good wine and placed it on the table.

Old Feng glanced at the wine on the table, nodded with satisfaction, and then beckoned to the master of the hall.

"Come here, I'll accept a jar of wine from you and tell me what's going on. Come here."

The hall master very seriously lowered his body and put his ear over, and heard Old Feng whisper:

"There are officers and soldiers passing by in front."

The hall master was startled, but his expression remained unchanged, so he stood up, looked at the curious eyes of the people around him, and shouted;

"Hey, what does he think is wrong? The water bandits in front of us have long been famous in that section of the river. They just wanted to sail through quickly at noon. Nothing will happen. What does he think is wrong?"

He pretended to be deceived and left. When the people around him heard what had happened, they all shook their heads and left, eating and drinking what was necessary.

The boss of the ship, Lao Feng, didn't even explain. He opened the wine jar and leaned over to take a deep sip. He took out a bowl of wine and drank it slowly.

There were tables outside the teahouse, and on the other side, there seemed to be a few down-and-out people walking together. One of them, a middle-aged man in decent clothes, asked;

"Can you trust the person who just shut up?"

"Back to the owner of the village, I don't believe a word he said."

A young man with a red face and thin body, wearing gray clothes, walked in the east and replied without looking up.

"Oh! What do you say?"

asked the leading middle-aged man.

"Lord, look, when the man came over to ask, he looked obviously disbelieving, and he was quite probing. After hearing this, he was obviously a little surprised, and was there a pause in the middle? Is there any?

I thought, I made this remark later, I didn’t mean it, and that old Feng didn’t care about it at all, but the fact that he stopped holding the wine just showed that he didn’t care.”

Several people around him looked at the young man in disbelief, and the owner of the village patted his legs and praised him;

"Awesome, what you said is not bad at all, and you know the details,"

The young man in red didn't reply, lowered his head and continued to eat the dragon's beard noodles.

The people walking around did not dare to discuss the matter loudly, so they glanced at the young man and pretended to eat, lowering their heads to pick up a bowl of rice. One of the strong men suddenly glanced outside the teahouse and saw

When many people stood up and gathered around, they seemed to have noticed it.

"Master Shu, it's good. Stop eating. Let's go quickly. That person just now is not very simple. He looks like someone's spy."

The owner of the village did not put away the bowls and chopsticks, nor did he urge him when he saw the people inside looked unhappy;

"Let them go, don't cause trouble, hurry up."

The few people immediately put down their bowls and chopsticks, threw in a few large coins, and stood up to leave. As they were leaving, the right guardian chased them out of the teahouse and towards the street, watching the people leaving.

"What, do you know those people?"

The faint voice of Hong Shuiyue came from behind,

The right protector shook his head and stared at the table in front of him. It was just the food ordered by a few ordinary people. There was nothing different about it.

"Exceptor, those few people are very familiar, they are definitely not local people, and the so-called owner of the village is not simple. The three people around him, if you guessed it right, are famous Taoist figures in the south? Let's see.

There are chopsticks on the table, and one of them has a good leg with an iron palm."

Hong Shuiyue followed the words and looked over, and saw a pair of bamboo chopsticks scattered on the table. Can you just pick out that pair of chopsticks? They were thinner than the others. If you look closely, you can see that there are clearly leg fingerprints on them. It can be seen that the legs are on them.

His kung fu and palm power are outstanding.

"Send someone to follow you and see if any gods come here."

"No, members, let's follow them separately. Be careful, those few people are not simple."

"No, butler."

Whether the core members of the congregation behind them had skillfully blended into the crowd or not, it was hard to tell without looking carefully.

"Those people are having snacks, let's see if anyone there is in contact with whom."

Hong Shuiyue squinted her eyes, feeling something was wrong. A few days after returning, there was something strange overtly and covertly in Jiangnan, and she didn't know what the forces behind the scenes were plotting.

"I know, apart from those aristocratic families and nobles here, will the Taiping Sect take a stand?"

The first thing that Ying Xiancai thought of was the Taiping Sect in the south, a group of lawless guys. Of course, it was also the misconception that the court was severely suppressing them. They could operate secretly and ask for alms, so they would be searched and arrested by the Fufu Mansion.
To be continued...