An Chun was sitting on a small boat, quietly watching the bustling night scene of Bianliang, Tokyo. A few days ago, the Manichaeans made a big fuss in Bianliang, Tokyo, burning down Wazi Street... but the people of Bianliang were itching with hatred.
!
You're so desperate, why don't you burn something? Daxiangguo Temple, the Imperial Palace, Genyue... If it doesn't work, just burn the Iron Pagoda Courtyard! Why are you burning Wazi Street? Those charming girls are recruiting you.
Offended you?
It’s Chinese New Year, isn’t this enough for people’s entertainment?
However, this does not prevent Bianliang people from going out to have fun, eat and drink during the Spring Festival. The bridges above the Bianliang River are bustling with traffic, and there are cheerful red lanterns everywhere.
A bridge with stone piers and wooden beams is located in a slightly remote location. It is the Wan'an Bridge where Song Wen originally wanted to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river.
The boat docked quietly under the bridge. An Chun and several boatmen on the boat remained silent, sitting quietly on the boat waiting for something.
The night is getting darker and darker, and there are fewer and fewer people on the streets and boats on the water.
Seven or eight black figures quietly gathered under the Wan'an Bridge. A man in black raised his hand and saluted An Chun: "I've seen Captain An!
An Chun nodded and glanced at the man in black... "Are you all here?"
"A total of six brothers with the best water skills are here!"
"Okay, you all will follow me later, and we will go to Dengzhou to find my husband together."
Several soldiers from the Qingshan Camp who had been hiding in Bianliang for a long time looked happy, as if they had long wanted to leave the prosperous imperial capital of Bianliang.
An Chun pointed to a big rock on the shore... "Back then, our husband was bullied and was rescued by Coach Li Yan right here. Then he worked hard as a slave and never cared about glory and wealth. He devoted himself to saving me.
Wait for these miserable people who are as humble as clay!"
"Ah? Really?"
"Lang Jun, Lang Jun was also desperate back then!"
"When I get back, I want to give Coach Li a bowl of wine!"
A group of young people gathered around the big stone and almost worshiped it.
Song Wen is like a god in the hearts of all Qingshanyingxiang soldiers...
An Chun comforted the good people, pointed to the water four to five feet away opposite the big stone, and said softly: "In the dead of night, let's salvage property! Then we will take a boat out of Dongshuimen in the early morning to meet up with Lang Jun!"
"I obey my orders!"
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Wang Zhiwei couldn't bear the doubts in his heart, so he left his boat and went to the grain ship behind him.
The few rural soldiers left behind by Song Wen were guarding a cart of food, all packed in sacks, which was extremely heavy... Wang Zhiwei knew that there was probably no gold or silver in it, but he was curious. Song Wen only relied on less than 200 cavalry.
How did he assassinate Fang La and seize so much property?
An anxious accountant came to talk to several village soldiers. When he saw the proprietor, he immediately bowed and saluted: "Wang Yuan has met the proprietor!"
"Well, thank you for your hard work! Did they ask us to come over to receive some property?"
"Go back to the proprietor, yes! Song Langjun sent a message saying that he would pay the proprietor a deposit... for the purpose of settling the grain!"
Wang Zhiwei shook his head: "It seems that they are targeting our last batch of grain this year. Just settle at 80% of the price."
The old accountant had an apprentice with him, and the apprentice was holding a datewood scale used for weighing gold and silver in his arms. He stood there a little at a loss, not daring to look at Wang Zhiwei.
With a creak, the hatch opened... Two soldiers from Qingshan Camp in their twenties, dressed as sailors, walked out, cupped their hands at Wang Zhiwei and said, "Chief Commander Feng Xiaogang of Zuoying of Qingshan Camp has met Boss Wang! This is my home.
Lang Jun’s letter to Boss Wang!”
Wang Zhiwei nodded, took the letter and read it again... It was indeed Song Wen's slightly stiff handwriting... I don't know how much energy he spent learning to read and write when he was born in a brothel...
"Ah! This..."
Wang Zhiwei's expression suddenly changed, and then he shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Old Wang, take your nickname back and change it to a big one! Song Langjun only told me that he wanted to order food... I didn't
To think that he has such a big deal? The gold and silver in this...are just a deposit!"
The two soldiers cupped their hands and said, "Proprietor Wang, you can count them slowly, and then just give me a number... Lang Jun said he can trust Proprietor Wang!"
Wang Zhiwei nodded: "Okay! In that case, I will accept these belongings... Let Song Langjun rest assured, I, Wang Zhiwei..."
The cabin door was wide open, and there were two rural soldiers inside who were cutting open the sacks with quick hands and feet. There was a crash... piles of gold and silver ingots and silver collars rolled to the ground. Wang Zhiwei counted them roughly.
After counting, there were forty or fifty sacks!
Both the old accountant and the apprentice were dumbfounded. This...how much gold and silver is needed!
Wang Zhiwei looked serious, raised his hands and said: "Guys, these... need to be carefully counted and weighed at the shore, and a few people will be present to supervise! Otherwise, I'm afraid..."
The two soldiers looked at each other and nodded: "That's fine, just do as Boss Wang says..."
Song Wen has not received news from Grassland and Brother Yelushan for a long time. This is not a good thing... It means that the war between the Jurchens and Daliao has entered a one-sided situation!
Groups of caravans from the Sihai Chamber of Commerce began to operate frequently, and Song Wen began to spend a lot of money, crazily hoarding strategic resources such as food, iron, horses, and livestock through all channels. The massive wealth accumulated for several years was quickly disappearing...
Mr. Sun Mou began to be frightened again. The money he calculated under the abacus disappeared quickly like a muddy cow entering a river, and it turned into a group of supplies slowly gathering towards Dengzhou, even causing the business of the merchants, warehouses and inns near Dengzhou to drop.
Much better.
Dengzhou is about to change its magistrate!
This is an unstable factor that cannot be controlled by Song Wen, but Song Wen no longer cares... The imperial court will go north to attack Liao next year at most. After a short period of joy, the Song Dynasty will immediately face annihilation, and then it will be a struggling country.
Year... In the end, the Northern Song Dynasty court was completely destroyed!
That year, a year full of disturbances and chaos, and the three or two years after the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty, were the best opportunities for Song Dynasty to establish a foothold in Dengzhou and occupy the peninsula to fight against all enemies. The entire Northland was lost, and the anti-Jin rebel army formed by heroic civilians
, as well as the scattered Western Army soldiers... they are all the soldiers Song Wen dreamed of!
Before that, Song Wen needed a public identity...a status that was indispensable in this era!
Gao Qiu has taken leave to rest at home these days. The chaos in Bianliang has come to an end. Tong Guan is making contributions in the south of the Yangtze River. Gao Qiu is very sensible and does not show off his status in Sanya.
So Gao Qiu avoided Song Huizong and Zhao Ji's worst mood and rested at home for a few days.
The confidant butler stood outside the study door and reported: "Master, a gift list has been delivered to Dengzhou."
Gao Qiu was stunned for a moment. He had doubted whether the Bianliang Rebellion was related to Song Wen, especially Mr. Li... one of the culprits who plotted to take over Song Wen's Wazi Street was actually killed by an arrow.
Shoot to death!
But even after thinking about it, I couldn't believe that Song Wen had such ability and courage. Wouldn't it be great for Fei Ying Gou Gou to run his small army camp and business outside Bianliang? He recommended Yang Zhi, whom he detested, to be the boarding officer.
The state trooper and horse envoy can be regarded as him looking for a protective umbrella for himself... He can withhold Song Wen's dividends from the gambling club, is he happy to do so?
Originally, I was thinking about finding an opportunity to let Song Wen return to Bianliang. Wouldn't it be better for him to find an officer in the third government office? It could also help him make the gambling club bigger and stronger.
Gao Qiu was thinking wildly and raised his hand to pick up the gift list...
"ah?"
The housekeeper lowered his head, deliberately not seeing his master's shocked expression!
"This...three thousand taels of gold! Three boxes of pearls, and thirty thousand taels of silver! This...is this guy crazy? I want an official...an official in Dengzhou..."
At the same time, Liang Shicheng, the hidden prime minister of the Song Dynasty, was also looking at a gift list! But he just frowned...
"Song Wen? I haven't heard this name for a long time... What does this little turtle want to do? Such a big deal? He was kicked out of Bianliang, but he can still accumulate such a huge net worth... He is indeed a talent!"