On the ship that came to Quanzhou, Bu'an had already passed through Song Manqiu and roughly understood the bandit situation in Qimin Road.

The entire Qimin Road is now in the hands of the Lunatic Worship Cult, and the coastal areas around Xiapu in Fuzhou, Quanzhou, are economically developed, and the government is prosperous, and there is no hindrance; the farther they go to the southwest, the more people will believe in the Moon Worship Cult.

Wherever the cult went, the people did not engage in farming, and the officials had no eyes on the imperial court; although they did not raise the anti-flag, in fact the grain tax was not collected, and the government decrees could not be issued, and it was clear that they had broken away from the control and control of the Great Liang Dynasty.

It was not difficult for officers and men to encircle and suppress them repeatedly, but the officers sent there soon became convinced of the cult, and the officers and men who had been stationed for a long time were no exception. After tossing back and forth a few times, he couldn't even talk about raising the soup to stop boiling, but it seemed like adding firewood to the cult.

Fortunately, this cult does not seem to regard rebellion and rebellion as its own responsibility, and does not have a strong tendency to expand, and its officers and men have retreated to the coastal areas, and there is no danger of rout for the time being.

Bu An has always wondered what kind of means this Lunatic Cult has used, so that people can't do it.

Previously, he suspected that Song Yinting deliberately did not contribute to work in order to support the bandits. When I got here and saw it with my own eyes, I realized that maybe this was not the case. Maybe Song Yinting really had this idea at first, but the Lunatic Cult is so evil, everywhere he goes, like a plague of locusts, he Song Yinting is also powerless.

That afternoon, Song Yinting talked with him for a long time, briefly inquired about the general situation of the team of the Seventh Division, summarized the difficulties of suppressing bandits, and asked him to tell him what his plans were.

Bu An felt that staying in Quanzhou Mansion was too close to Song Yinting's army, and it was too inconvenient. So he asked, what is the situation in the area of Fuzhou and Zhangzhou, where the bandits are suppressed.

Song Yinting smiled noncommittally, got up and took him to the side of the military tent, pointed to the huge marching map and said: "On this map, the darker the color, the heavier the banditry. At a glance, you can see it. ”

Bu'an looked at it, and saw that on this map, about half of the area equivalent to the entire territory of Fujian, had been brushed with brown oil, and the southwest direction, even including the northern part of Guangdong, Chaoshan and Meizhou, was dyed brown.

He observed for a long time, pointed to a small dot south of Wurong County, Quanzhou Prefecture, northwest of Zhangzhou Prefecture, at the junction of brown and light white, and said, "If the boss has no opinion, the younger generation wants to go there." ”

Song Yinting fixed his eyes to look at it, nodded slowly, and said with a smile: "That's fine." Changtai County, Zhangzhou Prefecture, is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and only the road to the south to Zhangzhou, the capital of Zhangzhou, is unblocked...... "The implication is that this is a good place that is difficult to attack and easy to defend.

Bu An smiled, then changed the topic, and complained about his bitterness, saying that he had brought so many people with him, and he knew that it was not easy to be in charge.

Song Yinting also immediately put on a bitter face, saying What are your two hundred people, my army has tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, and the rations alone make people scratch their scalps.

Bu An saw that he didn't leak a drop of water, and knew that if he wanted him to take the initiative to ask for funding, he didn't even think about it, so he had to rely on the small sales, and said with a face: "My lord, these brothers under my command have a good life in the rich land of Jiangnan, but they come here to help fight the bandits, and the court is not good for them to be hungry, right?"

"Of course not!" Song Yinting said: "I'll write you a post, you go to Master Pu, the political envoy of the Seven Fujian Province, and maybe you can get some grain and grass." ”

"Is Master Pu easy to talk to?" asked Bu An with a grin.

Song Yinting shook his head and said, "It's hard to speak." ”

Then you still let me go to him! Bu An finally saw it: Song Manqiu's father is a hob meat, and he speaks beautifully, but he just doesn't help.

"Then ......" Bu An still had a trace of illusion, and said with a smile: "Who will reimburse the ship fare when the juniors come?"

Song Yinting was slightly stunned, probably didn't expect Bu An to even take out this bit of fly and mosquito meat to talk about things, smacked his lips and said: "You are a Jiaxing group practice, try to find Jiaxing Mansion to write it off." ”

After saying this, seeing that Bu'an's face was a little strange, Song Yinting smiled again: "There is something I almost forgot, I received a letter from Manqiu a few days ago, knowing that you are coming, I have prepared a gift." ”

Bu An looked at Song Yinting suspiciously, and said in his heart that the iron rooster could also pluck the hair. When he was led by a general surnamed Xu to see the gift, he realized that he was not wrong-Song Yinting didn't shoot him anything good at all.

"Five hundred high-grade lances, four hundred long-handled broadswords, two hundred pairs of cloth armor, and twelve pairs of leather armor......" In the baggage warehouse, General Xu took a list and read it down line by line. This person looks like he is in his early thirties, and he was originally born quite thoughtfully, but at this moment, in the eyes of Bu An, he looks like a shameless profiteer.

Bu An looked at the "garbage" piled up in the warehouse, and then looked at the general Xu, and wanted to say: Which eye are you blind?

"This lord," waited until the man finished reading, and Bu An asked with a suppressed temperament, "These things, it seems that there are some wrong goods, right?"

"It's been a long time and it's covered with some dust, and it's no different from new. General Xu picked up a lance, patted the ashes, and accidentally slapped the head off, and smashed it on the ground with a "poof", which was broken into several pieces.

"Is it really like new?" said Bu'an, squinting at him.

"Eighty percent new. General Xu Shen was probably afraid of breaking something again, so he didn't demonstrate it anymore, and there was still no expression on his face, I really don't know how he cultivated such a thick skin.

Do you call this Bacheng Xin? The blackest seller on Xianyu is not as black as you! Bu An was so angry that he wanted to laugh, but he had nothing to argue with this general.

This person is Song Yinting's confidant, and he will not make a plan for this petty profit, that is to say, Song Yinting's so-called gift is this pile of rags.

"I have only one request. Bu An shook his head and said, "You bring me this pile of things and pull them to Quanzhou City." ”

General Xu didn't say a word, and immediately agreed.

After that, Song Yinting said that he wanted to set up a banquet to wash Bu'an's dust, but Bu'an refused without thinking about it. "Eighty percent new" weapons and armor can still be cleaned up, if it is "eighty percent new" meals, how can people deal with it?

When it was getting late, Bu An rode back to Quanzhou, followed by a team of soldiers and horses, escorting Song Yinting's "gift".

The team walked out for two or three miles, and a man and a horse chased after him in the night, it was Song Manqiu.

"Bu Gongzi, my father ...... him" Miss Song pulled the reins to restrain the horse that sat down, slowed down and approached Bu An, the words came to her mouth, but she couldn't speak.

"Miss Song, I can probably guess what you're going to say...... It's okay, you go back. Buan smiled and shrugged. He didn't have much hope, he couldn't get any benefits, and it didn't affect his mood.

Song Manqiu's eyes were a little moist, and he quickly stuffed something into Bu'an's arms, and then rode back without looking back.

Bu An watched her go away, until the figure disappeared into the night, then he picked up the object and looked at it carefully in the starlight. This is a jade pendant, slightly larger than a quail egg, round and green, with warm tentacles, faint and some translucent, looking very valuable.

"Is this for me to do it, and exchange it for silver to pay for military expenses?" A hint of warmth rose in Bu An'an, and he carefully hung the jade pendant around his neck.

He still has tens of thousands of taels of silver tickets in his arms, and he is not short of money at all, but the heart of his daughter's family is very useful.

If the iron rooster is not plucked, are you not afraid that I will abduct your daughter? Bu An smiled, hummed a little song, and went in the direction of Quanzhou.