Wang Li laboriously piled the last bag of grain in the warehouse, patted the dust on his body, and turned to leave the house.

"Wang Er, this is your salary this month, 365 Wen, count it, see if the number is right?"

Seeing the pile of copper coins handed over from the shopkeeper's wooden plate, Wang Li hurriedly grabbed it in his hand, counted it carefully, nodded and smiled: "Shopkeeper, the number is right, thank you!"

Out of the grain store, the smile on Wang Li's face immediately froze and turned into a sad face.

After a long time, he sighed, shook his head and said: "365 Wen, I can't even buy 10 catties of rice, the old and the young are a family, how can this make people live!"

If this is summer, because the Jin people have receded, the canal has been restored, and the grain from the south can be transported, the price of grain is not so high, and it is much busier on weekdays, and it can earn two or three yuan a month. In any case, the family can barely eat.

It is now the end of February, and it is the time when the green and yellow are not connected, and the two Huai, Jiangnan, and Jinghu are inseparable, and the Cao Yun is cut off. I usually have no way to make money, and the price of this grain has also risen gradually, from the usual text, to the current seventy or eighty wen, I heard that it will continue to rise.

"It's a big deal to go to Hebei and Hedong, I heard that the most expensive grain there is no more than 20 Wen!"

Wang Li shook his head. Under the rule of Wang Xianggong, it is really much better than this Bianliang City.

Next to the West Water Gate, several large warehouses in the city are gathered here, and it is also the place where the coolies usually gather. When passing by the bridge, Wang Li saw countless people rushing towards the East Water Gate, as if something had happened outside the city.

"Sixth Brother Zhang, what happened outside, why did so many people rush outside?"

Zhang Liu was pulled by Wang Li, unable to struggle, and smiled helplessly: "Wang Li, do you really don't know or fake don't know." The newspaper said that Wang Xianggong was coming to Bianliang City today, and everyone was waiting outside the West Water Gate to see what Wang Xianggong looked like. ”

"Sixth Brother Zhang, it's not that you don't know, I've been feeling unwell for the past few days, how can I know what is going on outside."

Wang Li said this, but his spirit was lifted.

He quickly let go of his hand and followed behind Zhang Liu, forgetting to go home and hand over his wages to his wife, caught in the crowd, and walked out of the West Water Gate together.

At this time, it is noon, it is the time to eat, on the West Water Gate Ferry, on both sides of the canal, there are crowds of people, and it is extremely lively. The people were waiting to see this national hero in everyone's mind.

On both sides of the canal, stretching out for ten miles, the embankment is full of officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty who are holding sharp blades and eyeing each other. Although the people were crowded, they could only look dozens of meters away from the canal, and were not allowed to approach the river.

Even among the people on both sides of the canal, there are still many yamen officials and sergeants mixed in to maintain order and prevent accidents.

As several large ships paddled from west to east, the big characters "Wang" and "Song" on the mast were clearly visible, and the people began to shout loudly.

"Wang Xianggong! Wang Xianggong!"

The sound grew louder and louder, extending outward, slowly becoming uncontrollable, earth-shattering, and resounding throughout the field.

"Wang Xianggong, the people are shouting about you!"

Yang Zaixing's ears were sharp, and he suddenly heard what the people were shouting, and couldn't help shouting loudly.

Li Ruoxu stood at the bow of the boat, listened carefully for a while, then picked up the clairvoyant mirror, looked around at the people on both sides of the canal, and couldn't help but praise it.

"Brother Yang is right. You see, this is the will of the people. There are more than 100,000 people, so you should go up and show your face, don't chill the hearts of the people. ”

Wang Song shook his head, and said with a wry smile helplessly: "A meeting, it's so grand, the old man is putting me on the fire to roast." This trick is ruthless enough!"

After receiving Zong Ze's letter, Wang Song thought about it again and again, and finally decided to go south and join Zong

Ze interview.

Everyone knows that taking over the rotten Bianliang City at this time is not only a burden, but also a huge pressure on people's livelihood.

Taking over the city of Tokyo is to take over the entire Central Plains and the entire Henan Prefecture. Four or five million people are waiting to be fed, and this pressure can be imagined.

Li Ruoxu said in a low voice: "Xianggong, misfortune and blessing depend." Xianggong won the hearts of the people so much, just to inspire the people of the country and promote the blood of China, which is comparable to 100,000 soldiers. Xianggong, let's hurry up and meet the people. ”

"It's just that in this way, you and I don't know how much hair we are going to lose!"

Wang Song shook his head slightly. Henan Province, Gyeonggi Province, this is a hot potato.

The people on the shore shouted wildly, some knelt down and kept kowtowing to the slowly moving boat, and many more were looking forward to seeing Wang Song himself.

Suddenly, the crowd moved forward suddenly, and everyone shouted hoarsely, and many cried.

I saw a boat in the middle of the canal, a young man in iron armor, surrounded by several iron guards, slowly walked out of the cabin.

Facing hundreds of thousands of people on both sides of the riverbank, the little thought that Wang Song wanted to show just now had long since come to naught. The corners of his eyes were moist, and he waved his right hand to greet the people on both sides of the strait.

"Wang Xianggong will live a long life!"

"The Bodhisattva blesses the king with fairness and peace!"

"Wang Xianggong wants to kill more gold thieves!"

"Wang Xianggong, you want to save the people of Bianliang City!"

Countless civilians rushed to both sides of the canal, but none of them crossed the cordon of the soldiers. Although everyone was excited, they didn't want to cause trouble to Wang Song.

Many people knelt on the shore and prostrated themselves while shouting all sorts of blessings.

"Folks, everyone calm down and listen to what Wang Xianggong said!"

The fifty or sixty guards on board shouted in unison towards the banks of the canal.

Slowly, the banks of the canal quieted down, and the people who were all over the mountains closed their mouths, wanting to listen to Wang Song's speech.

Wang Song stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the passionate people on both sides of the strait, and those sincere emotions instantly surged into his heart.

"Folks, my relatives, I, Wang Song, am sorry for everyone, sorry for you, for making you suffer!"

Wang Songqi bent down, bowed deeply to the banks of the canal.

The people on both sides of the canal were stunned for a moment, and then the cheers rang out earth-shatteringly.

"Long live Wang Xianggong!"

"Wang Xianggong, you can't lose Tokyo City!"

Wang Song pressed his hand, and the shouts of the people weakened again.

"Rest assured, folks, no matter who leaves you, the loyal army will not leave behind! Rest assured, good days will come!"

Wang Song was impassioned, from the bottom of his heart, the people shouted a tsunami, the sound shook the sky, and the whole scene was extremely shocking.

The voices of the people were silenced. As soon as Wang Song was about to speak, a vigilant soldier on the shore shouted:

"Xianggong Wang, you must not leave the people of Bianliang City behind!"

Wang Song nodded, facing the silent two sides of the strait, and shouted loudly:

"Fellow villagers of Bianliang City, brothers and sisters of the Great Song Dynasty, I, Wang Song, swear here that I will never leave you! Not only the city of Tokyo, but also the entire province of Henan. Remember, the Loyal Army will not give up on any of its people!"

This time, not only the cheers of the people rang out, but even the vigilant soldiers were smiling.

"Folks, we are the kindest, hardest-working, bravest, and wisest people in the world. We rely on our own hands, do not steal or rob, and live our lives with dignity. Once you are a little rich, you will also be kind to your relatives and friends, and guests from afar!"

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Originally, we lived and worked in peace and contentment, with food, clothing, and wine, but who made us have nothing, displaced, hungry and cold, separated from flesh and blood!"

"Who killed our relatives, burned down our houses, ravaged our sisters, and robbed us of our food, who do you say?"

Wang Song's voice was hoarse, and the roar echoed on both sides of the canal, deafening, so that the people who had just quieted down were excited again.

"It's a thief! It's a thief!"

Countless people roared, countless people's eyes were blood-red, countless people's blood was boiling, countless fists were raised into the air, waving, waving powerfully.

When the voices of the people weakened, Wang Song continued his speech.

"We Han people are the simplest, friends come and have good wine, if the tiger and wolf come, we have knives and guns! Brothers and sisters, let's kill the captives together!"

"Kill!"

Wang Song raised his fist and roared.

"Kill!"

The sergeant next to Wang Song shouted angrily.

"Kill!"

On both sides of the canal, all the people and sergeants shouted angrily.

The warship moved forward slowly, and Wang Song stood on the deck and roared with his fists. Hundreds of thousands of people on both sides of the canal were also fascinated, and in the roar of "killing prisoners", the boats slowly sailed into Bianliang City.

Until the boat left and disappeared from sight, tens of thousands of people on both sides of the canal were still excited and refused to leave.

Finally, the crowd gradually dispersed, and four or five Song people, dressed as men with dusty faces, stood on a high slope on the shore, still looking at Bianjing City.

"General, it's useless to leave and right, let's go, lest His Royal Highness the Four have to pick and choose again!"

A man came up and whispered to a man who was watching.

The man known as the "general" is tall and long-legged, straight, and looks very strong, and at first glance he is from the military.

He shook his head, and his words were quite regretful: "If I had a bow and arrow in hand, I would definitely be able to kill Wang Song." With this thief here, the Song people's spirit will not be dispersed, and it will be much more difficult to attack the Great Song Dynasty!"

The land of Gyeonggi is heavily guarded, and the sergeants on patrol are all fierce dragons and tigers, and they are in groups. Once you encounter a suspicious person, you will either be imprisoned or killed on the spot. When these people came all the way, they naturally did not dare to carry such conspicuous standard weapons as bows and arrows.

Another man complimented: "General Han is a fine cavalry and shoots, and if he shoots, he will enter the iron, which is comparable to the villain." General Han led the Liaodong Han'er to make many military exploits, and he must be the vanguard in every battle, and he is the first warrior of my Han'er!"

A lean man whispered: "Don't say it, after Wang Song's words, I really don't feel good in my heart." I don't know why, I always feel awkward in my heart!"

Before the words fell, there was a "snap", and the thin man screamed involuntarily, and there was an extra whip mark on his face.

"Zhang Gu, remember, don't think nonsense, lest you lose your life!"

Han often pointed at the frightened lean man holding his face with a horsewhip, and his gaze became very cold.

"Whoever gives more money and whoever has great power, we will follow him. There are some things to say here, forget it, if the Jurchen nobles hear it, be careful of your dog's head!"

The man next to him also said: "Zhang Gu, the Song people are cowardly and incompetent, have you forgotten what happened to Zhang Jue back then, you are still in the same door as him!"

Zhang Gu covered his face, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

Han Chang saw that it was not early, and said in a deep voice: "It's not early, hurry up." This time when we go south, we must seize Emperor Song's children, surrender the soldiers without a fight, and trap Wang Song to death!"

Zhang Gu's face was pale, and when everyone was unprepared, he spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, and his eyes became hideous.

What Wang Song said, word for word, spoke to his heart. Are these men really at ease when they follow the Jin people to burn and loot?