The establishment of the Lianghe Xuanfu Division made Wang Song no longer worry about weapons and armor, grain and grass, and even oil, salt, sauce and vinegar as before.

As long as he made overall plans and coordinated and trained the new army, all kinds of supplies would be transported from Bianjing City in the rear like flowing water.

All he has to care about now is firearms, except for money.

When he was in the city of Tokyo, he left behind the gunpowder Peifang, but it was slightly better than that of the "Takekei General Want", and it was only able to explode. The granularity of it has also been preserved, and it has not been passed on to everyone.

It's not that he cherishes his broom, it's really that the forest in Tokyo is big, and there are all kinds of birds. If he is not careful, if this gunpowder prescription spreads, he will be a sinner of the Chinese nation.

Among the weapons sent from Tokyo City, there was still no earth-shattering thunder. I heard that there had been several accidents and injured some people, and the earth-shaking thunder stopped. It seems that those craftsmen in the imperial court also thought that the power of the earth-shaking thunder was average, and it was troublesome to do, so they still returned to the longbow and hard crossbow.

But now, when it was his turn, he had to use firearms, and he could not have left his soldiers without such sharp weapons. And for this reason, he would rather be infamous and arouse suspicion, but he did not hesitate.

After all, he was selfless in his heart, and after becoming famous, he retired to the countryside and lived under the spring forest.

However, once a firearm is used in the army, it is a gratuitous offering, and the silver used has to be taken out of his pocket.

After a big battle, at least tens of thousands of earth-shaking thunders, that is, about 100,000 yuan. If the war lasts for several months, it will be at least two or three hundred thousand dollars.

It's two or three hundred thousand yuan a year, and he went there to get such a large sum of silver.

This is already a large amount of expenditure, plus the iron mills, miners, lumber mills, and thousands of brothers on the mountain, the expenses of these people add up, and he is so anxious that he can't make ends meet.

He could not reduce the number of employees. These people, each and every one of them, are a family behind them, and one person who has no food to eat is a family who starves to death.

Moreover, in order to attract the strong men to join the army, he also had to go around giving relief to the needy, so that he could become a teacher of benevolence and righteousness.

The porridge fields everywhere, the free supply of decoction and medicine, the burial of coffins, and the ubiquitous clothing alms, every step is supported by real money.

He paid all the money out, and his sleeves were clean, so that when he went out, he often asked Yang Zaixing and others to invite guests to dinner, which can be said to be quite embarrassing.

In addition, the silk and satin rewarded by the imperial court were all rewarded by him to his subordinates, and he was often dressed in rough clothes, and the sergeants jokingly called him "the prince of rough clothes".

However, he won the love of the sergeants. Other people's ministers are complacent, cooking oil in the fire, flowers are blooming, and there are several attendants in and out, and they are brilliant and unstoppable.

He is breezy and spotless, often impermanent, and shy.

The ancient sages were all lonely, not to mention that my generation was lonely and straight, the Great Song Dynasty bribed the public, it was difficult to be an official and not rich, and to be an official to do his part, it was also a scorpion tail, the only one.

To the west of Guzhen, at the crossing of the Zhushui River, in the lively grass market, Wang Song and a few people sat down on a simple tea stall, a few bowls of hot tea, a few meatloaf, and a lot of money.

The grass market has existed since the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and is mostly formed in the place where water and land meet. Since the middle of the Tang Dynasty, the rural economy has developed and the demand of the people has been strong, and the grass market has become ubiquitous and more prosperous. In the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, wars were frequent, and many wealthy households and urban residents in Jianghuai went to the grass market to build grass houses to live and take refuge, making some grass markets more prosperous.

By the Song Dynasty, the grass market had developed into a commercial center, along both sides of the river, with many shops stretching for miles. For this kind of grass market, the Song court did not treat it as a part of the countryside, but managed them as part of the city.

It's just that the Jurchens went south, and the local government had long lost control of the grass market, and Wang Song was also happy. In this world, in these years, it is not easy to live, since the government cannot protect the people, let alone make a fuss about these taxes and embarrass the people.

Moreover, this grass market is less than ten miles away from Wang Song's iron workshop, and if there is anything, the guards of the iron workshop will also arrive as soon as possible to deal with it.

Not to mention, around the Guzhen ferry, there are many loyal soldiers in disguise, specializing in dealing with potential threats. Of course, the main reason is from the Jurchens.

"Xianggong, you didn't bring any money today, if you continue like this, the villains will be eaten poor by you."

Yang Zaixing looked at Wang Song's helpless face when he touched his waist, shook his head and said with a bitter face.

"General Yang, I'll invite you today!"

Ma Kuo said with a smile: "It's just a few meatloaf, which has overwhelmed the famous Wang Xianggong, it's really funny to say it!"

Wang Song sat down, shook his head and said, "Looking at your horse Xuanzan's appetite, you know that you can still get on the horse to kill the enemy and crisscross the battlefield." As for Wang Lungong, it is to chew slowly and maintain health. ”

Ma Kuo and Wang Lun are both staff members under the Xuanfu Division, and Yang Zaixing is equivalent to his personal bodyguard and the leader of the pro-army. Everyone is a bold man, and after a year or a few months of getting along, they have already become one.

Hearing Wang Song speak, Ma Kuo shook his head and said, "Xianggong, Brother Wang Lun's kung fu is not weak. If it weren't for the passage of time and the unpaid ambition, Brother Wang Lun would not have been able to prosper and wander in the market and achieve nothing. ”

Wang Lun thanked him convincingly: "Thank you so much for giving me a chance."

This time, he went from Hedong to Hebei, and naturally reported on the matter of Tuntian camping.

Wang Song waved his hand and said, "They are all their own brothers, you don't have to be polite." In the future, everyone will be of great use, and I will rely on you when the time comes!"

In history, this Wang Lun was also the queen of Jingkang, and he was loyal to the Great Song Dynasty, but the end was not good, and he was finally killed by the Jurchens.

Time has changed, and he is now following him, not to mention glory and wealth, at least what he did was beneficial, and he also escaped a catastrophe of killing.

"Master, you've always had a good business, huh?"

The tea owner is about forty years old, with a simple face, and his temples are already a little gray, and he seems to be a sincere person. The wife is kind and shy, kneading the dough and baking the meatloaf on the side, silent.

"Thanks to the guest officer, the business is so-so, enough for a family of three to eat and drink."

Hearing Wang Song's question, the tea stall owner returned respectfully. The people in front of them obviously have a lot of identity, otherwise there would not be a group of guards around them.

"The Jurchens go south from time to time, aren't you afraid?"

"How can you not be afraid!"

Facing Wang Song's questioning, the tea owner smiled bitterly: "If there is a way, I will not stay here." Most of the young men in the village went to join the army. I heard that Wang Xianggong killed a lot of gold thieves. God willing, he can stop the Jurchens. ”

Wang Lun and Ma Kuo glanced at each other, and they both smiled. It seems that the Loyal and Righteous Army is already a household name in Lianghe.

Wang Song was also comforted. As long as the people have the determination to resist Jin, this battle will not be lost.

China is a big country, if it can't deal with a small barbarian clan, it is really a strange story.

Suddenly, there was chaos in the bazaar, and several men in official uniforms ran down the street in a hurry. The things on several stalls along the way were knocked over by them, causing a burst of angry scolding from the vendors.

Behind a few dukes, more than a dozen young men with sticks, short knives and other objects chased after them violently, all of them full of anger.

The fleeing public escaped for a while, and when they saw that the people behind them did not catch up, they stopped, took off the scarf on their heads, wiped the sweat on their foreheads, and panted to the tea stall of Wang Song and others, drinking water to quench their thirst.

"These shit, they're really ruthless!"

A public man covered his shoulders and grinned: "Big brother, I can't collect taxes here, I'm afraid I can't go to the town supervisor and the county magistrate!"

"I can't clean up these birdmen, so I went to the house, arrested the parents, wives and children of these dog thieves, and threw them into prison, and saw if he was still rampant!"

The duke called the eldest brother was in his thirties, his face was gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Huang Zhenjian will be here soon, let's wait here for a while, and all the ones that can be caught in a while will be caught!"

Wang Lun and Ma Kuo were dumbfounded. For the sake of a little tax money, these people are so frustrated, which can really be described as bad in the bones.

After the princes had finished their tea, each of them had taken a few meatloafs, and was about to go to another place. It seems that they have no intention of paying.

"A few guest officers, you haven't paid for your tea yet!"

The owner of the tea stall hurriedly stepped forward and blocked the way of several public servants.

"Tea money?"

The leading public man was vicious, grabbed the collar of the tea stall owner, and said loudly: "You guy, have you paid the tax money for your tea stall?" Do you want to go with us to the county government and see how much money you have left unpaid?"

Another duke also said angrily: "In the past, when the Jurchens didn't come, didn't you all pay taxes obediently. How come this Jurchen come, you don't pay taxes anymore, who gave you the guts!"

The tea owner said bitterly: "Several heads, the Jurchens didn't come, the grass market is lively, and the money is easy to come by." How many things have been sold on this day now, besides, a few of you have calculated, a pound of grain is 400 Wen, and a few of you have to have five or six yuan to eat, and the small one is a loss-making business! ”

"If you say it again, put you in prison, see if you're still honest!"

Hearing the words of the duke, the Hunjia of the tea owner hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded: "Brothers, even if this meatloaf is filial to you, please raise your noble hand!"

Several dukes put down the tea owner and were about to leave, but they heard a cold snort from Leng Buding next to him.

"Oppress the good, the fox is fake and the tiger is mighty, who gave you the dog guts?"

The leading public was about to get angry, but he saw several men with guns and knives surrounding him, blocking the way out of the group.

"Bold, we are public people, and we collect taxes according to the law."

The leading public shouted and threatened: "Wait in broad daylight, armed with knives and guns, what do you want, don't hurry up and retreat!"

"Pretend, lustful and inward!"

Ma Kuo said coldly: "You are the tax collector there, do you have an identity document, whose official order is it given, and what law is followed, can the court have a clear official document?"

His tone was cold and domineering, and the people in the grass market saw that he was so "bold and reckless", and they all gathered around, pointing and chirping.

Wang Song shook his head secretly, this is really a big deal to watch the excitement, but he also wants to see what tricks these treacherous officials can do.