In the areas controlled by the Ming army in eastern Guangdong and southern Fujian, changes are constantly occurring over time. Some of these changes are due to Chen Kai's temporary departure, and some are the problems that have been accumulated for a long time are gradually exposed. These problems are not trivial. It's just that at this moment, Yu Chen Kai is not an important matter.

Out of the mouth of Poyang Lake, is the Yangtze River. Sailing day and night, the speed of the Yangtze River alone is actually just a matter of days, not the previous months and months.

Chen Kai was in a hurry all the way in Jiangxi, but in fact he was delayed for a lot of time, coupled with the itinerary in northern Fujian, it was now almost a thousand miles, so that he even came up with the idea of getting off the boat and going to the coastal prefectures and counties to take a turn.

However, the thoughts only stayed on the thoughts, and in the end, they didn't make it. As for the reason, it is simple, this trip has reached this point, there is still a long way to go, and there is no such speed in the next trip, and he is ready to rush back to Fujian before the end of the year, so he must seize all the time.

The ship quickly approached Nanjing. Since he was in a hurry, Chen Kai forced the plan to go in and have a look, so he let the boat continue to go downstream.

More than 400 miles downstream of Nanjing is Suzhou Mansion, one of the four mansions of Susong Changzhen, the richest in the south of Zhili in the Ming Dynasty, and Suzhou, in the Ming Dynasty, is the world's first rich place, the fashion capital of the Far East in the real sense, Su Yi Su is famous all over the world, leading the fashion trend for a long time, and its status in the Ming Dynasty does not let the magic capital of later generations.

Chen Kai and his entourage went to Fushanpu to enter the interior of Suzhou Prefecture and went south to Changshu County. This is the destination of Chen Kai's trip, because he is coming here to meet a very important person.

When you arrive in Changshu, it is not like southern Fujian and eastern Guangdong, nor is it like Guangzhou or Jiangxi, and you can no longer feel too much of the atmosphere of war. The Qing army of the Hongguang Dynasty moved south, and the battle line closest to this place in the large-scale confrontation was also far away on the bank of the Qiantang River in Hangzhou, and it was still an old thing when the Lu Jian Dynasty was first established.

Small- and medium-sized anti-Qing uprisings, one after another, have never been broken, and even now, there are many rebels in the countryside and lakes of Susongchang Town, but because the scale and momentum are not large, the influence that can be caused is minimal. It's just that the population on both sides of the river along the way is not as dense as Chen Kai imagined, especially the accumulated white bones that are occasionally exposed from the reeds, but they are still silently telling the crazy slaughter of the Qing army when it went south.

After getting off the boat for the time being, Kuang Lu went around the city, found a familiar acquaintance, and quickly determined where the person they were looking for was.

Out of the small east gate of Changshu County, straight into Baimao Port thirty miles, there is a Furong Villa, the main family was originally surnamed Gu, and later this villa was transferred to a family surnamed Qian who is related to the Gu family.

In a part of the mountain villa, under a tree planted with red bean trees, which are extremely rare in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, an old man with gray hair and a beautiful young woman in her early thirties sit opposite each other. The old man was holding an old book in his hand and was reading it carefully, while the young woman was caressing the strings, but the sound of the piano seemed to be slightly chaotic, not as beautiful as usual.

"Hedong-kun, your heart is messed up."

Hearing this, the old man put down the book and said a word to the young woman, and the latter's face was as the old man saw, with a slightly gloomy expression, which was really not a mood of caressing the qin.

"Mu Zhai, I'm thinking, Ma Jinbao ...... the end"

Before he could finish speaking, the old man was startled at first, raised his hand to stop the young woman's worries, and then looked around, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he was sure that there was no one around.

"This matter is very important, and we need to be cautious and cautious."

Ma Jinbao in the mouth of the young woman is the general soldier of Jinhua, Zhejiang, and the commander of Jinqu is strictly in charge of the green camp of the four prefectures, and in the green camp of Zhejiang, he is second only to the commander Tian Xiong. The old man and Ma Jinbao have an old age, and went to Jinhua many times to meet with him, with the identity of the old man, the face is self-seeing, and he wants to be regarded as a guest, but this time and again hints, it seems that the guy is always pretending to be stupid, and there has never been a real hammer falling, which really makes people feel a little impatient.

"I saw that he was tempted, but he still refused to make his position clear, probably he still wanted to continue riding the wall."

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh. For this person, he has made a lot of efforts, originally thought that if he did not rot three inches, he could persuade him to raise troops anyway and create a new momentum in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but until now it is still no actual results, if he is not depressed in his heart, but it is not at all.

At this time, the housekeeper of this other business hurriedly came from a distance, saw the old man, and said that there was a Confucian student outside who wanted to see him, and he looked at his appearance and temperament, not like an ordinary person.

Who else will be there at this time?

Doubts arose in the minds of the old man and the young woman, and the former took the post, and at a glance it was enough to marvel at the handwriting. After reading the content carefully, the old man couldn't help frowning.

"Nanhai Kuang Lu?"

The old man's expression was a little strange, and the young woman came closer, and after reading the prayer post, she had no impression of the name, and then raised her head to look at the old man.

"Invite him in."

After waving off the housekeeper, the old man's face was even more strange, and he thought about it carefully, but he still didn't think of any doorway, so he said to the young woman: "Nanhai is in Guangzhou, and the old man vaguely remembers that this person is He Wuyu's doorman, who is quite famous in Guangdong, and gradually has a big reputation. It's just that the last time I heard someone say it, he was still serving in the court, and he seemed to be a scholar in the middle school. Now that the court is in danger, it is a strange thing that he came to look for me. ”

Having said that, but the visitor is the guest, and the old man has been "making guests day and night, and the operation and research department" in recent years, and many readers in Jiangsu and Zhejiang have closer contacts. At this moment, since this Guangdong genius made a special trip to see, there is no reason for him not to see him. What's more, he also wants to know what the situation is in Guangdong, especially the imperial court, so as to prepare for the next step.

After changing their clothes, the guests were already waiting in the lobby. There were three people who came, a middle-aged scholar in his fifties, a Confucian scholar who was younger than him, and a monk. Although such a combination is a bit strange, it is not a new thing in the current situation, especially in the face of the bullshit evil law of "keeping your head without hair, leaving your hair without leaving your head".

Kuang Lu's identity is special, the old man waved away early, and at this moment, in the lobby, there are only the old man and these three guests. The old man had read Kuang Lu's article, and he could know what his temperament was when he looked at it at a glance, and he guessed that the middle-aged scholar who was free and easy was Kuang Lu.

That monk, according to Kuang Lu, whose Dharma name is Daozong, is the abbot of Changlin Temple in Fujian, but he is not a scholar. The old man had never heard of such a person, and even that temple was the first time he had heard of it, so he just said a word of admiration for a long time, and then said nothing more politely, because he clearly noticed that of the three people in this trip, Kuang Lu was the oldest, but he was not the first person, only the younger Confucian was the one who really had the final say.

"This?"

The old man said, looked at Kuang Lu, and the latter was about to introduce. Unexpectedly, the young Confucian shook his head, walked forward by himself, and said to the old man: "Xiaguan, the Marquis of Weiyuan has recruited the general to join the army, and he is in charge of the Ordnance Bureau, and Fujian is the Senator of the Inspectorate Department, and Chen Kai, the prefect of Zhangquan Branch and Zhangzhou Mansion, has seen the ...... of Mu Weng."

Shepherd is an honorific title for the elderly, because his name is Mu Zhai. As for the name and the table, it is even more thunderous, whether it is in later generations or today, the name of Qian Qianyi of Jiangnan Wenzong is still very influential. If you really don't even know the name, but you are not afraid, the nicknames of the people - "the water is too cold" and "the scalp is itchy" should be unknown to no one.