The teacher and student were silent for a long time, and a "click" sounded as Wu Zhifang struck the crutch with the Han-style green pine auspicious cloud pattern on the handrail of the porch engraved with the pattern of the Ugalaji.

The crutches broke in response, and the seventy-six-year-old Wu Zhifang pushed away the manager of the Prime Minister's Mansion who stepped forward to support him, and walked towards the door of the mansion tremblingly.

After walking more than ten meters, I couldn't help but turn around and pop out a few words from my hoarse throat, "You can do it yourself......

Then the rickety old man did not stay any longer and left the prime minister's mansion.

The steward of the Prime Minister's Mansion has been loyal to his family since Mazartai's generation, and he is extremely close to Tokhtar, and at this moment he spoke out and advised: "Mr. Wu is old, why should he be angry with him? ”

Lost his expression was stunned and extremely lost, he lowered his head to look at the broken crutches on the ground, and whispered: "Since my father introduced him as my enlightenment gentleman, I have been able to learn Sinology, and I have read through the ancient books of the Han people. 'Sir is dedicated to the country, and naturally he is extremely loyal, but now that the imperial court is in crisis, how can the appointment of Hanchen be generalized? ”

The steward is also a Mengren, so he naturally knows the worries of Tokto, and picks up the broken crutch and stands silently behind Totok.

……

The Yuan court was busy changing money to control the water after getting rid of the government, and Wen Xuan secretly visited the various altars of Xuanwu Hall with Han Lingyue after going down the mountain.

Most of the disciples of Xuanwu Hall were transformed from the members of the White Lotus Sect, and they were attacked by the Yuan Court, encircled and suppressed, so they acted more secretively than the Qinglong Hall in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, with Han Lingyue, the pseudo-sect leader, leading the way, and it took more than half a year for the two of them to find out the details of each branch altar one by one.

The longer the time elapsed, the more uneasy Wen Xuan's heart became.

Now that the year is approaching, as long as the cold winter passes, it will soon usher in the spring of the eleventh year of Zhizheng (1351 AD), Wen Xuan knows very well in his heart that from that time on, the world is about to be in chaos.

People in troubled times are not as good as Taiping dogs, so Wen Xuan is more and more worried about the safety of his father Wen Xianzhong.

Fortunately, the area of Jiangsu and Zhejiang has developed steadily under his layout, Shen Fu has earned a huge fortune through maritime trade, and Sanssouci Island is also solid under the coordination of Fang Guozhen and Su Sheng.

And now with the help of the Zhou family, Wang Fuzhi has all the hidden forces within the jurisdiction of Wenzhou Road, and it can be said that any wind and grass in Wen and Taiwan cannot hide from Wen Xuan.

Before the chaos, Wen Xuan had already pocketed all the benefits he could grasp, and no matter how bad it was, it would be enough to divide one side, and he would not lose his life because of the chaos.

"I've already taken you through all the sub-altars in Xuanwu Hall, not to mention that I haven't found any trace of Wen Bo, but my brother and his backbone are nowhere to be found, so they must be deliberately avoiding us."

Han Lingyue's cold voice came, making Wen Xuan couldn't help but sigh again.

"Let's go to Yingzhou." Wen Xuan was helpless in his heart, so he could only try his luck there, since Han Shantong was ready to do something, he would definitely show his flaws.

Since there is no trace of him in the various sub-altars, it is better to go to the place where he revolted than to continue to be a headless fly.

"Yingzhou?" Han Lingyue's eyes lit up after listening to Wen Xuan's proposal, "If you don't say that I almost forgot, Liu Futong is from Yingzhou, and we may really be able to find their traces there." ”

Han Shantong, Liu Futong, Du Zundao...... Wen Xuan sighed in his heart, these heroes in history finally couldn't help but surface one by one.

Wen Xuan said softly: "Miss Han, without further ado, let's leave." ”

"Oh." Han Lingyue responded indifferently.

Wen Xuan smiled bitterly, and the woman in her heart really held a grudge.

At the same time, in Bailuzhuang in Yingshang County, Yingzhou, Han Shantong was gathering a group of henchmen to discuss in the council hall.

"How's Wember doing?" Han Shantong asked after sitting down.

Du Zundao, who was dressed as a scholar, replied: "Although I am angry, I am fortunate to be willing to eat and my body is still strong." ”

"After all, the old man is old, so he must send someone to take care of him." Han Shantong instructed uneasily.

Du Zundao nodded silently.

After briefly inquiring about Wen Xianzhong's situation, Han Shantong sat down and swept his gaze to his henchmen, "Most of the letters have come, as soon as the wax moon passes, the Yuan court will be turned into money, and the river control project in charge of Jia Lu has also begun to prepare." ”

Han Shantong's voice was low and powerful, and a short statement was mixed with several layers of meaning.

Everyone immediately discussed:

"How easy is it to change money? The people were already miserable, and after this chaos, even if they didn't want to rebel, they were forced to rebel by the Yuan Court! ”

"If you only talk about changing the banknote law, it can be said that the Yuan court is taking risks, but now that Tofu is appointing Jia Lu to control the water, the people will celebrate when they hear it."

"It's not a good thing for us, and if it really wins the hearts and minds of the people, it's going to be very difficult for us to build momentum through the floods."

"Yes, I heard that Jia Lu is a capable official and has been a water supervisor in Xingdu for a long time, so he may really be able to control the floods of the Yellow River."

While they were talking, a person outside pushed the door open, and there was a hearty laugh.

"Brother Han, don't worry too much, I have a plan, keeping the Yuan Court's move is to shoot myself in the foot!"

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see that the person who came was seven feet long, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the beard on his cheeks showed his bold and benevolent character.

When Han Shantong saw the visitor, his eyes were happy, and he stood up and said, "What is the clever plan of the virtuous brother?" ”

Liu Futong hooked the corners of his mouth, stroked his hair, and said slowly: "The reason why we haven't done anything until now is that we are waiting for the opportunity?" The original intention of detoxification and water control is to stabilize the people's minds, but if we can let it backfire, we can use it as a logical reason for us to act! ”

Han Shantong was overjoyed when he heard this, "Brother Xian, come quickly!" ”

Liu Futong cleared his throat and said: "Before the start of the river control project, we will arrange for the brothers in the sect to bury a stone man in the river, and engrave the words 'one eye of the stone man, instigating the Yellow River to rebel in the world' on the back. At that time, our Mingjiao will hold high the banner of righteousness and play the banner of the Song Dynasty, and the righteous people of the world will vote for themselves! ”

"Brother Xian's plan to kill two birds with one stone is very good, but I'm worried about ......"

Liu Futong knew Han Shantong very well and knew that he was a person who would think about the people in his heart, so he explained: "You don't have to worry, since Totoku and the others have figured out the importance of controlling the Yellow River, they will definitely cure the flood at all costs, and as long as we don't interfere with the flooded area after the incident, it will naturally not affect the river control project." ”