Thank you to the Takumi brothers who sent soy milk to Qiuming Mountain, thank you to the brothers who voted for the monthly ticket, thank you for the boat.

About this book, the ship has always wanted to explain something, but he doesn't know how to explain it, and he doesn't have the opportunity to explain it... Now it's about to finish, and the ship will explain it well when there is a chance later. Thank you brothers who have always supported the ship, love you.

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There is Hao Shaoqi Town, and the team enters the city without any waves, it is very smooth, almost as smooth as silk,

But Xu Changqing felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Xiangyang City is the only big city in Dashun at this time, but this level of defense is ......

It must be known that as early as many years ago, the Ming Dynasty had strict regulations on the entry of border troops into Beijing, including entering the city, for example, even if Xu Changqing's identity at this time, if he entered Nanjing, according to the regulations, he could only bring 500 personal soldiers.

In the drizzle, Xu Changqing had already dismounted, put on his coat tightly, and carefully looked at this Xiangyang City under the escort of the surrounding soldiers.

Xu Changqing had never been to Xiangyang before, and he didn't know what the original Xiangyang was like, and the only impression may be the classic sentence 'King Xiangyang has intentions, but the goddess has no intentions'.

But even if he has never been here, just looking at the basic urban construction in front of him, Xu Changqing can't stop being disappointed.

In the rain, the street corners sometimes leave foul-smelling sewage, bubbling and flowing, and I don't know where the end is.

The whole city looks neat, but many traces of war on the street have not been repaired, and they remain like this, leaving them to be exposed to the wind and sun, and continue to be dilapidated.

Co-authors, Li Zicheng, Liu Zongmin and others, have never regarded Xiangyang as a local construction......

Or maybe they don't know how to build at all......

Liu Xiyao understood Xu Changqing's frowning, hurriedly tightened his felt hat, leaned over to Xu Changqing's side and explained in a low voice: "Master, Dashun is here, it's not that there is no money all these years. Back then, some silver was brought out from Beijing and Xijing. It's just that...... Imperial City, no, the scenery will be much better over there......"

Xu Changqing breathed a long sigh of relief and nodded, but his heart was still a little unstoppable.

'For heaven to perish, it must first make it mad!' ’

This sentence may be extreme, but it says the true meaning of most of the world.

For 5,000 years, from ancient times to the present, why has the peasant army rarely succeeded?

Whether it was the green forest, red eyebrows, or the yellow scarf in the back, then Wang Xianzhi and Huang Chao in Li Tang, and then to the later Sect Master Hong.

If all of them could be summed up in one word, it would probably only be 'inflated'!

Only Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu of this dynasty, 'built a high wall, accumulated grain, and slowly became the king', this is the real accumulation of the Ming Dynasty for nearly 300 years, and is the first person in the history of China to succeed in the Northern Expedition from south to north!

Others may say that the peasant army was brutal.

But, let me ask, isn't Lao Zhu brutal?

Hu Weiyong's case, Lanyu case, more than 100,000 heads rolled to the ground, not to mention, that is, when Lao Zhu returned to the west, how many palace maids were martyred?

And it's a blatant burial!

It's a thousand years later. Person. Kind. Crime.

However, why is the Ming Dynasty still stable for hundreds of years?

Because Lao Zhu has rules, he also acts according to the rules!

To put it mildly, those palace maids, I'm afraid they still ask for money to make silver, which is the qualification to be buried.

Why?

Because they are buried, their fathers and brothers will be blessed with great benefits!

It's much more cost-effective than marrying an ordinary man......

But can you say that Lao Zhu is not 'Mingjun'?

No!

Lao Zhu is absolutely true to the common people, there is no slightest false truth, is it a joke to peel the skin and fill the grass? And he is also the lowest born of all the emperors, a complete dick. The pinnacle of the silk counterattack.

And this kind of truth, latecomers, even Renzong, Hongji and others, are completely none

Law analogy.

Because Renzong and Emperor Hongzhi were both born with a golden spoon, how can they be like Lao Zhu, who was a monk, and really know and understand how bitter the people below are?

"Yo~."

"Hao Ye, why are you back at this point? Is this a big fish? ”

Xu Changqing was a little irritable all the way, and the team led by Hao Shaoqi took the lead and came to a large camp that looked bright from afar, but there were flies flying and sewage flowing in front of it.

As soon as the defenders saw Hao Shaoqi's battle, they already understood, and they were all begging for skill.

Hao Shaoqi is doing this at this time, and the substitution is also relatively deep, even if he pulls his throat and spits on the stars, he blows and blows.

On Xu Changqing's side, Liu Xiyao explained in a low voice: "Master, this is the East Camp of Xiangyang City. The supplies in Xiangyang are basically from the east, and it is also the largest black goods trading ground in the city. Huang, Li Zicheng, Liu Zongmin, Song Xiance and others all have a part in this, and some people are watching. We have to get through here first......"

"It doesn't matter."

Xu Changqing nodded, shook off the gloom, and looked at the East Camp with great interest.

After all, although he Xu Changqing sighed and sighed about the decay of the exile army led by Li Zicheng and others, he would never pay for them!

The camp was so large that you couldn't see the end at a glance, and there were already sporadic goods trading in it, even if it was still raining.

However, if you look closely, the people who receive the goods are not very interested.

Even if Hao Shaoqi came over in person, a few people who looked well-dressed and looked like a big shopkeeper did not greet him immediately, but were watching.

Xu Changqing didn't look at it for a long time, and then he had a count in his heart.

The material situation in Xiangyang is already about to reach a critical point!

This is fucking another piece of chicken feathers!

If he didn't consider the overall situation, Xu Changqing really wanted to stew all these people in one pot and throw them all into the river to feed the fish, at least, so that he could fatten a few fish and let the lucky people eat enough.

"I'm a mother-in-law, this, this is Haicheng Laojiao, there are such good things in this batch of goods?"

Suddenly, one of the guards exclaimed uncontrollably.

"What?"

"Haicheng Laojiao?"

Suddenly, it was like a honey jar falling to the ground, a cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of ants came to meet each other, and the big shopkeeper who was still watching and holding around couldn't sit still, and rushed over.

"Edi mother, it's really Haicheng Laojiao, there are so many good silks here, this is really a big fat sheep......"

"Look, there's a diorama here."

"What is this? This, is this the Changsheng Island sea cucumber that Xu Changqing often eats? ”

…

"Hao Ye, Hao Ye, you open a price, we have collected all your goods in the store!"

"The surname Song, you have such a big breath, Hao Ye, you sell it to us, how much is this surname Song, our store will add one percent!"

"Hao Ye ......"

As many goods were revealed, the pot was directly fried in the field, how dare the big shopkeepers take the shelves again? The umbrellas were too late for the servants to hit, so they hurriedly came to grab the goods.

Hao Shaoqi's mouth is grinning to the sky, he has never been so comfortable in his life.

On weekdays, he calls grandpa, and these big shopkeepers are afraid that they don't bother to look at him, how can they call him a 'master' like this at this time.

Hao Shaoqi suddenly found that when he was a slave to Xu Changqing, he was indeed a little embarrassed in front of Xu Changqing, but once he came out, it must be the master.

Liu Xiyao was a little nervous at this time, and said in a low voice: "Master, such a big deal, will there be, will something go wrong......

Maybe it's 'once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope', Liu Xiyao at this time is definitely more careful than a woman.

"Hehe, it's okay."

Xu Changqing smiled: "If we don't get some good things over, the atmosphere in this city is a little too stuffy." ”

"Forehead ......"

Liu Xiyao was stunned for a moment, and only came back to his senses for a moment, but he lowered his head and stood beside Xu Changqing obediently.

This master's open-minded means, not to mention ordinary people, are afraid that they are beyond the reach of the dust.

……

This batch of goods, which consisted of many products from the 'Made in Haicheng' framework, was finally sold by Hao Shaoqi to a sky-high price of 130,000 taels.

When Haicheng is produced, the cost is less than 20,000 taels, and the road fee will not exceed 30,000 taels.

Hao Shaoqi sold out of goods on the side of Dongdaying, and the major shopkeepers did not dare not give Hao Shaoqi face, and directly gave Hao Shaoqi an independent camp two or three miles away from Dongdaying.

The main reason is that at this time, the main force of the Shun army has already left the city, the defenders are already very thin, and the city is full of empty camps.

Xu Changqing and the others settled down all the way, and the sky was getting dark.

Here, Yuan Zongdi's people and the intelligence system of the model army also sent a lot of core news.

Among them, the most valuable one is that tonight, a domestic slave leader of Song Xiance, the military division of the Dashun Army, nicknamed 'Song Wu', is going to a famous Qinglou in Xiangyang to find a good friend for the night tonight.

This is like an excellent opportunity for Xu Changqing and others!

After thinking about it for a while, Xu Changqing had an idea, but seeing Liu Xiyao scratching his ears and cheeks a little restlessly, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Old Liu, you finally came back, or don't be busy tonight, go home first?" ”

"Forehead ......"

Liu Xiyao came back to his senses at this time, but he was busy saying: "Master Hou, don't go home from your humble position!" If you don't finish the affairs of the Hou Ye, you will never go home! ”

Xu Changqing smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Relax." If you do this, you can easily go wrong. ”

Liu Xiyao was clever, and finally reacted, stopped thinking nonsense, and straightened his body.

If it was because of his mistake that Xu Changqing's big thing was ruined, then he was really unworthy of being a man, and it would be difficult to atone for his sins if he died.

……

As night fell, the rain began to trickle down again, and the air became cooler, damp and cold.

It also seems to indicate that this year's winter is not too easy.

On the street, a team of thirty or forty people, riding seventy or eighty tall horses, came to the door of Cuiyan Pavilion very arrogantly.

Cuiyan Pavilion is located in the center of Xiangyang City, not far from the original Xiangwang Mansion and the current 'Imperial City' of Li Zicheng, covering an area of at least more than ten acres.

According to Liu Xiyao's explanation to Xu Changqing, this was originally an official yamen in Xiangyang, but it was soon changed to 'entertainment. City'......

As he said before, after coming to the core of the city, whether it is urban construction or others, the appearance is much better.

Seeing such an arrogant group of people coming, the turtle slaves of Cuiyan Pavilion immediately greeted them with a smile.

"Yo, this isn't Hao Ye. Hao Ye, which fairy wind is blowing you over, please, please ...... inside"

Hao Shaoqi was obviously a frequent visitor here, and the turtle slave recognized it after running a few steps, and greeted him with a big smile.

"Huh."

"Wang Liuzi, is your dog's nose quite smart? Yes. Why don't you catch up with your Hao Ye? Aren't you afraid that your Hao Ye will run out of money? ”

Hao Shaoqi didn't give the turtle slave a good face, and stepped forward to whip the horse whip in the rain, and ridiculed the sixth son of the turtle slave king.

Wang Liuzi smiled innocently, how dare he face Hao Shaoqi's majesty at this time?

Hurriedly said: "Hao Ye, don't be a small person." Isn't the small one also a mixed meal? Now, let's Xiangyang City, who doesn't know, Hao Ye, you have made a fortune......"

"Haha."

Hao Shaoqi laughed and turned over and dismounted, and let Wang Liuzi lead the war horse up, while saying, "It's good to know!" Tonight, I will prepare all the good wine and food for me. Also, the best girls in your Cuiyan Pavilion should hurry up and wash them up, and get ready for your master and my brothers! ”

"Okay, no problem. Hao Ye, please, everyone, please! ”