Changsun Hong couldn't help but change his face, both surprised and strange, Lin Laosi and Tang Men really found a collaborator in Jiangnan?

This news is too unexpected, Jiangnan is picturesque, rich and noble, the class contradictions and exploitation are much better than those in the Yellow River Valley and Sichuan, the poor are not to the point where they can't survive, and the rich are living a luxurious and erosive life.

Seeing the expression of the eldest grandson, Lin Laosi's vanity, which was rarely shown, was greatly satisfied, and he laughed: "Little brother doesn't believe it? It's okay not to believe it, I really want to reveal one or two, but the big thing has not been done, it is inconvenient to say too much, even if you and I are close, I can't say much, in a word, the eldest grandson and the little brother just look at it, and when the time comes, I will send someone to inform you. ”

Lin Laosi touched his beard and couldn't stop smiling, the pride and confidence in his eyes could not be described in words.

Changsun Hong opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, thought about it, and finally shut up and didn't speak.

For a person who has an obsession and has struggled for it all his life, giving him dissuasion and bitter advice when he is full of hope and looking forward to the dawn will not have any positive effect, and it is likely to backfire and attract suspicion.

In the end, it will definitely break up.

There is a saying that smart people think about it before saying anything, and at the end they say nothing.

Changsun Hong is a smart person, of course, he won't talk nonsense at this moment.

He looked at the enthusiastic Lin Laosi seriously, sighed slightly, and said deeply: "In this case, I won't ask more, I wish the Tangmen righteous deeds smooth sailing and success!" Jiuding in the world, all belong to the old people of the Southern Tang Dynasty! ”

Lin Laosi laughed and clenched his fists.

The two looked at each other and smiled, with a bright look and a calm and sophisticated look.

Lowering his head, the words turned around, and the eldest grandson Hong said casually: "I am in Sichuan, Dali, and I am deeply engaged in business, if the big things in the south of the Yangtze River are not good, at least there is a place to make a comeback." ”

Speaking naturally, Lin Laosi didn't feel harsh, like a beautiful stamp stamped behind a splendid pen, which was harmless, but made people feel considerate and warm, he smiled and didn't change, and still said boldly: "The eldest grandson brother thinks about it thoroughly, and he is really the one who is planning things, I don't say it, with the support of the little brother, this trip will not lose money!" Hahaha! ”

He turned his face away and exchanged glances with Lin Lingzi, who was sitting next to him, and Lin Lingzi smiled.

The two of them came over for this trip, and what they wanted was the statement of the eldest grandson.

They knew that Changsun Hong must have an anti-grudge against the Song court.

The seeds of rebellion were planted on that night more than a decade ago.

It has taken root, sprouted, grown into timber, and brought forth fruit.

The eldest grandson Hong will be opposed.

The Tang Menlin family is naturally happy to see all this.

But there was a problem that bothered the Lin family.

The eldest grandson Hong refused to enter the Tang Gate.

There are a lot of excuses, but they all sound like prevarications.

This has to be regrettable, confusing, and even worrying.

Since he refused to enter the Tang Gate and was not loyal to the Song Dynasty, which side did the eldest grandson Hong help when the Tang Gate started?

Yang or no one helps, stand on your own.

Like the anti-king of the seventy-two roads at the end of the Sui Dynasty, everyone fought together.

The Tang Sect, represented by Lin Laosi, did not want to conflict with Changsun Hong when he was fighting against the Song Dynasty.

All the words are to elicit the statement of Changsun Hong.

"The world's nine tripods belong to the old people of the Southern Tang Dynasty."

That's it. Needless to say.

Everyone was happy.

The uncle and daughter of the Lin family breathed a sigh of relief and untied the knot in their hearts.

This knot fluttered and fluttered, and it turned around the house, but it fell on the heart of the eldest grandson Hong.

Looking at Lin Laosi and Lin Lingzi with happy faces, the eldest grandson Hong's thick eyebrows were tightly locked, and his bright eyes aroused a faint worry.

In the Song Dynasty, the people were in turmoil, and the peasant uprisings of all sizes were almost never broken, and they ran through the beginning and end of the two Song Dynasty, which can be called the dynasty with the largest number of rebellions among the feudal dynasties that completed the unification, and almost every emperor would encounter it during his reign.

But none of the anti-kings survived.

All were wiped out by the official army of the Song Dynasty.

This has to be said to be a spectacle, generally speaking, a dynasty on the verge of extinction is always dragged down by the nomads from the outside, and then stabbed all over the body by the internal chaos, like a leaky house, dilapidated, crumbling, at this time, no matter who emerges, the final blow can end the future of this dynasty.

But the Southern Song Dynasty was different.

Although it could not escape the various drawbacks of the feudal dynasty and the continuation of its rise and fall, it always maintained the integrity of the regime, and the Han people firmly controlled the Zhao family, and even if the common people who had no food to eat were forced to rebel, they were eager to recruit peace in their bones.

In the depths of their consciousness, they identify with this dynasty, they are not rebelling, they are doing the right thing for heaven, they dare not oppose the emperor, they can only oppose traitorous ministers.

Therefore, except for special cases such as Fang La, who set up the emperor's banner, the ultimate light in the hearts of most people who oppose the flag is the hope for Zhao'an.

To a large extent, this consciousness created the spectacle of the Song Dynasty having rebels every year, but becoming more and more prosperous.

Therefore, Changsun Hong decided that the Tang Menlin family's hammer deal in Jiangnan would not have a good result.

Even if they have a lot of faith.

He shook his head, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of tea with a heavy heart.

……

"Smack!"

The teacup was smashed on the blue brick floor, the tea splashed, and the porcelain pieces flew sideways.

Peng Daya was like an old cow whose horns had been wrenched, sitting on the chair with a snort, her face like a ripe apple, red and swollen.

His wife sat on the other side crying, babbling and chirping like a dilapidated spinning wheel, squeaking and not stopping.

Several salt merchants stood in the middle of the room with their heads shrunk and their teacups fell in front of them, almost hitting the foot of one of the salt merchants in the front.

"Humph! The new official took office with three fires, this Wang Kui, burned well! Peng Daya snorted and deflated, clenched the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands in fists, his eyebrows and eyes were straight, and he was furious: "How can I say that I am also an old man in Xichuan, and when he was still in Zhizhou, the old man was the deputy envoy of the system, so he disregarded the friendship of his colleagues and the feelings of his predecessors, and wanted to do things with one rod?" ”

slapped the table and said angrily: "You really treat the old man as a sick cat who can't be powerful?!" ”

Mrs. Zhang's added fuel to the fire, and she immediately cried with grief and sorrow: "Official, he doesn't take you in his eyes, my nephew Zhang Han is loyal and fearless, he has made outstanding military achievements in fighting with the Mongols, and he is dedicated to the country, and he also obeyed the orders of the imperial court to go north, but he died under the knife of King Kui of Nawufu for no reason, you must be the master for him!" ”

Peng Daya's face was red and black, she glared at Sapo's wife, and said in a deep voice: "Madam, stay, I know how to do it!" Zhang Han's matter, someone must pay for his life! ”

Of course, Zhang's would not be obedient, and he was still crying, and several salt merchants had to look at her ventilation and hurry up to deliver a message to Peng Daya.

(End of chapter)