At the same time that the tragedy in Zhuangnai was staged one after another, the Hangang workshop group.

Seeing the fire in Mingyuezhuang, the carpenter, Lei blacksmith, Wu Xiaoling and others, who thought that Li Xiang had failed, took more than a dozen large workshop owners and more than 20 small workshop owners who had no way out, and brought their respective guards and workshop workers together and began a desperate struggle to pull people to accompany them to the funeral.

Liu Sheng defeated the official army, Zhang Qingping and Yang Yingdong held the riverbank, and the owner of the village was injured but not deeply poisoned, and was out of danger...... When Wu Xiaoling and the others received these news, a large area of the Han River centered on Mingyueji had already been on fire, suppressing the fire in Mingyuezhuang in one fell swoop.

Wu Xiaoling, Lei Cheng and Carpenter got together to discuss what to do next.

The carpenter lost his health in the early years, and he was out of breath after leading people to burn down a few hostile workshops, and asked with a wall against the wall: "Xiaoling, why didn't the secret letter sent by the public school write our mission?" The old man burned down the three workshops of the gentry, so unpleasant! ”

Lei Cheng has always been rude, and his mind is full of ideas for smelting molten iron and hitting iron knives, and maybe smashing people. He put the long-handled hammer head on the ground, regardless of the blood and sweat on his face, waiting for Wu Xiaoling to make an idea.

Wu Xiaoling wiped the mud on her face and patted the old man's back, "Uncle Cao, you have to be careful, Wenwen is still waiting for grandpa in the village." ”

Among the three, Wu Xiaoling, who has worked hard from the bottom, has always had an idea.

Wu Xiaoling held the secret letter of the public middle school and thought carefully for a moment, "The owner of the village was poisoned and unconscious, and the letter said that there was no major problem, and he hadn't woken up yet." Li Fuzi and the others didn't expect us to make a big move, so they didn't dare to make random ideas. ”

"We have just burned down a few workshops of the gentry, and those green-skinned gangsters and ruffians have swarmed up, where do they pay attention to their employer's orders? The Huang Cheng family and those big gentry have lost their own feet. ”

"Now that there is chaos on the side of the Han River, we might as well retreat to the workshop and reduce some losses. What should I do next, wait for the orders of the public and the owner? ”

When the carpenter and the thunder blacksmith heard it, they were reasonable!

So the three of them took the lead, and the workshop owner of Mingyuezhuang began to guard his own workshop, occasionally jointly driving the ruffians who came over to smash and loot.

In order to ensure their own safety, Wu Xiaoling and the three of them also used thirty-two pairs of bamboo paper pressed armor as experimental objects to protect the most reliable guards and make a heavy promise.

Change is coming.

In order to protect themselves, the commander of the official military camp and the chief arrester of Xunyang chose not to be used as a gun by the Huang Cheng family, so they chose to muddy the water.

The houses and warehouses of Myeongwolso were looted and ignited, and the fire in the south of Myeongwolso reflected the night sky, and along the Han River was a fire belt, and Myeongwolso was a torch that burned to the top of the day.

Wu Xiaoling and the three of them looked at Zhuangzi's side, and their hearts sank to the bottom again. It didn't take long for the public secret letter to arrive, and the three of them were startled and about to faint.

In the letter, Li Mengkong and others ignored their overstepping their authority and decisively signed an order: The seven households of the Liu family and the officials and officers sent infighting, and the officials and soldiers began to burn and bully the Zhuang people standing on Liu Xiadu's side, and the change has come. Lei Cheng, Cao Kezhen, and Wu Xiaoling, who stayed in the Hanjiang workshop, caused more chaos near Mingyueji, and grasped the scale by themselves, this order.

The three of them looked at each other and were overjoyed.

If they can not rebel, Wu Xiaoling and the three still don't want to rebel. As they went through business, the more they learned about the richness and vastness of the Great Zhou, the more they revered the land of China and the Great Zhou court that had controlled it for nearly two hundred years. Da Zhou is like a bottomless pit, constantly devouring the output of his own workshop, and he can't see the edge at all, and the question is: how much wealth does Da Zhou control?

Those who have the slightest ability to rebel are either madmen or fools.

The carpenter who hadn't rested yet was full of red light, and he couldn't wait to kill it now.

Wu Xiaoling and Lei Cheng glanced at each other and nodded.

Wu Xiaoling began to coax the old man carpenter, "Someone has to stay, look at this workshop, this is the greatest wealth of our Mingyuezhuang." Uncle has always been steady......"

"Definitely, don't you just dislike my old arms and legs?" The carpenter muttered, "You go quickly, the little old man will stay." ”

Wu Xiaoling and Lei Cheng relieved their hearts at this time, took people out, and joined the team of smashing and looting. But within half an hour, the two of them returned with hundreds of guards and workshop workers.

The carpenter who was leading people to drive away the blind stream of ruffians was stunned.

"Go back to your workshop, plug in the latch, hurry!" Lei Cheng shouted loudly to the surrounding workshop owners as he ran, "The black and white forces of Mingyueji and the porter boat gang are in chaos. It's all guarded, and if someone comes over, they will greet with a bow and arrow, and they must be killed! ”

Shouts of confusion were heard.

Then, hundreds of people in different clothes, holding wooden sticks, broken knives and fishing forks, rushed straight to the workshop group!

The carpenter put on a leather helmet disguised as a hat, climbed high and looked outside, and ran over to ask Lei Cheng, who was drinking tea, "Why are there so many people?" What's going on? ”

Lei Cheng was not good at words and looked at Wu Xiaoling.

Wu Xiaoling put down the hot tea and said with palpitations: "The two of us have hundreds of people and want to destroy the workshops of a few more gentry and big families, so as to cause more chaos...... There were more and more people in groups, and the two of us felt that the situation was not good, so we ran back with people, and almost got stuck in thousands of people and couldn't get out. ”

There are those who benefit in the bright moon, and there are those who suffer in the bright moon.

Mingyueji itself is okay, Wang San controls it more effectively, and everyone who works for him has food. Elsewhere, along the Han River, the situation is chaotic.

Carrying goods, picking up manure and cleaning up houses...... Someone has to do this kind of work, and correspondingly, there will naturally be gangs of all sizes. There are stewards' feet on the wharves, and there are shipwrecks in the Han River that are responsible for short-distance transportation, and there are foremen who specialize in transporting labor to the workshops, which we will call the White Power.

Mingyueji gradually prospered, with brothels and gambling halls. As a result, there are leaders who extort money, collect money and beat people, those who want to monopolize a certain industry, the green heads who lend usury, and the red heads who run low-end brothels, these people are collectively called the underworld forces.

Under the instruction of Huang Liren, the brokerage company elders and tooth officials who wanted to seize the living space brought a large number of outsiders. While these outsiders harassed Mingyuezhuang's workshop, they also had a fierce conflict with the local black and white forces in Mingyueji.

The black and white forces on the side of the Han River have grown with the growth of the Han River Workshop and the Bright Moon Collection, and are forming their own ecology and rules. Suddenly interrupted by external forces, the local black and white forces, which are not good at stubble, can imagine how resentful and confused they are in their hearts.

Mars has risen, and fuel is on fire.

The outsiders brought by the brokerage company and the Yaxing officials ruined the livelihood of the local forces, and they also wanted to bring the local black and white forces under their command.

At the beginning of the night last night, the blind stream of foreign ruffians hit the Hanjiang River workshop group, holding a large number of materials and smiling, which completely angered the local black and white forces: Damn, there are people behind you, who want to come here to take root, and we people still have a way to live? If you want to grab it, we will do it!

The black and white forces of Mingyueji and the porter bow are organized, manpowered, and have the combat effectiveness brought about by long-term fighting, which is far from being comparable to ordinary ruffians and blind streams. Thanks to Wu Xiaoling and Lei Cheng, they ran fast when they saw that the situation was not good, otherwise the consequences would be really difficult to say.

As Wu Xiaoling spoke, the new workshop in the third son's house was broken, and the steward took advantage of the chaos with the guards and workshop employees to escape and ran to the carpenter.

The workshops of the seven Liu families were the worst, and three workshop yards had already been broken. The people of the Liu family of the seven households ran to ask Wu Xiaoling and the others for help, but Wu Xiaoling, Lei Cheng, and Carpenter Cao naturally ignored them.

Mingyue gathers the local black and white forces, and knows best which workshop has money and which one has no money. With the addition of these people, the light band on the side of the Han River became brighter, and the fire of Mingyuezhuang was suppressed.

Local forces, outsiders, and local ruffians...... The Han River along the Han River, centered on Myeongwolji, was completely chaotic, and all the workshops were impacted. Some people lifted rocks and hit themselves the feet.

Wang San looked at the firelight of the workshop groups on the left and right speechlessly, wiped the cold sweat, and asked Wang Da, who had just run up, "Big brother, have our people been evacuated?" ”

"Evacuated. A few merchants also want to hide from our side and want us to move some things. ”

"When is it, do you still care about those altars and jars?!" Wang San was angry, "All merchants who have been paying management fees, no matter how big or small, can come and take refuge." As for their things, who has the life to help them move? Is the target not big enough?! ”

Wang Da scratched his head, he didn't understand much, he remembered what Wang San meant, and went down to do something.

After Wang San learned the news of the local black and white forces' rally, he was up and down in his heart, and evacuated all the people who were doing things for him to several attic compounds of his own in advance.

Wang San gave up a lot of money, food and materials for this, but he didn't care, as long as Mingyue was there, he could earn back how much money he had.

What Wang San fears most at the moment is not the blind ruffians running around, not the outsiders with backstage, nor the organized and targeted local forces, but those people along the Han River and among the mountains on both sides of the river.

Wang San looked at the night sky illuminated by the firelight and muttered, "Don't mess with those people." Hungry and crazy, but they can do anything......"

Eighteen miles southwest of Mingyueji, on the south bank of the Han River.

There are not many workshops here, only seven or eight, and the owners of the workshops or the people behind them are familiar people, because all the workshops are surrounded by semi-enclosed compounds, and there are guards armed with bows and arrows at several intersections.

Seeing that it was difficult to start, Bao Jiali had to sigh secretly. Although more than 40 people have been pulled up to mingle in the rivers and lakes, he is only a small person in the Han River, and there is no way to take the well-defended workshop compound.

He was about to leave and try his luck elsewhere, but Bao Jiali heard a report from his subordinates that there was a homeless shack nearby, and there were beautiful little girls in it.

Bao Jiali led the brothers over the flat hills to a hidden hill, and sure enough, they found two sheds.

Looking at the pair of sisters in tattered clothes in front of him, who looked beautiful and trembling, Bao Jiali, who was full of blood, was about to have a good fortune, when he heard a sound from the corner on the right. Then, scrawny homeless people appeared, torches shining on their expressionless faces......

"Why, here?" The tone is low, but very steady.

Bao Jiali's cronies looked at the blood all over the ground and the boss's head, and replied tremblingly: "Mingyue is in chaos, the boss will take us to make a fortune." ”

"Those workshops, messed up?" The outcast leader has a wide skeleton. He raised an eyebrow and asked with interest.

"Yes, yes."

"Why, it's messing up?"

"I heard that there are people, I think, I want to deal with Mingyuezhuang."

"Oh, that's bullshit again." The leader of the exiles cut off the heads of Bao Jiali's cronies, shook off the severed handle of the Pu knife in his hand, and strode to the top of the hill.

Perhaps stimulated by the firelight along the Han River and Myeongwolzhuang, his eyes were faintly red.

"It's a mess, it's a mess...... The workshop is in a mess, it's a mess, hahaha! It's a mess......"

Half an hour before the rooster crowed, a group of displaced people walked out of the mountains along the Han River and on both sides.

The ragged and even naked homeless people were expressionless, with red eyes, and rushed towards the Mingyue Gathering and the workshop group without saying a word.