"If you don't read it, you want to take revenge by reading, that's a fool's dream." Song Xiance replied, "Struggling to survive? In this world, most people have to struggle to survive. ”

"Refugees? You are no ordinary refugees. Song Xiance glanced at Zhiwen provocatively, "Ordinary refugees can knit sweaters?" Do ordinary refugees have the ability to march and set up such a march? Ordinary refugees dare to kill? ”

Since he saw the two enemies die in front of his eyes, most of his heart was resolved, and then he figured out that revenge needs to be done by himself, and he was refreshed, and the whole person came out of his grief, and his words were as sharp as ever.

Zhiwen smiled and did not answer.

"Give me a good word, do you want it?"

"There is a scholar who is willing to flee with us, that is something that cannot be desired, if you want it, why not." Zhiwen is worried that there are too few literate people, and with such a historical celebrity joining, he will naturally not turn away.

"Since I'm not an outsider anymore, there's something I want to ask these two people." Song Xian Ce Nunu mouth, saying that the target is Brother Cheng and the third child.

Zhiwen nodded in agreement, he also had questions to ask these two people, since someone did it for him, it was just right, besides, as a local, Song Xiance should know some secrets, so he must be able to ask more about the idea.

"This little brother, just ask if you have anything, our brothers will definitely not hide what they know." Brother Cheng heard that the young man in front of him was a scholar, so he didn't dare to slack off.

"What do you call them?"

"This is the third child, he calls me Brother Cheng."

"Don't you have a more formal name? For example, what is the last name and what is it called? ”

Brother Cheng was silent for a while, and then said quietly, "How can a person who has even had the face to use the name given by his parents to use the name given by his parents, and he has insulted his ancestors." ”

Song Xiance was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but feel the same as "the same person who has fallen from the end of the world", isn't it because he can't take revenge, and his original name "Kang Nian" is useless, and in order to commemorate his classmates and friends who died for him, he changed his name to Song Xiance.

"Brother Cheng, third brother," Song Xiance's tone was much softer, "You should have set off from Puzhou this morning and came to pursue us, right?" ”

As long as the IQ is online, judging the origin of these two people is a piece of cake for Song Xiance.

"Yes." The two nodded in unison.

"And who was your original employer?"

"Yan Xiucheng."

"Sure enough, it's this old thing." Song Xiance snorted coldly, "The salt merchants in the two places are the most closely followed by the Fan family. ”

Although he grew up in Puzhou, whether it is a local salt merchant or a grain merchant in northern Jin, he has little to do with ordinary people, so Song Xiance originally had no preference, but now that his father and mother friend were killed by the grain merchant, he naturally hated the grain merchant and the people who took refuge in the grain merchant.

"Did Fan Yongdou ask him to send someone?"

"I don't know if it's Fan Yongdou, I just heard people call him Fan Dagongzi, Yan Xiucheng treats him, that's a lot of stammering."

"That's not wrong, it's him, Fan Yongdou." Song Xiance has anger hidden in his eyes, this person is the real murderer who caused his family to be ruined.

Fan Yongdou, you think that the action of nine out of ten has failed.

Originally, he asked Brother Cheng and the third child, just to confirm that the mastermind behind the scenes was Fan Yongdou, and at this time, thinking that the enemy's plan was destroyed, and he was still involved in it, Song Xiance felt inexplicably happy in his heart.

As long as he can make the enemy unhappy, even if it is just a small thing, he can get a little bit of revenge.

"Brother Zheng, you heard, Yan Xiucheng is just a lackey, and it is Fan Yongdou who really covets you." As for what he coveted, Song Xiance believed that Zhiwen was very clear.

Zhiwen nodded, let the professionals ask is different, a few words to find out the mastermind behind the scenes, now I finally know who is thinking about himself, otherwise I don't even know who the enemy is, this taste is like a thorn in the back.

"Brother Zheng, do you know who this Fan Yongdou is?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Xiance suddenly asked.

"I and the other Xiaomin have all fled from northern Shaanxi, how can we know, why don't Brother Song tell us?" Zhiwen really wants to know about it, and knows himself and his opponent.

"Fan Yongdou, the eldest son of the Fan family, and the Fan family is the head of the eight major grain merchants in northern Shanxi, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the wealth is rivaled by the country. As for how they made their home, this is a long story. ”

Next, Song Xiance told the history of the Fan family's fortune, the focus of which was that they privately sold strategic materials prohibited by the imperial court, such as iron tools and grain, to Jiannu, and handled the property stolen from the Han people for Jiannu, to put it bluntly, it was to sell the stolen goods for Jiannu.

In just over ten years, the Fan family, along with the other seven grain merchants, has expanded rapidly, and even the old Jinnan salt merchants and Hui merchants have been compared with them.

In recent years, they have spared no money and caught up with a few bigwigs from the DPRK and China, and they are even more unscrupulous.

"Is that true?" Hearing this, the third child suddenly stretched out his hand and wanted to arrest Song Xiance to ask, but was blocked by Brother Cheng in time.

"These are not secrets, do I need to lie to you?" Song Xiance asked rhetorically, "If you stay in Puzhou for a few more days, you will naturally know." ”

"Damn, they are the enemy," the third man beat his chest and shouted, and then slashed the ground with a knife, splashing snow everywhere, "These people ignore the law of the country, do they still have the prince of heaven and earth in their eyes, and do they have the people of the Ming Dynasty?" ”

"Hehe, where else can they see besides money." Song Xiance also said hatefully.

This is troublesome, Zhiwen feels that Fan Yongdou has such a big battle, presumably not just for sweaters, I am afraid that with his vision, he has seen the huge profits of woolen cloth.

With such a weak strength, being targeted by such a hungry tiger, Zhiwen now has the feeling that a three-year-old child is holding gold to pass the market.

Don't look at them tonight because of the time, location, and people, they won a big victory, but for Fan Yongdou, the loss is not even a dime, as long as he is willing to spend money, Zhiwen believes that whether it is the underworld or the white way, all kinds of troubles will continue to come to the door.

What's next?

Everyone saw Zhiwen pacing back and forth, bowing their heads and pondering, they all didn't bother him, they dispersed, and went to work, even Xiao Yingniang and Xiao Jie and others who had just rushed back, seeing this situation, did not greet Zhiwen, and went to the bottom of the mountain to help.

At the foot of the mountain is the official road, tonight here has become a battlefield, many people have died, we must rush before dawn, clean the road, leave no traces, otherwise it will be seen by other passers-by, and the officers and soldiers will inevitably be attracted to it.

For these things, Li Zhi will issue tasks and arrange for the refugees to do them, and Kewang and Dingguo will also bring people to cooperate, so they don't have to worry about Zhiwen.