Winter comes quickly, and when the cold weather comes overnight, it makes people shiver.

The carriage stopped and walked, and after passing the territory of Jiangxi, it entered Huguang. Bu Laodao didn't know where to chase the little monk, and Yang Fan didn't care, anyway, when he entered Bashu, someone would naturally tell him where Wang Su'er went. Chen Wangting never understood why with Yang Fan's ability, he would let the little monk snatch away the hanging coffin that even Bu Lao Dao valued so much.

The carriage slowly drove into Changsha Mansion, and Chen Wangting saw that Changsha Mansion was not far away, and asked with some doubts: "Yang Ye, this hanging coffin is really so magical?" He recalled that Bu Laodao was nervous at that time, and he was a little incredible, he had never seen Bu Laodao care so much about something.

"It's so magical. I'll just say it, that's a lie. Yang Fan ate bean candy and dusted the crumbs in his hands, "I'm also caught up in Bu Laodao's nonsense, and I really want to go and see it." People are always curious about the new and unknown. ”

"It doesn't make sense, if this is really the case, why does even Daoist Bu care so much?"

"Him?" Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "You can just treat him as a psychopath." He sometimes can't understand what Bu Laodao is thinking, and he looks like he doesn't like to answer the court, which can be seen in his attitude towards Zhu Qi. For the rivers and lakes, it seems that he loves to ignore it, but he looks unhappy with no one. has a stinky temper, which is estimated to be raised by invincible opponents all over the world.

Yang Fan is preparing to find Wang Su'er, and it is not groundless. On the one hand, he was worried that Wang Su'er would not have a good time and what would happen, and on the other hand, he was also a fundamental purge of such a peasant uprising that had exhausted the national strength. He already understood that relying on the suspicious Zhu Youzhen and the army of bandits vying for military merits to slowly exhaust the last national strength of the Ming Dynasty was absolutely terrifying.

Yang Fan knew that in the real history, until the moment when Chongzhen destroyed the country in the seventeenth year. The army of the imperial court is still fighting at two ends, not only to destroy the increasingly powerful rebel army, but also to prevent Jiannu from going south, how to win.

Born in a new era. Yang Fan, who grew up under the red flag, should logically support the peasant uprising, or directly lead the peasants in the great proletarian revolution. Overthrow the feudal dynasty, establish the proletariat, and finally reach **. However, this "beautiful", I can only think about it, if I really want to do this, it is estimated that he Yang Fan has not yet overthrown the feudal dynasty, and he may be cut down by the gang under his command first.

After all, it is difficult for recklessness to become a climate. Confucianism and Taoism have always paid attention to the right word. Unless there is a huge disparity in strength, or it has been falling apart for a long time. For example, five dynasties and ten kingdoms, the Northern and Southern Dynasties. At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the reason why Zhu Yuanzhang was able to call the emperor with recklessness was that there were still some ethnic plots in it, and when he was a righteous army with Chen Youliang, he was in the name of expelling the Tatars, which was the famous division.

The carriage slowly entered Changsha Mansion. Yang Fan asked Chen Wangting to find a good inn and settle a large box of silver and other belongings, but he stood in an inconspicuous corner, holding a stone. Carve a symbol into the wall and wait there quietly.

After about a stick of incense, a scholar in a navy blue jacket walked over and stood on Yang Fan's side. With his hands on his sleeves, he looked around. In the end, it seemed that there was only one person with Yang Fan, who was always standing there, so he touched Yang Fan's arm and said, "Hey." This is what you painted? ”

"Yes." Yang Fan didn't expect it to be so smart. When Song Chenggou's old Jianghu letter told him that now the eyeliner of the storytelling league has spread all over Huguang, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Yanjing, and Shandong, Yang Fan still didn't believe it. Song Chenggou also told him that as long as he drew a special street symbol on the corner of the street, someone would naturally come to answer it.

Yang Fan underestimated the charm of silver. In these years, everything is lacking, but what is not lacking is manpower. Not to mention five taels of silver a year, even three taels of silver, there will be people who squeeze their heads and drill into it. Yang Fan saw that the scholar was well-behaved, so he asked, "How many years have you studied?" ”

That person is not stupid, the person above has explained that the person who drew this symbol is either rich or expensive, so he has a heart and replied respectfully: "I have been in the examination for a few years, I was a child when I was young, and then I took the exam a few times, and I didn't make any progress, so I came back to teach Maotou and read and write." ”

"How did you get into this station?"

"I, my uncle is a storyteller, it seems that two months ago came to a young colleague who traveled the rivers and lakes together, talked all night, and then my uncle told me, five taels of silver a year, don't do anything else, usually continue to teach, and tell him any information."

"Like you, your uncle, how many have you found?"

The scholar glanced at Yang Fan with some vigilance, and said, "Childe should go to my uncle's place and ask him in person." He was still a little suspicious of Yang Fan, and he was ready to leave everything to his old uncle.

The two of them turned around and finally arrived at a hut that exuded the smell of ancient wood unique to the old streets and alleys. The middle-aged scholar knocked on the door three times and said, "Uncle, a guest is coming." ”

"Wait." Voices came from inside the room. It was half a ring before the door opened. The storyteller saw that Yang Fan was dressed extraordinarily, so he asked, "This is ......?"

When the scholar said something about that symbol, the old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Dare to ask if this son's surname is Yang?" ”

"Exactly."

The old man hurriedly invited Yang Fan into the house and said, "There is finally news of Little Yang Ye." At the beginning, the connector in Jinling wrote to say that Yang Ye may have to pass through Changsha, let me wait for a preparation, pinch the day, and estimate that these days are almost coming, so I have been asking someone to inquire about your whereabouts. ”

Yang Fan motioned for the old man to sit down and asked, "How is the informant from Changsha Mansion arranged?" ”

After all, the old man is an old man, handed over a roster, and said, "Little Yang, look." It's all our threads. If you want to know anything, the ward will do it. ”

Yang Fan opened the roster and saw that there were all kinds of people. Gamblers, courtesans, peddlers, pawns, teachers, etc., seem to be in all walks of life. The old man said: "Little Yang Ye, don't underestimate these inconspicuous little people. I usually come into contact with a lot of people. I, Qin Gui, dare to say that they are the most well-informed in the entire Changsha Mansion. ”

Yang Fan handed the roster back to Old Man Qin and said, "Good job." Sure enough, some things still have to be handed over to the people in the rivers and lakes, slippery, as long as there is more silver, you will be satisfied with the work. (To be continued.) )