"Miss Minyu, what does this mean?" Wang Anguo was very puzzled, he didn't understand what the inevitable connection between a letter and King Wu not sending a single soldier was.

However, Zhang Minyu's next words made him puzzled. "This letter is Mr. Luo Yuan's handwritten letter, which can be used as an army of 100,000."

"I see." Wang Anguo nodded. "Mr. Luo Yuan, who is plotting by ghosts and gods, if this is the case, then Xiao Ke can rest assured."

"Then, Miss Minyu, let's leave it ...... stop" Wang Anguo hugged his fist at Zhang Minyu, and together with Wang Ji, he waved his horsewhip and threw dust towards the eastern branch.

……

West of Selangor.

With Jiuli Mountain as the center, there are countless makeshift villages scattered around.

Although the Jiuli Cottage is very large, it is not enough to accommodate more than 20,000 people gathered from all over the country, and the eighteen-way bandits do not trust each other, so it is impossible to camp together.

At this time, Jiuli Mountain was already in flames, and almost everywhere, large and small arms battles broke out.

It's been three years, and the original Black Flag Army has long since declined, and now they are just the most ordinary bandits, who gamble their lives for their own interests.

More than 20,000 people, even if they are a rabble, they can be regarded as a not weak force, and those who can become the leaders of thieves have more or less their own ambitions.

Especially when no one person has enough prestige to conquer more than 20,000 people, the contradiction between lack of prestige and great ambition makes the vicinity of Jiuli Mountain a battlefield for the bandits of the Eighteen Roads to compete for the right to be the leader.

Open and secret battles are full of them.

"Boss Bao, Zhu Liu has been slaughtered by us, and the more than 800 people under him have decided to submit to Boss Bao, but Boss Bao is the first to look forward!"

A black-faced small leader came to the meeting hall of Jiuli Cottage and reported to Bao Yingyu, who was sitting on the first seat.

This place has been occupied by a group of people led by Bao Ying and used it as their own territory.

Bao Ying sat sideways on the seat covered with tiger skin, his eyes were slightly shining, and his face remained unchanged. "Well done, reward twenty taels of silver."

The little leader's face was overjoyed, and he thanked him again and again.

"Besides, has Cheng Yana's mother-in-law found it?"

……

North of Jiuli Mountain, the embankment of the Yellow River.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Cao, my limited ability caused such a thing to happen......"

Cheng Ya was dressed in a plain skirt, dressed as a peasant girl, and said apologetically to Cao Ping in front of her.

Cao Ping handed a package into Cheng Ya's hand and sighed. "After all, this thing is unpredictable, and I can't blame myself, you walk along the embankment to the east, after a short distance of Jiuli Mountain, and then turn south, you shouldn't meet the officers and soldiers or Bao Ying's people, as long as you get to Selangor and find Liu Shaozhu, maybe only he has a way to deal with this situation and prevent Bao Ying from persecuting our brothers and fighting with the officers and soldiers to send them to death......"

Cheng Yaqian nodded slightly and said silently. "If it's a slut, he'll have a way...... I'm going to get the slut back! Won't Uncle Cao go with you......"

"No, I'll stay in the cottage, maybe I can contain one or two, if I'm not there, with that Bao Ying's character, I won't take the lives of my brothers seriously......"

"Then Uncle Cao must be careful!"

"You're ...... too"

At this point, Cheng Ya bowed slightly, and after saying goodbye to Cao Ping, she turned around and left.

Looking at the gradually shrinking figure, Cao Ping murmured slightly. "I hope that after Young Master Liu sees Ya'er, he can understand my thoughts, and you won't come back, the remnants of the Black Flag Army are destined to disappear in this long river of history, and if you two can be well, even if the old man dies, he can go to see General Cheng with a smile."

……

The Shen family is a landlord, and collecting grain rent from tenants is the main source of income for the Shen family.

Compared with modern capitalists, landlords are much more comfortable, and even if they keep all their money in the bank and eat interest, they still need to worry about the depreciation of the currency caused by rising prices.

However, the grain of feudal society has always been hard currency, and as long as the title deed is in hand, the landlord will not worry about himself and his descendants not being able to eat.

However, when harvesting grain, there will always be some small things, and the farmers will want to keep more of the grain they have worked so hard to grow.

Therefore, it is also common for there to be some disagreements on rent collection, or not being able to collect food, and Ziyou was assigned by Shen Qiulian this time to collect rent as a quasi-uncle.

Although the farmers who farm are very worthy of sympathy, now is obviously not the time for sympathy to overflow, in order to achieve the goal of anti-guest, Ziyou must be ruthless and help the Shen family solve any problems.

This is just like modern employees, if they can exceed the expectations of the leader to complete the tasks they assign, then the speed of promotion and salary increase is naturally very fast, so that later, to the point where you can't do it, it is logical to want to become the actual controller of the enterprise.

This is easy to say, but difficult to say, not only requires ability, but also requires a certain amount of timing.

The situation in Hecun is that hundreds of households in the village refuse to hand over this year's grain rent on the grounds that this year's harvest is not good.

At the same time, the house slaves who have been sent to supervise the grain production of the tenants in Hecun all the year round also reported, but as those tenants said, it may be the cause of this batch of seeds, and this year's grain harvest is not enough.

"This is too much, as a tenant, you have to pay the grain rent on time and in the amount, and if you delay it, it is really a group of people, auntie, don't worry, I will definitely help you get this little thing done." Zi You said a big thing first, although he had never been to He Village and didn't know the specific situation, but the boat he believed in was naturally straight to the bridge, and it was always right.

"Well, then you go and prepare, go to He Village to investigate for a few days, and see if it is as they said, the grain is not harvested, if it is, you can reduce some grain rent, but you must also collect some of it, otherwise how can the field still be considered our Shen family?"

How many days do you need to stay in Hecun? No wonder Lin Ruoxi would say that after the stuffy room is over, it is very likely that there will be no chance to chat with her, but how can she know that the Shen family will definitely send her a task to go out, which is indeed strange.

Ziyou was about to get up, ready to pack his things and go out.

At this time, a family member came to report. "Zhang Ning of the Assassin's Mansion came to visit."

Speaking of Zhang Ning's up, Shen Qiulian's originally tense face eased slightly, after all, her husband's family was originally a member of the Zhang family, until Shen Qiulian's husband died, and the Shen family had no pillars, so she recruited Shen Qiulian back to her mother's house to preside over the affairs of the Shen family.

This Zhang Ning Qi can be regarded as Shen Qiulian who grew up, and his handsome and dashing appearance is even in line with Shen Qiulian's heart.

He deliberately asked Zhang Ningqi to also participate in the recruitment, but if he only picked up, he still lost to Liao Qingpeng, not to mention Ziyou.

This matter has passed, but as an in-law, there is still daily contact.

For example, now, Zhang Ningqi has appeared in the living room in white clothes, with that smile, that handsome appearance, and even the dog's tail flower at the door is ashamed to wither.

(To be continued.) )