Zhao Zhensheng, Hebei people called "Sai Mengwei". If you want to say that the people in the rivers and lakes have no culture, the nickname is just a few words over and over again, and you always have to cover something shock. But anyone who is righteous and squanders money and likes to make friends can get in touch with Meng Wei.

Zhao Zhensheng's martial arts are only third-rate, he likes to help friends in the rivers and lakes, and he has won the respect of martial arts. His official face relied on a general of the Yuan people, who accounted for the mule and horse business in the three northern provinces, and was a wealthy man.

Now that he is over forty years old, his figure is blessed, and his martial arts have long been lost. The business is taken care of by the following people, and Zhao Zhensheng just feasts and drinks with friends in the rivers and lakes every day, so happy.

The carriage was full of cars and horses, and the Zhao family's convoy was moving forward, but in the carriage, Zhao Zhensheng's face was gloomy as water, and he silently looked at the pedestrians outside the curtain. After a long time, I opened a note in my hand that was no more than three inches to read. This note was originally folded into the shape of Fang Sheng, with a wax seal with a word flower, but no one has ever opened it.

This Fang Sheng was brought by a Shaolin lay disciple who occasionally passed by, and he only said that he was helping a friend deliver a letter.

When it was unfolded, it was written in a small line of iron-clad font.

"Brother Zhang is like a meeting:

Brother Jiu admired the name of Sai Mengwei, and he was yearning. If you have time, please meet at the Shaomuro Mountain. The younger brother should prepare a little thin wine and sweep the couch to greet him. ”

The next paragraph is a "Hong" word.

Zhao Zhensheng thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't remember that he knew a person with "Hong" in his name. This person sent a letter through a Shaolin disciple, and made an appointment at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, obviously had a close relationship with the Shaolin faction, and was likely to be a Shaolin disciple. The Shaolin sect has always had an excellent reputation, but it is not afraid of being a trap.

It's just that the title of "Brother Zhang" made his heart tremble. The martial arts friends he has made are not one thousand but eight hundred, but no one knows that he was originally surnamed Zhang! His family was originally a big salt merchant surnamed Zhang in the Song Dynasty, who was in charge of the public and private salt trade in several provinces, and he could be regarded as a rich country. The Mongols went south and uprooted the Zhang family, killing all the old and young of the family, and only one of them escaped.

He fled to the north alone and survived incognito. Now he is making friends with powerful people on the surface, but in private he gathers people from the rivers and lakes, just hoping that someone will rise up, and he will use his family wealth to gather a righteous army, against his mother!

So he couldn't give birth on the surface, and only took a few righteous sons to take care of the family business. In fact, he left a root in Lingnan, surnamed Zhang. Now that he has everything, seeing that the Yuan Court is unstable, he looks at it coldly every day, just waiting for a chance to fight for his life.

I didn't expect to receive this note today......

A month later, Zhao Zhensheng went south, at least under the mountain, and Lu Yuan greeted him.

The two talked freely in the Shaolin courtyard for three days, and Zhao Zhensheng said goodbye and left.

After Zhao Zhensheng returned, he claimed to have taken refuge in Buddhism. In a few months, the wealth of the Wanguan family was divided and scattered, and a giant was scattered in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, there have been several nobles of the golden family in most of the capitals. These were all tribes destroyed when the Blue Devils were raging, and only one of the family escaped. Fortunately, he carried enough tokens with him, and he was easily naturalized in the Zongren Mansion and became a nobleman in the capital who ate imperial grain.

These people have no authority, and naturally there are no businessmen to stutter about. relied on some imperial grain relief, and it was very "bitter". Therefore, these people sell some belongings, or do some businessmen to make a living, and the relatives and nobles also pretend not to know the way and do not ask.

Some of these people have a deep family background, and all of them are things that have been passed down from the steppe for a long time, and some are even exquisite artifacts plundered during the expedition to Europe. These things made the new and old aristocrats of the Yuan capital sigh at the same time and compete to buy them. These people have a huge amount of wealth, but they don't have much heart to rebuild the family, they just blindly spend all their time drinking, and the money disappears like flowing water in a blink of an eye, and people disappear.

There are also those who are good at making beautiful objects. Some can make gold carvings and silver ornaments of the Falun, there are ghostly interior mural snuff bottles, there are all kinds of greasy porcelain, some people are good at making all kinds of sandalwood furniture, and some people are good at dog fighting......

These furniture toys are all ingenious and exquisite, and they often take months to produce a piece, and each thing has attracted a trend, and it can easily be sold for thousands of taels of silver. Among them, the most wealthy gold family naturally collected the most, and scattered a lot of silk, gold and silver in exchange for utensils that only gods could enjoy.

There is also a legendary "Fushou ointment" that can only be eaten by immortals, but unfortunately most Mongolian nobles only hear its name. It is said that when the immortal medicine sees the wind, it becomes qi, and when it encounters wood, it turns into water. It can only be used in jade bowls, eaten with jade spoons, and can only be exchanged for beautiful jade, and vulgar things such as gold and silver cannot be exchanged for one or two even if they are piled up into a mountain. For a time, the world was precious and cheap, and countless Mongolian nobles collected beautiful jade, just in exchange for the supreme elixir that could prolong life and ascend to immortals.

Such disturbing things have come and gone one after another in the Yuan capital.

The Yuan people just felt that most of them were a little more lively than before, and the Han officials were worried about the sudden emptiness of the treasury.

These shocking riches, but under the operation of a person called "rich man", after changing hands a few times, they are hidden between the lake and the sea, just waiting for one day!

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Peng Yingyu, one of the five scattered people of Mingjiao.

Among the five scattered people, only Peng Yingyu and the monk are the most determined rebels. However, what the monk hopes for is to rebel against the imperial court with Mingjiao as the mainstay, and Peng Yingyu said, "I have long said that with the power of our Mingjiao alone, the Mongolian Tartars will not be able to catch up, and they must always contact the heroes and heroes of the world and work together to succeed." ”

In contrast, Peng Yingyu's overall view is stronger.

Historically, he was also one of the largest leaders of the anti-Yuan rebel army.

Monk Peng looked at a letter on the table in the room and frowned secretly. This newly opened "Yuelai Inn" is good, but the safety is not very good. I only left for half a moment, and this letter appeared on the table in the room out of thin air, and the companion Xiao Er didn't even know it!

When I walked over, I didn't rush to pick it up, but looked carefully first. An envelope made of simple rice paper is folded, with five big characters written on it: "Peng Yingyu personally opened". The font frame is quite strong, but the strokes are as thin as silk threads, which looks awkward.

Unable to observe anything left and right, Monk Peng picked open the envelope with a knife, and a wax seal fell out of it.

Rolling and stretching, there is never a hand in the middle. There are too many ghost tricks on the rivers and lakes, and we have to guard against them.

"If you know who the road is, please tell me at the bottom of the Shaomuro Mountain."

The inscription is a "Hong" word.

Peng Yingyu is both civil and military, and after a little thought, she understands the meaning of the word Hong.

"Has Han lost his land? Since it is a fellow traveler to drive out the Mongolian Tatars, it is the Longtan Tiger's Den, and it is necessary to break through it once! ”

Now the Ming Sect is divided, fighting for power and profit, and the infighting continues, but the original ideal of expelling the Tartars and restoring the clothes of the Han family has been thrown aside! Monk Peng Yingyu, who was bent on overthrowing the Yuan Dynasty, had long been disheartened by the Ming Sect. It's just that although Mingjiao is unbearable, it is the biggest anti-Yuan force in the rivers and lakes, and the others are even more hopeless. Peng Yingyu is in it, although there is the factor of brotherhood among the scattered people, and there is also the desire to hope that Mingjiao will be reunified and raise the banner of righteousness again.

After Peng Yingyu had a deep conversation with Lu Yuan, she placed an order directly in a small temple at the foot of Shaomu Mountain and became an ordinary monk.

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