Three days later, on Wuyun Mountain, Wang Yi stood in front of the straw hat man and the bearded man again.

The bearded man looked at Mo Qian who was standing in front of him, and couldn't help but smile and said: "You are really strange, I have been a thief for several years, and you are the first to be ransomed and sent to the door by yourself, Xiucaigong, what, is it because my life in the mountains is too good?" ”

Mo Qian said coldly: "I'm not here to be your meat ticket!" ”

"Oh? If you don't make meat tickets, then what are you here for? ”

"I'm here to join in!"

"Occupancy? Hahaha! ”

"Look at you, this thin-skinned and tender flesh, whether you can afford a knife is a question, with your small body, you still want to join the gang as a bandit?"

Mo Qian smiled coldly and said, "I'm different from you, I rely on my brain, and you don't know until you die!" ”

"Dying? Xiucaigong, are you stupid to read? ”

"Hmph, stupid or not, you will know after listening to me!"

"Well, this king will listen to the high arguments of Xiucai Gong today!" With that, he sat down.

"Big boss, I only want to ask you one question, do you just want to be a thief for a lifetime on this dark cloud mountain?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Mo Qian moistened his throat.

"Two masters, since you have become bandits in the mountains, many of the merchants and villagers in the past must have been plundered by you, right?"

The two couldn't help but nod their heads when they heard this.

Mo Qian was right, from the first day they were thieves, they began to live a life of robbery.

The waterways of Yuanzhou Mansion are criss-crossed, and most of the merchants want to transport goods by the waterway of the Yuan River.

There is no other reason, because it is not only convenient to take the water route, but also the speed is many times faster than the land route.

The Yuan River extends in all directions, to the east you can enter the fairy lake of Xinyu County next door, and then from the fairy lake to the east into the Ganjiang River basin, and then from the Ganjiang River north to the Yangtze River, to the east all the way down is the city of Nanjing.

The waterway is so developed that the transportation of the imperial court has to go through the Yuan River.

The two of them were bandits in Wuyun Mountain, not far from the Yuan River, how could there be a reason to hold a golden rice bowl and not hold rice.

Of course, the two of them were guarding the Yuan River to eat, and they didn't dare to rob the big boats and official ships passing by, but those small fish and shrimp still dared to move.

"What does Mo Gongzi mean by this?" The straw hat man asked Mo Qian puzzled.

Mo Qian smiled slightly and said, "I just said that you don't know until you die.

The Yuan River is an important traffic waterway in the Yuan Zhou Mansion, and if you dare to rob the Yuan River, I am afraid that the government will already know about your gang now, and it is estimated that it is now planning when to send troops to exterminate you! ”

As soon as the two of them heard this, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Hurriedly asked Mo Qian: "Then what do you say?" ”

"Your first priority now is not to kill people, but to expand your strength, otherwise you won't even have the qualifications to resist when the government comes!"

As soon as the two leaders heard this, they immediately agreed.

The beard even clapped on the spot and said: "Xiucaigong, from now on you are the third master of our Wuyun Mountain!" ”

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Mo Qian fell into the grass, yes, he really fell into the grass!

After three days of running around the county, Mo Qian's heart was already dead.

A woman she had never met sold herself to the Qinglou in order to save herself, but she died tragically on the night she was sold into the Qinglou, and her body was thrown into a mass grave.

It took Mo Qian three days to inquire about everything clearly, and the old bustard of the Qinglou took out Sanniang's virgin body for public auction in order to make money, and finally a passing official auctioned Sanniang's first night right.

Everyone doesn't know what happened next, but everyone knows a little that Sanniang died that night and was stabbed to death by that big official.

After knowing the truth of the matter, Mo Qian didn't think about it, and went directly to Wuyun Mountain, if nothing else, he wanted revenge!

And the big official who forced Sanniang to death was Jiang Yingzhao, who was transferred from Yunnan to Jiangxi as the chief soldier.

After Mo Qian inquired about this person's identity, he knew that this revenge was not easy to revenge, and he was a talented man who went to take revenge on the commander of a military region in the imperial court, obviously hitting a stone with an egg.

If you want revenge, you must have your own strength, and Mo Qian's first thought was rebellion!

I didn't expect to go up the mountain and fall into the grass so smoothly, and I was appointed as the third master of the cottage as soon as I went up the mountain.

At noon, Mo Qian became a guest of the two bandit leaders.

Mo Qian, who hadn't eaten for two days and two nights, could finally have a full meal.

But when Mo Qian saw the pot of gruel served, Mo Qian was stupid, he was not rich as a thief these days, and he couldn't eat it.

The straw hat man looked at Mo Qian's eyes and hurriedly explained: "Brother Mo, don't blame my brother for not bringing good wine and food to entertain you, it's just that the mountains are too poor, and we are also hungry and full!" ”

"Understood, understood!"

Mo Qian has 10,000 understandings in his heart, and he has gone up the mountain and fallen into the grass, and he still expects to live a life of big fish and meat.

It's good to have something to eat, and now in this year, there are a few families who can eat dry at once.

Mo Qian, who inherited his memory, couldn't help but think of the hard years of the past.

Every month, when the day of receiving rice came, he went to the county office early to line up to receive rice, but every time he could only receive a small bag of old rice, and he was counting on that little millet to feed himself for a month.

This time, in order to go to Nanchang, the provincial capital, to participate in the township test, I still asked my classmates and friends to borrow the travel expenses.

The borrowed two taels of silver ended up in the pocket of the bandits.

I've been hungry for two days now, and it's nice to have something to eat.

Wang Yi quickly pulled out the gruel in the bowl and quickly ate it cleanly, not even as fast as the two masters sitting next to him.

After eating and drinking, the three of them sat together and chatted, and Wang Yi learned the identities of the two masters.

The beard is the big boss of the cottage, his real name is Zhang San, yes, he is indeed called Zhang San.

Because he was the third in the family, his father was a poor farmer in Yuanzhou Mansion and had no education, so he was named Zhang San the moment he was born.

and another second-in-command who wears a straw hat is called Lu Zhao.

Mo Qian looked at Lu Zhao, who had been wearing a straw hat, and couldn't help but ask with some curiosity, "Why do you keep wearing a straw hat?" ”

Mo Qian's words made Lu Zhao stunned, and then he slowly took off the straw hat on his head, revealing his true face.

As soon as the straw hat was removed, Mo Qian saw a large scar on Lu Zhao's forehead.

"What is this?" Mo Qian couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"He was scalded on a latte plate by the landlord of their town!"

"Why are they scalding you with a teppanyaki?"

"Hey, it's not the three acres of land that made trouble!"

Lu Zhao slowly explained what happened.

It turned out that Lu Zhao was a self-cultivated farmer in Wentang Town, under the rule of Yuanzhou Prefecture, and his family had more than 30 acres of land handed down from his ancestors.

These 30 acres of fields are all excellent paddy fields, whether they are used to grow rice or vegetables, they all produce excellent results.

Relying on these thirty acres of land, Lu Zhao's life is quite passable, he married a wife, and gave birth to two boys and a girl, and his life is happy.

But this happy day was soon shattered.

When you have good things, there will always be people who are always thinking about them.

The thirty acres of paddy fields of Lu Zhao's family were favored by the town's landlord Yan Zhenchuan.

Yan Zhenchuan used all means to take away 27 acres of Lu Zhao's Tian Shengsheng, until three months ago, Yan Zhenchuan and the county order arbitrarily planted a crime on Lu Zhao'an, and directly arrested the county jail.

In order to save her husband, Lu Zhao's mother-in-law sold the only remaining three mothers of the family to the landlord Yan Zhenchuan, and then used the money from the sale of the land to bribe the county order, and Lu Zhao was released from prison.

When he learned that the last three acres of his family were taken by Yan Zhenchuan, Lu Zhao was angry, and he wanted to find Yan Zhenchuan desperately with the kitchen knife at home, but was stopped by his wife.

Yan Zhenchuan saw that Lu Zhao wanted to play with him, so he took the lead that night and ordered the Lu family's house.

Lu Zhao went to a friend for a drink that night because of anger and escaped, but he didn't expect that his house was set on fire, and his wife and children were all buried in the fire.

Lu Zhao angrily took a firewood knife to Yan's house that night to take revenge, but he was outnumbered, not to mention that he was caught, and he was burned with a red-hot iron plate on his forehead by the landlord.

Lu Zhao, who was devastated, was sent away overnight by the same village that night, and the desperate Lu Zhao met Zhang San to rob him again, so he simply joined the gang and became a bandit.

After listening to the story, Mo Qian couldn't help but sigh, and he couldn't imagine that Lu Zhao still had a tragic past.

This story makes people feel very angry just by listening to it, let alone the person concerned.

When Lu Zhao was telling the story, Mo Qian could almost see the green tendons on his arms bulging.

"This damn world!" Mo Qian scolded angrily.

"Xiucai Gong is right, this damn world, and the bird county order is not a good thing, for the sake of a little silver, a good person is forced to ruin his family, he must be a big corrupt official!" Zhang San was also gritting his teeth on the side.

"Third Brother Zhang, why did you fall into the grass?" Mo Qian looked at Zhang San's full face and beard, and thought to himself that this girl would at least be able to go to Hengdian to play Zhang Fei with this beard in the future life, and she could also play Li Kui next time.

"I just can't get used to the appearance of the bird government, and I don't want to pay taxes to the government, so I go up the mountain to feel free!"

It turned out that Zhang San was an ordinary farmer, and in recent years, the imperial court has increased taxes every year because of the conquest of Liaodong.

However, the increase in taxes has been added to these ordinary people, while the landlords who really have a lot of wealth are not pulling out a dime.

In the end, the Ming Dynasty died in the financial crisis.

Some people say that the Ming Dynasty died in the peasant uprising, but in fact, the fundamental reason was that it died on economic issues.

The imperial court could not collect the taxes of the landlords, so they could only collect them from the peasants, and the peaceful peasant uprisings in Liaodong were extremely costly, resulting in a heavy burden on the people.

Eventually, the economic system collapsed, and in the face of successive droughts in the north, the government not only failed to provide money for disaster relief, but continued to collect taxes.

The people who couldn't survive finally couldn't bear it anymore and rose up.

This phenomenon was already evident as early as when Chongzhen first ascended the throne, especially in the north.

Now that Chongzhen Xiao'er has been sitting on the emperor's throne for seven years, the salary is getting heavier and heavier every year, and the richest south cannot bear this heavy tax.

After communicating with the two, Mo Qian had already seen that the end of the Ming Dynasty was coming.