An Chun sat on a small boat, quietly watching the bustling night scene of Bianliang, Tokyo. A few days ago, Manichaeism made a big disturbance in Bianliang, Tokyo, and set fire to Wazi Street...... But it makes the Bianliang people hate it so much that the roots of their teeth itch!

It's so good to die, what do you say you burn some? Daxiangguoji Temple, Imperial Palace, Gen Yue...... It's really not good, you burned down the tower courtyard! What are you doing burning Wazi Street? Did those charming sisters provoke you?

It's the New Year, and this doesn't make people entertain?

However, this does not delay the Bianliang people to come out to have fun and eat and drink during the Spring Festival, the bridges above the Bianhe River are bustling, the traffic is like weaving, and there are jubilant red lanterns everywhere.

A bridge with stone piers and wooden beams is located in a slightly remote location, which is the Wan'an Bridge where Song Wen wanted to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river.

The boat docked silently under the bridge, An Chun and several boatmen on the boat were silent, sitting quietly on the boat waiting for something.

The night was getting darker, and there were fewer and fewer people on the street and boats on the water.

Seven or eight black shadows quietly gathered under the Wan'an Bridge, and a man in black bowed to An Chun: "I've seen An Teamzheng!"

An Chun nodded, glanced at the man in black...... "It's all here?" ”

"A total of six of the best brothers in the water, all here!"

"Okay, after that, you all come with me, let's go to Dengzhou to find Langjun together."

Several Qingshan Camp Township soldiers who had been hiding in Bianliang for a long time showed joy on their faces, as if they had long wanted to leave the prosperous imperial capital of Bianliang.

An Chun pointed to a big rock on the shore ......, "Back then, our Lang Jun was humiliated, and he was saved by Li Yan's sect leader in this place, and then he was angry and worked hard all the way from a slave, but he never cared about glory and wealth, and he was bent on saving me and other people who were as humble as dirt!" ”

"Huh? Really?"

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun was also desperate back then!"

"After I go back, I want to give Li Jiaotou a bowl of wine!"

A group of young people gathered around the big rock and almost worshipped.

Song Wen is like a god in the hearts of all the Qingshan Camp villagers......

An Chun calmed people's hearts, pointed to the water surface four or five zhang away from the big stone, and said softly: "In the dead of night, let's salvage the property!" Then take a boat out of the East Water Gate in the early morning to meet Lang Jun! ”

"Subordinates obey!"

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Wang Zhiwei couldn't bear the doubts in his heart, so he left his boat and came to the grain ship behind.

A few township soldiers left by Song Wen guarded a cart of grain, all of which were packed in sacks, which was extremely heavy...... Wang Zhiwei knew in his heart that he might not be able to use gold and silver property inside, but he was very curious, how did Song Wen assassinate Fang La with less than 200 cavalry and seize so much property?

A nervous account office came to hand over to a few village soldiers, and when he saw the proprietor, he immediately bowed down and saluted: "Wang Yuan has seen the proprietor!"

"Well, thank you! Did they ask us to come and receive a sum of money? ”

"Back to the proprietor, yes! Song Langjun sent a message, saying that he would pay a deposit to the proprietor...... For food settlement! ”

Wang Zhiwei shook his head: "It seems that we are eyeing the last batch of grain this year, and we can settle it at the price of eighty percent."

The old bookkeeper took an apprentice, and the apprentice was still holding a jujube wood in his arms to weigh gold and silver, and he stood there a little helplessly, not daring to look at Wang Zhiwei.

With a creak, the hatch opened...... Two twenty-year-old Qingshan Battalion Township soldiers walked out dressed as sailors, and said to Wang Zhiwei: "Feng Xiaogang, the head of the left battalion of Qingshan Battalion, has seen Wang Dongzhu!" This is a letter from my family Langjun to the king's proprietor! ”

Wang Zhiwei nodded, took the letterhead and read it...... It is indeed the slightly stiff font of Song Wen...... I don't know how much energy he spent learning to read and write when he was born as a turtle in a Qinglou......

"Ahh This ......"

Wang Zhiwei's face changed suddenly, then he shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Lao Wang, take back your nickname and change it to a big name!" Song Langjun only told me before that he wanted to order food...... I didn't expect him to have such a big deal? It's ...... The gold and silver in this are just deposits! ”

The two villagers arched their hands and said, "The proprietor can count it slowly, and then just wait for me to give me a number...... Lang Jun said that he trusted the proprietor of the king! ”

Wang Zhiwei nodded: "Okay!" In that case, I will take the goods...... Let Song Langjun rest assured, I, Wang Zhiwei, ......"

The hatch was wide open, and there were two villagers inside who were cutting the sacks with their hands and feet, and there was a loud noise...... Piles of gold and silver ingots and silver collars rolled to the ground, and Wang Zhiwei roughly counted forty or fifty sacks!

The old bookkeeper and the apprentice were dumbfounded, this ...... How much gold and silver is this!

Wang Zhiwei's face was serious, and he arched his hand and said, "Several, these...... You have to dock and weigh carefully, and ask a few supervisors to be present! Otherwise, I'm afraid ......"

The two villagers glanced at each other and nodded: "It's okay, just do what the proprietor Wang said......

Song Wen hadn't heard from the grassland and Yelu Shange for a long time, which was not a good thing...... It shows that the war between the Jurchens and the Great Liao has entered a one-sided situation!

The caravans of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce began to operate frequently, and Song Wen began to spend a large amount of money, frantically hoarding strategic resources such as grain, iron, horses, and livestock in all channels, and the massive wealth accumulated for several years was rapidly disappearing......

Mr. Sun Mou began to be frightened again, and the abacus disappeared as quickly as a mud ox into the river, turning into a team of materials slowly gathering in Dengzhou, and even making the business of the commercial houses and inns near Dengzhou much better.

Dengzhou is going to change to Zhizhou!

This is an uncontrollable unstable factor for Song Wen, but Song Wen doesn't care anymore...... The imperial court will go north to attack Da Liao next year at most, and after a short period of joy, the Great Song Dynasty will immediately face a catastrophe, and then it will be another year of survival...... Finally, the Northern Song Dynasty court was completely destroyed!

That year, the year of disturbance and chaos, and the three or two years after the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty was the best opportunity for Song Wen to gain a foothold in Dengzhou and occupy the peninsula against all enemies. The entire northern land was lost, and the anti-Jin rebel army formed by the civil volunteers, as well as the soldiers of the Western Army who were scattered...... They are all the soldiers that Song Wen dreams of!

And before that, Song Wen needs a public identity...... An indispensable name of this era!

Gao Yu has been resting at home on leave for the past few days, and the Bianliang chaos is over, and Tong Guan has made contributions in Jiangnan, and Gao Yu is very interested in not showing his status in Sanya.

So Gao Yu avoided Song Huizong and Zhao Ji's worst mood and rested at home for a few days.

The confidant butler stood outside the door of the study and announced, "Master, there is a gift list delivered!" Dengzhou. ”

Gao Yu was stunned for a moment, he didn't doubt that the Bianliang Rebellion had something to do with Song Wen, especially that Mr. Li...... One of the culprits who plotted to rob Song Wenwazi Street was actually killed by an arrow when he was the master!

But I can't believe that Song Wen has such ability and guts, isn't it good for Fly Camp Dog Gou to run his small military village and business outside Bianliang? Recommending Yang Zhi, who is disgusted by him, to be a soldier and horse envoy in Dengzhou, can be regarded as finding a protective umbrella for himself...... Can I deduct Song Wen's dividends in the gambling club, but I can't do it?

Originally, I was still thinking about whether to find an opportunity for Song Wen to return to Bianliang and find an officer for him to do in the Sanya, wouldn't it be good? You can also help yourself make the gambling club bigger and stronger.

Gao Yu thought wildly, raised his hand and picked up the gift list......

"Huh?"

The housekeeper lowered his head, deliberately not seeing his master's surprised expression!

"This ...... Three thousand taels of gold! Three boxes of pearls, 30,000 taels of silver! This...... Is this guy crazy? Ask for an official...... The official ...... of Dengzhou

At the same time, Liang Shicheng, the hidden minister of the Great Song Dynasty, was also looking at a gift list! But he just frowned......

"Song Wen? It's been a long time since I've heard that name...... What does this little turtle boy want to do? Such a big deal? was kicked out of Bianliang, but he could still accumulate such a big net worth...... It's a talent! ”