After another round of the Ancient Tea Horse Road, following the map drawn earlier, no disaster occurred, and the group of Mazhuang, under the leadership of Chen Jing, quickly left the border.

When he got on the horse and ran not far away, the outline of Dingyuan Town was already close in front of him.

Chen Jing's face was happy. Although it was delayed for some time, fortunately, there was no danger, and finally a meal was fished out from the tiger's mouth of the Shang Rudder.

"Owner, do you want to enter the city?"

"No." Chen Jing frowned. In Dingyuan Town, there were many dormant merchants, and he could even guess that these people were inextricably linked to Sima Zhuo.

Bringing so many horses into the city will only make people feel good. He has the heart to see Liu Zun again and worship Mr. Big's ancestral hall again, but the world does not tolerate it, and all things are used as dogs. If it's all right, don't get into trouble again.

"Follow the forest road, rush to the village in front, and buy dry food and water bags."

"Urging the horse—"

Xing Xiaojiu raised his head, vaguely became the leader of a group of big men, only shouted, and the accompanying Zhuang people did not linger any longer, took the reins, and quickly rushed back to Huaizhou.

……

Huaizhou, the river surface of Dengfeng North City, on a delicate flower boat. There are no flower girls, no banquets, not even small maids.

Sima Zhuo closed his eyes with his hands closed, stood still for a long time, and stood silently on the bow of the boat.

For about half an hour, a black shadow jumped out of the water, and quickly jumped in front of Sima Zhuo with light skills.

"Meet the master."

Sima Zhuo opened his eyes, and a pair of eyes revealed depth.

"Tell the news."

"The ghost fox in the capital has already sent a letter, saying that Yuan Siqiao is going south."

Sima Zhuo smiled.

Ghost Fox, just a code name. More seriously, it's like a partner who does great things together.

"Hu Zun, that fool, will rush to ask for credit as soon as there is a little wind and grass. You see, only to find a little sign of a private equity army, so he hurriedly wrote to Mr. Big. Sima Zhuo lowered his head and smiled even more.

"Where does he know, I deliberately let him know."

"The master means—"

"Those who do great things are like taking chestnuts from the fire, and the more they burn, the more fragrant the chestnuts will be. Reform and reform, I look at the current situation, Mr. Big's side, it seems to be pressed and beaten. In that case, what does it matter if I help him once. ”

The black-clothed dead man was silent for a while, his face still puzzled.

"The master is the man of the gate valve......"

"You are wrong, no matter what the restoration, no matter what the change, what I want is that this pot of fire is burning more and more fiercely and vigorously. In this way, we have a chance to eat a fragrant chestnut. You open your eyes wide and take a good look at it again, how long can this huge dynasty last? Outside, Beidi and Qingzhou are eyeing each other, and inside there are two factions fighting endlessly, officials are greedy for money, and the people are complaining. I have read a lot of history books from ancient times to the present, and it is like this bad omen, which is a sign of the imminent fall of a dynasty. ”

"Gate valve? In my life, Sima Zhuo, I don't want to be the head of the gate valve family. What I want—"

Sima Zhuo paused, turned his back to the sky, and let out a heavy breath.

"Mr. Big wants to save the country and save his name, and the old gate valve wants to keep the blessings of future generations, which is originally a struggle between water and fire, which cannot be dissolved. And I, Sima Zhuo, am the last person to close the net. ”

The black-clad dead man smiled.

In other words, this time is equivalent to ...... The evidence was handed over, and the situation in the court, the reformers were about to recover again. ”

Sima Zhuo smiled lightly, "The master of the capital originally asked me to pull another rebel army. I wrote to him, and in the letter he said that even the generals of the fourth battalion of Manshan are now Hu Zun's people. It's better to recruit an army and pretend to be a rebel...... And behold, they agreed, and they got in. ”

"The master is wise...... By the way, master, there is also a piece of information, which is about Chen Jing. ”

Sima Zhuo narrowed his eyes and nodded subconsciously.

Regarding Chen Jing, he has been paying attention, paying attention to which side of the avenue this little proprietor he is waiting for.

"After Chen Jing entered the border of Wuzhou, he did not show up for many days, and when he found out, he had already left Wuzhou and went back to Huaizhou——"

"He's in the Yue tribe." Sima Zhuo smiled and didn't care. In his opinion, Chen Jing, the small owner of the racecourse, is interesting and a person on the cusp. There is no difference with him, but unfortunately, not on the same road with him.

"I don't understand why his name is mentioned." Sima Zhuo looked sideways and looked in the direction of the capital.

"Yuan Siqiao is coming, he will come to look for me, it just so happens that I am short of a tea boy."

The tea boy is the little guy who makes tea with warm water for others.

"There you go." After listening to the information, Sima Zhuo said lightly.

The wet man in black, after clasping his fists, threw himself into the river again, only stirred up a few ripples, and then disappeared at once.

On the lonely flower boat, Sima Zhuo put his hands on his back again, facing the blowing river breeze, and fell into deep thought.

……

"Huaizhou-"

"Roar!"

When they entered Huaizhou and looked at the outline of Dengfeng City in the distance, the heroes of Chenjia Horse Village all raised their heads and roared.

Riding on the horse, Chen Jing also breathed a sigh of relief. Although this time the horse race, there was no major disaster. But in any case, it can be regarded as a dangerous journey.

Not to mention the horse goods he brought back, as long as he planned it, the glass and other small items he had made before could come in handy and sell for a good price.

"Back to the village!" Chen Jing was in high spirits.

With silver, you can raise more farmers. Of course, you can't be like Sima Zhuo and secretly build armor, which is equivalent to touching the reverse scales of the Great Ran Dynasty. Unless you say ...... One day, the general trend of this dynasty has completely collapsed, and it is time to consider gathering momentum.

"Owner, there is someone ahead!"

Unexpectedly, the group ran not far away, and all of a sudden, they encountered people blocking the way.

Of the people in the way, only one carriage was parked on the official road. Several figures, coldly pressing their knives, stood in the middle of the road.

Xing Xiaojiu scolded and drew his knife. Many Zhuang Ding on the side did not hesitate, and then pulled out the knife out of the sheath with a "bang".

Chen Jing frowned, waiting for the person blocking the road to speak. He vaguely guessed that such a method was the one he liked the most.

Sure enough, the leader of the guards, after looking at Chen Jing a few times, spoke in a cold voice.

"My son-in-law is invited, and he also asks Chen Xiaodong's family to move and come with me."

"What's your son-in-law?" Xing Xiaojiu sneered.

"Don't ask, it's not good for you to ask too much."

"I'll ask now, or you can use the knife to try-"

Chen Jing was silent for a while.

In my heart, the scene of a lonely boat and a vast ocean resurfaced in front of me. In the eyes of the bigwigs, he is just a pawn, even if he is tenacious and unyielding, even if he climbs the peak, but in the end, he is nothing now.

Only one day, he has a big enough fist to be qualified to sit on the ground with the bigwigs and play chessboard games.