The disciples of the Mobei branch of Tangjiabao accepted the instructions of Tang Sanniang, the new head of the Mobei branch, under the leadership of the new Mobei branch hall advocate Peng and the deputy hall master of the Mobei branch, Gao Renhou.

Tang Sanniang is a scheming and resourceful woman. Of course, she knew that the art of manipulating people was all in one sharp word. The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. As the new head of the Tang family, if she wants to establish her prestige and win the support of her subordinates, she must first let these brothers benefit. Grace and power are the way to control people.

This time, I came to Mobei for the first time, and most of the Mobei branch were Gao Renhou's original team. As soon as he came up, he appointed his confidant Zhang Peng as the head of the Mobei Branch, which was difficult to convince the public. However, nepotism is a universal truth. You don't need to be close to others, can you use people who are alienated from you? That's not a fool! So Tang Sanniang said to the disciples. Today, brothers, everyone gathers together for wealth, glory and wealth. This first action did not necessarily mean that the brothers of Fengyuntang were desperate. Today, the brethren share all the harvest in this desert themselves. I'm Tangjiabao, don't take a penny. However, you need to obey orders in the future, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless. When everyone heard this, they didn't have to hand over their belongings today, and everyone was happy. Cheer in unison.

Everyone shouted, Tang Men will win, Tang Sanniang Shengming.

In the cheers of everyone, Tang Sanniang led the crowd to set off. Today she was in high spirits. She wants to experience the years of Mobei for herself.

It was late autumn, the wind was howling in the desert, the yellow sand was vast, and from a distance, there was only a monotonous earthy yellow in the boundless wilderness. The one that writes that the desert is lonely and the sun sets over the long river. Could Wang Wei see the vastness of the desert, is his heart really romantic and extraordinary? But everyone can't guess the heart of a talented man, and Tang Sanniang doesn't want to guess either.

In this boundless desert, the sound of camel bells was faintly heard in the distance. As the others approached, they saw that it was a caravan. These people traveled between the Western Regions and the Central Plains for many years, selling silk, tea, porcelain, jade, etc. They have become accustomed to this kind of game between life and wealth. Like their fathers, these caravans risked their lives to walk in the desert for the sake of wealth and wealth.

Suddenly, the yellow sand in the distance accompanied by wolf smoke billowed in, and these merchants were so frightened that they hurriedly hid their belongings underground. They lay on the ground and hid under the dunes. Hold your breath and listen. It was bad luck to meet officers and robbers on this trade route. With the dust and smoke rolling up from the rolling yellow sand, and the sound of the horses' hooves dardaring, the Tang Sect disciples rushed over like a whirlwind. With a sharp blade in hand, he surrounded these caravans. The hall master of the Mobei branch hall, sitting on a horse, holding a sharp sword, shouted at the old man in the business trip, and handed over all the property. The disciples of Tang Jiabao rushed up and rushed out.