Chapter 362: The Meeting

Early morning.

The morning sun had not yet risen, the fog was hazy, and the sky was still a little dark.

In a farmhouse in Sanyao Village, Li Ziqiang got up early.

In order not to wake up the sleeping old mother, he tiptoed around in the yard, gently loaded the two bags and miscellaneous items that the old mother had packed last night onto the wheelbarrow, took half a piece of bread in the kitchen, and quietly pushed the wheelbarrow out.

There is not much surplus food at home, and this time we must sell these two small handicrafts of wheat straw, otherwise this winter will not be easy.

The sky was gray, and the dirt roads built in the village were not very easy to walk.

Li Ziqiang pushed the wheelbarrow with difficulty, and walked for a long time before he vaguely saw the jujube tree at the east end of the village.

The car creaked against the pavement.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from under the jujube tree: "Qiangzi, come on!"

Li Ziqiang heard this, and hurriedly responded: "Brother Dong, why are you really early, eat it?"

Under the jujube tree, the figure of a tall peasant man gradually became clear, "I took a few steamed buns in the house, hurry up, give them! Let's eat on the road, it will matter!"

As soon as the words fell, there was an extra yellow-faced steamed bun in front of Li Ziqiang. Dong Ge walked out from under the jujube tree, and like Li Ziqiang, he also pushed a wheelbarrow loaded with large and small baggage.

Brother Dong pushed the cart with one hand, took a bite of the steamed bun and said to Li Ziqiang: "Let's go, I won't be able to catch up with the morning meeting later!"

Looking at the yellow-faced steamed bun in front of him, Li Ziqiang hesitated and said, "Brother Dong, there is still a cake here, you eat yours." ”

Brother Dong stuffed the bun into Li Ziqiang's arms, and said without refusal: "Tell you to eat, what are you polite, come back and eat your cakes." You are only a laborer in your house, you can save some food, and this winter will still grow!"

Li Ziqiang looked at the steamed bun in his arms and said movingly: "Brother Dong, when Russia sells it for money, I will definitely invite you to eat meat." ”

"Good!"

Brother Dong smiled, and seemed to have made Li Ziqiang's agreement.

The two pushed the cart wheelbarrow all the way, and soon left the village and came to the official road paved with bluestone.

There were a few people who also pushed carts on the official road, and most of these were farmers who were going to Beijing to catch the morning meeting.

No one likes to be poor, and everyone wants to take advantage of the morning meeting on the 15th to sell some small things to subsidize the family. It would be better if you could meet a boy looking for beauty and covering everything.

After walking for half an hour, the sky slowly brightened.

There were also more pedestrians rushing to the market on the road, and in addition to the farmer pushing the wheelbarrow, some caravans with horse-drawn carriages did not flash.

The morning meeting is held once on the 15th, and there is a meeting at the end of the agricultural slack year, and there are more and more people coming and going.

In addition to these sellers, there are also many people who buy things.

The big families all gave gifts to each other at this time, and the various factions of the martial arts also sent invitations to each other to contact friendship. Especially in places where the forces of Hokyo are intertwined, it is more and more obvious.

On the main road, from time to time, you can see the 'young man' who walks the world with horses and swords, and these people are practicing martial arts in the door on weekdays, and they will be released by the elders in the name of experience at the end of the year.

The early sun rises, and people can be seen everywhere on the road.

Li Ziqiang and Dong Ge talked lightly, seeing that there were still five or six miles to get to the pickaxe capital, but the road was congested for no reason.

As soon as he looked up, a group of people in the black pressure blocked the road, unable to move forward.

Li Ziqiang looked at the crowd and wondered, "Brother Dong, what's going on?"

Before Dong Ge could speak, he heard the crowd in front of him talking.

"Evil, these young heroes are fighting again!"

"What should I do, can I still walk this way?"

"Let's go, you go ahead and try it! Let the young man accidentally cut it, but he really cut it. ”

"Damn, it's unreasonable, if they want to fight, they can't go to the side to fight, delaying Lao Tzu's business!"

"Shen Yan, you kid don't want to die, I didn't see that the third master of Yongle Fang was waiting there! Wait, wait for the old men of the six doors to come and persuade you. ”

Dong Ge looked left and right, there were paddy fields on both sides of the road, muddy, and the wheelbarrow pushed in, making it filthy, not to mention, maybe the wheels were stuck in it and couldn't get out.

Maybe it was because the paddy fields on both sides were too filthy that those young heroes came to the middle of the road to fight.

Brother Dong sighed, this kind of thing is simply a fairy fight for him, and he has no choice, "Qiangzi, let's wait first, wait for the official master to come over and open the way, I hope we can catch up with the morning meeting." ”

At the front of the crowd, a man dressed as a guard with a ring knife at his waist covered his face and staggered towards a carriage with the word Yongle in the middle of the crowd.

On the carriage, the middle-aged man with a rich body saw the person from a distance, and frowned, "Ah Hu, how is it, what do those young heroes say?"

The guard covered his face, and his voice trembled: "Three... Third Master, Tibetan ...... Guo of the Hidden Sword Pavilion... Guo Nuxia said that she didn't know any Ten Highnesses and Nine Highnesses, let... Let's not want to die, just stay honest. ”

The wealthy man known as the Third Master raised his eyebrows, looked at the blood marks on the whip on the guard's face, clenched his fists, and said with slightly narrowed eyes: "What a Hidden Sword Pavilion, it's really a big faction in the world! Ah Hu, you go to the account room to get a hundred taels of silver, and go back to recuperate." ”

"Thank you for the third master!"

The guard bowed and retreated.

There was immediately a humane next to the rich man: "Third Master, the people from the Hidden Sword Pavilion and the Heavenly Sword Gate have been blocked here for almost half an hour, and His Royal Highness the Tenth is still waiting for us to send something, if it is late, I am afraid that it will delay His Highness's affairs, can you think of something else?"

The rich man who is called the third master is surnamed Qin, named Yu, and the people on the road are called Qin Sanye. It is the vice president of the Yongle Chamber of Commerce, three years ago, the tenth prince Yang Kai rescued the only daughter of the president Qin Feng, the two secretly fell in love, and the Yongle Chamber of Commerce voted for Yang Kai to provide him with funds and collect strange things.

There are gold-lettered signboards of the royal family, whether it is a local official or a sect in the rivers and lakes, they will give some face, but I didn't expect to eat a closed door today.

Glancing at the person who spoke, Qin Sanye also said a little helplessly: "Sixth son, I can't help this matter, if it is an ordinary young man, for the sake of the relationship between the eldest brother and His Royal Highness the Tenth, I can still let it."

But the first two groups of people, unless the Ten Highnesses are in person, these big factions really don't necessarily give face.

You must know that the ranking of the six sword factions is above the twelfth family, you hurry up to the city to inform Your Highness, I will wait here for the six doors to adjust. ”

Liuzi sighed when he heard this, although the Yongle Chamber of Commerce is one of the best chambers of commerce in the world, rich in the world, but in the end, the foundation is still too thin, and only the chairman of the entire chamber of commerce, Qin Feng, has achieved the congenital.

The rest, at most, are about the same level as the true disciples of the six sword sects, and the sword martial arts are not necessarily exquisite.

If there is really a feud, just two or three elders of the six sword factions can destroy the Yongle Chamber of Commerce.

The sword roared in the center of the crowd, and Qin Sanye knew that this was a competition between the Heavenly Sword Gate and the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, and the sword and the sword were both killing weapons in the army, and the two factions had been entangled for hundreds of years on which of these two weapons was stronger, and they were about to fight almost as soon as they met.

The name of the Tenth Highness didn't work, and Qin Sanye could only wait for the front to finish before hurrying, although he was unhappy, but there was no way.

Qin Sanye waved his hand, and was about to signal the sixth son to go around from the farmland on the side to inform His Highness the Tenth. At this moment, the crowd in the back row was noisy.

A man with a black dragon flag slowly drove from behind.