My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 464 Killing Uncle Guo! (1)

On the fourth day of July in the first year of Dayan Fuxing, on the south bank of the Zhang River, the sun was setting at dusk.

The torrential Zhanghe River is turbulent and fierce, and the rapids pass through canyons, over cliffs, and rush down with the momentum of a high-rise building.

Dozens of riders came galloping from the direction of Henan. The leader was a young man wearing a green skirt, tall and straight, with a face like a crown jade. He was dressed as a scholar, with a sword on his waist.

The young man stopped his horse, straddled a handsome white horse, and looked at the Zhang River in front of him. Seeing that the river was covered with a large amount of yellow sand, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Little Yi, I didn't expect that the water quality of the Zhang River is as good as that of the Yellow River." , The water potential is quite equal, looking at the turbulent flow of the river, the rolling yellow sand, and the simple dams, it is likely to cause floods very easily.

No wonder there are not many villages along the coast. "

Another young man in green clothes with thick eyebrows and big eyes was handsome, bowed and smiled on the horse: "Your Majesty, the Zhang River is known as the Little Yellow River. According to historical records, although the turbidity of the Zhang River is less than that of the Yellow River, it is easy to silt in the Yellow River. The ancestral home of the minister is here." Zhang, I once heard from the elders in the clan that the upper reaches of the Zhang River had nine droughts in ten years, and the lower reaches had frequent floods."

Wang Lin let out a oh, and without further words, he quietly stared at the rapids of the Zhang River on the horse, and fell silent.

Because the imperial conquest team included civil servants, family members, scholars and a large number of military followers, the overall speed was slow.

The main force was stationed in Xiangzhou for repairs today, so Wang Lin led Yan Qing and his accompanying Jin Yiwei to Linzhang. His original intention was to check with his own eyes the promotion and planting of potatoes and sweet potatoes on both sides of the Zhang River.

Along the way, Wang Lin knew what to expect.

Potatoes sown in spring can be harvested in mid-July, and then planted again in late July and early August, and another crop can be harvested in late autumn, winter and spring.

Since this year, potatoes in Hebei, Henan, Shandong, and Jianghuai provinces have been promoted on a large scale, and sweet potatoes have also been planted on a large scale in some areas.

Judging from the situation in Hebei, there is no doubt that there will be a bumper harvest this year and next.

In addition to the military confession, even if there is a natural disaster, it is absolutely impossible for the people of Great Swallow to go hungry again.

This laid a solid foundation for Dayan to prepare for war.

Sufficient rations will bring economic prosperity, prosperity in all industries, and abundance of wealth.More importantly, it will promote the expansion of the geometric multiple of the population.

After all, if the fertility of the Han people is said to be the second in the world, no nation dares to claim the number one in the world.

Wang Lin looked at the Zhanghe River with joy in his heart, and then chanted casually: "Walking through Baidu water, it's just a Zhanghe River. Don't be afraid of rushing, it's like a lot of twists and turns. Going out of the mountain leads to a long distance, and the rain makes flood waves. It goes into Cao Liufu, east Liu Ye went down."

He was very fond of poetry, and Yan Qing beside him was also fluent in writing and ink, so he praised a few words casually. Wang Lin smiled and didn't care. crying.

Wang Lin frowned and turned his head to look.

I saw a simple ferry in front, more than a dozen women in shabby clothes were driven here, as if they were going to cross the river to Linzhang on the other side, many of them were holding babies or holding young children.

Three or five men in black clothes who looked like rich family members, holding short whips, were flogging the women and children who were unwilling to cross the river.

Standing aside, there was a man in his thirties who looked like a housekeeper, with a greasy hair and a pink face, with his hands on his waist, and his expression was arrogant.

Wang Lin led the people to gallop away.

Yan Qing saw that the three or five family members attacked fiercely, making the group of women and children howl like ghosts and howling like ghosts, and seeing the emperor's brows furrowed tightly, so he shouted coldly: "Stop! Why are you beating the women and children?"

The butler-looking man turned his head and glanced at Yan Qing. Seeing that Yan Qing and his group were large and well-dressed, he did not dare to be negligent, but he still put on airs and slightly cupped his hands and said, "The housekeeper at the house of the third master of the Song family in Linzhang. Song Peng, I don't know who you are?"

Yan Qing sneered: "I asked you, why did you beat women and children? Stop!"

The man wondered: "Your Excellency looks like a foreigner? This is the housework of our Linzhang Song family. You, a foreigner, have to take care of it? Don't you know the Linzhang Song family?"

In fact, Yan Qing probably guessed that the so-called Linzhang Song family should be the Tongquetai Song family where the emperor lived twice.

But a mere Linzhang Song family, although there are two imperial concubines, in Yan Qing's eyes, it is nothing at all.

Yan Qing said indifferently: "No matter what kind of family it is, you can't beat the old, weak, women and children for no reason!"

Yan Qing waved his hand, and his Jin Yiwei immediately rushed to the ferry to disperse these people.

The two evil slaves who wanted to do something were kicked into the Zhang River by Jin Yiwei.

Song Peng became furious, wanting to have a fit but didn't dare, so he jumped on the ferry, stood on the boat and sailed towards the river, then turned to face Yan Qing and the others and yelled: "You foreigners, how dare you meddle in my Song family's affairs, you really don't want to die !"

Yan Qing didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and got off the horse directly, and helped a three-year-old child who was crying out of breath from the ground, and he couldn't tell a boy from a boy just by his clothes.

……

Neither Wang Lin nor Yan Qing took this seriously.

It's just that the result of Jin Yiwei's question made Wang Lin look gloomy and angry.

The so-called Linzhang Song family is naturally the Song family of Tongque Terrace, and the third master of the Song family is Song Gu, the son of the third son of the Song family. Not to mention, he really has something to do with Wang Lin, the biological elder brother of the Song family.

As the concubine of the Song family, Song Gu was originally a slave in the Song family.

Ever since Song's Shuangshu married Wang Lin and became the imperial concubine, Song Gu's family ascended to heaven.

Song Gu not only got a large amount of family property from the Song family, but also built a large Zhuangzi Danguo outside Linzhang City. There are countless people.

He is called Uncle Song Guo.

After this person gains power, it can be said that he will do all kinds of evil.

Occupying the land of the neighbors, bullying and dominating the market, with arrogance.

That's all right, the key is that once this person gets rich, all kinds of bad habits will spring up like mushrooms after rain.

This man also has another eccentricity, which is that he likes married women, especially women who have given birth to children.

At present, these more than ten women are the wives of the Song family's tenants.

If it hadn't been stopped by Yan Qing's people, he might have entered Song Gu's Zhuangzi at this moment and became his obstinate object.

Wang Lin looked deeply at the ten or so young women in front of him, and there was a trace of anger in the depths of his eyes.

The heart is also alert to it.

Even if the mere Song family can breed such a country bully because of him, then...these family members around him, will they...

Wang Lin felt that it was time for Jin Yiwei to investigate secretly in various places.

He must not let this group of shameless cats and dogs tarnish his reputation behind his back.

He also somewhat understood why the cabinet ministers like Li Gang insisted on suppressing the influence of their relatives.

This is indeed a problem.

Wang Lin ordered Jin Yiwei to send the group of women back to their homes, and then led them across the river, it was already evening.

The night was full of stars, and a large group of people poured in from the direction of Linzhang City, with torches held high, and people's voices were buzzing.

Yan Qing led the Jinyi guard with a dignified expression, drew his sword, and guarded in front of Wang Lin's horse.

The crowd rushed forward, there were more than a hundred people, each holding a weapon and a stick, with a fierce look on their faces.

The one who took the lead was Song Peng just now.

More than a hundred people surrounded Wang Lin and others, and Song Peng stood on the periphery of the crowd and shouted: "Zhiniang thief, dare to meddle in my Song family's affairs, I really don't want to live anymore, beat me, beat me hard, beat me to death, The third master will take care of it!"

Ding Enu from Baiyu Township brandished sticks and outflanked him, Yan Qing turned to look at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked indifferent on the horse and waved his hand.

Shiqi Jinyiwei swung the Xiuchun Saber, although he didn't strike ruthlessly, one of the horses charged down and fell to the ground, and the rest of the evil slaves fled in fear.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Song Peng was just about to flee, but was shot through the throat by a short crossbow arrow in Yan Qing's hand, blood spurted out, Song Peng twitched and fell to the ground.

"Killed!"

The evil slave hog rushed to the wolf and ran away in all directions.

……

Songjiazhuang outside Linzhang City is Song Gu's Zhuangzi.

At this moment, the lights in Songjiazhuang were brightly lit, and a banquet was held, full of guests.

Not only the local squires of Linzhang, but also the newly appointed county magistrate Xue Zhou and county captain Deng Ning were among the guests.

Sitting at the main seat is Song Guo's uncle, Song Gu, who is known as the third master in Linzhang.

Among the guests, there was an interlacing of toasts and cups, people came and went, and the drinks were in full swing.

A servant stumbled in and shouted: "Master, something is wrong, someone has broken into the village!"

Song Gu turned pale with shock, and immediately turned to look at Xue Zhou, the magistrate of Linzhang County.

Xue Zhou also frowned, and greeted Dunning, "Lieutenant Deng, go and have a look."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a man in green shirt with a face like a crown of jade and a serious demeanor walking in slowly, followed by more than ten entourages in vigorous clothes, all holding sabers on their waists, with a solemn expression.

After all, Xue Zhou is a member of the officialdom. Seeing the vigor of the intruders, he got up and said in a low voice: "Who are you, you dare to break into a private house, you know that my King Yan is like a furnace?!"

Wang Lin glanced at Xue Zhou and saw that he was wearing an official robe, so he guessed his identity.

He asked indifferently, "Who are you?"

The more Xue Zhou looked at Wang Lin, the more he felt that Wang Lin was extraordinary. After all, Wang Lin's aura was here. His heart tightened, and an ominous premonition floated up, but his voice restrained a bit: "I am the magistrate of Linzhang County, Xue Zhou. "

Wang Lin chuckled: "The magistrate of Linzhang County, the local parents and officials, you don't sit in your official office, you go to a bully's house to drink, don't you feel ashamed for being so rich?"

Xue Zhou was about to say a few words on the scene, and he was even more suspicious of Wang Lin's identity, but Wang Lin said coldly: "Stay aside for now!"

Wang Lin waved his sleeves.

His eyes are like knives.

The momentum is like a rainbow.

Xue Zhou couldn't help being sweated by Wang Lin's glance. He didn't dare to refute. Instead, he subconsciously got up with Dunning and left the table. He stood aside and watched the changes.

Song Gu was a little shocked. He glanced at Xue Zhou and Wang Lin angrily at the same time, and said, "You bastard thieves, how dare you break into my Song's house with open fire? Someone, come and beat these thieves out!" !"

But there are no one under him, except for those brought by Song Peng, those in the village, who were beaten in by Yan Qing and Jin Yiwei, have long since become waste.

(End of this chapter)