From Propulsion City To Multiverse

When he came to a small stream, Zheng Sen looked at the young man reflected in the water, and then his body swelled with qi. His fingers were like chisel hammers, reshaping the appearance of his face.

Although it is impossible to completely change the face, it can still be done by fine-tuning the facial muscles.

His predecessor was Shi Long's disciple, and Shi Long was well-known in Yangzhou City, many people knew him, Yu Wenhua and the matter of killing Shi Long yesterday were well known in Yangzhou City.

Zheng Sen didn't want to add extra details, so he just fine-tuned his facial muscles. Even if acquaintances saw his face at this time, they would at most feel a little similar, and would not think in the direction of his predecessor.

The south gate of Yangzhou City.

Early in the morning, there are markets, shipments, and business contacts.

Zheng Sen mixed in the crowd and lined up to go to the city of Yangzhou. As he walked, he observed the crowd around him.

Except for the farmers, hunters, and a few merchants who went to the market, there were not a few poor people dressed in rags in the crowd.

A term that impressed him deeply appeared in Zheng Sen's mind. .

Refugees!

Although he was born on Blue Sea Star in the Pirate Universe, he followed the Human Revolutionary Union to control the Three-Body Universe, and he also learned about himself in parallel time and space through the human history of the Three-Body Universe.

The last pillar of the Ming Dynasty - Zheng Chenggong.

What's more, the Kingdom of Flowers in the Pirate Universe has also experienced problems with internal refugees and rebels.

Although Zheng Sen is no longer the two-thousand boy he was back then, the heart of a child in his heart is still boiling with enthusiasm.

Seeing refugees appearing in the bustling city of Yangzhou, Zheng Sen couldn't help being touched by the scene, and sighed inwardly: This is another era of terminal illness.

Drifting with the tide, walked into the bustling city of Yangzhou.

The sound of hawking, noise, and laughter is in my ears.

But Zheng Sen is like an independent duckweed.

In this prosperity, there are countless bones, rumbling stomachs, and knocking on the bones to suck the marrow.

Standing in the street where people come and go, the ditches beside the road are rotten and sewage. He is used to clean and tidy modern cities. When he came to this ancient town, Zheng Sen didn't feel the prosperity here, but only felt disgusted.

Unknowingly, he came to the dead and quiet Shilong Dojo, just glanced at it from a distance,

Then left the scene.

Yu Wenhuaji is looking for the formula of longevity, this is not the time to fight the opponent.

Ten minutes later.

In a gloomy alley.

Zheng Sen looked at the two flamboyant men in front of him, and there were also two people approaching behind him.

One of the men with one missing front tooth said maliciously, Boy, hand over what you have on you.

Forget it! Let's start with you!

What nonsense...

At that moment, four ice needles pierced the necks of the four people without warning.

Uh... looking for death! A tooth was so fierce that he drew out his dagger and was about to charge over.

But at the moment of his movement, his body twitched involuntarily, and then his whole body began to itch, it was an itch that went deep into the bone marrow.

Ahh...

It's itchy...

Great man, spare your life... The little one has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai...

Ahhh...

The uncontrollable itching felt like tens of thousands of bugs were biting inside the body, and the four punks rolled on the ground.

Zheng Sen looked at them indifferently.

It was not until five minutes later that the four punks were about to scratch their skins that they raised their hands, and four ice needles were inserted into their chests.

The four punks were relieved, but they were lying on the ground powerlessly. The feeling that life was worse than death just now was too terrifying.

It's just a remission, and there will be flare-ups later.

grunt! One Tooth looked at the man in front of him in horror, immediately got up, knelt down and begged for mercy, Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

Then he hurriedly took out a string of copper coins from his body, and offered hundreds of copper coins with trembling hands.

Hero, your lord has a lot, so spare my dog's life!

The other three also quickly paid for it, begging for mercy.

Zheng Sen didn't refuse, and picked up the copper coins casually, but he didn't intend to let them go: Take me to your gang's residence.

A tooth's complexion changed instantly, and then became unpredictable, as if he was undergoing a fierce psychological struggle.

Zheng Sen's voice was like a life-threatening magic voice: If you want to continue to try the feeling that life is worse than death just now, you can choose to refuse.

A chill emerged from the hearts of the four of them, and they even felt a little itchy involuntarily, and at the same time, there was a kind of helplessness that wanted to cry but had no tears.

If they were hacked to death with a single knife, maybe they would not be afraid, but the pain that is worse than death is really too tormenting.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yi Ya still gave up: Hero! I can take you there, but please don't hurt my family. I'm willing to do your best for you, please!

Lead the way!

The four people with mournful faces, aggrieved and frightened, led the way ahead.

After turning around for 20 minutes, I came to a low and dilapidated slum. The Heijin Gang entrenched here is the gang of Yi Ya and others.

There are more than a dozen gangs, large and small, in the entire Yangzhou City. The Black Scarf Gang is a small gang with a population of more than 130, and there are more than 300 old, weak, sick and disabled.

As soon as Zheng Sen entered, he didn't say anything.

Immediately rewarding everyone with a life and death talisman, the gang leader Huang Dabiao knelt down after rolling on the ground for five minutes.

It's in Huang Dabiao's little house.

Listening to the other party's statement, Zheng Sen had a preliminary understanding of the situation of the Black Turban Gang.

There are 134 young and strong people, 328 old, weak, sick and disabled people, 43 shi of food, 126 coins equivalent to 126 guan, 57 houses, 21 swords, and some small daggers and wooden sticks.

It's not so much a gang, it's not a refugee camp.

In fact, except for the first three big gangs, the rest of the small gangs are similar to the Black Turban Gang. Many people can't get along, so they choose to hold together for warmth.

They can't make much money all year round, and punks are the kind of scum who dare not even rebel. They can only bully the weak and fear the strong in Yangzhou City.

Under the coercion of the life and death talisman, the Black Scarf Gang was incorporated by Zheng Sen.

Of course, these people need to be gradually reformed in the future, otherwise they are not qualified to be Zheng Sen's subordinates.

Inside the slum.

Huang Dabiao quickly entered the role of a dog's leg. After all, this guy pulled a group of people just to survive. In this kind of world with martial arts, the risk of being a gangster is not small.

Like today, when you meet a master like Zheng Sen, you can't resist at all.

Huang Dabiao was able to become the leader only because of his relentless determination, and he didn't master any martial arts.

In fact, this is also expected by Zheng Sen. It is very realistic to be poor in culture and rich in martial arts, especially in this world.

The aristocratic families, great sects, and the imperial court have mastered huge resources, whether it is knowledge or material, they all crush the poor.

Huang Dabiao, who is not even from a poor family, has no chance to learn martial arts and literature at all.

Don't look at Wagangzhai as an insurgent army, but Li Mi, Cheng Yaojin and others are not poor people, but local tyrants.

This is also the difference between the troubled times at the end of the Sui Dynasty and other dynasties.

The powerful and aristocratic families are the core power of this era, and they are also the driving force behind the demise of the Sui Dynasty.

Yang Guang was too impatient, and his eyes were high and his hands were low. The counterattack of the aristocratic family completely ruined the Sui Dynasty.

For Yang Guang, Zheng Sen can only say that there are mixed opinions, but for the reforms of the Sui Dynasty, he knows that Yang Guang made a mistake that most reformers would make.

That is, they have not cultivated a large number of people who are loyal to themselves, and it is simply wishful thinking to rely on the bureaucrats of the old forces to complete the so-called reform.