Fox Road Travel Notes

There was silence in the room again.

It's as if the two thin pieces of letter paper in my hand can never be finished.

Everyone lowered their heads to study the lines on the paper, waiting for others to speak.

Wang Heming and Chen Zican looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes.

These mountain kings all look like rough guys.

But when it comes to making their own small calculations, each one is smarter than the other.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and two big men with white scarves on their heads pushed in.

Wang Heming was stunned for a moment, with surprise on his face. He stood up and saluted: "Brother Zhang, second brother Mao."

"When I arrived, I heard that the two of you were preparing to attack Yanxian County. Unexpectedly, you actually put aside your military duties and came to Shimen!"

Both of them were simply dressed, had large hands and feet, and deep wrinkles on their faces.

He looks like he is in his forties or fifties, but his strong body makes him look like he is only in his thirties.

The two were about to meet Wang Heming when two more people pushed the door open and entered.

But the two scholars from the Yushan White-headed Army yesterday were also wearing white scarves, but they were wearing scholar's green shirts.

Wang Heming and Chen Zican were both slightly startled.

The third brother Zhang and the second brother Mao looked unhappy and said nothing. They bowed to everyone in the room and found a place to sit down.

When the two scholars came in, they were not as arrogant as they were yesterday.

He bowed to Wang Heming and met Liu Tichun specially before sitting down.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or not, but I stayed far away from Zhang San and Mao Er.

Looking at their same white scarves but different styles, Chen Zican was secretly curious.

Wang Heming seemed to see it and whispered to him: "Brother Zhang and Brother Mao are the leaders of the white-headed army in Taihu Water Village."

"Brothers Zhou Qingui and Ren Zhonghua are the leaders of the Yushan Whitehead Army."

"Because of the white scarf on the head and the name of the White-headed Army, the two families have been not happy..."

Chen Zican nodded, feeling funny in his heart.

How old are you, what's the point of fighting over a piece of white cloth, and what's the harm in changing to a piece of red cloth!

In my ears, Wang Qiaorong's clear voice suddenly came.

"The white scarves worn by the two scholars are in memory of Kaiyuan Bo Wu Kai."

"The white scarves of these two Taihu fishermen are in mourning for Emperor Chongzhen, but they are both called the White-headed Army."

"Huh, why are you laughing?"

"Both shops are called Wang Mazi Shaobing. Shouldn't they start a fight? Not to mention the man licking blood with the blade of a knife..."

Chen Zican tilted his head and glanced at Miss Rong beside him.

However, he saw that her lips did not move, but her voice reached her own ears, while others seemed to have not heard it.

His mind moved, what is this?

Ventriloquism?

No, the sound is transmitted into the secret? Well, it seems to be a little more advanced...

"Turn around!" Wang Qiaorong said angrily.

Chen Zican quietly pointed at the two scholars with his thumb and asked, "Are these two heroes capable of licking blood?"

"Tch, don't underestimate these scholars."

"What's wrong with the scholar? Heming, isn't he also a scholar?"

"Take off your long robes. These people dare to fight for their lives on the battlefield."

"Their leader, Yin Can, was a member of the Ming Dynasty."

"In addition to being a bit pedantic, he is fiercely loyal and has strict military discipline. He always takes the lead in every battle. He can be regarded as a well-known hero!..."

Chen Zican nodded, feeling in awe.

The prejudice against them has also been relieved a lot.

"The reason why these two families dislike each other is not entirely because of the white scarf."

"It's just that the two companies have different styles of doing things."

"The Yushan White-headed Army relied on the loyal local landowners, the Jin gentry, and claimed to be the official army of the Southern Ming Dynasty."

"As for the Taihu White-headed Army, they all came from humble backgrounds and relied on robbing wealthy businessmen and local tyrants to supplement their military pay."

"Think about it, if both parties can't eat from the same bowl, how can they be happy with each other?"

Only then did Chen Zican fully understand.

He glanced at everyone in the room and sighed secretly.

Over there, Wang Heming waited for everyone to sit down, then took out two letters and sent them to the leaders of the two groups of White-headed Army.

In such situations during negotiations, the party who speaks first will often be more passive.

Chen Zican looked at everyone, all looking like an old monk in trance, and coughed lightly.

"The day before yesterday at the Dasha River ferry, everyone hired a boat to cross the river."

"As a result, when the boat reached midstream, it started leaking..."

Seeing everyone looking up at him, Chen Zican smiled slightly.

"The boatman quickly asked the guests to take off their shoes and scoop out water together. Everyone was sweating profusely and was very happy..."

"There was an old gentleman, but he was sitting with his legs crossed at the stern of the boat, indifferent."

"Some people say that the ship is going to sink. How can you still be so calm?"

"The old gentleman waved his hand and said, let it sink."

"Don't worry about him. Anyway, this ship is not ours..."

Everyone in the room looked at each other, a little embarrassed.

Zhou Qingui stood up suddenly and said loudly: "This little brother is right! Although this boat belongs to the Zhu family, we are on the same boat."

"Since Zhou is here, isn't it just to watch the fun?"

"Commander Wang, please come to the court, just like a large army marching northward, but as long as there is an order, the White-headed Army is willing to go through fire and water, no matter what!"

Seeing his awe-inspiring righteousness, Chen Zican couldn't help but think highly of these talents.

Wang Heming smiled happily, stood up and bowed deeply to Zhou Qingui.

"The Yushan White-headed Army is unparalleled in loyalty and righteousness, and it truly deserves its reputation!"

This sentence implies excitement.

Zhang Sange, the leader of the Taihu White-headed Army, also slapped his thigh.

"Although our Taihu White-headed Army are all illiterate, how can we defeat these sour scholars when we go into battle to kill the enemy?"

"Before I leave, I have ordered the brothers in the village to suspend the attack on Yan County."

"Eat well, drink well, and keep your spirits up. When General Li Dingguo goes out, he will definitely cause trouble!"

Originally, the thirteen Kuidong families were the strongest here, and most of the heroes thought they would follow their lead.

Liu Tichun stroked his long beard and sighed: "This time, everyone received the letter from Military Advisor Wang and came all day and night. Naturally, they will not have the idea of ​​​​watching the fire from the other side."

"But the mountains in Kuidong are high, the roads are dangerous, and the land is barren."

"In order not to disturb the people, the officers and soldiers of the Dashun Army, from childhood to King Chuang, have personally cultivated the land for military needs."

"It's the beginning of spring. If we miss the farming work, in the second half of the year, hundreds of thousands of people will have to go to drink from the northwest wind..."

Having said this, Liu Tichun looked up at Wang Heming.

"If the imperial court understands that it is difficult for the Thirteen Kuidong families to survive and can allocate some food and salary, we should fight bravely and not risk our lives!"

Everyone knows that what Liu Tichun said is true.

The Thirteen Families of Kuidong were already struggling to support so many troops in several counties.

How can I use my savings to take the initiative!

Wang Heming frowned. He knew the affairs of the Yongli court relatively well.

In the past few years, Sun Kewang has been cultivating farmland, restoring people's livelihood, and developing really well.

When it comes to food, it shouldn't be difficult to squeeze out hundreds of thousands of dan.

But Kuidong is thousands of miles away, and there are enemy troops in the middle. How can it be possible to transport it?

When it comes to money, the southwestern provinces where the Yongli Dynasty was located were mostly barbaric lands.

There was not much production, commerce was in decline, and it was surrounded by enemies on all sides.

These years of continuous fighting have consumed a huge amount of money, and I'm afraid they are also powerless.

Seeing Wang Heming hesitate, Tang Jingwu got up from his seat.

He said with emotion: "Kuidong, I, Mr. Tang, have gone through it myself. It is indeed a difficult place in remote mountains and rivers."

"When I visited Duke Linguo that time, he was weeding in the fields with his guards."

"What we eat for lunch is just a plate of wild vegetables and eggs."

"Tang is not talented. He is unable to carry food in."

"However, all the 20,000 taels of silver brought with the caravan this time can be handed over to General Liu for military pay."

Chen Zican also stood up and bowed his hands to Liu Tichun.

"This time I went out and made a small fortune on the way."

"Not much, about ten thousand taels of silver notes. I would like to offer them to the Kuidong soldiers as a token of respect!"

For a hero who doesn't care about his life, he, Chen Zican, doesn't care about money either.