Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zican stood up with a smile.

"This eight-hundred-mile Taihang stretches across the north and south, overlooking the capital. What a wonderful place!"

"Every day there is a lot of traffic, and everything is going under your eyes. Are you still worried about not having enough to eat?"

"Besides, if you are unwilling to contribute today, once the Northern Expedition is won, I don't know how many people will want to take advantage of the situation and take your place."

"If the Northern Expedition fails, how many people will want revenge and kill you quickly?"

"Who said I won't do my best?"

"Didn't I say that these soldiers will definitely be sent out?" King Gourd's face turned red and he retorted loudly.

"My old man, Ren, has just been having a hard time recently. Seeing how happy my brothers are, he throws tens of thousands of gold and silver to hit people. Each of them is very arrogant."

"Just thinking about that—"

"Friends are meant to make money, right? Can you hit me too, haha..."

"Unexpectedly, Brother Chen gave others a mountain of silver, but by the time I was appointed, there was only a banana left."

"Commander Wang over there gave someone two silver mountains, but when I came to Lao Ren, he actually gave me all Miss Wang's swords..."

He shook his head and said with a grimace: "Oh, my old Ren is deeply moved!"

"Didn't General Liu just say that even if we are naked, we can't watch our brothers fight alone!"

Everyone laughed.

After such a fuss, everyone no longer dared to look down upon this Calabash King who looked lazy and rough, but was actually very scheming and hard-boned.

Wang Heming saw that everything that should be done had arrived, and the things that should be solved were solved perfectly, and he stood up with a smile.

"Everyone, today we are all participating in a great event, which shows how heroic we are!"

"It's getting late. Wang has asked Mr. He to prepare a banquet. Let's have a drink and talk tonight. We won't go home until we're drunk!"

Chen Zican couldn't refuse this drink.

Everyone saw his arrogance in spending millions of dollars, his shocking methods, and heard that he used magical powers in deserted villages to make Tong Monk and Tian Bugeng miserable, so they all came together to make friends.

But Monk Tong, whose face was shiny and spitting, stepped on the bench, added fuel to the fierce battle between him and Chen Zican in the ancestral hall, making one point into ten points!

It seems that it was not his child monk who was sneezing all over the place that day, almost spitting out feces and urine, and almost having his head chopped off.

Let’s look at the fields that are not being plowed.

This old boy has always been arrogant in the world, but now he is like a quail, with a thunderous face, shrinking back, seeing Chen Zican, just hide in the corner...

All the heroes were shocked and speechless.

So, Chen Zican got drunk because he drank a lot.

Duo Duo'er supported him and kept complaining: "Master, why are you so heavy today? You are like a dead pig..."

When the dead pig woke up, it was the middle of the night.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, which was also heavy.

"Shui-kou'er, water..."

A teacup was brought to his lips, bringing with it a faint fragrance.

Chen Zican drank it in one breath and was suddenly startled. When he opened his eyes, it turned out that it was not Kou'er, and Kou'er was not so fragrant.

He squinted to identify...

"What are you looking at? Don't you recognize your sister?"

Chen Zican almost thought he was in a dream, and the person speaking was the little fox whose voice he could only hear but who he could not see.

"Brother Chen, are you feeling better?"

Is it Wang Heming?

Only then did Chen Zican recognize that the person feeding him water was the pink Shura, Miss Rong.

After drinking water, I felt half awake from the wine.

Chen Zican quickly got up and saw that Guan'er was lying at the end of the bed, still undressed and sleeping soundly.

I guess I was a little tired from going shopping today.

He picked up Guan'er and put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then asked: "Brother Wang, Sister Rong, why didn't you go to rest?"

The two said in unison: "I want to come and see..."

They looked at each other again and stopped talking at the same time.

Chen Zican glanced at the two of them and smiled: "If you want to watch it, why don't you two find a place to look at each other? Why are you coming to my room in the middle of the night to watch?"

Miss Rong suddenly blushed and lowered her head. She no longer looked like the great master who had a sword in his hand and made the heroes change their colors.

Wang Heming coughed lightly: "Brother Chen was drunk last time, and he scared Kou'er quite a lot."

"I'm afraid something will happen again, so I want to come over and have a look."

"I was afraid that there would be inconvenience due to Kuan'er's presence, so I invited Miss Wang to come with me."

Chen Zican poured a cup of tea, drank it, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Wang. It's going well this time."

"You two, please sit down quickly. I can't entertain guests here. I only have a pot of tea. I guess Sister Rong brewed it herself. Please help yourself."

"Zi Can——"

Wang Heming thought about it for a moment, and a relaxed smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"I'm very happy today, really happy, so happy that I can't sleep!"

"To be honest, I don't know how many days have passed. Well, maybe, since the Yunyang mutiny, I haven't felt this kind of joy from the heart..."

His face was a little flushed. It was obvious that as the initiator of today's alliance, he also drank a lot of wine.

Wang Qiaorong felt sad for him and happy for him at the same time, and looked at him with pity.

"There is hope for the Northern Expedition!"

"Originally, Zican said that this time he sent troops to win a big victory, but I was still a little confused."

"Now, I also believe that we will win this time!"

"This time I was entrusted by King Sun Kewang of Qin to invite heroes from all walks of life to gather in the Taihang Mountains to discuss the joint northern expedition. In fact, after repeated calculations along the way, the possibility of success is less than 50%."

"The reason why we invited the Yushan White-headed Army and the Taihu White-headed Army at the same time is that we hope that they will compete with each other, eager to overwhelm each other, and be the first to agree."

"I also anticipated Kuidong's predicament. Brother Wu has already prepared the 20,000 taels of silver."

"But the two generals, Li Laiheng and Liu Tichun, are both men who understand the righteousness deeply. These troops will definitely be sent out."

"But I never expected that this Gourd King Renliang would be so difficult to deal with!"

He sighed: "Today, if you hadn't used your magical methods, Zican, to frighten the heroes and force this old man to relent, things would have been difficult to handle..."

Chen Zican smiled and said: "It's just a small skill. Under the sword of Sister Rong, he will have to bow his head sooner or later."

Wang Heming shook his head: "You have underestimated this Gourd King who has been famous in Taihang for decades!"

"Today Miss Wang draws her sword and threatens him. He will never give in easily..."

Wang Qiaorong seemed a little unconvinced. She opened her mouth to say something, then bit her lip and continued to listen.

Chen Zican said "Oh?"

"Mr. Ren is an old man in the world. He can see very clearly that Miss Wang's sword will never penetrate her."

Wang Heming smiled bitterly: "As long as he can hold on for a moment longer, there will definitely be someone who can't help but intercede for him."

"Or, wait until Master He is alerted, and this matter..."

Chen Zican took a leisurely sip of tea and said, "Mr. Ren, this soldier will always be sent out."

"If he is not tolerated by the Qing court, and if he is not tolerated by the Green Forest, he will be the target of public criticism."

"Zi Can is right. Of course, he will eventually agree to join the alliance."

"But Miss Wang's sword is hard to beat. If she doesn't sheath her sword, someone will come forward to make peace. She sheath her sword, haha..."

Wang Heming shook his head: "I'm afraid I won't be able to give up without some blood!"

"Oh?" Chen Zican was a little puzzled: "The thirteen families of Kuidong have strong soldiers and horses, so I only promised them fifty thousand taels."

"Would twenty thousand taels be enough to satisfy King Gourd's appetite?"

Wang Heming smiled bitterly again: "The Calabash King's Taihang Mountains are the key point. Although they are weak and can only harass the enemy's rear, he is still indispensable."

"It's easy to send him away with twenty thousand taels, but how can other families be willing to do so?"

"If every family has to raise money, what will this alliance be like?"

"Besides, since everyone is using money to send troops, it is natural that those with more money will contribute more, those with less money will contribute less, those with more money will fight evil, and those with less money will beat drums to cheer."

"Everyone shirks the responsibility when it comes to battle and everyone waits and sees. This Northern Expedition can only be a joke."

"We haven't sent out troops yet, and we are already doomed to total defeat!"