Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Send Fang Ke away.

Yang Ge put on his apron again and walked into the kitchen house. While lighting the fire and cooking, he was thinking about all aspects of the action tomorrow morning and checking for any omissions.

‘The biggest problem now is not with the three major grain merchants. ’

He sat behind the stove, staring at the blazing flames in the stove and thinking: 'But how can we summon the people in the city to grab food! ’

‘The time must be short. It is unjustifiable that Fang Ke and the others have been standing still. ’

"There must be more people. There are at least four to five thousand shi of grain in the three grain depots. There are too few people to take them away."

'There can't be chaos on the scene, and we can't do bad things with good intentions...'

There were many questions, but after thinking for a while, he still gained something.

First of all, after two days of making porridge, the vest "Zhang Mazi" is somewhat famous in Luting.

Whether it’s a good reputation or a bad reputation, it’s there after all!

At least, when the people get there and see the nine-tube mask, they should be willing to hear a few words from him.

Instead of everyone treating him as a passer-by, he needs to spend more time and saliva explaining many things.

Secondly, after serving porridge for two days, most people in Luting will get up at that time.

As long as he makes some big noise, he can quickly gather this group of people.

As for those lazy people who stay in bed...

The lazy guy who is so hungry and still lazy in bed deserves to continue to be hungry!

He couldn't just grab the food and cook it and deliver it to their beds himself, right?

Once again, he robbed two of the three major grain merchants, and the caretakers already had a clear understanding of his force.

And after giving in once, the resistance in your heart will be smaller if you give in a second time.

Therefore, during the operation tomorrow morning, there should not be many people willing to risk their lives to fight with him.

He guessed that those who look after homes and nursing homes would most likely only stop them symbolically...

From these three perspectives, his grabbing food and porridge these two days can be regarded as paving the way for tomorrow morning's action.

As for the most important and difficult point: how to persuade the people of Luting to enter the grain depots of the three major grain merchants to collect grain?

Yang Ge thought about it and found that the three major grain merchants had already completed it for them!

In the words of Zhang Mazi: What the three major grain merchants have increased is not only the price of grain, but also the anger in the hearts of the people!

In the past, no one dared to attack the three major grain merchants.

It's just that things haven't reached that point yet, and the people are used to accepting things as they come, and no one takes the lead.

That Zhang Mazi, despite being at an absolute disadvantage, could bring out the anger in the hearts of the people of Echeng.

He, Zhang Mazi, had the absolute upper hand and could naturally release the anger in the hearts of the people in Luting!

"Isn't this going to ignite?"

Yang Ge put the tongs into the stove and stirred it. A large amount of oxygen poured in, and the flames in the stove immediately burned more intensely.

…

"Bang bang bang bang bang."

"On the fifth watch of the day, the Nine-Bake Hero is going to serve porridge!"

The watchman's distant sound of chiming the time almost made Yang Ge, who pushed out the door with a nine-tube mask, barely able to hold his nerve.

He held the nine-cylinder mask in front of him, smiled and said to the mask, "How do you feel?"

The nine-tube mask didn't answer, Yang Ge put it on his face and whispered to himself: "I think it's pretty good!"

He grabbed the knife, jumped onto the roof, and ran away along the roof with light steps.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Ge jumped onto the grain depot wall of Fuhe Grain Farm.

There was a table of wine and food set up inside the courtyard wall. A rich middle-aged man dressed as a businessman was sitting at the wine table. More than twenty men in brown clothes carrying knives and sticks were guarding the wine table.

"Should we take it directly, or should we go through the motions first?"

Yang Ge seemed to be unable to see the group of men in brown clothes. He held the lancet in front of his chest with both hands and asked lightly.

The rich middle-aged man stood up, clasped his hands with a smile and said: "I don't dare to work for Zhang Daxia. Three thousand eight hundred and eight kilograms, eight taels and six cents of corn have been prepared, just waiting for Zhang Daxia to come."

Yang Ge chuckled lightly, jumped off the courtyard wall, walked slowly to the wine table and sat down: "You Fuhe are so kind... get the food!"

The wealthy middle-aged man waved his hand, and a group of people in brown clothes turned around and rushed to the grain depot.

"Don't worry, Zhang Daxia might as well have a few drinks. We can't harm ourselves while saving the people, right?"

He smiled and picked up the jug, poured a glass of wine for Yang Ge, and made a gesture of invitation.

Yang Ge shook his head: "I won't drink anymore, I'm afraid you'll poison me!"

The rich middle-aged man's face remained unchanged, he picked up the wine glass with a smile and drank it in one gulp. Finally, he showed the bottom of the glass to Yang Ge with an open look: "Although Zhao is a businessman in the market, he does not bother to use such dirty tricks. , We at Fuhe Liangzhuang are sincerely friends with Zhang Daxia, so why would Zhang Daxia reject people thousands of miles away?"

As he spoke, he took another cup, filled it with a full glass of wine again, and made a "please" gesture to Yang Ge.

Yang Ge looked at him: "Zhao? Are you a member of the Zhao family?"

The rich middle-aged man raised his hands and said, "I'm Zhao Yonggui, who is in charge of the Fu Heliang account in Kaifeng."

Yang Ge gently put down the lancet and suddenly said with a smile: "I wonder if the Wang family and the Li family have ever told the Zhao family that you only have one chance to take action against me. After this time, your Zhao family, including those behind your Zhao family, will People will never have peace?"

Zhao Yonggui's eyes changed slightly, and there was a humble smile on his face: "Why did Zhang Daxia say this? But what is rude about me?"

"You are not a martial artist. I don't blame you for your eye sockets being a little shallow."

Yang Ge slowly pulled out the lancet and gently moved the glass of wine on the table with the blade: "For the sake of the sumptuous meal on this table, go ahead. You can go as far as you can before dawn." How far!"

"After dawn, not a single member of the Zhao family in Luting County will survive!"

Zhao Yonggui finally changed his color, stepped back behind a big man in brown clothes, and shouted loudly: "The gangster Zhang Mazi has arrived, please help my Zhao family. Once the deed is completed, the Zhao family will definitely be richly rewarded!" "

"Bang."

As soon as Zhao Yonggui's voice fell, the door of the grain depot collapsed, and a group of strong men in black clothes stood in the door and posed.

The man at the head, wearing a half-face evil ghost mask, wearing an embroidered flying fish suit, and carrying a copper-patterned oxtail knife on his waist, stood tall.

Yang Ge looked carefully and saw that the guy even had inner heightening pads and shoulder pads!

Fang Ke, who was in the other room, almost laughed out loud as he stared at the man from the Baihu family who was wearing a nine-cake mask.

Fortunately, he has received professional training. No matter how funny it is, he will never laugh: "Are you the tough gangster Zhang Mazi?"

He stepped out of the grain warehouse holding the oxtail knife, and behind him, a large number of embroidered guards poured out like a tide, surrounding Yang Ge.

Yang Ge was certainly right: "I didn't expect that the emperor's bodyguard would actually work as a lackey for such a rich man who was so unkind and had a son without sex. If word spread, he wouldn't be afraid of tarnishing the golden name of your embroidered clothes guard..."

When Fang Ke heard this, he felt like shit, Baihu, are you so powerful in combat? Are you so ruthless when fighting against your own unit?

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"

He did not dare to give Yang Ge another chance to speak, and hurriedly pulled out the oxtail knife: "I want to see if your knife is as sharp as your mouth! Brothers, come on!"

A group of strong men drew their swords and surrounded them steadily while shouting: "Abandoning troops will lead to survival, surrendering will be given leniency, resisting the French will lead to exile, killing officials and slaughtering clans..."

Yang Ge was speechless: 'Okay, okay, repay the other person with the same thing, right? ’

It seems that the daily training is still too light!

He made a silent thrust, swung the knife like a hammer, aimed at the arrogant Fang Ke in front of him and smashed it.

The violent explosion of the blade breaking through the air frightened Fang Ke into quickly stabilizing his lower body and raising the oxtail knife to parry.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

The two knives connected, and the sound was as loud as a bell.

The momentum was so fierce that Fang Ke was beaten back continuously, unable to fight back!

While Yang Ge hit Fang Ke hard with his sword, he still had time to use his palm power to knock back a group of warriors, making them unable to get close.

After only seven or eight blows, Fang Ke felt his arms were numb and unable to resist, and he quickly shouted at the top of his throat: "Bold and fierce gangster, take a blow from me!"

Fang Ke: ‘Sir, please follow the script! ’

Yang Ge turned a deaf ear and slammed the knife down again.

Fang Ke quickly turned sideways and raised his knife.

"Keng!"

The empty oxtail knife was cut into two pieces after being cut firmly.

Yang Ge stopped dead in his tracks, feeling heartbroken: 'My knife! ’

Fang Ke glanced at Yang Ge guiltily, and reacted very quickly. He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of saliva like blood, and shouted: "The gangsters are fierce and invincible. Brothers, retreat!"

In the middle of his words, he had already run away.

Seeing this, a group of warriors quickly followed their master's footsteps.

Yang Ge put away his knife and looked into the grain depot...there were still shadows of the Zhao family there!

He wordlessly picked up the half-cut oxtail knife and looked at it again and again in distress. He sighed sadly and took the half-knife. He turned around and opened the door of the grain depot. He stood at the door and slashed with the knife. He used his internal strength and shouted: "It's on fire." There’s a fire, come and put out the fire!”

The lights came on one after another.

Countless figures carrying wooden basins, buckets, and torches hurried towards this side.

Seeing more and more fire around him, Yang Ge turned around and rushed into the grain depot. His slogan changed: "10% of the food is in your hands, 90% of the food is in Fuhe, open the grain depot and save the people..." "