Fox Road Travel Notes

Everyone looked at this strange young man with a smile and gave away ten thousand taels of silver in an understatement. Feeling confused and confused...

In times of trouble, the price of silver rises.

According to the official regulations of the Qing court, one tael of silver was exchanged for 700 cents from the late Ming Dynasty to 1000 cents now.

But privately among the people, it is common to exchange 1200 copper coins.

A big businessman like Tang Jingwu, who has made money from all directions, even if his family has millions of assets and working capital, tens of thousands of taels of silver is already quite a lot.

But how did they know that Mr. Xi was the one Chen Zican deceived on the way?

His home is known as Half Dongting.

It is said that almost all the land east of Dongting Lake belongs to his family, and he is a well-deserved rich man.

Of course, what the local tycoons hate the most are these rebels who come roaring in and roar away, causing people to panic and the place to be uneasy.

This time, the fat young man from the Xi family came to Beijing with a huge sum of fifty thousand taels for management.

It was the hope that the Qing government would allow them to recruit local warriors to cooperate with the officers and soldiers to destroy the Dongting Water Village.

But he never thought that the remaining more than 10,000 taels of silver notes would be defrauded by Chen Zican with a worthless winter melon.

Liu Tichun was also startled, his eyes slightly red.

He stood up and bowed deeply to Tang Jingwu and Chen Zican.

"Mr. Tang, and this brother Chen, these two are so righteous, they make Liu so ashamed!"

"I, Liu Tichun, hereby swear to the heavens that all the Kuidong Zhongzhen Camp will never let you brothers fight alone, even if they are naked."

"Let's send out these soldiers!"

Wang Heming breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the Thirteenth Kuidong Family sent troops, most of this goal would have been achieved.

Although the thirty thousand taels of silver donated by Tang Jingwu and Chen Zican could only be regarded as a drop in the bucket for the cost of dispatching the army.

But if he were not inspired by their loyalty, getting a mature and prudent general like Liu Tichun to agree to send troops would have to involve some bargaining.

Thinking of this and looking at Chen Zican, I felt a little sorry.

He personally promised that the money in the young master of the Tang family would belong to him.

In the end, he still spent it on his own affairs.

He turned back and glanced at Tong Monk: "Third brother, look..."

Monk Tong also turned red with excitement.

"Military advisor, Brother Wu gave you instructions when we came out. Everything is at your disposal."

"Whatever you say, let's do it. My son from Dongting Lake belongs to my mother-in-law?"

Wang Heming nodded and said: "The third brother is right!"

Looking back, Wang Heming also stood up and said loudly: "General Liu, today we are in the same boat, loyalty comes first, there is no need to worry about the success of important things!"

"Although I, Dongting Water Village, do not have a family as big as Brother Tang, I am still willing to donate 20,000 taels of silver to Kuidong to reward the soldiers!"

The atmosphere in the room was warm, and everyone was no longer as wary of each other as they had been at the beginning.

After all, the national crisis in Jiashen has been going on for nearly ten years, and everyone is fighting for their own lives.

Never before have leaders from so many families gathered together to plan for a great cause.

Suddenly, a loud voice outside the door laughed and said: "You gang of rebels have done a great job!"

Everyone's expressions changed, and their hands reached for the weapons at their waists.

Wang Qiaorong suddenly looked happy and shouted: "Uncle Li, you are always late -"

Jump over and open the door.

Outside the door, a tall middle-aged man stood, looking inside the room and laughing.

"You've all come together. For such a big event, how can I, Yuyuan Li Huajing, be left out!"

He reached out again and touched Wang Qiaorong's head lovingly: "Girl, you run fast."

"I only care about others, but I don't care that my uncle is old and can't walk anymore!"

Wang Heming smiled and said to Chen Zican, "This is Li Huajing, the leader of Shandong Yuyuan Army."

"Headmaster Li and the Da Cang Mountain rebels have always been on the same page and supported each other..."

Wang Qiaorong blushed with embarrassment and shook Li Huajing's sleeves.

"Uncle Li, my eldest brother said that all matters concerning our family should be decided by you."

"Look, everyone agrees to send troops to cooperate with the imperial court in the Northern Expedition. Let's..."

Li Huajing came in, bowed to everyone, and said with a smile: "Girls are outgoing, how can I be your master?"

"If I dare to utter even a word of "no" today, why don't you, Rong girl, kill me with one sword?"

"Come out, why don't you come out?"

"I, Li Huajing, have long been waiting for Master Wang to go north and wipe out the Hulu!"

"Our Yulin Army has already done enough for this country rat who is digging holes in the forest!"

Li Huajing's words seemed like a joke, but everyone could hear the underlying edge.

What everyone was discussing behind closed doors this time was a major matter related to the outcome of the war and the survival of each family.

If anyone dared to cross the sword, Wang Qiaorong, the famous red pink Shura in Qilu, would have to drink the blood from his neck with the long sword in his hand.

Now everyone, led by the thirteen families of Kuidong, agreed to send troops.

The only ones who have not expressed their stance are the Taihang Rebel Alliance.

The terrain of Taihang Mountain is steep, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is located in the heart of Zhili.

It would be impossible without them to cut off the enemy's food routes and eliminate the enemy's news.

However, the Taihang Mountain Rebel Alliance is dotted with more than a dozen cottages, large and small.

Although nominally they all regard Gourd King Ren Liang as their leader, they actually do not interfere with each other.

The total number of people is quite a lot, but it's a pity that it's so scattered that it's hard to use it.

This time, Gourd King Renliang came out to attend the gathering in person, and he was also accompanied by Baishi Shantian Tianbu and Jitoushan Guan Xianwu.

This old gourd king has been pretending to be confused.

He made jokes and was vague, but he just refused to say clearly that he would not send troops.

At this time, when he heard Li Huajing's words, Gourd King's eyes flashed with light, and the smile on his face paused, then returned to his face.

He looked up to the sky and yelled: "Get out!"

"When I go back today, I, Mr. Ren, will summon all the village leaders to discuss how to cooperate with the brothers in the battle."

He rolled his eyes: "But..."

"Everyone knows the situation in the Taihang Mountains. They are all a group of beggars trapped in the barren mountains. The only thing they have is a knife."

"Sometimes you eat food, and sometimes you eat grass. If you don't have money, no one will ask for money, and if you don't give me some benefits, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid what?"

Li Huajing glared and said sternly.

An old man like Calabash King is just a piece of meat, even this.

He squinted his eyes and smiled more cunningly.

"I just saw everyone's deep sense of loyalty and generosity, and I was very moved!"

"But I wonder if there is any great benefactor who would take pity on us, a family of young people in Taihang Mountain, and give away tens of thousands of taels of silver to reward the children?"

Heroes from all walks of life have just put aside their selfishness and are ready to work together to restore the Central Plains.

It was at a time when the crowd was in a rage, and being disturbed by him in this way, their faces suddenly changed color.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the smooth old face of Calabash King.

Just wait for him to utter any unreasonable and extravagant nonsense, and he will be cut into pieces immediately.

The big Bashan Tiger next to the Gourd King also stood up suddenly, pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, sat on his horse with his shoulders slumped, and looked at everyone eagerly.

On his side, Guan Xianwu and Tianbu Plowing also put his hands towards his bulging waist.

In fact, the reason why Gourd King Renliang opened his mouth was because he had no intention of falling out with the heroes on the spot.

He just sits on the ground and raises the price, waiting for everyone to pay back the money.

If you can ask for more, do so; if you can give less, give less.

This soldier will eventually be sent out.

After all, if he just sits back and watches the Qing government wipe out all the heroes, and his various villages in the Taihang Mountains become the target of public criticism, how long can he survive alone?

Seeing that the situation was about to break out, Wang Qiaorong couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled out his long sword and pointed it at the Gourd King.

The long sword was unsheathed, and a fierce murderous aura had been firmly locked on Ren Liang...