My lady, I'm going to rebel.

Xiejiabao is located between Haiqu and Langya, and you have to go north to go to Donglai.

Standing on the bank of the Yishui River, Mu Zheng looked to the west. Over there was Jinan. Going further, he could walk out of Shandong, head straight into the Central Plains, and then to Chang'an.

Mu Zheng sighed lightly: Xiu'er, I can't come to see you for the time being, wait for me!

In this trip, in addition to Gong Wen, Mu Zheng also brought three brothers from the fort, all of whom were young men with good archery skills.

A man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who runs very fast is called Liu Yu.

A man named Zhang Ke who is agile and good at rock climbing and tree climbing.

Zheng Chao is a man with a pointed chin and excellent eyesight and hearing.

They were all carefully selected by Mu Zheng, who planned to train them as key players of the sniper team.

"Where is the front?" Mu Zheng asked.

"We should be out of Haiqu County now." Liu Yu calculated based on the distance he was walking.

After a day's walk, everyone was exhausted. Perhaps due to the riots, there were still many people on the official road, most of whom were fleeing civilians.

I found a teahouse to rest.

"Brother, you said that it costs 2000 coins to buy a stone of rice now. Is the little money we brought enough?" Gong Wen was a little worried.

Huoquan is a product of Wang Mang's currency reform. The ancient pronunciation of "quan" and "qian" is the same. Because currency circulates like spring water, "quan" officially replaced "qian".

"It's definitely not enough." Mu Zheng didn't hesitate at all.

But he had no choice. Everyone was poor now, and the villagers had worked very hard to come up with 100,000 coins. Although 100,000 coins sounds like a lot, you have to know that after Wang Mang's many currency reforms, that money was no longer called money, but "whatever you want."

Because you can't figure out when its value changes.

But Mu Zheng was not in a hurry. The journey to Donglai was long, and who knew if money could make money?

As he was speaking, ten men dressed as warriors escorted a group of carriages and horses approaching from afar. Mu Zheng had only seen this scene in movies, and it was indeed very cool.

Seeing the caravan's flag clearly, Gong Wen's face was filled with envy: "Brother, that's the Lanling Han family's caravan, so impressive. Do you think our business will be that big in the future?"

Mu Zheng smiled and nodded.

Of course, it is definitely stronger than the Zaozhuang Han family!

After a while, the Han family caravan also entered the teahouse. There was a huge crowd of people, and the space instantly became crowded.

"Hey, what do you think those people were thinking? They even dared to rob our cavalry. I really don't believe in the knife in grandpa's hand." A man put down the knife in his hand and began to complain.

"Okay, Haiqu is in riot. Honest people are joining the army, while dishonest people are trying to take advantage of the situation. We just need to be careful." The speaker was a young man with a rosy complexion and white teeth. He wore a crown and a long robe. Although he looked the youngest, judging from his style, he should be the owner of the caravan.

"Well, that's true. These days, it's not easy for anyone. But if anyone wants to ruin my job, I'll break his eggs." The man snorted heavily.

Mu Zheng listened from the side and lamented that similar situations were too common in peasant uprisings.

What was the purpose of the uprising? Wasn't it just to be free from oppression, to have a full meal and warm clothes? But when these peasants actually took up their swords, they discovered that they could still eat and drink well without opposing the government.

That is to oppress the common people and rob the rich.

Therefore, those who were once oppressed eventually became the ones who took up the knife. This is one of the reasons why many peasant uprisings failed.

After drinking a few bowls of tea, Mu Zheng felt that the heat had dissipated a lot. Just as he was about to set off, four or five men wearing coarse cloth and holding long swords came on horseback. One of them was holding a flag with a huge "Lu" character written on it.

"Rebel army?" Gong Wen's eyes lit up.

"Not necessarily." Mu Zheng pulled Gong Wen back a step.

Didn't the caravan say that someone was taking advantage of the situation? Everyone coming here is riding horses. If it were the Lu family's rebel army, surely everyone wouldn't have a horse. Even if there were, they would definitely be high-ranking Lu family soldiers. How could they come here alone on this official road?

After hearing Mu Zheng's analysis, Gong Wen subconsciously held his purse tightly, and his words also fell into the ears of the man in the crown hat. He looked at Mu Zheng in surprise, his eyes full of approval.

Sure enough, those men stood on horseback in front of the teahouse with arrogant looks. The leading man glanced at everyone in the teahouse with his triangular eyes. When he saw the Han family caravan looking calm, his expression changed slightly, and then he turned his head and pretended not to notice.

Mu Zheng sneered. It seemed that his guess was correct. This group of people was exactly the "fishing in troubled waters" that the big man had just mentioned.

"If you pass through here today, you must abide by my rules." The leading man pointed a knife at the crowd. Of course, the people here did not include the Han family caravan.

"50 cents per person. You are not allowed to leave if you don't pay enough!" The man deliberately spoke in a vicious tone, but to Mu Zheng, he was just a paper tiger.

"Ah? Aren't you General Lu's men?" An old man was obviously a little confused.

"Exactly! General Lu has spoken. They're fighting the government at the front, leaving the rear empty and in need of your support. What? You don't want to pay? Are you the government's lackeys?"

The man's tone became stern, which frightened the old man so much that he kept denying it, and the teahouse was in an uproar.

Soon, some people dismounted to collect money, and if someone refused, they would threaten them with a knife.

Gong Wen was extremely anxious, while Mu Zheng took a sip of her cold tea. "Hey, stop ruining General Lu's reputation. If he knew you were robbing people in her name, he would definitely chop off your heads."

Although Mu Zheng had only met Lu once, he didn't want others to slander her reputation.

"Who are you?" The man who collected the money walked over with a knife in his hand, his eyes full of viciousness.

"Me?" Without any warning, Mu Zheng kicked the man in the chest. "I am a man who upholds justice!"

The man was kicked all over the place, and the leading man's face changed drastically. But before he could draw his sword, he saw a bench coming towards him.

Snapped……

It hit the tip of my nose and I felt a sharp sour sensation.

"Brother Fu!" The other men were also frightened and began to draw their swords in a panic. But they were just a mob after all, and before they could even draw their swords, Mu Zheng rushed directly in front of the leading man and forcibly pulled him off his horse by his ankle.

"Please spare my life, brave man."

The man who had been so arrogant just now turned pale with fear and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Mu Zheng raised his hand and slapped him, "I hate you bullies the most. If you have the guts, go fight the bandits."

The man surnamed Fu trembled. Mu Zheng kicked him again and pointed at the others: "Get down here, everyone."

The men lined up quickly, and Mu Zheng slapped each of them one by one and confiscated their swords and horses.

Gong Wen's face almost broke from laughing.

Five horses, exactly five people, no longer have to walk on two legs.

Just as Gong Wen and the others were gathered around the horses to see the strange sight, the man in the hat came up to Mu Zheng and bowed respectfully, "What a courageous man! I'm Han Zi from Lanling County. What's your name, sir?"

Mu Zheng was about to answer when his pupils suddenly trembled and he blurted out, "Han Zi? Why aren't you in Chang'an?"