The question Zhai Huan asked was exactly what Captain Yang wanted to know.
At this time, Zhai Le thought of something and carefully asked Captain Yang for confirmation: "Does Captain Yang know... about the rebellion in Lingzhou?"
Captain Yang was stunned for a moment.
It's not that he has a problem with his understanding, but that he understands every word of Zhai Le's words, but why can't he digest them all together?
What is "Lingzhou Rebellion"?
He couldn't believe it.
He stood up on the spot, his eyes as wide as bells. He was pacing back and forth like an irritable and trapped animal, his breath dangerous and uneasy, and there were two holes in the ground under his feet. Finally, he asked in a hoarse voice: "What did you say... Lingzhou?"
What happened in Lingzhou?
When did the incident happen in Lingzhou?
Brother Zhai Le's reaction was even more shocked than his.
You really don’t know?
This, this...even they didn't know what to say. Zhai Le had no choice but to give a rough explanation of the situation, but he lied about the source of the information. He only said that he passed by a tea shop not long ago and heard a discussion among merchants, and did not name Shen Tang.
Although he didn't know why Brother Shen wanted to intercept the tax money, he believed that Brother Shen was a sincere and honest gentleman. Even if he did evil things, he would do it for a reason - not to mention, it might not be considered an evil thing. He could clearly see what was going on in Sibao County.
To be able to squeeze out so much tax money from a group of skinny people, and also give away a large number of rare treasures in addition to the tax money to please the king Zheng Qiao, the governor of Sibao County is also a ruthless person!
From this point of view, Zhai Le prefers Shen Tang.
Therefore, he remained tight-lipped.
He never revealed his speculation to Captain Yang.
"I don't know, I have never received this news..."
Duwei Yang was so angry that his liver was trembling, the whites of his eyes were covered with blood-red spider threads, and his eyes were fierce as if he wanted to eat ten people in one meal.
He was breathing heavily, and his fists were pinched so hard that his knuckles creaked. He suddenly thought of something, and his anger surged like gunpowder. He scolded: "No - there is chaos in Lingzhou, and the county governor has to pay tax at this juncture." do what?"
Zhai Le interjected softly: "Maybe the county guard doesn't know either?"
Captain Yang couldn't suppress his anger: "Can he not know? If he doesn't even know this, does his life depend on luck?"
Zhai Le: "..."
This... I can't say for sure.
If Sibao County fell, what benefits would it bring to him as the governor?
Zhai Huan said: "Don't be angry, Captain Yang. We still don't know which force is besieging Xiaocheng. It may not be the rebel forces in Lingzhou. On the other hand, if it is really them, it will be a good thing."
Lieutenant Yang reluctantly swallowed his anger and asked with red eyes, "Why did Mr. Zhai say that? If those mobs were causing trouble..."
Zhai Huan said: "It is difficult for a mob to become a great weapon."
Captain Yang choked.
As a brave warrior, he agreed with Zhai Huan's point of view. A group of makeshift old and weak soldiers, even if they are large in number, are only scary on the surface. The ratio of their brave warriors is too low, who makes it difficult for ordinary people to have enough food and clothing?
They will rebel because they don't have enough to eat, and like a snowball, people in the same situation will respond wherever they go, but - can a group of people who don't have enough to eat get enough to eat together?
How much fighting power can you have if you fight on an empty stomach?
How much of a threat can it pose?
Even if the garrison in Xiaocheng chooses to be a coward, unable to retreat, delaying the defense of the city, and fighting for food and grass, they can drag the enemy to death. What is truly terrifying is that if the enemy attacking the city is a well-trained "regular army" with ample food and grass, then it will be dangerous.
Captain Yang scratched his bun irritably.
He really couldn't think of any other possibilities...
Seeing that Captain Yang had no breakthrough, Zhai Huan could only shake his head secretly and was helpless - now he could only take one step at a time.
In private, he noticed that his cousin looked sick.
Naturally, it was a lot of questioning.
Zhai Le hesitated: "Brother, I, I——"
Zhai Huan: "Don't lie, you've never been good at this."
Zhai Le was immediately discouraged: "...Oh, that's it...about the group of gangsters last night, I actually have suspicions..."
Zhai Huan was not surprised and just asked: "Qi Yuanliang?"
Zhai Le was shocked: "Brother also knows?"
Zhai Huan almost laughed angrily: "What's so difficult about this?"
Do you really think that the literary scholar who can suppress him is so easy to meet? Ah Le thinks that everyone is as innocent as him and believes that there are coincidences in the world? From the moment Qi Shan appeared until the tax money was robbed, even if Qi Shan didn't do anything, Zhai Huan would immediately suspect him.
No reason, just because it's too much of a coincidence.
Coupled with Zhai Le's expression of being unable to hide something...
He asked: "How did you know?"
Zhai Le said: "Oh, because of Brother Shen's sword."
There is almost no room for error.
The corner of Zhai Huan's mouth twitched, and he reluctantly matched the "Brother Shen" Zhai Le often mentioned with the scarred-faced burly man last night.
"But he's not a literary scholar?"
Zhai Le said: "Yes, he is a scribe."
Zhai Huan: "...you call that a literary scholar?"
He was speechless, and it took him a long time to glance at the embarrassed Captain Yang in the distance, as if a breath was stuck in his chest, making him uncomfortable.
Zhai Le rubbed his chin and hesitated slightly: "He is elegant and has a literary monogram... He is indeed a literary scholar, that's right."
Zhai Huan: "..."
It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.
Shen Tang, who was being talked about by the two, felt the tip of his nose was a little itchy and sneezed uncontrollably. At the same time, he opened his eyes and sat up halfway.
When I woke up it was already dark.
The air was filled with an earthy smell mixed with the smell of blood.
She rubbed her forehead and recalled her memories carefully.
There is no suspense, nothing comes to mind.
However, it was familiar the first time, the second time, and the third time and the fourth time. She knew that she was drunk, so she didn't make a fuss about the change of environment. After a while, Chu Yao and the others came back, empty-handed. She thought they had failed to rob the tax bank.
"Goro is awake?"
Shen Tang asked: "How was the action last night?"
Chu Yao: "Everything goes well."
"Where's the tax money?"
Chu Yao handed her a parchment drawing and said: "Of course I buried it and took it out after the storm has passed. Does your head still hurt? I don't know where Qi Yuanliang got the strong liquor. You fought with me last night." It’s as if it’s a life-threatening situation… There will never be a next time!”
Although Wulang was very brave and fierce when he was drunk, he also lost some of the "reason" that ordinary people have and did not take his wounds seriously at all. Fortunately, those were minor injuries, and the blood volume seemed large, but most of them belonged to the enemy.
Qishan appeared out of nowhere like a ghost and said: "Chu Wuhui, although there are formations in battle, courage is the basis. Mr. Shen Xiaolang is brave against the enemy and is not afraid of life and death. What's wrong?"
When Shen Tang heard this, her head, which had not hurt at first, started to buzz. She hurriedly waved her hands and jumped up: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Now that everything is settled, let's go back quickly. We still have to pick up Lin Feng to go home." , if you stay a few days late, you will get angry with me..."
She shamelessly used Lin Feng as a shield.
Chu Yao snorted and refused to argue with Qi Shan.
The four of them took a short rest and prepared to return.
Her good mood ended abruptly at an official teahouse.
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