Wang Heng's Ba Dao clan has always been in collusion with local officials and preyed on the common people.
When the Chunhua Valley incident occurred, Wang Heng, the head of the Ba Dao Sect, was killed. The government was alarmed and ordered people to investigate Ji Ruge's whereabouts.
When Uncle Liu asked about the news about Ji Ruge in Chunhua Valley, he rode on a donkey in the rain, but he was a quarter or three quarters late and missed the opportunity again.
Uncle Liu planned to continue traveling south to try his luck. He also heard that something happened in Zhoujiazhuang this month, and the owners of the village were selling their businesses everywhere.
After entering Danzhou City, I heard that the owner of Zhoujiazhuang was killed in the main hall, and no one collected his body.
Uncle Liu inquired all the way to Zhoujiazhuang and wanted to go in to see what was going on.
Officials came inside to collect the corpse, and then sealed Zhoujiazhuang.
The main ferry in Danzhou City, Huaijiang River.
Rock walls are lined up, houses are lined up, and countless boats, large and small, are parked at the ferry.
The sails were furled, the anchor was set, and the coming and going did not stop because of the rain.
On one side of the chain-linked stone fence, under the tattered canvas eaves of a tavern.
A slovenly middle-aged beggar was hiding in a dry place. He scratched his disheveled hair. He seemed to be itching for lice. His sleepy eyes squinted in front of him.
A fisherman, carrying a fishing rod and leading a donkey, stood in front of him.
The old beggar opened his eyes and looked at him.
"Old guy, what are you doing?" The beggar glared at Uncle Liu.
Liu Bo paused, took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, threw it over, and landed on the ground beside the beggar.
The beggar picked it up and took a bite. It was genuine.
Uncle Liu asked: "Did you see a lone middle-aged swordsman passing by?"
The beggar shook his head and replied lazily: "No."
Uncle Liu asked again: "What about a young man in his twenties? He is so tall, a little thin, and he is walking alone."
The beggar heard this and thought about it. When it rained, a boy carrying a bamboo pole passed by. At that time, he was looking for food by the sewage barrel next to him. This boy was on the table next to him. A man carrying a coarse cloth package.
The beggar's hand wrapped in rags stretched out towards Uncle Liu again.
Seeing that he wanted more money, Uncle Liu frowned slightly and handed over another broken piece of silver.
"A boy carrying a yellow bamboo pole passed by carrying a coarse cloth package. He took a big boat to Yunzhou and walked for some time." The beggar replied.
When Uncle Liu heard this, he turned around and left. He went to Dutou to find a large sailboat that could carry livestock and planned to go straight to Yunzhou.
It clears up after the rain.
Among the eight sects in the south of the Yangtze River, Ji Ruge took action in five sects. Only one monk from Luohan Hall died in Huatan Temple, while the four sects of Mingyi Sword Sect, Luoyue Sect, An Ningguan and Ba Dao Sect were all dead leaders. people.
These sects were established not long ago, and I am afraid that they will all be wiped out in Jiangnan from now on.
Jiangnan is completely in chaos.
Ji Ruge's words will soon spread throughout the Central Plains in April.
Later, Li Luo took An Ning to the tavern to look for Xiao Yu several times. After hearing from Uncle Liu that Xiao Yu and Uncle Liu had left and no one knew where they were going, the original plan of stealing the tavern's treasures secretly had to be given up.
An Ning and her brother both took a strict view of themselves. They were afraid that after returning to Lushan, they would stay in the sword room practicing swordsmanship all day long. They didn't know when they would have the opportunity to play with fire secretly.
This is how people are, the more they are oppressed, the more they want to resist.
Li Luo was playful when she was a child and found it very enjoyable to light things with fire folding sticks. She ordered several rooms in the mountain behind Li Zong, and later secretly ordered the bedroom of her master Wei Changyin.
Later, she always played with fire and got into trouble, so she was strictly ordered by Li Bai not to have anything that could light a fire with her. Whenever she went out, someone would guard her, and she was not allowed to touch anything related to something that could light a fire.
Li Luo's problem is difficult to change in a short period of time, and he can only endure it when he feels itchy.
Yunzhou and Yangzhou are separated by Minzhou.
Among the three prefectures and counties, only Yangzhou is the smallest. As the Huaijiang River goes south, Minzhou has a very vast terrain.
The floods in Yunzhou were caused precisely by the collapse of the dams on the lower reaches of the Huai River and the government's ineffective rectification, which made people's lives miserable.
Xiaoyu carried his own pole and carried the hundreds of thousands of silver notes to Yunzhou for disaster relief.
Exchanging silver was a big problem, but fortunately Minzhou and Yunzhou were large and rich in land and resources, with many prefectures and cities. He spent two months exchanging the silver at each bank before sending it out.
Xiao Yu, who has always been a loner, doesn't quite trust the government's disaster relief officers.
After exchanging hundreds or even a thousand taels at a time, which was enough for him to carry, he carried the load and gave it to the victims in the disaster area. Xiaoyu had done this more than once.
This time when I go south to Yunzhou, I will do the same thing.
The ship passed by Minzhou and heard that many disaster victims were pouring into Minzhou. The county magistrate of Minzhou ordered the city gates to be strictly guarded to prevent Yunzhou disaster victims from entering the city.
Xiaoyu carried the banknotes on his back and went down to Minzhou on the middle road. He wanted to check on the influx of victims in Minzhou and take measures according to the disaster.
Uncle Liu, on the other hand, took a boat all the way to Yunzhou to look for traces of Xiaoyu.
The two missed it.
At Minzhou Ferry, Xiaoyu got off the boat humming the ditty "Drunken Flower Yin" sung by the actor in the kiln.
The nearest county is called Gongjia County, so named because many people with the surname Gong have always lived in the county.
It is already the fourth day of April.
The morning sun is still buried in the clouds, and the morning breeze is cool.
The sky was sunny, Xiao Yu followed passers-by on the way to Gongjia County, and met many victims along the way.
Outside the county seat.
Xiaoyu passed by a small town called Huashui Town, and people in the town were giving porridge to provide disaster relief.
Xiaoyu was eating noodles in a noodle shop and saw all this.
Yuan Yuan saw that the porridge provider was an old lady, smiling and saying kindly, "Take your time, don't be anxious, we have everything, we have everything."
The victims were lining up, each holding a broken bowl, waiting for food.
While the old lady was serving porridge, a line of servants dressed in purple suddenly came. The leader was a man in a hairpin hat, about forty years old, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a sparse beard.
They ran straight to the old lady's porridge bucket and took the spoon from her hand to scoop the porridge.
"Don't give porridge here! Get out of here!" The leading servant held his back and glared at the old lady.
The old lady said anxiously: "Why? I'm doing this for free. I don't need any money. Don't stop me. Look at how pitiful they are." The old lady pointed to the victims around her with a worried look on her face.
The servant yelled: "You have to withdraw it because you don't need money! If you do this, our master's grain business will be greatly reduced. How can we still make money? If you want to eat, you have to use money to exchange for it! !" Old lady, don’t you understand the rules?”
"Come on, come on, you guys, cover her porridge tightly and carry it away. Let's see how she still serves porridge!" The servant pointed at the four large porridge buckets and ordered several subordinates around him.
When the old lady heard this, she stood up with angry eyes and stretched out her hand to hit the leading servant, but she was worried that they were too powerful and did not dare to attack, so she stood there in a daze.
The servant had a sneer on his face and frowned: "Hey, hurry up, come on, come on, beat me, I'll let you beat me, see if you dare? You dare to interfere with Master Zeng's business, you have been alive for a long time, and you can't live long." You're here for patience, right?...You guys, please be more agile."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted his face, stretched his head over, and said arrogantly:
"Come on, hit me, hit me hard!!"
Xiao Yu frowned and was about to walk over and give him a big slap on the ear.
"Snapped!!!"
There was a crisp sound that everyone in the alley could hear clearly.
"This is the first time I've heard such a request." The person who came was a girl. After slapping the servant fiercely, she frowned, rubbed her palms, and asked in a low voice, "Master! What's wrong? How are you doing? Are you comfortable? Do you want to fight again?"
