He put the silver in his arms and drilled out the secret passage, which led from the backyard to the outside of the wall. There was a carriage waiting for him outside. A strong domestic servant saw Li Dingguo and asked him to get on the carriage.
From the direction of the main door, there were banging sounds from soldiers, mixed with angry curses.
Li Dingguo let out a long sigh and began to worry about Lao Yu, imagining the fat man who took Fu Shou ointment and was thrown into the prison of the Zhenfu Division.
"My master has connections, so you don't have to worry, military master."
The servant saw through Li Dingguo's thoughts at a glance. He waved his riding whip, and the wheels immediately spun and ran over the bluestone pavement, making an unsettling squeaking sound.
After exiting the alleyway, the carriage continued towards Juechen, the gate of Raozhou City, without stopping.
The streets outside were bustling with hustle and bustle. Vendors were shouting loudly and pedestrians were greeting each other. Li Dingguo looked out through the car window and saw pedestrians, cars and horses bustling with each other. It was a bustling scene.
He was still killing people a few days ago, but today he was rescued again and had a way back. Li Dingguo was speechless for a moment, as if he was in another world.
According to the Qi Dynasty's land and property system, any private property must be resolutely outlawed, and the wealthy gentry within the empire were all targeted. They are all enemies of Da Qi and must be killed decisively and without mercy. Their property belongs to Da Qi...
The instructor rewrote these dogmas into easy-to-understand and catchy words, and sent people to preach them repeatedly in various corps, states and counties;
In addition, in schools across Daqi, teachers do not forget to brainwash children. Three sentences are inseparable from robbing the rich and giving to the poor, or telling the story of Emperor Wuding's invincible heroic past, expressing that the Supreme Emperor has no one to live with. No one is not warm evenly.
"Killing so many people, regardless of good or bad? Where is Daqi's bottom line?"
Li Dingguo has stayed in several cities in Liaodong, but he has never felt the prosperity in front of him. In comparison, the empire feels bleak, although it also has beautiful streets, magnificent cities, and the lives of ordinary people. It left an unforgettable impression on the world and made many people yearn for it.
Li Dingguo questioned himself in his heart.
Questions like this were too profound for Li Dingguo, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, and he really couldn't answer them.
"Raozhou is governed in an orderly manner. There is no shortage of capable officials in the Ming Dynasty." Li Dingguo praised sincerely.
The driver who was driving the car in front heard this and smiled and echoed: "Yin Zhizhou loves the people like his own son. Working in our Raozhou is a blessing to the people of Raozhou."
The two arrived at the dock, and the coachman quickly went ashore to discuss with a boat boss, asking him to pick up the injured young man in front of him.
The boat boss obviously knew Lao Yu and quickly agreed.
Li Dingguo was overjoyed and hurriedly boarded the sail.
The ship slowly weighed anchor, and the sailors climbed onto the mast and turned over the limp sails.
"In the future, when the army goes south, it will definitely protect your master's life!"
The driver chuckled and said without looking back: "Master, take care of your own life first. There are still hundreds of miles to go to Wuchang. You will walk the rest of the way alone."
Li Dingguo thought this coachman was quite interesting, so he asked him what his name was.
"A humble family with a humble surname is not worth worrying about. See you later!"
After that, he raised his whip and the carriage creaked across the road.
Li Dingguo stood at the bow of the boat and stared blankly for a while until the carriage disappeared behind the hills in the distance.
Just as he was about to return to the cabin, he suddenly heard a woman crying from the dock behind him.
Li Dingguo felt that this voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
When I looked back, I saw five or six hunky-backed men, holding a three-foot-long water tank and a thick red cage in their hands.
The cage was made of bamboo strips and painted red. Li Dingguo grew up in the north. When he saw this thing for the first time, he was curious and thought it was an ordinary bamboo cage. Use it to hold chickens, ducks, livestock, and pigs.
Next, Li Dingguo saw a woman in a bamboo cage, also dressed in red. He looked carefully for a while and found that the woman in the bamboo cage was also looking outside, with eyes like a drowning person trying to grab a life-saving straw.
Li Dingguo's location was only a few steps away from the bamboo cage, and the sailors and merchants on the ship also started making noises.
"What Lao Yu said is true. We really want to soak the pig cage. What the hell is this place?"
The two looked at each other.
A group of tribesmen raised their arms and shouted enthusiastically.
"Shenhe!"
"The Yin family's innocence cannot be tarnished!"
"Dip the pig cage, dip the pig cage...!"
The ship gradually left the shore and the bamboo cage slowly sank. Li Dingguo walked straight to the bow of the ship and jumped off.
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Over the next few months, they fled northward by land, experiencing dusty and muddy roads, soft sand and sharp rocks, numerous biting frosts and two heavy snowfalls.
They survived just because they didn't want to die. She was tanned, like a branch pulled out of the fire before it was burned to ashes, and her skin was full of holes like cracked fruits; the people in the villages and towns thought they were ghosts. Small places or remote villages caused panic.
After walking hundreds of miles, their feet felt like they had a layer of cork and were covered with calluses. The whole of Jiangxi was beneath their feet.
Several times they approached the border of Daqi, but they did not cross immediately because Li Dingguo was not a map wizard like Li Sanguang, so he could not see that there was a line separating Daqi and Ming.
They kept walking and walking, until one day they came to the edge of the Yangtze River. In the dark river water, Yin Zhizhou's daughter saw fish swimming very deep in the river, crystal-like and silver fish schools, and long crests. Some have smooth backs, some have scaly backs.
The lights of fishing lights on the river illuminate the road ahead, like a beacon in the fog.
"Okay, we are almost home." Li Dingguo said, they need to enter Wuchang City first, which is the northernmost city of the Southern Ming Dynasty and one of the most prosperous cities under the rule of Emperor Hongguang.
It was a hot summer day, and the river breeze at night carried the smell of blood.
A large group of people gathered in the open space in front of the Jiangxia General Military Mansion, with flashing torches, billowing black smoke, and blazing bonfires.
Li Dingguo led the woman through the crowd and reached the front row. They were wearing ordinary people's clothes and did not look eye-catching at all.
"Who are these people? Why did the commander-in-chief execute them?"
Li Dingguo asked an old man who was watching the fun.
"The traitors who have secretly conspired with the Qi State and believe in the True Martial God will all be put to death in Lingchi."
A total of 11 people were executed. Many cuts had been made, and only the bloody skeletons were left on the execution ground, making it difficult to distinguish their faces.
Li Dingguo continued to distinguish carefully under the dim light. He looked for a long time and finally recognized the salt dealer who helped him escape from Raozhou two months ago among a group of prisoners in the Flesh Mold Lake.
"Lao Yu, do you want to go back to Liaodong?"
When the executioner was not paying attention, Li Dingguo cut off the dying head with a knife, put it in a black package with only five holes, shouted that the Qi army was coming, then took advantage of the chaos and took the woman's hand, left Jiangxia, and arrived at the border of the empire. .
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