Zhao Zhensheng, known as "Sai Mengchang" in Hebei Province. [Full text reading] People in Jianghu are not very educated. They just use a few words over and over to give nicknames, and they always have to cover something. Anyone who is generous with money and likes to make friends can get in touch with Meng Chang.
Zhao Zhensheng's martial arts skills are no more than third-rate, but he just likes to help his friends in the world, and he has won the respect of the martial arts community. In his official position, he relied on a general from the Yuan Dynasty, and he controlled the mule and horse business in the three northern provinces. He was a very rich man.
Now he is over forty years old, has gained weight, and has long since lost his martial arts skills. The business will be taken care of by the people below. Zhao Zhensheng just wants to have fun and have fun with his friends in the world every day, so he is very happy.
Cars and horses rumbled on the street, and the Zhao family's motorcade meandered forward. In the carriage, Zhao Zhensheng's face was as gloomy as water, and he silently looked at the pedestrians outside the curtain. After a long time, he opened the piece of paper in his palm and looked at it. This note was originally folded into the shape of Fang Sheng and had a wax seal with a flower on it, but no one had ever opened it.
This Fang Sheng was brought by a Shaolin lay disciple who happened to be passing by. He only said that he was sending a letter to a friend.
When it was unfolded, there was a line of small words written on it in iron-like fonts.
"Brother Zhang met like this:
My younger brother has long admired Sai Mengchang's name and yearned for him. If you have time, please come to Shaoshi Mountain for a while. My brother should prepare a little wine and sweep the couch to welcome him. "
The first recognition is the word "Hong".
Zhao Zhensheng thought for a long time and couldn't remember that he knew anyone with "Hong" in his name. This person sent a letter through a Shaolin disciple and made an appointment at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. He obviously had a close relationship with the Shaolin sect and was probably a Shaolin disciple. The Shaolin Sect has always had an excellent reputation, so they are not afraid of traps.
But the title of "Brother Zhang" made him tremble with fear. He has made as many as eight hundred martial arts friends, but no one knows that his surname is Zhang! His family was originally a big salt merchant named Zhang in the Song Dynasty. They were in charge of public and private salt sales in several provinces, and they were considered extremely wealthy. The Mongols went south and uprooted the Zhang family. They killed all the family members, old and young, except for him, the only one who escaped.
He fled to the north alone and survived anonymously. Now, on the surface, he is friends with powerful people, but in private, he is gathering people from all walks of life. He just hopes that someone will rise up, so he uses his wealth to gather a rebel army, for the first time in his life!
Therefore, he was seemingly unable to have children and only adopted a few adopted sons to take care of the family business. In fact, he left a root in Lingnan, with the surname Zhang. Now that he has everything in place, he sees that Yuanting is unstable and watches with cold eyes every day, just waiting for a chance to risk his life.
Unexpectedly, I received this note today...
A month later, Zhao Zhensheng went south, at least to the foot of Shishan Mountain, where Lu Yuan greeted him.
The two chatted happily in the Shaolin Courtyard for three days before Zhao Zhensheng said goodbye and left.
After Zhao Zhensheng returned, he claimed to have converted to Buddhism. Within a few months, the wealth of the Wan Guan family was divided and dispersed, and a wealthy businessman was disbanded in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, several nobles from the Golden Family appeared in Dadu. These tribes were all destroyed when the Blue Devil was rampant, and only one of the whole family escaped. Fortunately, he had enough tokens with him, and he was easily naturalized in the Zongren Mansion, becoming a nobleman in the capital who enjoyed the royal food.
These people have no authority, so they naturally have no businessmen to fawn over. Relying on some royal grain relief, it was very "poor". Therefore, these people sold some of their belongings or made a living as merchants, and you all pretended not to know and did not ask about it.
Some of these people have deep family backgrounds, and what they bring out are all things that have been passed down for a long time on the grasslands, and some are even exquisite artifacts plundered during the expedition to Europe. These things made the old and new nobles in Yuandu lament that they were prodigal, and at the same time they rushed to buy them. These people have gained huge wealth, but they have no intention of rebuilding their families. They just spend their time living and drinking. In the blink of an eye, the money disappears like running water, and the people also become destitute and disappear.
There are also people who are good at making exquisite utensils. Some people can make Dharma wheels with gold carvings and silver ornaments, snuff bottles with uncanny interior paintings, and all kinds of exquisite porcelain that is as greasy as fish meat. There are also people who are good at making various kinds of sandalwood furniture, and some people are good at dog fighting and cockfighting...
These furniture and playthings are all exquisite works of art. It often takes several months to produce one piece. Each item attracts attention and can easily be sold for tens of thousands of taels of silver. Among them, the richest gold family naturally received the most, scattering a lot of silk, gold and silver in exchange for artifacts that only gods can enjoy.
There is also the legendary "luck and longevity ointment" that only gods can eat, but unfortunately most Mongolian nobles only know its name. It is said that the elixir becomes Qi when it encounters wind and turns into water when it encounters wood. They can only be served in jade bowls, eaten with jade spoons, and can only be exchanged for beautiful jade. Even if there are mountains of gold and silver and other common things, they cannot be exchanged for even a tael. For a time, jade was precious and gold was cheap in the world. Countless Mongolian nobles collected beautiful jade, just in exchange for the supreme elixir that could prolong life and achieve immortality.
Such disturbing things happened one after another in Yuandadu.
The people of the Yuan Dynasty just felt that most of the capital was more lively than before, while the Han officials were worried about the sudden emptiness of the treasury. After careful inspection, they could only find that the noble people of the Yuan Dynasty had become even more prodigal. There was nothing they could do except sigh.
This astonishing wealth, under the control of a man named "The Rich Man", changed hands several times and was hidden among the lakes and seas, just waiting to be used!
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Peng Yingyu is one of the five disciples of Mingjiao.
Among the Wusan people, only two monks, Peng Yingyu and Dubu monk, were the most determined rebels. However, it is impossible to say that what the monk hopes is to use Mingjiao as the main force to resist the imperial court. Peng Yingyu said, "I have said long ago that the Mongolian Tatars cannot be chased by the power of our Mingjiao alone. We must contact the heroes from all over the world to fight together. Only then can things be accomplished.”
In contrast, Peng Yingyu has a stronger view of the overall situation.
He was also one of the largest anti-Yuan rebel leaders in history.
Monk Peng looked at a letter on the table in the room and frowned secretly. This newly opened "Yelai Inn" is good, but not very good in terms of safety. He had only left for a moment, and this letter appeared out of thin air on the table in the room, and the waiter didn't even know it!
I walked over and didn't rush to pick it up. I looked at it carefully first. A simple envelope made of rice paper, with the words "Peng Yingyu personally expresses it" written on it. The frame between the fonts is quite strong, but the strokes are as thin as silk threads, which looks very awkward.
Looking around and seeing nothing, Monk Peng used a knife to open the envelope, and a wax-sealed Fang Sheng fell out.
Crush it open and stretch it out, never touching the middle. There are too many ghosts and tricks in the arena, and we have to be on guard against them.
"If you know who I am, please tell me at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain."
The signature is the word "hong".
Peng Yingyu was both civilized and military, and she understood the meaning of the word Hong after a little thought.
"Have the Han lost their territory? Since they are the same people who drove out the Mongolian Tatars, they have to break into the dragon's pond and the tiger's den!"
Nowadays, Mingjiao is torn apart and fighting for power and profit. Instead, it has abandoned its original ideal of expelling the Tartars and restoring the Han Dynasty! Monk Peng Yingyu, who wanted to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty, had long been disillusioned with Mingjiao. It's just that although the Mingjiao is unbearable, it is the largest anti-Yuan force in the world, and the others have no hope. When Peng Yingyu was involved, she certainly had the element of brotherhood among the Wusan people, but she also had the desire to reunify the Ming Cult and raise the flag of righteousness again.
After Peng Yingyu had a deep talk with Lu Yuan, she went directly to a small temple at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain and became an ordinary traveling monk.
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