Regarding the problems of agriculture and rural areas, Zuo Menggeng had no clue until he left Zhuangzi.
This has been a problem for the Chinese nation for thousands of years. If you can figure it out and find a solution in a moment, you are a god.
He has actually seen that the lives of bankers are on the verge of collapse.
Many people's rice jars are already empty.
I could have gone to the city to work and earn some money and food. Now that we can't enter the city, I'm afraid many people will starve to death this winter.
Zuo Menggeng cannot be cold-blooded and cruel, and the hanging of Liang Yue's family has deeply stimulated his nerves.
He has ordered Zuo Rong to take out some grain from the house and send it to the farmers after he returns.
Although it is not much, it can slightly delay the famine of farmers.
What will happen next, we can only think of another way.
The road back to the city was generally the same as when we came here.
To say there was, was that more than twenty riders appeared behind them and followed them leisurely.
With their faces covered in black scarves, Zuo Rong and Zuo Hua felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Master, it seems he is coming for us."
Zuo Mengeng woke up from his meditation, looked at his surroundings, and understood everything.
"I can only fight."
We were about to reach a fork in the road ahead, and a convoy appeared. More than a dozen large vehicles were traveling at a leisurely pace, but they stopped one after another when they reached the intersection.
Invisibly, these large vehicles became obstacles, blocking the way forward.
The knights from behind came up again, forming a perfect flanking attack.
On the carriage in the middle, there was a woman in black sitting.
Zuo Mengeng recognized him as the man giving porridge outside the city.
The rest of the people took out knives and guns from the car, but this woman sat quietly, her eyes always locked on Zuo Mengeng.
They are a pair of beautiful and unique eyes, bright and charming, lively and charming in the blink of an eye.
This is not robbery!
The target is him.
Zuo Mengeng made a judgment immediately.
The nine of them were blocked in the middle of the road, with enemies in front and behind them. The situation was extremely dangerous.
Zuo Rong drew his sword, urged his horse forward, and said to his brothers: "Protect the young master. If something goes wrong, escort the young master back to the city."
Several other people understood that no matter how many people died, Zuo Mengeng's safety must be guaranteed. So they all drew their knives, and no one showed fear.
As expected, all the servants of the Zuo family will go to the battlefield and serve as soldiers for their master.
This is the strength that generals rely on most. How can they not be elite?
Therefore, the eight people who enjoy glory and wealth forever will receive the most rigorous polishing while in the mansion. In addition to being younger, his kung fu is far better than that of ordinary generals.
The siege was complete, and the cavalry behind them no longer concealed themselves. They drew out their weapons and began to slowly increase their horse speed.
Seeing Zuo Rong and others preparing for the attack, Zuo Mengeng was puzzled.
"What are you doing?"
Zuo Rong was stunned when he was asked about the enemy.
"Young Master, why do you need to ask this question? You are waiting for the enemy to come up and fight."
Zuo Mengeng patted his forehead and was extremely speechless.
"We are being besieged, and we still have to wait for the enemy to come up? Won't you take the initiative to attack? You are riding on a horse, and if you don't move, won't you lose all your advantages?"
The eight people were stunned for a moment, and then showed their annoyance and shame.
If they didn't say anything anymore, they all urged their mounts, no longer caring about the interception behind them, and went straight to the convoy to kill.
The people on the other side of the convoy, like the knights behind them, also came around with weapons.
But they didn't expect that Zuo Rong and others would attack them first.
These people left the convoy and had no advantage at all when facing the galloping cavalry.
Zuo Rong and others charged and killed dozens of people. The rest fell into chaos and ran toward the carriage.
The knights behind saw the fighting in front and rushed over to join the battle group.
Although there were many enemies, and many of them had extraordinary martial arts, Zuo Mengeng didn't care at all.
His eyes were always locked on the woman in black clothes, black skirt, and black scarf.
The woman only looked at him and watched him approach.
The two of them were only a few feet apart, and both could read a lot from each other's eyes.
"You little thief, you ruined the important affairs of our holy religion. Today... your death has come."
"Are you that Saint White Lotus?"
"Quite smart."
"That's great. I was worried that I couldn't find you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door yourself."
The holy aunt giggled, as if she had heard some great joke.
"Don't you look at the situation? I have more people and you have fewer people. It won't be long before you are chopped into pieces."
Zuo Mengeng didn't even look at the battle situation.
"Just based on these crooked melons and cracked dates?"
The screams were endless, but none of them were familiar. This shows that the dead and injured are all members of the White Lotus Sect.
Although Zuo Rong and Zuo Hua fought extremely hard when they were with him in Hebei, when they arrived here, they were surrounded by other brothers, and their fighting ability was no longer the same.
What Zuofu teaches is the art of rushing through battle formations.
One or two people may only be brave, but the power of multiple people in formation increases exponentially.
There may be many masters among these people from the White Lotus Sect. One-on-one, Zuo Rong and others may not be opponents. But with such a group fight, the situation is reversed.
If they hadn't been in large numbers, they would have been chased away by the eight Zuo Rong people.
Seeing the people below constantly dying miserably, the Holy Aunt couldn't sit still.
His light and fluttering body seemed to sway, and he suddenly arrived in front of Zuo Mengeng. In his stretched out left hand, there was a dagger emitting blue light.
"I wonder if they can still be so brave after you die?"
Although this woman's face was covered, her figure was voluptuous and graceful, and the skin exposed on her forehead and palms was as delicate as porcelain. She must be a rare beauty.
But his attack was so cruel and vicious.
Zuo Mengeng sat upright on the horse without making much movement. The riding whip in his hand was thrown out, and the tip of the whip was pointed directly at the saint's eyes.
"Such viciousness is not the behavior of a gentleman."
The holy aunt let out a sweet cry, twisted her body in the air, avoided the riding whip, and the dagger unexpectedly pierced the horse's neck.
She said that others were evil, but every time she took action, she was extremely mean.
Zuo Mengeng raised his leg and kicked, causing the scabbard on the side of the saddle to fly out, causing the holy lady to return without success again.
After witnessing this woman's insidiousness twice in a row, Zuo Mengeng became a little angry. He grabbed the handle of the knife and planned to strike first.
Before he could move, there was a continuous sound of howling through the air in the distance. Immediately, the screams of the White Lotus Sect members became more violent, and people fell one by one.
Zuo Mengeng looked around in shock and saw a group of cavalry roaring towards him on the official road in the distance.
The horse is as fast as the wind, but it does not delay the knight from drawing his bow and shooting arrows.
Originally, both sides were fighting with swords and guns. Now there are people who bring bows and arrows to the battle, so there is no way to fight.
The holy aunt rolled several times in succession, but could not completely avoid the arrow rain, and her left arm was shot through by an arrow.
When he saw the power of the cavalry rushing in the distance, he knew that today's plan would not work.
She rolled behind the carriage, got on a horse, turned around, and glared at Zuo Mengeng.
"You brat, our debt is not settled yet. I will come back again."
After that, she didn't even greet her men, and rode away as fast as flying.
Zuo Mengeng rubbed his nose and complained inwardly.
Are you a gray wolf?
Strong reinforcements were received here, and the leading holy lady ran away again. The rest of the White Lotus cult members no longer had the will to fight, so they also fled one after another.
When Zuo Mengeng got off his horse, a masked man happened to run past him.
This man is quite tall, and the double halberds in his hands are also rare weapons. He is probably very skilled at it.
It's him.
Zuo Mengeng took a step forward, turned his head to avoid the man's halberd, bent his elbow and struck the man on the side of his neck. At the same time, with a stir under his feet, the man fainted silently.
Zuo Rong and Zuo Fu happened to catch up, seeing this scene in front of their eyes, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
When did the young master become so good at martial arts?
Regardless of their inner thoughts, Zuo Mengeng pointed at this person and winked at the two of them.
Zuo Rong and Zuo Fu understood the idea, ran over to pick up the man, put him on the horse, and went far away.
The knights were approaching, especially the one in front. He was obviously not wearing armor or helmet, but he was like a black mountain, with an astonishing momentum.
He clearly saw Zuo Mengeng standing aside, but he didn't stop for a moment, but his words remained in the air.
"Little beast, watch the carriage, it's the lifeblood of our family... Whoa, follow them, I'll kill them all!"
"father!"
Zuo Mengeng only had time to shout out, but the man had already run away and disappeared. It seems that chasing the enemy is more important than anything else.
The knights who followed him also kept speeding and greeted each other as they rushed over.
"Master, wait for us to avenge you!"
"Don't worry, young master. I'll be waiting. I will definitely be fine."
What can Zuo Mengeng say?
I had no choice but to wave my hands and watch these guys fight off.
A group of people swayed up from behind, driving several carriages to the front.
An old man was escorting him. When he saw Zuo Mengeng, he came over with a smile.
"Master, why are you here? What happened? Are you hurt?"
Zuo Mengeng shook his head and asked: "Uncle Kuan, aren't you lagging behind? Why are you so fast?"
When the three of them arrived at Jinghai, Zuo Liangyu might have just left Shanhaiguan. Unexpectedly, they returned home the day before, but Zuo Liangyu arrived the next day.
Zuo Kuan was guarding Zuo Mengeng, and he didn't care about the dead people on the ground, as his servants would take care of them.
"When we left Shanhaiguan, we heard that Jifu was making trouble. The master was afraid that the young master would be in trouble, so he hastened his journey. When we were about to reach Jinghai, we happened to catch up with the troops of Tianjin Wei, Hejian Prefecture, and Xuanfu to suppress the bandits. . We will follow the army and have a safe journey. We will come back after the army has wiped out the bandits."
Zuo Mengeng was shocked.
"The civil unrest in Jifu has subsided?"
He reacted immediately.
In the first year of Chongzhen, there was indeed no big trouble in Jifu.
I think the most violent wave was hit by him.
Faced with the encirclement and suppression by all the armies, the Wenxiang Sect ran away again, and those rebels were even more unable to achieve anything.
