N-M Chapter 2996
Chapter 2996
Chapter 2996
Jizhou is close to the sea, and this city also depends on the sea to eat the sea.
The people in the city make a living from fishing, providing Daming Mansion with various seafood, and it is also a transfer station for sea trade.
Commodities from other places in the Song Dynasty landed from the port here, and then entered the Daming Mansion continuously.
In the Daming Mansion, various material exchanges were carried out with the North Liao people. Porcelain, tea, ironware, cloth, and salt were exchanged for various cattle, sheep fur, livestock, and minerals from the North Liao.
Therefore, the most prosperous place in Jizhou City is on the port.
The merchant ships here are surging with thousands of sails, one after another, they are constantly docking, and they have not been affected by the war on land for the time being.
Early in the morning, the three of Song Yuchan wandered around the port, sat under the tea shed and drank a big bowl of tea.
The porters on the port, the coolies do heavy work, and after continuous work, they have a sip of sweet tea, which is very enjoyable.
A group of porters came and sat beside Song Yuchan. They were still wiping their hot sweat in the cold weather. They ordered a bowl of sweet tea with the boss, and chatted with each other, "I heard that the thieves from Qilu and Shandong have come to the door of the house?"
"That's right, my cousin's family lives at the west gate. I heard that this bandit has a hundred thousand cavalry. It's dark, clattering, moving like the wind, walking like a dragon, and the momentum is huge!"
"Then your cousin has to pay attention. I heard that this thief kills everyone without blinking an eye, and eats people without spit out bones. He is the black demon king from the sky and the earth, a ferocious devil from the ground!"
"Tsk tsk, that's what the officials and the rich are worried about. What are we poor people afraid of? Those with bare feet are not afraid of those who wear shoes. No matter who comes, we have to move goods when we should move goods, and pull carts as well. Car, Jieer is still poor."
"Keep your voice down, officers and soldiers are coming!"
Someone saw the people from the city defense battalion coming over and hurriedly reminded them.
A group of people immediately shut up, drank their tea carefully, got up and continued to pull the cart.
Wu Song glanced at Song Yuchan and Yan Qing, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why is our reputation still so bad?"
Yan Qing joked, "I have to ask your beggar gang disciples, didn't you let them be responsible for the propaganda of the rebel army?"
Song Yuchan sighed, "The Beggar Gang organization is still under development, how can it play a role so quickly. It seems that in this area of Jizhou, the forces of our head of the Beggar Gang can't come in."
Wu Song asked curiously, "Why?"
Song Yuchan said, "Gangs and gangs are prevalent in Jizhou, and the beggars' sect has long had its own influence, and has been dissatisfied with the head sect. The three bags of disciples who just came here to develop the beggars' sect organization sent me a letter, saying that their people just entered Jizhou I was beaten and killed by the local beggars, and almost lost my life here. This time I came here, just to help them."
Yan Qing and Wu Song nodded, settled the bill with the boss after drinking tea, and went to the Dragon King Temple in the city together.
The Dragon King Temple in the east of the city has been around for some years, and it is a place where people who usually go to sea worship the Dragon King of the East China Sea.
By the sea, the incense here has never been broken.
There are many people who come to offer incense and pray for blessings on weekdays. An ancient cypress tree in the temple is lush and lush, and it is hundreds of meters high.
This Dragon King Temple is the stronghold of the Jizhou Beggars' Clan, and all the daily affairs of the Beggars' Clan are arranged here.
Not long after the three of Song Yuchan came over, the three generations of disciples who were originally in charge of developing Jizhou Beggars' Sect quickly brought people over. When they saw Song Yuchan, they bowed down ashamedly, "Forgive me, I blame my subordinates for their incompetence. In this Jizhou The state boundaries have suffered repeated setbacks, and the subordinates are ashamed of the trust of the lord, and please punish the lord."
Song Yuchan waved her hand and said impatiently, "Okay, okay, I asked you to come here to solve the problem, not to listen to your trembling. You go in and pass a message to that guy, just say that the head of the beggar sect is coming, and tell him to get out quickly meet."
The disciples of the third generation worried, "Guangzhu, should we call more people from the main hall? This thief is powerful, I'm afraid we will lose to him!"
"Just go if you're told, there's so much nonsense!"
Song Yuchan rolled his eyes at him, and finally understood why he couldn't take down the territory of Jizhou.
Serving as a mother-in-law and mother, how can you make a big deal.
This disciple promised again and again, carefully leading people in.
Not long after, the gate of the Dragon King Temple slammed.
A group of more than a dozen people were all thrown out from the inside, rolling on the ground and screaming.
Two people came out with weapons in hand, stood at the door and shouted at the surroundings, "Who wants to die dare to call himself the leader of the beggar sect? Stand up and show me?"
Three generations of disciples crawled from the ground to Song Yuchan's side, covered their red and swollen faces, and introduced to Song Yuchan, "The master, this is the master of the Jizhou beggar's sect. The little overlord, Zhou Tong. The people around him His surname is Li and his name is Zhong, he is good at wielding an iron rod, and he is known as the Tiger Fighter General."
Song Yuchan looked at this man, and saw that he was quite tall and polite.
Holding a Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand, he stood majestically at the door.
The person next to him is not tall, with a big belly, with a black iron stick on his shoulder, squinting at the people at the door.
The elders of the third generation and Zhou Tong yelled, "You son, widen your eyes and see clearly. This is the new leader of our beggar gang, Song Yuchan. Seeing her, why don't you bow down quickly?"
Zhou Tong and the people around him stared blankly at Song Yuchan, and soon burst out laughing unrepentantly, "Brother, don't you think you can play cymbals with me? Just a girl, and I'm ashamed to call myself a beggar Help the Lord?"
Song Yuchan raised the corner of her mouth and said, "Is there an egg stuffed in your mouth? Can you talk to me?"
Fang Tian’s painted halberd in Zhou Tong’s hand shook violently on the ground, and he shouted loudly, “Hey, you’re still in good spirits, aren’t you? What’s the matter, you dare to provoke me? Believe it or not, I can trample you to death with just one stomp. ah?"
"so boring!"
Song Yuchan raised her hand and patted, the space in front of her suddenly puffed, puffed, vibrated, and finally slammed on Zhou Tong's body.
Zhou Tong felt as if he had been hit by a hill, and with a muffled grunt, he slammed into the temple door behind him.
With a bang, the gate of the main hall of the Dragon King Temple was smashed to pieces by him.
His body fell to the ground, and he rolled to the edge of the table before stopping.
Everyone on the field was stupefied, even Wu Song and Yan Qing glanced sideways at Song Yuchan.
They still don't know that this master has just broken through on Liangshan Island, and now he is already in the realm of the cave.
She has acquired the Yin-Yang Nine Swords knowledge taught by Long Fei, and her understanding of the laws of space has long been different from ordinary people.
Just now, he used his palm as a sword to distort the space.
Therefore, the huge force was actually not her strength, but the power emitted by the space vibration.
The fat man next to Zhou Tong yelled, "You girl, you have such a temper, give me a stick!"
He swung the long stick in his hand and smashed it with Song Yuchan.
The stick turned into shadows all over the sky in the air, falling down like a raindrop.
The stick weighs a thousand catties, and the void it hits trembles.
Song Yuchan stood where she was, and still slapped her palm in the air.
Still puff, puff, two muffled sounds, the void above the head suddenly began to tremble like a wave of mysterious light.
A wave of space covered the stick figure, and there was a loud bang, enveloping Li Zhong with enormous force, and suddenly sent him flying backward.
Li Zhong's stomach shrank inward, blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and he hit the statue of the Dragon Lord in the hall before rolling to the ground.
Zhou Tong hurriedly helped him up, took out the elixir from Najie and gave him a drink, staring at Song Yuchan's horrified face.
In broad daylight, there was a sudden feeling of hell.
(End of this chapter)