Chapter 130 Two Years of Turmoil

As soon as the sun rose in the sky, it was like a jumping fireball, releasing huge heat and baking everything on the earth.

In such hot weather, no matter what you do, you will feel tired and lose water quickly.

Not long after, the gate of Song's house was knocked open.

Several people wearing heavy furs and shoulder armor escorted a carriage to the outside of Song's house.

These people carried steel knives and daggers on their waists, longbows on their backs, thick leather rings around their necks to prevent wild beasts from biting, and several very conspicuous wolf tooth necklaces.

This necklace is their identity symbol, a very powerful hunter group in the city.

"Sir Song, this week's meat is brought to you. Here is the list. Please take a look." One of the tall and strong men saw that it was Song Changming who came out in person this time, and immediately bowed.

"I haven't been a patrol guard for so long, so you don't have to call me Sir anymore." Song Changming shook his head and smiled, taking the list in one hand and glancing at it.

There are still many kinds of meat, but it is not the meat of farmed chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep and pigs.

They are basically all kinds of wild game in the mountains and forests, birds and beasts.

"The meat of exotic animals seems to be much less than in the past few weeks?" Song Changming looked at the proportion of the share on the list and asked.

"Yes, many exotic animals that can be seen on weekdays have gone away during the drought. We have no choice. Please forgive me, sir." The tall and strong man hurriedly explained, fearing that Song Changming would misunderstand and think that his meat was withheld.

"Forget it, if you have more exotic animal meat shares in the future, I will take them all, and the price is negotiable." Song Changming said.

He knew that the clients of this hunter group were not only him, but also other families in the city, who also needed them to deliver game regularly.

"Okay, I'll remember it for you." The tall and strong man nodded.

"Ping An, come and move the meat." Song Changming shouted to the kitchen.

"Okay, Brother Song." Song Ping An came quickly.

After taking the meat, he had to seal it up as soon as possible, otherwise it would rot quickly in the hot weather.

After moving the meat and collecting the money, the hunters said goodbye and left. After the carriage was empty, they looked much more relaxed than before.

The city is not safe now, and there are frequent disturbances.

If they had not held sharp weapons and bows and arrows to deter others, the meat in the cart would have been looted as soon as it hit the street.

The most lively places now are the prison of the Patrol Guard Division and the execution ground at the market entrance.

The General Security Department can only rely on beheading to deter the rioters and prevent the city from being in complete chaos and disorder.

At noon, the family ate lunch in the shade under the tree in the yard, enjoying the breeze.

No matter how turbulent and chaotic the outside world is, at least the Song residence has always been relatively calm, without any accidents, and life can go on.

"The Yang family in San Hutong heard that their second son joined the army and became a general in the court. After this was discovered, the family was confiscated by the government yesterday, and nothing was left." Song's father sighed when he learned about this.

"A few years ago, I held the child of the Yang family," Song's mother murmured, as if she didn't expect that the naive young man back then would become a general many years later, and she didn't expect that the entire Yang family would be gone because of this.

"And the rebel army, I heard that it has been causing trouble in the city recently, and many people have gone to join the rebel army because they have nowhere else to go." Song's father continued.

"Dad, you must not get involved in things related to the rebel army in the future, so as not to get into trouble." Song Changming reminded.

"I know this." Song's father took a sip of wine and nodded.

These things, he just heard from the neighbors in the alley, and as for the rebel army, even if Song Changming didn't say it, he would stay away from it.

No matter how the other party talks about the beautiful vision and lobbying, it is all a bubble that will burst with a poke.

Throughout the history of the Dahan Dynasty, there have been uprisings, but without exception, they all ended up being liquidated and destroyed.

Anyone who is rational and knows the past history will not go to the uprising.

Song Changming is also not optimistic about the longevity of the two uprising forces.

From Liu Dingsheng, he can know the latest developments of the world.

At present, the court has obviously changed its strategy. It no longer pursues the four princes who claim to be kings, but draws troops to vigorously attack the two uprisings in the north and south.

Obviously, for the court and the new emperor, it is more important to destroy the uprising than to suppress the four princes with imperial blood, especially to complete the encirclement and suppression before they grow further.

In this matter, whether it is the new emperor, the court or other royal families, they can still distinguish the priorities.

They knew very well that even if the four princes finally overthrew the new emperor, the worst result would be that a new emperor with the same imperial blood would ascend the throne, and the Chu imperial power would not change.

If the rebels were not contained, and if they really succeeded in the end, then the world would really change hands!

The Chu royal family, which had been based for nearly a thousand years, would completely decline!

The court officials and military officials would also usher in a major purge!

Therefore, none of the officials in the imperial capital wanted the Chu imperial power and the current court to collapse.

The court might have its own thoughts on dealing with the four princes, fighting openly and secretly, and considering its own interests.

But to fight the rebels, it must be united and united!

This is the difference.

"With the existence of these two rebel armies, Donglai County may continue to be protected from war for at least one or two years in the future." Song Changming was calculating in his mind.

After the meal, Song Pingan got the letter from the inn for Song Changming.

Song Changming knew who could write to him without guessing that it was from Liang Zhaolong who was away from home.

In the past, he would receive one or two reporting letters from Liang Zhaolong basically every month.

This time is no exception.

The content of the report basically revolves around the Changming Meeting.

What new problems have been encountered in recent months, what problems have been solved, what talents have been recruited, and a lot of important intelligence collected from the outside world.

They will be recorded one by one on the letter paper and informed to Song Changming.

Sometimes when there is a shortage of money for development, he will discuss it with Song Changming.

Then, Song Changming would write a reply, give him his suggestions, and send it to him with money.

At present, the Changming Association run by Liang Zhaolong has just established a firm foothold and is developing in a good direction.

But it seems that it is still very early to really make it happen, and there is a lot of room for improvement.

At the moment, all that can be brought to Song Changming is some intelligence collection content from various places.

In the evening, he wrote a two-page reply and put it in an envelope, waiting to be sent to the inn to be sent to Liang Zhaolong's current location tomorrow.

"The rest will be left to time."

Song Changming looked through the window sill at the full moon hanging high in the night, hoping in his heart to maintain his current relatively stable life.

As spring goes and autumn comes, the sun and the moon are constantly changing, and the world is constantly at war with each other.

In the blink of an eye, the world has been in chaos for another two years.

On this day, thick black clouds came over the city, and heavy rain continued for several days in the Dongnai County area.

The water level of Luolong River has risen a lot.

By the river, a black horse galloped across the muddy wetland.

Immediately there was a man dressed as a fisherman. He was completely soaked in the rain and remained unmoved. He continued to ride on his horse.

The bloodstains on his body gradually faded away from their red color under repeated washes by the rain.

"Damn it, who leaked the news!" He Bo felt upset.

The journey was non-stop. After half a day, I could see the distance in the distance. The shadow of the huge port dock had already appeared under the rain.

He also relaxed a little, and once he got on the boat and sailed back to the gang headquarters, he was considered safe.

"There must be a mole in the gang!"

He Bo was still thinking. As he passed a hillside, a knife suddenly shot out, splitting falling raindrops in the air.

He only had time to hear a sound breaking through the air, and subconsciously tried to dodge.

But he barely managed to avoid the critical point, and still let the sudden knife pierce one shoulder and arm.

The huge inertia directly knocked him off his horse, and he fell to the ground in a panic.

The black horse was frightened and ran away without any regard for the life or death of its owner, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Who attacked me! Get out!"

He Bo used his other hand to pull out the long knife stuck in his shoulder and arm, and shouted angrily.

He also didn't expect that when he was about to arrive at the port and his mind was relaxed, he would be ambushed here!

He was stabbed when he came up. The rain wet the wound, which made it extremely painful.

At this time, the sound of raindrops came from the rain and fog, faintly visible, and seemed to have a rhythm.

Soon, a figure was seen coming from the rain and fog.

This man was tall and straight, wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat. He was holding a large ink-colored oil-paper umbrella in one hand. The sound of the raindrops falling on the surface of the oil-paper umbrella was the tinny sound of the raindrops.

"It's raining so heavily. If you don't wear a raincoat or hold an umbrella, you may damage your bones."

The voice drifted into his ears, and He Bo frowned. He didn't care about this irrelevant gossip.

His eyes fell on the handle of the long dragon-headed knife behind this person.

"Song Changming, you are no longer a patrol guard of the General Division. Why are you stopping me today? You really think I am bullying you from the Dingshui Gang!" He Bo said sharply.

"These are serious words. I'm only here for you and have nothing to do with the Dinghai Gang." Song Changming said and continued to approach without stopping.

When He Bo heard this, he quickly understood and said coldly: "It turns out that you are also here for the mist gold in my hand!"