Zhang Ziming knew that in order to crawl back to the Zhu Jiajun from the prisoner of war camp, he needed to make a great contribution. Taking the important town of Anqing was definitely a great achievement, enough to turn him into an ordinary soldier.
But Zhang Ziming still had ideas on how to capture Anqing.
He could only look for his former companion, the military leader, and he also searched for all possible helpers...such as a fortune teller who lost his source of livelihood due to the war, a monk who had his temple occupied and could only live on the streets, and...
There was a charlatan whose erhu was stolen.
After having these few sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks, Zhang Ziming felt that he was getting further and further away from his goal of capturing Anqing.
"What is your identity, sir? What is the will of King Wu?" the fortune teller rolled his eyes and asked curiously.
Zhang Ziming also rolled his eyelids, what was he going to say?
"I am the imperial envoy of the King of Wu. On orders from Prime Minister Zhang, I am here to contact the martyrs and participate in the grand event."
Zhang Ziming thought about it and said, he was just trying to make a fool of himself. When he said this, his heart was beating fast. How had he seen Zhu Yuanzhang?
Zhang Ximeng had seen it before, but at that time he was lying on the ground and didn't even have the courage to raise his head. He just listened to Prime Minister Zhang talking. He didn't even know what Prime Minister Zhang looked like.
No one with any sense would believe what he said.
But the question is, if these people had any brains, could they end up so miserable?
When they heard that it was the people sent by the King of Wu, these guys were all happy. King Wu is so good. He cherishes the people and divides the fields for everyone. This is much better than the stupid Tianwan.
The fortune teller sighed, he had heard a lot, but he was too timid to go there before. Now he wants to go there, and there is no hassle.
If we could light a fire in Anqing and attract Zhu Jiajun, wouldn't it save money and money?
The fortune teller chatted with the big monk for a while, and the monk said: "The poor monk knows some big families in the city. In the past, they all went to our temple to burn incense. Who knew that these people had to say that Maitreya was not worshiped in the temple?
They robbed the temple, what a beast! The poor monk is willing to contact them and ask them to provide money and help...but, the poor monk is stupid, so I'm afraid he won't be able to do it."
At this time, the artist had the courage to say: "I, let me go and say it! If you persuade me to surrender in the play, I will be able to do it. But I am wearing too shabby clothes. Can you get me new clothes?"
He looked at Zhang Ziming aggrievedly.
Zhang Ziming said to himself that I am still an old sow going to the big fair, and I am covered in skins outside the house... How can I have extra clothes for you!
"You, just say that you are in disguise, and people will only say that you look good and are serious about your work!"
The opera singer is so confused, how can he still be like this?
Anyway, there is no other way, give it a try!
These three bravely took action... Zhang Ziming turned around and invited a few friends in the army.
He was cruel and bought a big pig's head. He found a place to stew the pig's head meat and chatted with a few friends. Zhang Ziming didn't have a penny on his hands now, so he bought the pig's head with the little money he had.
He is alone again, so coercion and inducement are no longer enough. All he can do is talk to them!
But Zhang Ziming is not good at words. This is impossible, and the project is about to be ruined... Who would have thought that these people got together and scolded each other without Zhang Ziming saying anything.
Chen Youliang, this grandson, is really not a son of a man.
You kill the dog emperor and become the king of Han yourself. We don't care. At least you can give us the silver reward. You can eat meat and give us some soup, right?
There is no benefit at all. Who can bear this day?
They complained one after another. In fact, these people all knew that the main reason why no reward was given was that they were once affiliated with Zhao Pusheng and were not direct descendants of Chen Youliang.
A bunch of miscellaneous soldiers, do you expect any good treatment?
What really worries people is that the reward money is gone, so forget it. But Master Zhao has been taken away, who knows if he can survive. If Chen Youliang kills Zhao Pusheng as well, then they will not end well.
Zhang Ziming listened for a long time and finally understood the concerns of several people. He hesitated again and again, mustered up the courage, and told a few people that they should join the Zhu Jiajun together!
What is surprising is that these people did not refute, but seriously told Zhang Ziming that they also had family members, and they heard that the Zhu Jiajun's military discipline was too strict, so they might not be wanted.
Seeing that they did not refute immediately, Zhang Ziming mustered up the courage to speak out his thoughts... Let's just knock Anqing down.
Several people were stunned. How could we, the rotten garlics, defeat Anqing? Don't be kidding!
"Brother Zhang, don't be too many. If you can get 200 people, we will do it with you!"
"Two hundred people? How to do it?" Zhang Ziming asked curiously.
"What else can we do? Can you get money and food? In a word, if you can get one thousand taels of silver, we will have a way to bring in one or two hundred people. If the person named Chen doesn't reward us with silver, who will give us the money?
Who are you doing this with?"
Zhang Ziming nodded vigorously and remembered it.
But he doesn’t have a penny on his hands?
What should I do?
The few sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks didn't care. When the pig's head meat was cooked, they immediately transformed into rice cooks. They worked frantically like relatives and enemies, and in a short time, they had almost eaten every pig's head.
Others smashed their skulls, hugged and drank pig brains, wiped the oil on their mouths, and walked away happily.
After a while, the trio came back, and the fortune teller told Zhang Ziming that the wealthy family was willing to help. After all, from Tianwan to Dahan, these people had become more serious and exploited, and everyone could hardly live anymore.
But the problem is that you said it was sent by Zhu Jiajun, which is not acceptable!
Why don't you try to bring some evidence to the table? Don't you want to keep things in harmony with each other?
It's easy to handle. You can bring in hundreds of people and let us see your strength. With enough capital, we can provide food, money, or whatever.
After listening to what these three people said, Zhang Ziming was autistic.
They want me to provide money over there before they can hire people, and they want me to provide people over here before they are willing to hire people... If someone has money, it would be great if I just call in!
Is it still so laborious?
I just want to get more fields, why is it so difficult?
Zhang Ziming spun around anxiously. At this time, the three sleeping dragons, phoenixes, and cubs all had their stomachs growling.
After running for such a long time, my lips are worn out, so I stutter!
The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers!
Zhang Ziming was speechless again, his project was once again facing life and death... He asked me for people, he asked me for money... I, I have an idea!
In a hurry, you can do anything.
Zhang Ziming really had an idea. He immediately told these three people to tell the big families that they would see Zhu Jiajun's soldiers soon... Tell them the truth, Anqing City is full of Zhu Jiajun.
In order to avoid alerting others, you can’t go directly. Just go on the road around them. Everyone has cloth strips tied to their arms. Just count them and see how many people there are!
The three people nodded, they were willing to go, but the problem was that they were too hungry.
"Let us eat first. After we have eaten, we can go over!"
"Bah!" Zhang Ziming spat at them fiercely, "What are you thinking? You haven't finished anything yet, and you want to eat? Go to work first, and when you come back, you will be given a leg of lamb for each person. If you can't do it, they will be thrown away.
Feed the fish in the Yangtze River!”
Under Zhang Ziming's heavy blow, the three of them cursed and walked away.
Looking back, Zhang Ziming hurriedly went to find his group of good friends... Come out quickly, you want money, don't you? Everyone tied a white cloth on their arm, walked around the street, and came back to collect the money!
Logic, at this moment, finally completed its closed loop.
Several of Zhang Ziming's bad friends actually brought together a group of people, not a hundred, but only more than eighty.
Another problem is before us. People can't die of thirst. It's time to do something about it!
Zhang Ziming had someone tell those big households that since they were in different military camps, they needed to mobilize troops... As a result, a group of 80 people went over, and soon another 80 people came, and another 80 people came.
Since it was night and we were quite far away, I couldn't see clearly at the moment, so I could only estimate the number of people... Oh dear, there are actually hundreds of Zhu Jiajun in Anqing City, which is amazing!
It's time to put in some effort, otherwise Zhu Jiajun will come in and everyone will not end well.
So, Zhang Ziming had money and food in his hands... So the eighty people really turned into hundreds.
But at this time, an even more explosive news came. Grand Master Zhao Pusheng was imprisoned by the King of Han, and all of the Grand Master's old subordinates would be killed soon!
Rumors are really flying around now, and people are panicking.
Chen Youliang finally tasted the taste of eating his master.
After all, people are not tools after all. People have their own joys, anger, sorrows, and thoughts... Chen Youliang continued to bite the Lord, but he was unable to win people's hearts, resolve conflicts, and gain the support of the soldiers below.
Naturally, rumors spread everywhere, and some people believed anything outrageous.
At this time, a rumor spread in Anqing City. It was said that King Wu's imperial envoy had come in and was contacting the martyrs to prepare for an incident.
This righteous man is so awesome!
Some say he is a fortune teller, some say he is a monk, and still others say he is a down-and-out entertainer and a juggler.
With so many identities, which one is real?
Everyone was puzzled. At this time, a wise man stood up and realized that these people were all real!
Have you heard of it?
Master Wu, the best hero of Zhu Jiajun!
He is usually an opera singer, so when he enters most cities, it is like his own back garden. The small Anqing is not worth mentioning.
Lord Wu is here, and Anqing cannot be saved.
Surrender quickly, otherwise Master Wu will start killing and no one will survive!
Rumors spread more and more,
There were more and more soldiers under Zhang Ziming, and they soon exceeded a thousand soldiers... What should we do?
It won't work if we don't take action.
Zhang Ziming had no choice but to catch the duck and put it on the shelf. When he was lighting the lamp, he gathered a group of people and delivered a speech in the open space of Tutu Temple.
"The common people are miserable, and your family is the same, right? In Paoze, where they fought against the Wuxi Miao soldiers, their sisters were sold to brothels; the old farmers couldn't eat the rice they grew; the people had no land to farm.
They are starving and exhausted. Listen to me, the King of Wu never wants the people to suffer like this! In fact, after killing the traitors and welcoming the King of Wu into the city, our wives and sons are still waiting for food at home!"
"I order... to set off!"
Zhang Ziming yelled out the last two words with all his strength. His words actually had an effect, and the two or three hundred people were inspired by him.
That’s right!
We are suffering and starving, we have no salary, and we don’t have enough to eat. Why should we follow the traitor Chen Youliang?
It’s the other way around!
The guys shouted, surrounded Zhang Ziming, and fought their way out of the Earth Temple... As they moved forward, people kept gathering in, and soon the number of soldiers and horses broke through 1,500 people!
Zhang Ziming's mind was blank. He had lost the ability to think. He could only instinctively raise the knife and aim it at the prefect's Yamen...
