Early the next morning, the Baigan Army formed a team and continued to set off.
Zhong Jinwei was at the front of the team, enjoying the scenery while walking.
In later generations, Zhong Jinwei studied in the south and then worked in the south. Because of his busy work schedule, he had no chance to travel to the north.
There is still a big difference in scenery between the north and the south. In addition, the vegetation at this time has not been completely destroyed, and there is no haze. You can see the blue sky when you look up, which puts you in a good mood.
"This official road is quite wide. If the road needs to be built in the future, it will probably last for a while if it is expanded." Zhong Jinwei pointed at the official road in front of him and said.
"Master Hou, isn't this road enough?" Ma Xianglin felt a little strange. In his eyes, this road was good, wide and flat.
Zhong Jinwei shook his head and said: "This is a dirt road. It looks smooth now. If it rains, the road will not be good. And when it develops in the future, it will be crowded with people and cars."
Yu Haijing, who was following them, waited for Zhong Jinwei's words to finish, then flattered him and said, "My Lord Hou, in spring and summer, the road here is really difficult. Those who have some money hide in their cars and dare not get out of the car, in case they don't get out."
It's covered in mud. Even when it rains the most, there will be special hired workers here to pull the carts that transport goods."
"Master Marquis, won't the cement road you dedicated to the imperial court be washed away by the water?" Zhang Fengyi accompanied Zhong Jinwei to the cement factory and saw the cement road being built there. I have heard people talk about cement before.
Efficacy, now that I have the opportunity, I will interject and ask the person involved.[
Zhong Jinwei nodded, and while looking at the people rushing in the distance, he replied: "Yes, it will be smooth even on rainy days. In the future, we plan to use cement to build roads across the country. By then, you, Shizhu, Sichuan, will also build a few roads. There will only be traffic."
When it becomes more convenient, your living conditions will be better."
Ma Xianglin had been following Zhong Jinwei for these days and knew that he was a man of his word. When he heard this, he felt happy and quickly clasped his fists and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Hou."
When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Don't be polite, these are things that the imperial court should do. And you are dedicated to the king's affairs and protect the country and the people. You are a few blocks ahead of other generals. Your Majesty."
We all know that the imperial court’s policy will be tilted towards you in the future. If we want some areas and some people to get rich first, then you must be among these people."
Ma Xianglin didn't understand what Zhong Jinwei said very clearly, but he still understood the general meaning. When he heard it, he was overjoyed, but he still said modestly: "You should be loyal to the emperor by eating the emperor's salary. This is the duty of a minister.
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Zhong Jinwei turned around and saw the approaching travelers in the distance, and found that it seemed to be a convoy. While looking at that side, he replied to Ma Xianglin: "There are very few people who can do their jobs well now. If the court does not encourage them anymore,
If you guide them, they will become even rarer!"
When the people around him heard this, they secretly sighed in their hearts, this is indeed the case. How many people still remember the words "eat the emperor's salary and be loyal to the emperor"? They are all a group of people who seek self-interest.
"Isn't that what the Marquis is? He takes less and does more. He can be called a model of officials in the Ming Dynasty!" When Yu Haijing saw that the atmosphere was getting a little heavy, she gave an example.
"I, I am an alien, you cannot count me among them." Zhong Jinwei replied smoothly.
Ma Xianglin was surprised when he heard this, and said: "Why can't it be counted? Isn't the Marquis also an official of the Ming Dynasty?"
Zhang Fengyi also turned her head over her husband's body and looked at Zhong Jinwei, thinking that Zhongxing Hou's remarks sometimes were indeed strange.
Zhong Jinwei came to his senses at this time and realized that he had been distracted by observing the motorcade in the distance and had let the matter slip, so he changed his words and said: "Forget it, of course, I am the Marquis of Zhongxing of the Ming Dynasty."
Having said this, he pointed to the convoy in front of him and said, "What is the purpose of such a large convoy going to Xuanfu Town?"
Ma Xianglin and Zhang Fengyi knew that Marquis Zhongxing was asking about Yu Haijing, so they looked at the motorcade and did not answer.
Yu Haijing controlled the horse to deviate slightly to the side, out of the way of Zhong Jinwei's body, looked ahead, and then replied: "I'm afraid he is going to Zhangjiakou for business."
When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he said "Oh" and thought that he wanted to go to Zhangjiakou to do business, let alone a convoy of traitors. He said to a few people around him: "Let's go and take a look first." [
"Drive." Zhong Jinwei shouted, and the horse rushed forward, followed closely by Yu Haijing.
When Ma Xianglin saw it, he didn't dare to neglect him. He waved his hand and followed with his three hundred cavalry troops.
Zhang Fengyi couldn't follow him because all his men were infantry, so she had no choice but to speed up the journey with her 700 white-poled infantry.
The convoy in front had already seen the army coming from behind, and drove all the vehicles to the roadside, preparing to let the army pass first.
When the convoy was approaching, Zhong Jinwei had already seen clearly that there were six large vehicles in total, and some armed guards were surrounding the vehicles, watching them warily.
When Zhong Jinwei approached the convoy, he began to slow down, but the dust brought by the three hundred cavalry still passed them and covered the convoy.
Everyone in the convoy covered their mouths and noses with their hands, and some looked at the cavalry with expressions that were too angry to speak, not knowing what they were going to do.
Zhong Jinwei stopped his horse and stopped next to the third car from the bottom. Ma Xianglin and Yu Haijing were crowding around him. However, three hundred cavalry troops surrounded the convoy. A small leader behind Ma Xianglin stepped forward to give orders to the convoy.
The armed guards all laid down their weapons.
The leader of the convoy, a middle-aged businessman with a big belly, had climbed out of the car at the front. Ignoring the oncoming dust, he walked a few steps quickly and ran up to Zhong Jinwei. He squinted his eyes and cupped his fists in salute, saying: "May I ask?"
Which guard's horse army is surrounding the civilian convoy? What's the important matter?"
Just then a gust of wind blew away the raised dust, and the merchant finally opened his eyes completely. He immediately realized that these cavalry troops did not seem to be the Xuanfu army nearby, and he couldn't help but be startled.
Yu Haijing urged her horse forward a little and shouted: "Bind your dog's eyes, this is the Zhongxing Hou of the imperial court."
When the merchant heard that he was a prince, he quickly bowed and said: "The villain has eyes but cannot see Mount Tai. The adults have many. Forgive the villain for not having seen the world."
The current situation made Zhong Jinwei feel a bit like the bully in movies and TV shows. Moreover, he was impatient with these etiquettes, so he directly asked the businessman: "Who are you, where are you going, and what is in the car?"
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The merchant replied with a smile: "The villain is from Houjiabao, twenty miles away to the east. His family has a small income. I heard that Mr. Fan from Zhangjiakou is collecting grain at a high price. It happens that the villain has some surplus grain and wants to sell it.
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"Master Fan, which Master Fan?" Zhong Jinwei heard and asked.
"This is Mr. Fan from Zhangjiakou, Mr. Fan Yongdou who was bullied by young men in business." The merchant quickly introduced him. He originally thought that everyone should have heard of Fan Yongdou's name.
Not to mention Xuanfu, I heard that Mr. Fan has extended his bank account business near the capital, so he should be very famous.
Indeed, Zhong Jinwei had indeed heard of Fan Yongdou's name. He said calmly: "So it's him."
Zhong Jinwei estimated that Fan Yongdou's collection of grain would have to be transported outside the customs again.
So, he then asked the merchant: "Why does Fan Yongdou buy grain? Does anyone know where he is now?"
The merchant hesitated a little, then paused for a while before saying: "I don't know what Mr. Fan is planning to do with the grain purchase. I only know that he has a good reputation and the purchase price is high, so I went to sell it to him."
He's just a person from a small place and doesn't know where Mr. Fan is."
In fact, he knew that Fan Yongdou purchased grain and transported it out of the customs. This was an open secret in Zhangjiakou. However, he did not know the details of this army, so he did not dare to tell the truth.
Zhong Jinwei originally thought about asking Fan Yongdou's whereabouts directly, and then capturing the culprit in one fell swoop. But when the merchant asked, he didn't know anything, and he began to ponder.
Zhong Jinwei didn't say anything, and the Baigan Army still stared at the people inside, especially those who just put their weapons at their feet.
These white-pole soldiers were all elites who had been on the battlefield, and the murderous look on their bodies gradually made the people surrounding them a little uneasy.
At this time, Zhang Fengyi led 700 white pole infantry troops up, which made the people in this convoy even more frightened.
Zhong Jinwei turned his head to look at Zhang Fengyi, then at the grain-laden vehicles, thought for a moment, waved his hand and said: "Let's go." Then he urged his horse forward.
As soon as Ma Xianglin saw it, he withdrew the white pole cavalry, left the convoy alone, and followed Zhong Jinwei.
After the White Guard Army had gone far away, the merchant came back to his senses. His legs and feet were trembling, and he seemed to be unsteady on his feet.
When one of his cronies saw it, he quickly went over to help him. He found that his master's body was soaked with sweat.
The White Guards around Zhong Jinwei, including Ma Xianglin, were all staring at him. Because the merchant was lying, he had a ghost in his heart, so in a short period of time, he was so frightened that he could no longer hold on.
"Elite, elite, absolutely elite" the merchant muttered to himself, and after a while, he returned to normal.
"Sir, the Jin Yiwei beside the Marquis just now seems a bit familiar." His cronies reminded the merchant.
"The face looks familiar. You know him. He is from the capital, so he is probably your brother-in-law." The fat merchant scolded him, then got back in the car and continued to escort the grain to Zhangjiakou.
Naturally, Yu Haijing didn't know that he was almost recognized. After walking for a while, he asked behind Zhong Jinwei: "Master Hou, this man is obviously lying. He must know that the food was eventually sent outside the customs. Do you want to go back?"
Caught him?"
Zhong Jinwei did not look back. He stretched out his hand and shook it back and said, "No, wait until he delivers the food to Fan Yongdou first, and then turns it over as stolen property. Then he can give more food to the victims when he comes back."
At this time, Ma Xianglin suddenly pointed to the front and said: "Master Hou, someone seems to be being chased in front of you."
When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he quickly raised his head and looked in the direction pointed by Ma Xianglin.
I saw a few people chasing each other in the field on the right side of the official road in the distance. I could vaguely see a person running away in front, and several people with weapons in their hands chasing behind.
The sunlight shone on the weapons in their hands, flickering, and it was the reflection of the sun that attracted Ma Xianglin's attention.
Zhong Jinwei thought to himself, it's not bad, he dared to commit murder in broad daylight. He waved his hand and said: "Go and see what's going on."
When Ma Xianglin heard this, he pinched the horse's belly and rushed out with a "swish". A small group of white-poled cavalry followed closely and headed towards the chasing people in the distance.