Water Margin: I, Wang Lun, will have many children and many blessings in Liangshan.

"Wang Lun, Wang Lun……"

Song Jiang was unwilling, but not too angry or jealous.

When a person is about the same size as you, he suddenly outbursts, and you may become jealous.

Just like Song Jiang two years ago.

At that time, Song Jiang was very happy with his horse's hoof. He was the chief officer, the future head of the Song family village, and a famous figure in the green forest. How many people traveled thousands of miles just to see Song Jiang. The so-called timely rain. Song Gongming's name was well-known in the green forest.

Even Chao Gai, a green forest tycoon, was extremely respectful when he saw Song Jiang.

Wang Lun, despite having hundreds of minions, the Lord of Liangshan, the power, status and fame in the green forest, the two of them are really not on the same level.

But later Wang Lun gradually rose up step by step.

Song Jiang was unwilling to give up, so he came up with a plan to accept Qingquan~.

As a result...

Wang Lun now owns the territory of seven states, has an army of one hundred thousand, and is even more famous. Not only is he famous for his green forest, but the people in the restaurant just now are all gentry and scholars, and they all praise Wang Lun when he mentions it.

Song Jiang... who is Song Jiang?

These people don't know the reputation of the man in the green forest, but when they mention Wang Lun, they admire him very much.

Song Jiang himself also realized that he and Wang Lun were no longer comparable.

But... no matter what, I am always unwilling to do so!

"Shopkeeper, bring me a pen!"

The feeling of depression and injustice in his heart, coupled with the hardships along the way, as well as the previous losses, setbacks, and blows, made Song Jiang emotionally agitated. A poem gradually took shape in his heart, and he urgently needed to vent it out.

When the shopkeeper brought the pen, Song Jiang thought and walked to the wall.

There were already many poems on the wall.

This was also the habit of the literati at that time.

If there are really good poems written by famous people, it would be a great benefit to the restaurant..

At that time, Liu Sanbian was truly a man in the world who did not fail to recite and read his poems. Everywhere Liu Yong went to, brothels and restaurants, they all hoped that he could leave behind his calligraphy poems.

As long as there is one word left, the store owner will feel like he has obtained a treasure, called"Liu Sanbian". He inscribed it and left it in its original place for the memory of the poets and poets who later became famous.

"How to write it... Well, just describe yourself and then look forward to it."

Song Jiang really read poetry and books, and studied classics and history at an early age.

He also really had two shabu-shabu skills.

In less than a minute, a poem was formed in his heart.

But when he was about to write, he was stunned.

A poem was Not far in front of him, it was obvious that he had just written it, and the ink was still wet.

"He has been studying classics and history since he was a child, and he has become a powerful man when he grows up. Just like a tiger lying on a deserted hill, its minions are lurking to endure. Unfortunately, tattoos on both cheeks would be worthy of being in Jiangzhou. If he could avenge himself in his youth, the mouth of the Xunyang River would be stained with blood."

There is another seven-character quatrain at the bottom:"My heart is in Shandong, my body is in Wu, and the rivers and seas are fluttering. At that time, if he had a high ambition, he dared to laugh at Huang Chao for not being her husband."

The big characters are flamboyant, just like this poem, the image of a middle-aged man who has no aspirations, a middle-aged man who thinks highly of himself but is unhappy, a middle-aged man who is extremely proud but has no ambitions and is down and out. The image of a man, a middle-aged man with lofty ambitions and rebellious intentions, is all drawn by Yue Ran.

"OK, write anti-poetry!"

Unknowingly, several more scholars happened to arrive upstairs.

As soon as they saw the poem, someone immediately wanted to grab Song Jiang.

"It was not written by this waiter. Fortunately

, the restaurant waiter stepped forward at the right time and explained:"This waiter just got the pen, and he hasn't had time to write yet.""

"Yes, this person just picked up a pen to write"

"Hiss, who wrote this poem? Deep and tolerant, with great ambitions"

"This is a rebellion, what kind of lofty ambitions are there?"

"Haha, I made a mistake."

"Could this poem be written by Wang Lun, the great leader of Liangshan? I am in Shandong but my heart is in Wu... Isn't it him?"

"No, Wang Lun is now successful. This poem was written by someone who was depressed and frustrated."

"This is true."

Song Jiang was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

Was Wang Lun pressured him to even write a poem? The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. Of course the poem on the wall was not written by him.

But the draft he typed in his stomach was similar to this, with only a few words. The difference is different.

By the time I finish writing, it may be exactly the same.

This... what is going on?

Song Jiang felt creepy and almost screamed.

His originally groggy mind also became clear.

The drunkenness disappeared without a trace. He staggered downstairs

, no longer daring to vent his complaints and dissatisfaction.

He knew he was afraid of being watched.

He didn't dare to stay in this restaurant for too long. It was important to go back to his residence quickly.

……

Watching Song Jiang's short and fat figure disappear quickly.

Han Bolong was also overcome with laughter.

Gongsun Sheng on the side also smiled.

Zhu Fu looked pleased with himself

"In this operation, the Military Intelligence Department and the Protocol Department cooperated perfectly and were successfully completed. Now we can deal with the boss."

"As expected, this Song dwarf was unwilling to do anything about it, and he even thought about anti-poetry more than once, and the boss actually found out about it. When he saw Xijiang Yue and Qi Jue, the expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost. This shows that this poem was indeed what he wanted to write. Haha, thinking about it makes me laugh to death."

"Humph, how dare he laugh at Huang Chao for not being a husband? There is no money, no goods, no generals and soldiers, no territory and foundation. There was originally a little reputation in the green forest. After the foundation was exposed, now not only everyone is shouting, but also no one has much respect. People can be ambitious, but it must be worthy of their own abilities. Otherwise, it is delusion!"

"Mr. Gongsun is right!"

Gongsun Sheng was an open-minded man, and treated people with a calm demeanor, as if he were a leisurely cloud and a wild crane. He rarely spoke so harshly.

It can be seen that Song Jiang really disgusted this Taoist priest. He was restless, unaware of himself, and very arrogant. Arrogant.

I don’t know where this person got his reputation!

"Many of our salt products are shipped here in Jiangzhou, shipped by the gang in Jieyang Town. Jiangzhou must be stable, otherwise the profit of two to three million yuan a year will be gone. Wang Lun is also really anxious.

Even wealthy people have to be careful with their budgets!

Jiangzhou dealt with the markets of several provinces. In the Song Dynasty, there were no provinces and it was called Lu, so the scope was even wider.

It was a trivial matter that Song Jiang was caught, but this guy was very energetic and was once a well-known figure in the green forest. During this period, he had to be taken care of by Dai Zong, and he also got to know Li Kui, Zhang Heng, Zhang Shun and others.

If the butterfly wings of history are stirred up, there will be a gathering of heroes at the White Dragon Temple, and the rebels will rob the Jiangzhou execution ground...

Jiangzhou will be in chaos, and I don't know who will benefit, but Liangshan will definitely suffer a big loss.

It was not easy to hook up with Li Jun, Mu Hong and others. These local tycoons had many channels for selling salt. After Liangshan Salt Products took control of the Dengzhou seaside, they opened salt ponds directly on the seaside. The annual output can reach three to four million picks. So many.

In fact, it was Wang Lun who temporarily gave Guan Salt a way to survive. The entire Guan Salt market only amounted to a few million. This included the local people of the Song Dynasty and millions of people in the south, plus the trade or grant share to the Liao Kingdom. Inside.

After all, salt is salt, not food.

Liangshan is still limiting production. Even if it is limited, the annual output will reach two million picks.

Half are sold here through Jieyang Town.

Li Jun, Mu Hong and others also made a lot of money and their strength skyrocketed.

Normally, the Concierge Department would go to Jiangzhou every month and bring people from the Military Intelligence Department to arrange the arrangements, or people from the Construction Department and the Trading Department to listen to customers' opinions and suggestions.

Such an important place cannot be messed up by Song Jiang

"I said……"

There was a sinister look in Zhu Fu's eyes. He wiped his neck and whispered:"This Song Jiang is restless. There are many people in Jiangzhou who are buying his account. Otherwise, we can do it for him directly. This will help Save a lot of trouble"

"I said so too."Han Bolong said:"The boss laughed a few times at that time, but shook his head and refused."

"The boss is such an upright person, how could he allow you to do such a thing."

Gongsun Sheng also disagrees. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The Taoist priest came down the mountain for training, and he is willing to do some things, but asking him to become a killer to kill fellow Green Foresters is something Gongsun Sheng cannot do. Can't do it

"Well, be optimistic about this person, as long as he can't make big waves."

……

"boom!"

The firewood pile in front of me was doused with the fierce fire oil of the Song Dynasty. Jin Wushu, also known as Wanyan Zongbi, lit the lighter sideways. As soon as the flames flashed, the firewood pile was ignited.

A group of Jurchen nobles sat around the fire, and the servants put the fat After the mutton was roasted until golden brown, large pieces were given to these nobles. The nobles cut off the pieces of meat themselves with silver knives and enjoyed the delicacies with big mouthfuls. Wanyan Zongjun, Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Zonghan, Wanyan Zongqian, Wanyan Zongjun,

Wanyan Zonghan, Wanyan Zongqian, Wanyan Zongjun Yan Zongpan, Wanyan Zongjun, Wanyan Zongbi... those sitting in front of the fire are all young heroes among the Jurchens.

Among them, Wanyan Zongwang is the second prince in the mouth of the Song Dynasty, the commander-in-chief who destroyed the Song Dynasty, surrounded Tokyo, captured Huizong, and the Qin Dynasty. This is the person who belonged to Zong and his son.

He can also be regarded as a Jurchen aristocrat who was outstanding in both military and political affairs after Wanyan Aguda.

This person also raped Emperor Maode, the princess of Huizong, Zhao Dejin.

She was officially regarded as a concubine, and in addition There were a large number of maids and courtiers.

Wanyan Zonghan was Nianhan, and he was also a Jin noble well-known to people in the Song Dynasty.

Wanyan Zongqian, later the Grand Master, was a very popular minister, and Jin Xizong was deeply afraid of him. After his death, his son Wanyan Liang usurped power. , posthumously named Zongqian as the emperor.

Wanyan Zongpan, Taizongzi, Zongwang and Zongqian, stood on three pillars.

Wanyan Zongbi, also known as Jin Wushu, the fourth prince, was the commander-in-chief during the attack on the Southern Song Dynasty, but among the top brass of the Jin Kingdom, Zongbi His power has never reached its peak level.

Please give flowers. Wanyan Zongjun, the most lustful. During the Jingkang Revolution, he got one person, Princess Ningfu, Emperor Ji, who was fourteen years old. Zhao Chuanzhu. The eleventh son of Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty, Princess Cao, who was nineteen years old..

Huizong's concubines Jin, Chen, Pei, Shen... these are the ones with names and surnames, and there are countless maids. The oldest of this group is more than 20 years old, and the youngest is more than ten years old.

More than ten years later, He was a famous figure in the history books.

Zong Bi was not very interested in fine wine or mutton.

He caressed the silver lighter.

There was also an inscription on it: Jin Wu Shu.

This is what this little nobleman spent. A special customized version made by Baiguan for Liangshan

"The Song people's lighters were extremely ingenious."Wanyan Zongwang took a sip of wine and said with a smile:"If one day we defeat the Liao Kingdom and become adjacent to the Song people, we will have as many of these good things as we want."

Zong Wang already had a vague intention of attacking the Song Dynasty.

But he was still reserved and forbearing.

After all, it was not his turn to be in charge now. His father, Wanyan Aguda, was in good health. His uncle, Wu Qimai, was Bo Jilie, and Wanyan Zongjun was the successor. It was not the boss's turn to speak up.

But Zong Wang's words aroused the approval of these Jurchen nobles. Everyone's eyes were dim and they couldn't help but look to the south.

"Dajin’s fur, dongzhu, and ginseng are such precious things, but they are exchanged for so little!"

"That mirror would require ten furs, even one less!"

"There is also fine salt, I don’t know how they make it? Large quantity and cheap, much better than what we make ourselves"

"The southerners are so ingenious, that fire machine is much stronger than our fire starters. Amma said that when they were young, they were walking in waist-deep snow in winter, and finally picked up some dead wood to start a fire, but they couldn't start a fire for a long time. The feeling was too uncomfortable. When Ama saw Song Ren's igniter, her eyes were filled with sadness for a long time. Many of my friends back then were frozen to death in the winter.……"

"The Southern Dynasties must be conquered!"

"Yes, we must conquer the Southern Dynasties!"

"Fortunately, Wang Lun was so arrogant that he didn't make an oath with us by killing the white horse, otherwise it would be difficult to break the oath by then."

"This person is very capable, and we, the Jurchens, are no match for him in single combat. But how can we be reckless men fighting alone? The people of Liao are no match for us, and neither are the people of Song. Even though Wang Lun is a hero, he is not the leader of Song. When the time comes, it is not impossible to make him a king and win him over to our side!"

A group of Jurchen nobles look like wolves, and their trade with Liangshan is definitely not equal.

Except for salt, the goods in Liangshan are all highly processed goods with industrial added value.

The original value is definitely not as good as the Jurchen furs and Dongzhu. and other things.

These things, if processed a thousand years later, will become extremely expensive luxuries.

The Jurchens also felt something was wrong.[]

They also will not purchase goods other than food in bulk.

But the nobles still inevitably want to buy, after all, these goods are quite attractive.

Now that they have won the main battle against Liao, their strength has skyrocketed again.

The dawn of the end of Liao Dynasty has appeared.

This is the time when ambition is full, it can also be said to be a time of extreme self-confidence and arrogance.

"I don't think he will be solicited. Wanyan

Zongbi had been listening on the sidelines, playing with the lighter in his hand.

At this time, he interrupted:"Wang Lun is respectful and polite on the surface, but in fact he has persistence in his heart. As the Song Dynasty people said, he has no arrogance but has pride." This kind of people will not be used by us, and they will definitely be enemies in the future!"

"Wu Shu said this, Wang Lun is indeed like this"

"I heard that the Emperor of the Song Dynasty was sending a large army to attack Wang Lun and his Liangshan territory."

"Don't beat him to death, we still need his food and salt."

"How could this man be killed so easily? He was very capable and skillful in controlling his subordinates. His soldiers and horses, that is, Shuiying, were all tough, Kongwu and obedient men. They were much better than the Khitans of the Liao Kingdom. If the people of Song Dynasty were like this, it would be difficult to conquer Song Dynasty."

After such a long time, the trade between Liangshan and the Jurchens has not stopped.

Here we need food, and Liangshan needs a large amount of their leather goods and Dongzhu. They are all good things, and the trade profits are extremely high.

The Song Dynasty also began to recognize ginseng. It was at this time that two people got one tael of gold from their ginseng. At this time, the Northeast was vast and sparsely populated. Not only was ginseng everywhere, it was also an easy-to-find common medicinal material.

The trade between the two sides was, in the words of later generations, extremely complementary.

Of course. , the hearts of the Jurchens are insufficient, and the Jurchens wish that everything could be given to them for free.

In the process of trade, Liangshanshui Camp also opened the eyes of these Jurchens.

Strong ships, heavy crossbows, well-trained, and sturdy Kongwu gave these Jurchens eyes. The tall Jurchen was deeply impressed.

Wu Shu didn't say anything more, just played with the lighter in his hand.

The Emperor of Song Dynasty couldn't do anything about Wang Lun, so what about his side?.

Người mua: Tê Tê Ka