Every sentence of the poem stirred Chen Shuwu's heart.

He couldn't help but sketch a map in his mind. If he could realize it one by one... Liang Ting Mountain and River, he would monopolize half of it!

Whoosh!

After gasping twice, he did not lose his mind after all.

The two started an uprising in Suzhou, and it's only been less than half a year since they started to have some stumbling blocks. It's only been less than half a year. You can think about some things, but you must not get carried away.

Wen Song on the side always paid attention to the other party with his peripheral vision, saw this scene in his eyes, and nodded secretly.

Chen Shuwu has an impatient temper, is greedy for money, and loves drinking and sex...but he always has self-awareness and can guard his true heart, so as not to become complacent and lose his mind.

The two talked for a few more words, including how to conquer and arrange Jiangnan and how to deal with the big and small military leaders in the south.

Chen Shuwu got excited after hearing this and whipped up his horse.

"Go back! Get your troops and horses together. Tomorrow we will attack Jiang Laosi, and then Zhao Nu'er from Pingjinguan!"

Wen Song was stunned, and was about to persuade him that there was no need to waste time in Nanjiang if he didn't attack Jianye. However, he heard the other party add with a smile, "We are going to Pingjin, if we don't make some noise in Nanjiang City, Wang Li Er

We are determined not to let him go easily and will come to our aid."

At this moment, this middle-aged warrior, who was once born into a peasant family and was forced to become a bandit, was dragged out of his sword by a former scholar, with a high-spirited look on his face.

"Defeat, we must lose this time!"

"First show weakness, then cut straight to the weak point!"

Chen Shuwu waved his hand with a hammer and spoke forcefully.

"It's very close along the west, straight down to the south of the Yangtze River!"

"The hot potato of Jianye Gyeonggi Province should be left to Wang and Li, and they will have to fight over it dog by dog!"

Wen Song pursed his lips when he heard this and said nothing more.

Snap! Horse hooves are flying.

Tap tap tap! Everyone followed him one after another, the wind and dust rose high, and he disappeared in an instant.

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Before dawn, Old Man Song got up early.

Carrying water, chopping firewood, hot water, and cooking porridge.

"Aye...ha! Yawn!"

"Ouch, dear, wait a minute, the porridge will be ready in a while."

After holding his little grandson, who was no taller than his calf, and placing him outside the kitchen, Old Man Song heard the doorman creaking in the room next door.

The boss and his wife got up and went to the fields to weed.

A moment later, the second child also got up, teased the grandson for a while, put on farm tools and a straw hat, and rushed towards Muramasa's house. During dinner yesterday, I heard that an old fairy came to the village, and Muramasa was going to give him a gift.

They are building a temple and are looking for helpers to take care of two meals a day and still have money.

If you do a good job, you might be favored by the old god?

Old Man Song doesn't expect his second son to have such a promising career in the eyes of gods, but it would be good to bring back some dried meat. Baby Yazi is growing up, and it's not a problem to make rice porridge mixed with wild vegetables every day - although in the countryside, like their family

It is considered lucky to still have enough to eat and not starve to death.

The pot was gurgling incessantly, and white mist was rising with hot steam.

The old man stirred it up and added a handful of wild vegetables.

After thinking about it, we should have dried meat tomorrow, so I grabbed a handful again, and before I put it down, I picked out a few intact ones with pain, and threw only the roots and leaves into the pot.

Gululu.

After rubbing his belly, Old Man Song went out and stood outside shouting a few times.

Not long after, the boss and his wife came back, their trouser legs still stained with mud.

At the same time, at the head of the village, under a tile-roofed house that was more exquisite than the surrounding dilapidated loess thatched houses, Song Rende, the village leader, picked up a round chicken, piping hot, and delivered it to the old Taoist in front of him.

Do Taoist priests eat chicken? Song Rende doesn't understand this, but it doesn't stop his old face from being full of smiles, and every wrinkle is overflowing with joy.

The old Taoist did not refuse and took the chicken in his arms.

He doesn't eat. Although Zhengyuan Guan and the Taoist lineage he cultivates do not have this requirement, Yu Qimeng rarely touches meat.

Five pungents are rarely eaten, but are more of a habit.

When he came here, he met his daughter-in-law from his hometown in the village, whose abdomen was as bloated as a bulge and her face was as green as a beast. She didn't know what she had eaten to look like this. She was really pitiful.

Yu Qimeng took action. He didn't know much about Qihuang's medical skills, but the cultivation of his internal energy during the time in the mountains had made him discover that this thing was of great use to the human body and could get rid of stubborn diseases.

It had quite an effect on myself and the two little Taoist boys. When used on the woman, although she could not immediately return to her former self, it also made her complexion more rosy, vomiting out flatulence, and taking more time to go to the hospital.

Seeing such methods, the village elders and their family were stunned for a while, calling the gods descended to earth. Even though Yu Qimeng had already explained that he only knew a pharmacist who had a wonderful recipe, and was not a fairy figure.

But he couldn't stand it, and the other party kept looking at him with eager eyes. He kept going back and forth, but he couldn't refuse. In addition, it was getting dark, so he stayed in his hometown in the village for the night.

Early the next morning, I could hear the commotion outside the hospital.

When he opened the door and looked around, it turned out that the village elder had already announced that he would build a shrine for himself.

Yu Qimeng had no choice but to treat the woman again and left dozens of coppers as food and accommodation expenses.
Chapter completed!