Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 130 Two Years of Turmoil
As the sun rises in the sky, it is like a jumping fireball, releasing huge heat and baking everything on the earth.

In this scorching hot weather, no matter what I do, I just feel tired and lose water quickly.

Not long after, the gate of the Song residence was knocked open.

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

These people had steel knives and daggers on their waists, longbows on their backs, thick leather rings around their necks to protect them from being bitten by wild beasts, and they also wore several very conspicuous wolf tooth necklaces.

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

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

"I haven't been a patrol guard for such a long time, 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 many types of meat, but they are not all farmed chicken, duck, beef, mutton, or pig meat.

Basically, they are all kinds of game, birds and beasts in the mountains and forests.

"The meat of exotic beasts seems to be much less than in previous weeks?" Song Changming asked after looking at the proportions on the list.

"Yes, many exotic beasts that can be seen on weekdays have left during the severe drought. There is nothing we can do about it. Please forgive us, sir." The tall and strong man hurriedly explained, fearing that Song Changming would misunderstand and think that his meat had been withheld.

"Forget it. If you have more exotic beast meat in the future, I will take them all. The price is negotiable." Song Changming said.

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

"Okay, I'll make a note of it for you." The tall and strong man nodded.

"Ping'an, come and move the meat." Song Changming shouted towards the kitchen.

"Okay, Brother Song." Song Ping'an came over quickly.

After taking the meat, he has to seal it as soon as possible, otherwise it will quickly rot 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 noticeably more relaxed than before.

The city is not safe now, and troubles are happening frequently.

If they hadn't been holding sharp weapons like bows and arrows to intimidate, the whole truck of meat would have been looted as soon as it hit the street.

The busiest places nowadays are the prison of the Xunjia Division and the execution ground in Caishikou.

Now the General Security Bureau can only rely on beheading to deter the rioters and prevent the city from falling into complete chaos and disorder.

At noon, the family was eating lunch in the shade under a tree in the yard, enjoying the breeze.

No matter how turbulent and chaotic the outside world was, at least the Song residence was relatively peaceful. No accidents had occurred, and life could go on.

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

"A few years ago, I held the child of the Yang family in my arms," ​​Song's mother murmured, as if she had never expected that the naive young man back then would become a general many years later, and she had never expected that the entire Yang family would be wiped out because of it.

"And there's the rebel army. I heard that they've been causing trouble in the city recently. Many people have nowhere else to turn and have gone to join the rebel army." Song's father continued.

"Dad, from now on you must not get involved in anything related to the rebels, so as to avoid getting into trouble." Song Changming reminded.

"I know this very well." Father Song took a sip of wine and nodded.

He only heard these things from the neighbors in the alley. As for the rebel army, even if Song Changming didn't say anything, he would stay away from them.

No matter how beautiful the other party's words are, no matter how they talk about beautiful visions, or how much they lobby, they are all bubbles that will burst with a single 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 past history will not join the rebels.

Song Changming also did not think that the two rebellious forces could last long.

From Liu Dingsheng, he could learn the latest developments in the world situation.

At present, the imperial court has clearly changed its strategy. It no longer pursues the four princes who have claimed to be kings, but instead draws troops to vigorously attack the two rebel forces in the north and the south.

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

In this matter, whether it is the new emperor, the court or other royal family members, they can all distinguish the priorities.

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

And if the rebels are not curbed and finally succeed, then the world will really change hands!
The Chu royal family, which has been in existence for nearly a thousand years, will completely decline!
The civil and military officials in the court will also usher in a major purge!
Therefore, none of the officials in the imperial capital wanted the Chu royal power and the current court to collapse.

The court might have had its own agenda in dealing with the four princes, fighting openly and secretly, and considering their own interests.

To fight against the rebels, we must be united and work together!
That's the difference.

"With the existence of these two rebel armies, Donglai County will probably continue to be free from war for at least the next one or two years." Song Changming thought to himself.

After dinner, Song Ping'an brought Song Changming the letter from the post station. Song Changming knew without a doubt that the person who could write to him was Liang Zhaolong who was away from home.

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

This time is no exception.

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

What new problems have been encountered in recent months, what problems have been solved, what talents have been recruited, and what important external intelligence have been collected.

They would write them down one by one on the letter paper and inform Song Changming.

Sometimes when he was short of money for development, he would discuss it with Song Changming.

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

From the current perspective, the Changming Society run by Liang Zhaolong has just gained a firm foothold and is developing in a positive direction.

But if we want to truly achieve something, it seems still a long way to go and there is a lot of room for improvement and perfection.

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 post station to Liang Zhaolong's current location the next day.

“The rest will be left to time.”

Song Changming looked through the windowsill at the full moon hanging high in the night sky, hoping only that he could maintain his current relatively stable life.

Spring goes and autumn comes, the sun and the moon change constantly, and the world is in constant conflict.

In the blink of an eye, the world has been in chaos for another two years.
On that day, thick black clouds gathered over the city and heavy rains continued for several days in the Donglai County area.

The water level of Luolong River rose a lot as a result.

By the river, a black horse was galloping on the muddy and wet ground.

On the horse was a man dressed as a fisherman. He was soaked in the rain but remained unmoved. He continued to ride his horse forward.

The bloodstains on his body gradually faded away after being repeatedly washed by the rain.

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

We rode non-stop all the way, and after half a day we could see in the distance the shadow of a huge port dock emerging under the rain.

He also breathed a sigh of relief. Once he got on the boat and sailed back to the gang headquarters, he would be safe.

"There must be a traitor in the gang!"

He Bo was still thinking, when passing a small hill, a knife suddenly flew out and cut the falling raindrops in the air.

He only had time to hear a sound of breaking air and subconsciously tried to dodge.

But he only barely avoided the vital points, and was still stabbed in the shoulder and arm by the sudden knife.

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

The black horse was frightened and ran away without caring about the life or death of its owner. It 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 didn't expect that when he was about to reach the port and his mentality was relaxed, he would be ambushed here!
He was stabbed as he came up, and the rain wet the wound, making it extremely painful.

At this time, the sound of raindrops hitting the water came from the rain and fog, looming and seemed to have a rhythm.

Soon, a figure was seen walking out of the rain and fog.

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

"It's raining so hard, if you don't wear a raincoat or hold an umbrella, you might get soaked."

The voice floated into his ears and He Bo frowned. He didn't care about this insignificant gossip.

His eyes were fixed on the hilt of the dragon-headed long sword behind this person.

"Song Changming, you are no longer a patrol guard of the General Administration. Why did you stop me today? Do you really think that our Dinghai Shui Gang is easy to bully?" He Bo said sternly.

"That's too serious. I came here only for the thing on you. It has nothing to do with the Dinghai Sea Gang." Song Changming said, and continued to walk closer.

He Bo quickly understood what was going on and said in a cold voice, "So you are here for the mist gold in my hand too!"

(End of this chapter)