Guo Chuanlin mingled with the crowd and walked along the bustling long street to the south of the city. Shops were lined up in rows, including restaurants, brothels, casinos, inns, mule and horse shops, jewelry shops, woodware shops, blacksmith shops, and silk and satin shops. Ready-made clothing shops, herbal medicine shops, tea shops, southern goods shops, shops, shops, etc. are all available, and they are full of people and bustling.
This is the largest city in Jianghuai, full of a different kind of vitality.
At three o'clock in the morning, Guo Chuanlin bought four buns with diced bamboo shoots and pork buns from a Lao Cai bun shop. He stood on the side of the street, watching the flow of people passing by, and swallowed them in two bites. The meat buns had just come out of the cage and were very hot. When you bite into them, your mouth will be full of fat. The flavors of the skin and stuffing are so integrated that you won't let go even if you hit your mouth.
Guo Chuanlin crumpled the oil paper into a ball and threw it into the basket. After making sure that no one was following him, he walked into a deserted alley and walked around until he came to a large house. The door is ajar, and through the gap, you can see the courtyard, which is paved with stone slabs. There is a round stone table and four stone drum benches under the flower stand. The breeze is ruffling the hanging vines, as gentle as a lover's hands.
Guo Chuanlin gently pushed the door open and stepped across the threshold. Next to the concierge, a fat man was lying in a wicker chair, with his fingers clasped on his lower abdomen, squinting his eyes, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed. A thick snoring sound came from the mouth and nose. There is a low table next to the wicker chair, with an exquisite tin pot and two wine glasses, exuding the mellow aroma of rice wine.
That is the owner of the village, Min Kui Min, an old man who has worked for the Han family in Yangzhou for decades. He is loyal to Han Bing and will never leave him no matter how rich or poor he is. The world is changing and people's hearts are impetuous. Such loyal ministers are rare anymore.
Guo Chuanlin closed the door with his backhand and said with a smile: "Master Min, you have chosen a good place!"
The snoring suddenly stopped, and Min Kui woke up from his sleep. He tried hard several times, but he couldn't hold up his fat body, so he had to cup his hands and say: "Master Guo, please forgive me, but there is no one to help me. I really can't stand up."
"Just lie down. Okay, I'll leave after saying a few words. I won't stay long. Did you buy this house?" Min Kui waved his hands hurriedly: "How could I be so lucky? It is the property of the Han family, and this is the only one left in Yangzhou that has not been taken away by the government."
"The courtyard is nice." Guo Chuanlin admired the layout of the courtyard. The wood, water and stone are all unique and exude a sense of tranquility and peace.
"Yes, Mr. Han also likes this house very much. He lives here every time he returns to Yangzhou."
"Is there any news from Mr. Han?"
Min Kui's expression straightened, he lowered his voice, and repeated word for word: "Mr. Han asked me to tell the young master that not long ago, Hu Guanhai led the elite Huai army to the north, stayed outside Tianjing City for three days, and then turned west advance, forming a pincer attack with the Sichuan army heading north, and seems to have the intention of attacking the pass."
Everything was as expected by Mr. Han. The weather was getting warmer, and the Huai army on the Henghe line was ready to move. Having been mobilized to go north, Huaiyang was empty, with only one Han army left, and a golden opportunity finally appeared. Guo Chuanlin nodded and said: "What else?
Min Kui raised his body with difficulty, took out two oil paper packets, one white and one yellow, and handed them to him solemnly. "Here are two packets of salt. Mr. Han told me to make sure." I have to hand it over to the young master with my own hands. He said that the white bag was fine refined salt and the yellow bag was red clay salt used for feeding livestock. There must be no mistake. "
Guo Chuanlin put away the two packets of salt, glanced at Min Kui, and thought to himself: "It's a long way from the prison to Yangzhou, and the news is transmitted so quickly. Mr. Han must have put a lot of thought into the operation. This dark line. He casually asked, "Is it a flying pigeon delivering the message?" ”
Min Kui’s sweaty and greasy face forced out a smile and said: “Scared, pigeons can’t fly so far, they have been beaten down to make soup!” Master Guo, Mr. Han has specially asked to keep secret such confidential matters. ”
It’s not necessarily true that pigeons can’t fly so far. Du Wei’s iron-feathered pigeon with different eyes is very spiritual. Not to mention being detained in Yangzhou, it doesn’t matter how far away it is. Guo Chuanlin’s heart moved and he said: “If it’s not a pigeon, then it’s a bird of prey like a hawk. ”
Min Kui’s face changed slightly and his eyes flickered. It was obvious that he had broken the connection between them.
Guo Chuanlin knew that his guess was right, and he patted Min Kui on the shoulder. , said meaningfully: "Master Min, it is most important for you to be in the middle of delivering the news. You must not make any mistakes, be it pigeons or hawks. If it falls into the hands of others and ruins Mr. Han's important event, a hundred deaths will not be able to redeem it." blame. ”
Min Kui’s heart trembled. Guo Chuanlin spoke and acted more and more like Mr. Han. He was leaning back, with unbearable pain in his neck and back. He sweated a lot and said with an apologetic smile: "Young Master Guo, don't worry, all correspondence is in code, so the news will never be leaked. ”
“Send a message to Mr. Han for me. The things have been received. Everything is ready here. Everything goes well. Next, it’s up to Zhao Shuai. "After saying the last words, Guo Chuanlin turned and left. Min Kui breathed a sigh of relief and lay back heavily. The wicker chair creaked loudly. He gasped and gasped, thinking over and over again in his mind. He couldn't guess where the two of them were. What a riddle.
Guo Chuanlin was a smart man, so he let him know the truth.
Min Kui was not so fat when he was young and traveled to and from Beijing. When he saw the foreigners taming falcons, he first thought of using birds of prey instead of pigeons to convey messages. Birds of prey soared high in the sky, out of reach of hunters' bows and arrows. They flew like arrows and arrived in the morning and evening, far beyond the reach of homing pigeons. Min Kui asked the acquaintance Hu Shang in a roundabout way, and gradually realized the difficulty. Birds of prey are no better than homing pigeons, and sending letters is no better than hunting rabbits. Once they are allowed to fly high, how can they still be commanded? Min Kui put this idea behind him until Many years later, the Qingcheng faction was destroyed, and Han Bing escaped with his life and traveled around the world. In order to avenge his hatred, he spared no expense and manpower and ordered him to arrange the matter.
Eagle, Eagle, Kite, Vultures, harriers, ospreys, falcons, owls, and hawks all have violent temperaments and are difficult to capture, and it is even more difficult to tame them. It took Min Kui more than ten years of work, and countless birds of prey were killed, before he trained a pair of suitable goshawks. .Han BingIn order to provoke King Huai to revolt, it would take a long time to deliver the message, and we couldn't afford to delay it. With this pair of goshawks, starting from Jiaguan, if everything goes well, it would only take a day and a night to deliver the secret message to Yangzhou.
Han Bing is stationed at Jiaguan, Min Kui is lurking in Yangzhou, and Guo Chuanlin contacts the King of Huai. This hidden line is crucial. If there is a flaw in any link, years of painstaking planning will be in vain. . Han Bing is playing a big game of chess. Whether he can win the trust of King Huai and prompt him to launch an army to raid Tianjing and ascend to the throne in one fell swoop depends on Guo Chuanlin's methods and luck.
Everything is done in advance, otherwise it will be ruined. Han Bing prepared for a rainy day and considered everything carefully. The only thing he did not expect was that Guo Chuanlin rescued Li Qixian halfway, and Qin Rong was a chess piece. The weight suddenly became much lighter. It is hard to find such a person who is courageous, capable and capable of change. Among the rebels, no one is more suitable than Guo Chuanlin. He is not a "crow", but he is better than a "crow". The transcoding has been serious recently, which makes us more motivated and updates faster. Please use your little hands to exit the reading mode. Thank you