In a village outside Weishan County, seven or eight people stood with their hands down, and a man in his forties sat in the middle, his face looking very ugly.

"Master! The postman has raised the silver, so let's watch them take it away?

This is the silver obtained by the bloodshed of more than 800 church members. You must not just let it go!" A strong man with a beard said loudly.

"What if I don't forget it? More than a thousand men came to the postman, we have no chance of winning at all!" another older man retorted.

The strong man was unhappy when he heard this and shouted and cursed: "Fuck! We have more than 100,000 people to mobilize some, and even the elite official army will be ruined!"

"It is easy to gather the church members, but have you ever thought about the consequences? Once our strength is exposed, the court will definitely send a large army to encircle and suppress it. The leader's business will be destroyed after many years!"

The two of them quarreled unwillingly, and the sound became louder and louder, and they almost started to attack directly.

"Enough!" Wang Sen was upset by the two of them and scolded in a low voice. The two of them immediately shut up, but their eyes were staring at each other.

"Master! My disciple has already told the prince to go to Weishan County to save his clan uncle. I think Li Fan dared not disobey the prince of Lu. There is a clan uncle who is only 200,000 taels of silver, which can be earned in a few years. There is no need to fight the postman to death.

As long as we keep a low profile, wait for the Emperor Ming to act against the enemy and then go up to the top and shout, the big thing will be accomplished!" After the handsome young man in the room said, Wang Sen nodded immediately with satisfaction.

His disciple is brave and resourceful, which is definitely a great help to him. This tax robbery was arranged by him. If a thousand postmen suddenly appeared, he would have received 200,000 taels of silver.

"Hongru! Nothing is absolutely true! If the king and protector cannot save us, we still need to make other plans!" Although we are satisfied with Xu Hongru's statement, Wang Sen still needs to show his existence.

"Yes! Master!" Xu Hongru replied respectfully.

At this moment, an anxious voice came from outside the door: "Dad! Zhu Shouliang, this waste, didn't know what he thought, entered Weishan County to rescue him again!

Didn’t we forget what we told us? We went to a brothel and went to have a happy life!"

Hearing this voice, the muscles on Wang Sen's face trembled a few times. He whispered: "Nizi! If you have any words to go into the house, be careful that there are ears in the wall!"

Wang Haoxian walked into the house indifferently, found a chair and sat down carelessly, and said, "Dad! The whole village is ours. If there are ears in the wall, there must be someone else!"

"You...!" Wang Sen also wanted to scold his son, and the few people in the room saluted Wang Haoxian who was sitting down neatly.

"Little Ming King!"

Wang Haoxian waved his hand impatiently and said, "Dad! Zhu Shouyang is a waste! It would be better to summon the sects to attack Weishan County!

We have so many believers, and we can capture several county towns, and even Shandong Province is more than enough. When you become emperor, I can become a prince, right?"

When Wang Haoxian said this, he did not care at all, as casually as discussing what to eat tomorrow morning.

Wang Sen's face changed instantly. He knew it was easy to cheat some incense money, but it would be extremely difficult to really rebel. Not to mention anything else, the combat power of the Ming army was not comparable to that of the believers who had just put down their hoes.

Once he embarked on that path, he would probably never look back. Unless he conquered the world, there would be only a dead end. This is also the reason why he has accumulated many years of strength but has never acted rashly.

When Xu Hongru saw some dismay, he immediately said, "Master, Xiao Ming King! Zhu Shouliang has not left Weishan County, so he may have been delayed by something. We should just wait and see if things are out of control. It is not too late to gather the church members again!"

Wang Sen glared at his son, nodded and said, "Okay! Let's wait a little longer according to the knowledge of the great scholars!"

...

The red sun rose in the east, and many people entering and leaving the gate gathered in front of Weishan County. The soldiers guarding the gate were about to open the city gate when they saw chariots coming.

Seeing this convoy, several soldiers were frightened and trembled. They still can't forget the situation where the sergeant was stripped of his legs.

When they saw the several prison chariots mixed in the chariot, they almost knelt on the ground. The magistrate Peng, Dianshi, prison head, and several entourages of Weishan County were all listed. I am afraid that except for the vain county magistrate and the ignorant Jiaoyu, the officials of Weishan County were all among them.

"Open the door quickly! The royal postman is escorting the Prince of King Lu back to Yanzhou!" A rough voice sounded, and Zhu Shoujiu's face turned a little white.

This is over now. I am afraid that the news of his private leaving the fiefdom will spread to the nearby prefectures.

The soldiers guarding the gate dared not delay. They opened the city gate in three or five steps, and the postmen and chariots came out one after another, heading towards the north.

In the carriage, Li Fan sat opposite Zhu Shouliang, handed over a glass of spirits produced in Xishan and said, "Your Highness, are you interested in seeing a good show?

It smells so good!

I don’t know if this fragrant big fish can enter my urn!”

...

Wang Sen paced back and forth in the room, and for the first time he didn't care about the gaze of his subordinates. In the early morning, the door of Weishan County had just opened, and all the postmen turned north, but there was no news about the prince Zhu Shouyang, which made him feel a little restless.

While waiting anxiously, no one rushed in without even knocking on the door.

"Dad! The postman did not go straight north, but went northwest through Tengzhou!" Wang Haoxian's voice sounded, which made the people in the house stunned.

"Northwest?Northwest! What's in the northwest? Not good...!" Wang Sen muttered a few words, his face suddenly became extremely ugly. The rest of the people in the room also changed their faces, only the bearded man with a confused look on his face.

"Come here! Go back to Wangjiazhuang in Yuncheng quickly and must return before the postmen!" Wang Sen couldn't sit still for a moment. The postmen were heading for not Yanzhou at all, but Yuncheng.

Yuncheng is the base camp of the Winter Sect, and Wangjiazhuang has prepared countless soldiers and grains, and will rise up just after one opportunity.

Wang Sen's years of hard work there must not fall into the hands of the postmen. The tax silver matter will allow all the elites of the Winter Sorrow Sect to be in Weishan County, and no one will be in charge of the command. Can Wangjiazhuang deal with the postmen who are like wolves and tigers?

Just as Wang Sen stepped out, Xu Hongru bowed and said, "Master! The postman must have received the news, otherwise he would not have gone straight to Yuncheng.

We only have two roads left. One is to retreat immediately. No matter what in Yuncheng, it doesn’t matter even if the postman destroys Wangjiazhuang. As long as the master is here, the Smelling Sect will exist.

Second, Fei Ge immediately sent a letter to inform all the church members of the country to gather in Yuncheng, and we ambush the postmen with the banner of avenging the prince of Lu.
Chapter completed!