Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is infinitely beautiful. This is the second time Fang Lang has visited the south of the Yangtze River. The wind is smooth, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the blue waves are surging above the river, and the willow trees on both sides of the river are shady.

The literati in the south of the Yangtze River are very romantic, and the women are also passionate. There are often men and women walking together on the embankment, all of whom are young and full of youth. The man is handsome and romantic, and the woman is soft and affectionate. At this time, Fang Lang was on a lonely boat. Many people are curious why he called it this lonely boat, because this small boat is relatively small and really cannot sail on the big river. A little wave, the boat tossed up and down. However, Fang Lang made this small boat because the people on the ferry were acquaintances.

The little old man smiled and let Chuaner slide slowly. He is already gray-haired, and at this age he has already passed on the benefits to his descendants. But as soon as he heard that Fang Lang was looking for him by the river, the little old man immediately left his grandson in his arms and ran to the shore. Not for anything else, just crossing the river for a bosom friend.

This time he came to Jiangnan, the primary purpose is to find Wu Mu's suicide note. However, he didn't have many clues about Wu Mu's suicide note. The only thing he knew was that it was in the hands of a certain scribe in Hangzhou. This person is a descendant of Yue Fei's subordinates, and he has a solid copy of Wu Mu's suicide note written by Yue Fei himself.

But it's not easy to find someone. What Fang Lang knows now is that this person is more flirtatious. He likes to chant poems everywhere, belittling Jiangnan literati as arty.

If you go to Hangzhou, you will always be called. But he still wanted to come to Jiajing to see if he could see the Seven Monsters of the South of the Yangtze River and Guo Jing. But he was disappointed when the award came. The Seven Devils of the South of the Yangtze River did not come here, but went to Hangzhou. It turns out that there are rumors about martial arts in the North that many people have sneaked into the South, and they gathered in Hangzhou as if they were looking for something. The Beggars' Clan moved upon hearing the news, and a large number of masters have already gathered in Hangzhou.

Fang Lang smiled wryly when he learned about this, needless to say, this was Yang Kang's battle. This person is so overjoyed, he doesn't know how to keep a low profile when he makes a move for the first time. He can only rush to Hangzhou from the commendation and hope that there will be no troubles!

On this day, I am interested in the outskirts of Hangzhou. Fang Lang sold the horse, so he couldn't go to Hangzhou. Along the way, she pretended to be a tourist, suspiciously observing whether there were members of the beggar gang on the official road. But soon he was disappointed, not only were there no beggars on the road, but even pedestrians were very few. He can only sneak into the dense forest, looking for traces of the beggar gang.

If I go to find Wu Mu's suicide note by myself, I am afraid that if I find it, I will also be counted against the Beggars' Gang, so it is better to go directly to count the people of the Beggars' Gang. Sure enough, he explored several strongholds in the dense forest, and it took a few more secrets to realize that they did not find Mu Wu Yishu either. However, Yang Kang's men killed a large number of them, and many masters from the Northern Kingdom were tricked by the beggar gang as soon as they arrived.

Since ancient times, people have a weak sense of defense against people with lower status than themselves, such as members of the beggar gang. So how did the Jin people think that this group of beggars would sneak attack on them, and they didn't know that the loss of Hangzhou's manpower was very serious.

Fang Lang checked the information and rushed directly to Hangzhou. When he arrived in Hangzhou, he found an inn to rest and waited for Yang Kang and the others to meet up. Unexpectedly, Yang Kang did not wait, but Huang Rong did. After Huang Rong settled Bao Xiruo, Fang Lang asked her to take care of him in Beiguo. It is also time for her to learn about the situation in the grassland and slowly integrate into her own strategy. But he didn't expect that this girl was a restless master, after making some adjustments to his plan, he came here by himself.

The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful. Fang Lang and Huang Rong strolled on the shore of West Lake. At this time, the West Lake is not as overcrowded as the West Lake in later generations. The Chishui is crystal clear, and the green willows on both sides are like trees. The breeze hits, making people refreshed, and there is a fresh taste in the air. As the two walked, they discussed things together.

"Uncle Yang is so powerful. In less than two months, he has already trained a capable Yang family army. I have given him the command of all the soldiers and horses along the way. If you cause trouble in the future, this soldier and horse will The effect is very direct." After Yang Tiexin arrived on the grassland, he began to help Fang Lang train an army. He himself is a member of the Yang family, and he knows many tactics and tactics of the Yang family well. Moreover, the Yang family's marksmanship is good for fighting on the battlefield. Compared with him, Fang Lang's training in person may not have this effect.

Fang Lang smiled satisfied after hearing this: "Uncle Yang is a member of the Yang family. The Yang family had rich experience in fighting the Daliao. Although the Jurchens have defeated and talked about it, they still have the tactics of the grassland people in their bones. Don't say that they are not as powerful as them At the beginning, even if it was stronger than before, it may not be our opponent."

Huang Rong saw how pleased he was, and smiled sweetly. All along, her intelligence was a burden. It hurts when she thinks about things that others can't understand. Although at ease, there is a sense of loneliness. And Fang Lang was no smarter than her, but he didn't feel any distance because of his smartness. Let her have the room to fully develop and express herself to the fullest.

After talking about the military, the two began to talk about people's livelihood. Although Huang Rong doesn't know much about business, she draws inferences about many things from one instance to another, and Fang Lang's various strategy adjustments are in place. As soon as Fang Lang changed and listened, he felt satisfied and rejoiced. She doesn't know how to be a social worker, but she can make more money than many people who can do business. As a woman, careful planning is an instinct, and financial management is a talent.

The two of them talked all the way, and they had already reached the ground. Seeing that the scenery here is good, Fang Lang interrupted her, and said with a smile: "Okay, I listened to what you said. It feels good, so you can do it at ease. Just remember one thing, boil the frog in warm water to understand ?"

The first time Huang Rong heard about the principle of boiling frogs in warm water, she wanted to try it, but failed several times. The frog is sticky and ugly, making people look hairy. Could it be that she asked others to help her? Should Fang Lang know that she was curious about his theory?

He nodded lightly, stopped shaking and sat down leisurely, lifted his nose and took a breath: "The scenery here is so beautiful, if Brother Fang takes down Hangzhou in the future, why don't we set the capital in Hanzhou?"

Fang Langxin

There was a chug, and his voice was not low. If someone else heard it, it might be the size of the bed that caused cholera. He gave Huang Rong a grateful look, Huang Rong stuck out her tongue, made a face and said, "There's no one here! Come and sit down, too."

Fang Lang gave a helpless smile, and sat down beside him. Huang Rong actually took advantage of the situation and lay in his arms, without the restraint of a daughter's family at all. Fang Lang smiled bitterly. Huang Rong grew up on the island. The etiquette constraints of the Central Plains are all bullshit to him, and Huang Laoxie never plays cards according to common sense. What's up with his daughter, a man of etiquette? It's one thing to have a daughter's shy instinct, but it's another thing to make her behave. ..