The scorching sun is like fire, but fortunately it is in the mountains, and the cool mountain style can blow away some heat waves.

Today is June 27th, and it has been five days since I entered the mountain. If I counted from this era, it would have been more than ten days.

By the woods, Chen Wen looked at the reflection in the stream, shook his head and smiled mockingly.

The head shape of a chicken coop was like, and the dust on his face was washed away by sweat. The suit he had changed into toes to meet a big customer was already ragged, and only a pretty intact pocket could make Chen Wen barely hurt its former price; the straw sandals exchanged for the farmhouse under his feet had already exposed the toes that stood out from the socks, and the soles of his feet became the only part of his body that had not become thinner but fatter than his body with thicker calluses.

Just like this, I guess even if I go back, I have to treat it as a beggar.

Over the past few days, Chen Wen had nothing left to exchange, from shoulder bags, neutral pens, keys to leather shoes, wallets, and even power banks, he was sold to a family with children as paperweights. If he wasn't afraid of being treated as a hooligan, he would even use the belt to exchange for dry food.

Even so, he also played a guest role as a teacher and a merchant who survived the disaster when he encountered bandits on the road. In this way, Chen Wen has been able to survive until now by relying on his acting skills that are not bad and not yet qualified to be an extra.

Fortunately, this place is not far from the destination of the first phase of the plan he had previously formulated.

According to the plan previously formulated, Chen Wen first needed to go to Dalan Mountain Village in Siming Mountain District, and tried to find the highest commander of the Ming army in Siming Mountain District, and Wang Yi, the left assistant minister of the Zhizhe Military Affairs Department and the left deputy commander of the imperial envoy. Then, relying on the series of military information of the Qing army attacking Siming Mountain in his memory, he exchanged for a sufficient amount of money for him to reach Zhongzuo Suo of Fujian. Finally, he left the Siming Mountain area before September.

Chen Wen remembered that the fellow villager mentioned the front corner in the morning and kept walking, and one day you will be able to reach Dalan Mountain.

Even if Wang Yi needs time to verify the authenticity of the message, I still have two months left, and time is enough!

After having enough money, Chen Wen felt that he could go to Fujian openly.

As for hair problems, will it still be a problem at that time? Just shave a monk's head, buy a few strands of hair, braid it into a small braid and stick it on your head, and copy it into a rat tail, and even the materials and handmade things will not cost a few big children.

As for whether to really stay with a small braid, let's forget it. The stylists of domestic TV series have repeatedly argued with one braid after another. Although the pigtail braids in the late Qing Dynasty were ugly enough, they were also stronger than the purely barbarian-style money rat tail, even if it was just a little stronger.

If you are not free, you would rather die.

I love to keep my freedom. I am not Xiaofang, a girl from the village, and I don’t plan to keep my big braids. Why should I force me to keep the rat tail in the Qing Dynasty?

When he arrived in Fujian, he found a place to lurk and confirmed that Zheng Chenggong had returned to the army and drove away the Qing army that invaded the Zhongzuo Institute, he could go and serve.

Think about it, there should be no business this year. Next year, Zheng Chenggong has won three great victories, Qianshan and Xiaoyingling. He can make a fuss with his historical knowledge he had learned from his previous forums.

By the way, there is Shi Lang. I remember that guy seems to have been sent to the Qing Dynasty next year. If he operates well, he will hide General Shi Lang by the way, so as to save trouble for future generations and also have to film TV series for him specifically.

Chen Wen remembers that he had read this statement online that Zheng Chenggong had two opportunities to change Chinese history in his life. One was Li Dingguo attacking Guangdong, and the other was the Battle of Nanjing where everything went smoothly in the early stage and the instant explosion in the later stage.

In this case, Chen Wen felt that if he could play some role in this, so as to gain the trust of the Zheng Group and lead the army alone, he could embark on the development of Hainan Island or Taiwan, compile the Spanish formation, and establish the fast lane of modern cavalry.

By then, it would be nothing more than a little bit of a deal.

Thinking of this, Chen Wen threw the last small piece of dry food into his mouth and threw it on his sleeve. On a day left, he tightened his belt and drank more water, and he arrived soon.

Yes, it will be here soon.

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On the small path between the mountains, the guerrilla Wang Sheng of Xue'ao, Siming Mountain, rode a slow horse that was not much bigger than a mule.

Behind him, a team of ragged soldiers, either drooping their heads or dragging rusty bamboo guns to the ground, following the "mule" slowly as if they had lost a battle.

"What a fuck." Wang Sheng thought to himself.

Since the fall of Master Jiang, a large number of defeated soldiers, righteous troops, bandits, or nominal armed forces entered the Siming Mountain area. At that time, the Qing army was busy chasing, the Ming army was busy running, and no one had the energy to pay attention to the place. It was also at that time that Wang Sheng set up a village here.

Think about that time, as free as you can, you will be as free as you can. If you don’t have food, go to the surrounding mud legs to plunder; if you eat, you will bask in the sun in the village; if you are interested, go out to have a few girls to have fun.

Not long after, some civil servants from the Ming Dynasty began to try to manage this land. On the Siming Mountain, the trend seemed to have changed suddenly, either generals or generals or censors. The big guys seemed to be chasing Su's trend, and they transformed into officials of the Ming Dynasty. Wang Sheng followed the trend and joined the righteous army of Feng Jingdi, a famous scholar in the Donglin Fushe.

This time, the Qing Dynasty's Yan Zhaofu began to send envoys to guard the clerks of various mountain villages and islands in eastern Zhejiang. From then on, the honorary officials such as Wu Kai, Wu Kai, Yi'an Bo Gu Qixun, Shi Zhongfang, civil servants such as Lu Yicheng, Gao Shuxun, etc., all surrendered to the Qing Dynasty. As for the generals, generals, and deputy generals, there were countless.

During that time, Wang Sheng also had some thoughts. However, he was just a guerrilla general with a humble official position and only had more than 200 soldiers in his hands. He had no food or salary, and he could not get any fat even if he defected to him.

After thinking about it, he always felt that if he could make great contributions, such as tied up Shi Lang Feng to surrender to the Qing Dynasty. If that were the case, he might be able to become a real-power guerrilla general of the Qing Dynasty, even if he was a garrison, he would be much better than a nameless guerrilla general of the Ming Dynasty.

Unfortunately, in Feng Jingdi's army, in addition to his own subordinates, there were more than a thousand soldiers and other generals, which made him completely unsure of taking Feng Jingdi.

In May this year, the envoy of Yan Zhaofu went to Dalan Mountain and was killed by Wang Jingluo's left governor Huang Zhongdao. Since then, the Qing court seems not very concerned about the matter of revenge. This made Wang Sheng very worried. If the Qing court does not revenge, then it will probably be about to be suppressed, and there will be relatively little time for him to make a choice.

It was June, and it was the busy farming season. Wang Jingluo assigned Mr. Feng a task to inspect some areas, in order to prevent people from looting the people or making careful moves into the mountains and fields. Mr. Feng handed over part of this task to himself. According to the rules of the officialdom, he would continue to delegate the task until the grassroots officer. However, Feng Jingdi actually let his dignified guerrilla general do the work of the general, which was really too deceptive.

Along the way, let alone doing it in detail, even half of the riots and bandits could not be seen. It was normal to think about it. Since Wang Yi captured Shangyu twice last year and defeated the Qing army in Fenghua, all prefectures and counties near Siming Mountain did not even dare to go to the countryside. Except for the envoys who were not killed by the name of being a messenger, who had nothing to do to do so?

Even so, Wang Sheng still felt that the chance of the Qing Dynasty winning was higher. After all, the Ming army could only guard the mountainous areas in the entire Zhejiang, so it was still necessary to find a way to surrender to the Qing Dynasty to survive.

However, what made Wang Sheng feel strange these days was that the area he inspected was before Liu Dadao's defense area. Although he also saw some people from Dalanshan along the way, they were all Mao Jinggang's subordinates. Could it be that Wang Jinglei will take action again?

At this time, Wang Sheng had already heard the low complaints from the soldiers behind him. It was noon and it was really hard to continue walking. Then he turned his head and shouted loudly: "Come to the corner in front, there is a wood, we will rest there for an hour."

"The handsome man is wise."

"Xie Dashang."

"The general loves soldiers as much as his son."

The uneven flattering voices showed the same listlessness, which made Wang Sheng feel a little unhappy.

Forget it, in such a hot day, adults don’t remember villains. After two days, we will arrive at a place far away from Dalan Mountain. The right way is to find a little girl to have fun.
Chapter completed!