"Yibumen."

Wang Jian looked up at the three big characters above the city gate. This is one of the west gates of Changsha City.

There is an endless stream of cars and horses entering the city, and there are hundreds of boats ferrying across the Xiang River.

At the city gate, dozens of Ming soldiers were carefully checking everyone entering the city.

"My boss, there seems to be something going on in the city. Usually there are not so many people guarding the city gate, and these seem to be camp soldiers."

Ma Sanhe often dealt with the Ming army, so he was well-informed, and he could tell at a glance that those soldiers were not the guards of the city.

Wang Jian is a veteran, so he naturally noticed something strange.

Before crossing the Xiang River, he had asked his Mao Gourd soldiers to bury all their weapons on the other side.

Although it was hard to eat and sleep in the open along the way, fortunately they did not encounter the Qing army.

There were only some blind thieves who wanted to rob, but they were robbed cleanly by the skilled Mao Gourd soldiers.

Not to mention, the harvest is quite fruitful.

"Enter through the four gates, and then meet at this gate." In order not to cause misunderstanding among the defenders, Wang Jian ordered his subordinates.

Under Ma Sanhe's arrangement, the group was divided into four groups and entered separately from the four gates on the west side of Changsha City.

As they approached, the defenders led officers to stop them.

Mainly because there are more than 20 men protecting a mother and her son, which is really too eye-catching.

"Where are you coming from?" the officer asked suspiciously, and his soldiers gradually came closer.

"This military commander, we are fleeing from Shaanxi." Wang Jian answered truthfully.

"Shaanxi?" A wicked smile appeared on the officer's face.

Ma Sanhe noticed something was wrong and gently tugged on Wang Jian's clothes.

"Are you waiting for the spy sent by the traitor? Come on, take it!" The officer stepped back and drew his sword to call the soldiers forward.

Wang Jian was unmoved and looked at each other coldly.

At this moment, General Zhao Qi's widow stepped forward to stop him and said, "Master, wait a minute!"

The guard paused for a moment. When the officer saw the woman taking out a waistband, he ordered the soldiers to stop and cautiously stepped forward to check.

"Military Lord, Mr. Efu was the commander-in-chief of the Shaanxi Guards. He died in the battle. Tatars broke out in Shaanxi. The orphans and widows could not survive, so they sold their land and hired people to go south to join their relatives."

The officer looked at the badge with the general flag and was doubtful.

"Master Jun, how can there be a spy with orphans and widows?" Ma Sanhe said helpfully.

When the officer heard this, it seemed to make sense, but there was a big event in the city today, so he couldn't take it lightly.

So he ordered his soldiers to search everyone carefully. If no abnormality was found, they were released.

Ma Sanhe smiled and stuffed a few taels of silver into the officer and exchanged a few words before leaving to chase Wang Jian.

Entering the city, there is a wide main street with rows of houses on both sides. There is a constant flow of pedestrians on the street and it is very lively.

Wang Jian and others looked at the scene in front of them and were a little stunned for a moment.

Those furry gourd soldiers were even more stunned.

There are many commercial ports and huge crowds of people.

This is a sight they have never seen in Shaanxi.

"My dear, you're not dreaming."

"You're so stupid, you're just like a local dog entering the city."

The two young Mao Gourd soldiers were dazzled by the sight and murmured to themselves.

Shaanxi has suffered from successive wars, and most places have long been deserted.

Compared with the prosperity of Changsha, I am afraid that only Xi'an Fucheng can barely compare.

After a while, everyone gathered, some leading mules and horses, some pushing carts, some carrying baskets, and some carrying burdens.

In short, in order to enter the city, it can be said that the eight immortals crossed the sea and showed their magical powers.

"My boss, let's rest one night in Changsha City. Tomorrow we can head east, cross Jiangxi and enter Zhejiang."

"Let's find an inn and say we are a caravan from Shaanxi."

Ma Sanhe nodded in agreement, then quickly walked forward to find an inn.

Wang Jian and others walked slowly behind.

Along the way, there were many teams like them, which seemed like serious caravans.

It's just that people with big cars and small cars come and go with full loads, which makes them look a little shabby.

Just as everyone was moving forward, the crisp sound of gongs sounded.

The sound of horse hooves can be heard in the distance.

"Pedestrians give way! Pedestrians give way!"

Wang Jian and his men quickly pulled over.

I saw a few fast horses leading the way, followed by a brigade of officers and soldiers, who were on guard along the street.

Cleaning the street? Wang Jian squeezed in front of people and stretched his neck to see what was going on.

Not long after, the ceremonial flags came into view first, and several bearers were carrying a sedan in the street.

On both sides were officers and soldiers from the brigade.

The gong sounds seventeen times, and it can be said that it is unparalleled in the limelight.

"Hey, he is indeed a high official sent by the imperial court, what a grand ceremony!" Some people sighed.

"Yes, I heard that he is a minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. Do you know what kind of official this is?"

"I heard that the bookkeeper said that he is responsible for promotion. He is very powerful. How about calling him the Heavenly Official of the Ministry of Personnel."

Listening to the people talking in low voices, Wang Jian suddenly realized that someone big was coming. No wonder the city gates were so tightly checked.

"Fellow fellow, why did the imperial court send a high official to Changsha?" Wang Jian asked.

"You just came from out of town, right? Don't you know that Li Zicheng's 300,000 troops are stationed nearby? I guess the court is trying to recruit people." The common people looked at Wang Jian and whispered.

Wang Jian's eyes narrowed. Three hundred thousand troops?

"Well, I'm a businessman. I just came here and I don't know. Thank you, fellow man."

"Hey, it's hard to do business these days. There's no peace anywhere. But recently I heard that King Lu of Hangzhou changed his gender and actually fought off the Tatars. Recently, the rich are running to Hangzhou."

Hangzhou, King Lu oversees the country?

Wang Jian felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He only felt that his heart was getting hotter. He didn't know what was going on.

The sedan chair of a high-ranking official on the street passed by, followed by several waves of people riding their horses to follow.

The middle-aged man at the front is riding a white horse, wearing a scarlet robe, golden pheasant patchwork, and a red cloak. He has sword-shaped eyebrows and eyes, a short green beard, a sallow complexion, and an expression that seems a little unhappy.

I heard from the people around me that this person is He Tengjiao, the governor of Huguang.

Behind him were two civil servants, one of whom was as skinny as a stick and with a haggard face. His name was Zhang Kuang. He was a former Huguang official, and was now invited by He Tengjiao to serve as an aide to supervise Biaojun.

The other person is Du Yinxi, the deputy envoy of the Huguang Administrative Department and the admiral of academic affairs. He is dressed in a scarlet robe, embroidered with cloud and wild goose patches, and his face is as sharp as a knife or an axe, with sharp edges and corners.

Wang Jian looked over quietly and silently noted down the appearances of several people.

Because he heard people talking about it, saying that Zhang Jianjun and Du Xuezheng were both good officials. As for He Tengjiao, people seemed to be silent.

This made Wang Jian a little confused.

Soon, the soldiers who cleaned the street began to evacuate, and the market gradually returned to normal.

Wang Jian was about to leave and join Ma Sanhe, but when he turned around, he suddenly saw someone staring at him.

The man had a baggage on his shoulders, his hair was tied with a cloth band, and he was wearing a long gown with a round collar and wide sleeves. He had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and his scholarly style was mixed with some chivalrous style.
Chapter completed!