Outside Xiangyang City, the prefect of Xiangyang County, Wu Qun personally led more than 500 county soldiers to surround the Nanhan Shipeng. This is a large ship with nearly a thousand cargo ships, controlling nearly half of the Han River cargo transportation. Wu Qun has obtained the exact news that this ship is the stronghold of the Nanhuahui Association in Xiangyang County.

Since Wu Qun reported the memorial of the South China Association to the South China Association was rejected by the court for insufficient evidence, he collected evidence from the South China Association like crazy. His hard work pays off. Wu Qun captured a member of the South China Association. This person could not resist torture and confessed that the Nanhan ship was the stronghold of the South China Association in Xiangyang.

Wu Qun was extremely excited at this time. He received a report from the spy that there might be a big figure from the South China Association in the ship, so he immediately led the county soldiers to arrest him.

"Roar in! Arrest everyone and collect documents and letters!"

Dozens of county soldiers hugged the giant tree and hit the door. With several rumbling sounds, the gate was knocked open, and five hundred county soldiers rushed in...

There is indeed a great figure in the ship's ship, Xiao Xian, the leader of the Nanhua Society. In the past two years, the Nanhua Society has developed rapidly, from county officials and soldiers to soldiers and vendors, it has more than 100,000 congregations. As the world's chaos arose, Xiao Xian also realized that the time for the uprising was about to ripe. Since this year, he has basically been running around, raising money and food, and accumulating strength.

He happened to be in Xiangyang County these days, but unexpectedly he was betrayed. At this time, he could hear the door being hit and 'dong!', and the sound was loud. Xiao Xian and several followers quickly sprinkled with tinder oil in the room. The room was filled with various letters and documents. He could not take it away, so he could only burn it with a fire.

At this time, there was a loud bang from the ground, and the door was knocked open. A follower said anxiously: "Master, let's go!"

Xiao Xian nodded, and he walked to the corner of the house and lifted up an iron plate. Below it was a dark stone staircase. This was a secret passage for the boat. It was about a hundred steps long and went straight to the dock. There was such a secret passage for escape at every stronghold in the Nanhua Society.

Xiao Xian walked into the secret passage and the last follower lit the tincture on the ground. He quickly entered the secret passage and covered the iron plate above his head. The fire in the room spread rapidly, thick smoke rolled, and the fire was fierce, and in a moment he swallowed the entire room.

In less than half an hour, the county soldiers all escaped from the boat in a mess. They found nothing except to capture more than a dozen mates, and even the shopkeeper did not know where to go. At this time, the fire had swallowed the entire boat, and thick smoke filled the sky. The prefect Wu Qun was so angry that he stamped his feet and scolded the county soldiers for being incompetent.

On a boat on the Han River in the distance, Xiao Xian looked at the thick smoke with his hands behind his back as he looked at the sky with complex expressions. Xiangyang County is an important area of ​​the Nanhua Society, and there are nearly 20,000 people in the congregation alone. If something happens to Xiangyang County, this will affect his entire plan.

At this time, Xiao Ti, the manager of the ship next to him, also the branch leader of Xiangyang County, advised him: "The leader, now the world is in chaos, and even Yuan and Yang Xuangan have rebelled. Can we also consider rebelling?"

"No!"

Xiao Xian shook his head without hesitation: "The time is not yet ripe, the Sui army is still strong, with unified command by the central court, we are not ordinary rioters, if we rebel, we will inevitably be valued by the Emperor of Sui. If we send a large army to attack and destroy us, we still need to endure and wait."

"But, the situation in Xiangyang is not good - the government is pursuing Beiyi and is worried that something will happen in Xiangyang County when pursuing Beiyi.

Xiao Xian sneered with his hands behind his back, "Don't worry! The matter in Xiangyang County will be left unresolved."

After a whole day of busyness, when night fell, the prefect Wu Qun returned to his home exhausted. The prefect Wu Qun's home was not far from the county government office. It was an official house covering an area of ​​nearly ten acres, living with Wu Qun, his wives, concubines and several children.

"Master, where are you?" As soon as he entered the mansion, his wife asked him.

Wu Qun's eldest son is Wu Zhuo. He is eighteen years old this year and is studying in the official school. Wu Qun was stunned and asked strangely: "How do I know where he is? Isn't he in the official school?"

"Master, didn't you send someone to the county government to help organize the documents in the afternoon?"

Wu Qun's face turned pale and he took two steps back. He almost didn't stand firm and held the door.

"Master, what's wrong? Is something wrong?" His wife also felt something was wrong and panicked.

At this moment, a servant ran in panic, "Master, the young master was taken away by a carriage, and the gentleman was knocked unconscious to the ground."

Wu Qun's third son Wu Han was only seven years old. He followed Zhang Jie, a famous scholar in Xiangyang City, to send him back every morning and evening. Wu Qun heard that his youngest son was also taken away, and he couldn't help but feel dizzy.

"Master! Master!" The prefect's mansion was in chaos.

The next morning, more than a dozen friends on the Nanhan ship were released. The prefect Wu Qun ordered the county soldiers to return to the camp. Xiangyang County's investigation into the Nanhua Association suddenly stopped. Everything seemed to have not happened. A month later, the prefect Wu Qun's youngest son returned home, but the eldest son had no news.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in Taiyuan is also drizzling. Under the night sky, the sky is dark, and the rain and mist are filled with the fields. In the gray rain and mist, a team of cavalry came to Jinyang Gongcang City north of Taiyuan City. Pei Ji, the supervisor of Jinyang Palace, who had been waiting at the gate, came up and smiled and said, "I have been waiting for the envoy for a long time."

The person who was on the horse was Li Yuan, the left-behind Taiyuan. He was awarded the title of Zijin Guanglu Dafu and the General of the Right Guard for his contribution to the killing of Yuan Shangwu. He was a high-ranking general. When he was the prefect of Loufan County, he had a very good relationship with Pei Ji, who was the Sima of Dingxiang County at that time. Pei Ji was recommended by his old boss Zhou Fashang and was replaced by the Jinyang Palace Supervisor. The two became officials in the same place and their friendship became increasingly deep.

Tonight, Li Yuan was invited by Pei Ji to visit Jinyang Gongcang City on a rainy night.

Li Yuan turned over and dismounted and bowed back to his gift, "Pei Gongguan, there is no problem tonight!"

"It's okay! It's my person on duty tonight, so I can rest assured."

Pei Ji bowed to Li Jiancheng and Zi Shimin who were following Li Yuan again, "The two men are here too."

Li Jiancheng and Li Shimin bowed and bowed together, "I'll bother Uncle Shi tonight."

Pei Ji smiled, "Everyone come with me!"

Everyone put their horses at the door and followed Pei Ji to the warehouse city. Under the night sky, huge warehouses stood in the rain and fog.

Everyone walked into a grain warehouse, and the piles of grain made everyone amazed, but Pei Ji stroked his beard and smiled: "In fact, there are only 20,000 stones of grain here, and there are thirty such warehouses in the warehouse city."

Li Shimin asked, "To put it this way, there are a total of 600,000 stones of grain stored in Cangcheng. Have you always kept so much?"

Pei Ji shook his head, "In fact, Cangcheng can accommodate up to one million stones of grain, usually storing 500,000 stones, but because of the Battle of Goryeo, most of them were transported to Zhuo County, and now Cangcheng only has 100,000 stones."
Chapter completed!