Next, everyone's guess was even more affirmed. After dinner, Mr. Yang took everyone shopping and bought Qian Sanniang a bracelet and a hairpin.

Qian Sanniang was happy, and everyone's eyes became different when they saw her. Mr. Yang had not yet got married. Could it be that Sanniang would become the mistress?

The next day, everyone left Suqian County and prepared to go north to see the two places of Dongwu Mountain and Liujiazhuang Inspection Office, and then turn west from there back to Pizhou.

In order to facilitate the escorts to rush, everyone changed their felt hats and cloaks, and they naturally brought their hand guns and firearms. Yang He's clothes were also dried, and he changed his soft-legged head, narrow-sleeved blue shirt, and inner gun holster was also placed on the left side of the belt, and the handle of the gun was facing the right.

Suqian goes north to Tongjing Avenue, with Liuhuai everywhere, and the avenue is spacious, so it is still very comfortable to walk.

Soon everyone passed Santai Mountain. This mountain was twenty miles away from the county town. The three peaks were towering and were like pearls. It was one of the main mountains of the county. The official road passed from the west of the mountain. From a distance, it looked large in size and a sea of ​​flowers.

About eight miles west of this mountain is the vast Luoma Lake, with green mountains and green trees, and many trees. There are quite a few wealthy officials and gentry building gardens here.

Walking north again, almost twenty miles away, everyone arrived at a place called Zhangshan. The official road passed from the east of the mountain and about two or three miles west, which was the water of Luoma Lake.

Later generations were the Xinyi River. There was also a control gate at the lake outlet by Zhangshan Mountain. Of course, there was no sign at this time. It was all in the mid-twentieth century. Construction started in 1949 and was completed in 1953.

Yang He stopped here, and he rode his horse to Zhangshan. At the foot of the mountain was the vast Luoma Lake. Looking out from a distance, the misty waves were vast.

Later generations, Luoma Lake had an area of ​​almost 400 square kilometers, and it was even larger at this time, with an estimated 500 and 600 square kilometers.

Overall, due to the influence of the north and south, the "800-mile Maling Mountain", the east bank of the lake is relatively high, forming a natural remote embankment. The lake water rises again in spring and summer, and it has little impact on the residents on the east bank, but it has a great impact on the Yellow River and canal to the west.

Therefore, government officials in all dynasties always wanted to open a flood drainage channel from the east of the lake. At this time, Shi Kefa's "Blocking the Horse River" project was one, and the Xinyi River in later generations was also one.

"How about building a wharf here?" Yang He pondered at the vast lake.

Qian Sanniang, Chen Qiuao and others couldn't tell me about Zi Chou Yin Mao, but Hu Juye flattered and said: "Mr. Yang Xianggong has a good idea. The terrain here is high, and the pier will not be flooded by the lake. This is also close to the official road, two or three miles away, you will be there after walking for a while."

He even said: "We have the advantage in particular. There is Hahu Lake next to the Jicheng, and there is also a wharf next to the lake. There is also a few miles east of Lake Man Lake. The two lakes are connected, from west to east, and there is a river channel that directly leads to the Zhihe River, and then enters Luoma Lake from Majiakou. Because the river is injected with the river, Wuhe and Yihe Rivers, the water volume of this river is quite large, and most of the time it can be used for small ships."

He finally said, "If you walk from Chamchengji Wharf, pass through some rivers and lakes, and finally cross Luoma Lake to get here, there is only about a hundred miles of water."

Yang He smiled and said, "It's not bad. It seems that the terrain and water conservancy of at least the two counties in this prefecture and two counties are still well collected."

Hu Juye's face was filled with joy, and he grinned and said, "This is the advantage of someone named Hu, who is loyal. When Yang Gong sent a letter, the intelligence agency wanted to collect the humanities and landforms from all over the country, and his subordinates should do their best."

Everyone was laughing, Qian Sanniang also pursed her lips, and there was a smile at the corner of her eyes. She couldn't help but look at Yang He. Li Ruwan looked at Hu Juye and said, "Why does it feel like she is memorizing? Who did this? Then you memorize it?"

Hu Juye was too lazy to pay attention to her, so he only introduced Yang He attentively, saying that this was the Jing Avenue from North to South, and that if a wharf was built here, the profit would definitely be very generous.

Twenty miles east is Shaodian Town, and not far east is Muyang County. You can also go to Haizhou.

A dock can reap the benefits of several places, and maybe a town can be built here in the future.

Yang He nodded slightly. In fact, if he built a wharf market, his use would not be just this.

Soon he went down to Zhangshan and walked northwest along the lake shore to see if there was any more suitable place.

Later generations belonged to Xinyi City, but at this time they all belonged to Suqian territory and were part of Anren Township, Suqian County and Beiren Township.

Going north all the way to Yanghe, the northeast of Suqian is indeed much better than Suining. It is not threatened by the Yellow River flood. The terrain here is high and it is not afraid of the flooding of Luoma Lake.

There are not many big bandits, unlike Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong and others who came and went there, except for Li Qingshan and others who have rebelled in the past two years. Therefore, there are more people here, especially in small villages.

When you walk on Shangshun Guan Road in Yanghe, you can see a village from time to time. Unlike those in Suining, small villages are almost extinct.

However, because there are many local bandits, Shandong is particularly famous for its roaring horses. It comes and goes like the wind. There are walls built around the villages where it passes.

Apart from some large caravans on the official road, there are almost no ordinary people, and they are afraid of encountering bandits robbers and kidnaps.

All villages and villages are becoming increasingly closed. They lock themselves in the villages all day long. The people farm and plant some fields close to the villages. Few dare to go far, for fear of encountering bandits.

Especially the protection of small cubes is poor. The more small cubes are given up, the people gather in the larger cubes according to their surnames and clans, and the original building fields are naturally abandoned.

There are also floods here, such as Shuhe River floods every year. After the flood, there are droughts and locust plagues. Therefore, although the people here are better than Suining, they are not much better. Yanghe saw fields everywhere abandoned and weeds growing.

He walked along the lake, and the overall terrain was much higher than that of the lake. There were continuous reeds and pussycats by the lake, and there were large meadows. From time to time, you could see some lakes that were quite fertile.

However, in theory, these lakes and fields are strictly prohibited from being reclaimed, for fear of destroying the wetlands, and for farmers to grab water, which will cause insufficient water flow during the canal transportation.

Sometimes you can see some fishermen, all of whom live on boats, and they have to pay taxes on the rivers. Luoma Lake is a freshwater lake, and locally produced silverfish and shrimp are quite famous.

Looking northeast, you can see Dongwu Mountain vaguely. There are many villages and villages to the west and south of the mountain.

After looking at Yang Heshun Lake for a while, the overall feeling was that the place was still good. Looking at the puffs and woods ahead, there were some abandoned reed houses. The lake was covered with reed marshes and it was not easy to walk, so he planned to drive his horse back.

Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from the woods ahead: "Where has that guy gone?"

"...I can't be wrong when I see him running here."

"Search carefully..."

Suddenly, a group of people came out of the forest, dressed up, or were short-brown turbans, wrapped in folded scarves, and wore knee-length robes. Or simply opened their chests and exposed their arms, and were covered in thick and generous faces.

But they all carry weapons, either big swords or short axes, and some even hold bows and arrows.

There were about thirty people in front of them, all of them were quite strong, and some even had a fierce look on their faces, and it was obvious that there was more than one person on hand.

Everyone was shocked when they met. Yang He was immediately on guard. Qian Sanniang stepped forward and squeezed Hu Juye aside, and rode her horse vigilantly on the left side of Yang He.

"Salt Owl?" Hu Juye was stunned. He held his horse and was about to ask, but someone on the other side shouted: "Who are you? But are you waiting to hide the private salt dealer?"

The people on the opposite side glared at each other, each full of murderous intent. Even if everyone rides a horse here, they are not afraid, and they all look extremely arrogant.

Hu Juye is an old man, and knows that he must not be weak at this time, he shouted angrily: "Don't you know who is here in a certain family? This is Lord Yang, the general general of Pizhou, and the village soldiers here will take care of him in the future. You grass-roots people, when they see Shangguan, don't you come over and kneel down?"

The people on the opposite side looked a little serious. Pizhou General Manager is a seventh-rank official, especially "Mr. Yang".

But that's all. The Yan Xiao's subordinates on the opposite side did not show any fear. A man even spat: "Mr. Lian, what a fuck?"

He seemed to be the leader of these people, strong and burly, wrapped in a headscarf, wearing a green robe, cowhide boots, with big scars on both cheeks, and even on his forehead, holding a heavy machete in his hand.

A somewhat gloomy man stood beside him, and the two archers behind him had slowly opened their bows.

"Do you know who my master is?" The leading man looked at everyone who showed an angry look, with a very disdainful expression. Even the people behind him were snorting coldly, as if Yang He was not as good as those of them.

"A mere seventh-rank young master, sesame and mung bean official, compared with my master, that's..."

The man shouted loudly, staring at him, and was about to report his backstage.

"Swish!" Yang He suddenly pulled out his hand gun.

"Bang!" He fired a gun at the man.

In the smoke of gunpowder, the man flew up.

He flew into the air, his eyes full of incredible expressions.

"Boom!" His heavy body fell to the ground, and the blood hole in his chest gushed with blood, and it oxidized and turned black in a blink of an eye.

He felt the scorching pain at the shot, and heart-wrenching pain surged into his heart, and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Bang!" Qian Sanniang then pulled out her hand gun and fired a gun at the gloomy man.

With a loud bang, the man flew out like a rush. The ten-mm caliber gun was powerful and Xin'anzhuang's new gunpowder was also available. The man flew up high and fell heavily, and the gushing blood spilled all over the sky and the ground.

When he fell to the ground, he looked unbelievable.

Then the pain of the gun hit him made him cry like a woman.

"Bang! Bang!" Qian Sanniang's left hand brushed the hammer twice. In the smoke of fire and gunpowder, bleeding mist appeared on the two men holding bows and arrows, and they rolled out like that.

Li Ruwan also fired a gun, and a dumb man soared into the air and threw it backwards, then crushed a man with a knife behind him to the ground. The two rolled into a ball, throwing the swords and axes in their hands away from a distance.

"Ah!" At this time, the salt owls on the opposite side woke up and screamed.

"Bang!" Qian Sanniang fired another gun, and a figure flew up from the white smoke, and blood mist was pouring on the opposite side.

However, Qian Sanniang pulled out the pistol on the right side of her waist with her left hand, knocked over another person on the other side, and then turned the pistol with her right hand and stuffed it into the holster on the left.

At this time, the sound of guns came one after another. Li Ruwan, Uncle Wan, Tan Ge'er and others fired the guns one after another. The Yan Xiao men on the opposite side were caught off guard and screamed and were knocked to the ground one by one.

"Bang!" Yang He fired another shot, and a man who turned around and fled, bleeding mist emanated from behind, and he rushed forward.

In a blink of an eye, most of the people on the other side were killed and injured, and the rest were screaming, either fleeing into the forest or running away elsewhere.

Qian Sanniang, Li Ruwan and others chased after him, holding handguns and winged tiger guns, Chen Qiuao was still by Yang He, keeping his weapons on guard, Hu went to work and finishing the job.

The mouth of the gun barrel in his hand was still emitting light smoke. The smell of blood came to his nose in the sun. The blood on the corpse was covered with blood. Flies from somewhere had already "buzzed" and covered the blood marks on the corpse, which seemed to make people vomit.

Yang He held the pistol with a blank expression on his face. He was just listening to the movements around him.

Soon Qian Sanniang and others came back and reported: "The thieves are all killed."

Yang He nodded, looked at the continuous reed marshals by the lake for a while, and flexibly turned the pistol in his hand and inserted it into the holster on the left.

He shouted, "Go!"

As soon as the reins were lifted, the war horse neighed with a "sighing lotus" and raised its front hooves, then "stepped" away.

Everyone followed, and soon the flying cloak disappeared into the weeds.

After a long time, two people's heads rose from a reed.

They are all very young, in their twenties, but they have a very windy and frosty face and a shrewd and steady expression, as if they are used to being around the world.

The other person also has a tough face, but he has the literary spirit of a scholar.

Looking at the corpses on the lake shore not far away, all of which were covered with blood, all of which were dark brown in the sun, he exclaimed: "Who are they so strong? What kind of firearms are they? They can use no fuses, but can they still be fired?"

Another man pondered: "Mr. Lian...is it?"

He said to the somewhat elegant young man beside him: "Brother Xu, thanks to you this time, otherwise I don't know if I can escape the pursuit of these big salt merchants."
To be continued...