Pingfeng Village, this legendary place and the starting point of all stories, is now dead in a sense.

After Zhou Tong decided to go down the mountain to rebel, he began to liquidate his assets. Including the villagers of Hengtang Village at the foot of the mountain, all the old and weak were sent away. These people were first divided into Tangzhuang and Moyunguan, and finally most of them

They were all sent to be resettled by officers.

After the old and weak were sent away, the last group of young and strong people who stayed behind followed the instructions and handed over Pingfengzhai and Hengtang Village to the local squire Hu. By this time, Zhou Tong had already taken the leading position in the Hangzhou Beggar Gang.

After Hu Xiangshen learned the news, he did not refuse the payment - he knew that his mountain products would be sold on Zhou Tong's land in the future.

This liquidation method of killing the goose and taking the eggs has effectively changed the dilemma of insufficient manpower of the time-traveling forces in the early stage. The manpower of Pingfeng Mountain is either at the Beggars Town, Moyunguan Town, or Dayuan Town. In short, brothers

All very powerful.

After Huang Zhicheng won the election, he was in urgent need of someone of his own. It was under such circumstances that Zhao Wutian was selected and served as Mr. Huang's liaison officer.

Zhao Wutian, who has a steady personality and behaves appropriately, changed his name to Zhao Liu after a few days of emergency training in Tangzhuang, and went to Huangzhai to take up a position as a superintendent, responsible for internal and external intrigues.

...

So when Master Huang asked to hand over those people who came to fight against the autumn wind to Manager Zhao, Butler Wu agreed without blinking an eyelid. He knew that Manager Zhao, who seemed a bit indifferent, was actually a confidant of the Master.

The Taizhou mud-legged man who came to seek shelter was handed over to Manager Zhao and was never heard from again... This shows what kind of errands this guy does outside on weekdays.

...

After Mr. Huang finished instructing the autumn wind, he asked again: "How is the repair of that shop?"

"Oh, it's 80% completed. It should be ready in a few days."

"Well, then send someone to Du Xing's house tomorrow to post a message and make an appointment."

"I understand, sir."

"What else is going on today?"

"Ahem... Well, Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Yan came here again. They made a lot of noise and refused to leave until they saw the master. They rewarded me with two handfuls of money before they were beaten away."

"Oh..." Mr. Huang rolled his eyes when he heard this.

The mothers-in-law came here to talk to each other.

Mr. Huang's first wife died early, but now he has become a civil servant, and his family fortune has swelled like pig urine. Overnight, Mr. Huang has become a hot commodity.

The dream of being promoted to an official position and having your wife killed is the highest state of dreams. This does not distinguish between dynasties, even in later generations. Mr. Huang is now the living version of the "Ming Dynasty Dream" and a role model for Ming Dynasty men.

So since I won the election, matchmakers have been flocking to me.

However, Mr. Huang doesn't want to renew his relationship. Without it, there will be too many girls.

If you were any time traveler, you probably wouldn't want to continue your relationship. Think about it, there are young girls in the 16s and 17s sleeping with you every night, and you can change them, and they will not be jealous or refuse various positions.

It's okay to have more people, but they all want to give you a monkey...

Mr. Huang, who has traveled through time in later generations, truly feels that life now is ten thousand times better than before time travel. He doesn’t want to find some big lady to take charge of the back house. Isn’t it good to be so debauched and extravagant now...

However, reality does not allow it.

If a new imperial examination candidate does not continue his marriage, it is okay at first, but over time, he will be classified as an "extraterrestrial" by the scholar-bureaucrat class. This is inconsistent with Huang Zhicheng's personality. He needs to use the appearance of an elite scholar-official to integrate into the Jiangnan gentry circle.

A person who does not even have a legal wife at home will attract unnecessary comments and negative comments.

The officials would not agree either.

In the previous discussion about the continuation of the string, several opinions had been given in the secret letter from the main office.

Article 1: A wife must be married.

Article 2: It is not recommended to deal with high-ranking officials, as they may not necessarily like a successful candidate. Even if you get married, there is a high probability that she will be a concubine, which will not be of much benefit. If the king's master lands in the future and these reactionaries resist, it will be worse.

Sitting on La.

Article 3: It is best not to marry anyone with small feet. The current political trend among high-ranking officials is that all political parties must resolutely ban small feet. Friendly reminder: You are already very jealous, so don’t cause trouble for yourself.

...Okay, after these few rules are drawn, the choice of Mr. Huang's future wife is already very small. It will definitely be the daughter of a small or medium-sized official's family, and it can't be someone with small feet. This is a bit difficult, but

The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, so you can always find them.

"Looks like we have to make a decision." Mr. Huang, who has been subconsciously not taking the initiative on this matter, finally realized today that he can't put it off anymore - creatures like matchmakers will not give up until they achieve their goals. They have been making trouble for half a year.

, it will have bad influence if we continue to make noise.

"Let them prepare tomorrow and see you when I come back from having tea." Once Huang Zhicheng had thought clearly, he would no longer be sloppy.

"Yes." Butler Wu bowed his head in response. At this moment, the fat on his face couldn't help but twitch slightly: he knew that from this moment on, the countdown to the hostess's entry into the house had begun.

After beating away the housekeeper, Mr. Huang sat in a chair and thought quietly for a while, and then began to have dinner with the maid serving him. After the meal, Mr. Huang insisted on reading for a while - the Four Books and Five Classics were homework that he had to make up for before traveling through time.

His foundation in ancient Chinese writing was definitely not enough, so he had been studying for the past six months. Otherwise, if one day the ancients made a joke, it would be embarrassing if he couldn't catch it.

Shaking his head and shaking his head, Mr. Huang's spirit of living and learning immediately moved the girls who came to add fragrance to his red sleeves. He bluntly said that studying hard is harmful to the body, and he still needs to pay attention to the balance between work and rest.

Mr. Huang followed his good deeds, so he lit cold incense and warm incense to accompany the two maids, and blew the lamp to replenish his vitality...

...

After one night, a new day began for the scholar-bureaucrats of the Ming Dynasty.

Mr. Huang got up early and had a meal. He studied classics and history for a while. When he saw that it was late in the morning, he got up and changed his clothes. He took the slave chief and his young servant and went out. Mr. Huang did not get up from the sedan chair today, but walked to the carriage.

, after leaving the house, leisurely and leisurely, headed eastward.

Coming out of Guliu Lane is Shiban Street. After exiting the street, there is a lively vegetable market going forward. This vegetable market is not large in scale, and its main function is to deliver high-end vegetables to nearby wealthy families, so it usually does not

There will be some beheading shows that are popular to watch.

The group of people walked a short distance until they reached an alley not far from Caishikou and turned in. There was a teahouse called "Xigaotang" in the alley, where Mr. Huang usually drank tea.

The teahouse "Xigaotang" was opened at the same time as Huangfu. Originally, this place was a herbal medicine shop called Hetai Tang. Since the shop did not face the street, although it was not far from the vegetable market, the business was always mediocre; later I met a teahouse.

The shopkeeper came to buy the goods with money, and the owner followed suit and sold the shop.

After Mr. Huang entered the door, the teahouse shopkeeper greeted him with a smile. In fact, this shopkeeper was an old acquaintance with Chairman Cao: his surname was Lu, and his name was Lu Daodao. He was originally a wandering Taoist priest, and later joined Pingfeng Village, and everyone called him

His tent.

Nowadays, Lu Zhangfang has a Taoist priest who has come down from the mountain to become the shopkeeper of a teahouse, which is quite impressive. When he saw Mr. Huang enter the door, he greeted him to the second floor attentively, and asked the waiter to serve tea and snacks to the companions sitting downstairs.

Mr. Huang and Shopkeeper Lu are now old acquaintances. They went up to the second floor and came to the fixed tea room where Mr. Huang usually drank tea. This private room was specially decorated, and the plywood walls were covered with different materials.

The partition wall has no ears.

When Mr. Huang opened the box door, there was already a monk sitting inside, a monk in green robes.

As for the monk, he has big ears and a short and fat figure, much like the monk who holds the spoon in Xiangji Kitchen.

After Mr. Huang entered the box, he sat directly on the chair as if he didn't even see the monk. At this time, Lu Wenwen gently closed the door.

While the monk was pouring tea for Mr. Huang, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket and handed it over.

"You should read the latest instructions first. We have already read them."

Huang Zhicheng took the phone smoothly, entered a string of public passwords, and then retrieved several documents from his own exclusive folder.

When he saw that the recipient of the document was the code name "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism", he couldn't help but feel a little excited - Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism were the code names for the trio at Hangzhou Station. Usually, the appearance of such documents meant that the three of them were needed.

Great things need to be accomplished by working together.

At this moment, after a few rhythmic knocks on the box door, the owner of Tangzhuang, Haishang Xiongdao, also walked in slowly.

Confucianism is Huang Zhicheng himself. Buddhism is the monk in front of him, the head of the Hangzhou station. Tao is the owner of Tangzhuang, Xiong Dao. The combination of "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism" is the only three time travelers of a certain force in Hangzhou.

, they shoulder the important mission of maintaining the operation of Hangzhou Station.

...

The monk's surname is Lu, and his name is Lu Cheng. Before time travel, this person was working underground - selling pirated discs, self-made Chinese, self-brewed Maotai, Kang Shuaifu, Laorou... In short, I will sell whoever is popular.

Whoever has a big reputation will be sold.

In those passionate years, Comrade Lu Cheng accumulated rich underground work experience while fighting with various departments such as industrial, commercial, taxation, quality inspection, health, firefighting, culture, tobacco monopoly and anti-counterfeiting, and formed a strong fighting collective.

, In an extremely complex market environment where the situation between the enemy and ourselves is extremely complex, Comrade Lu Cheng relied on his strong underground network to fight without dying, and even without deadlock, which became a legend in the industry.

Of course, the glory has become a thing of the past, and now Comrade Lu Cheng has come to a new fighting position.

Not counting Huang Zhicheng's exclusive customized version, Lu Cheng and Xiong Dao were both spy war emperors who stayed at the Hangzhou station based on their abilities before traveling through the major armies to sail.

When selecting personnel, in addition to his yearning for espionage work, Lu Cheng's rich experience in organizing underground networks and his short stature were also key factors in his ability to become the webmaster of Hangzhou Station - being able to run a network in later generations.

The short, fat guy from the underground copycat sales network was definitely capable of being a webmaster in Hangzhou in the extremely slow-paced 17th century.
Chapter completed!