The most powerful patriarch in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 82 Yang Xuan's Night Attack
The two clans of Lu and Yang have been fighting for hundreds of years, and countless battles have been fought.

No one obeys anyone, accumulating a lot of old and new grudges,

The two tribes did not completely tear their skins apart, mainly because the place where they were located was near the sea, the Japanese pirates disappeared, and the pirates came again.

The relationship between lips and teeth is cold. When foreign enemies come, the two clans have a tacit understanding to put down their hatred and unanimously speak out.
Even in a battle, the two sides will face each other with gongs and drums, open swords and guns, open and aboveboard, and will not sneak attack in the middle of the night,

Those who win will not be wiped out, and those who lose will not be reported to the officials for a sneak attack.

When the ancestor died tragically, Yang Zhengbao came to pay homage alone, Lu Changle couldn't refuse, and the clan elders and heads of the houses didn't object either.
The relationship between the two races is very complicated.

Yang Zhengbao was infected with pimple plague, and he didn't know what happened to that violent woman.
Thinking of violent women, an astonishingly heroic and beautiful girl appeared in Lu Changle's mind,

Just thinking about it, Lu Changle quickly put these unrealistic thoughts behind him, climbed down the wooden ladder,

Talk to your second uncle about how to recruit talents,

In the past, eating was a problem, where there was spare money to recruit talents, and the wool of Fan's business was obtained, and a few meat tickets were obtained.

Now the conditions are ripe, rich and well-fed and well-known teachers, it's time to make a move.

The second uncle is of a high seniority, and he is the kind of person who is well-rounded. He knows a lot of people.

Find him for this matter, that's right.

When he was looking for his second uncle in the ancestral hall, Chen Qi happened to come back and had a discussion with him.
When it comes to talents, Lu Changle discovered that the second uncle has a special talent,

Which family has a good blacksmith, whose son has worked in the Armament Bureau, which relative is a craftsman in the Gunpowder Bureau, etc., the second uncle remembers everything clearly.
As if with a photographic memory, Lu Changle was taking notes on the sidelines, and almost didn't remember them.
Chen Qi soon had another task. In addition to inquiring about news, he also had to inquire about and recruit talents for Lu Changle.
When saying goodbye to Chen Qi, Lu Changle suddenly asked, "Uncle Qi, what's happening in Quanzhou?"

Chen Qi knew what Lu Changle was going to ask, shook his head and said, "I'll make people keep an eye on Zheng's mansion, there hasn't been much movement these two days."

Lu Changle clenched his fists and said, "I guess that scumbag Zheng Du survived. It's true that a good man doesn't live long, and the disaster will last a thousand years. It's okay, give me a chance to capture him alive."

Zheng Du is the second son of the Zheng family, if he dies, the Zheng family will definitely deal with his affairs.
There is no movement, which means that he is likely to survive and become the lucky one among the [-]%.

"It's not that we didn't report, it's just that the time hasn't come yet. Patriarch Lu can rest assured that he will be dealt with sooner or later, and their family will be dealt with. What a disaster they have made for Fujian." Chen Qi said angrily.

After Zheng Zhilong became the general soldier of Fujian, he placed all his cronies in important positions.
As soon as the epidemic came and Zheng Zhilong left, their pirate nature was immediately exposed. They did everything from extortion, burning, killing, and looting.

They are even more shameless than bandits and robbers. The people of Fujian hate them so much.

Chen Qi had also witnessed too many tragedies, so he didn't have the slightest affection for the Zheng family.

"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent, Uncle Qi, just wait," Lu Changle said confidently.

After Chen Qi left, Lu Changle did not go home, but stayed in a small wooden house outside the village.

The house left by my ancestors is located in the center of the village. I see many outsiders, so I should go back less often.
The plague is still very serious, and the activity area should be kept as small as possible to avoid cross-infection.

After a tiring day, Lu Changle lay down on the bed after washing up, and soon fell asleep.

In my sleep, I felt someone shaking me, and I woke up in a daze,
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful and familiar face. It wasn't the violent girl Yang Xuan, who was it?

There is also a seductive deodorant, which is very comfortable and smells good.

Is this day thinking, night dreaming?
Soon, Lu Changle realized that he was not dreaming, a sword with a cold light was resting on his neck.

Your sister, come again,
Last time it was Liu Ruolan from the Incense Sect, this time it was the violent girl Yang Xuan,
Is my neck so attractive?
"Miss Yang, what do you mean, I have something to say." Lu Changle said with a wry smile.

The boy Lu Changwei is on duty tonight, no matter how patrolling, the sword is hanging on the neck of the head of the family, and there is no one.

If you think about it carefully, you can't blame him entirely.

Violent women are still the kind with strong martial arts.

"Lu Changle, save people, let your people cross the river immediately to save my father and my Yang family members." Yang Xuan gritted his teeth and said.

Overnight, many people in the Yang family were infected with pimple plague, and my father had a fist-sized pimple on his neck.
Everyone was helpless, watching more than 100 lives lost,

It is a good thing that the Lu family on the other side of the river has found a cure for pimple plague and has a chance to survive.
The problem is that the Lu and Yang clans are incompatible. A few months ago, they fought big battles and participated in the arena of life and death.
It is related to the life and death of the whole clan, and the patriarchs are all infected.
Yang Zhengshu, head of the fourth house of the Yang family, braced himself and sent a few clansmen to discuss with Lu Jindong.
Money, food, and cotton cloth are all easy to handle. I hope that Lu Jindong will give Yang a hand because of his clothes and water.
Lu Jindong didn't refuse at all, he asked the patriarch and elders to nod, but the younger generation of the Lu family who were present refused to agree.

They drove everyone back, and threatened to punish the dog and not the one surnamed Yang.

Seeing that my father's illness is getting more and more serious, and the number of infected people in the clan is increasing,
Yang Xuan couldn't sit still any longer, raised his sword in the middle of the night and groped into Lu Changle's room.

In any case, the surname Lu must agree to save people.

Lu Changle's complexion changed, and he said quickly: "Miss Yang, your father is infected with pimple plague, and if you come to me, you are not afraid to pass it on to me. Are you looking for me to save someone, or to harm me?"

The Qingwen recipe and the blood pricking method only increase the chance of survival, but there are still deaths.

As the patriarch, it was hard to create a good situation, and his career was on the rise.

You can't fall down.

Yang Xuan explained: "My lady lives far away from my father. After knowing the disease, I kept a distance and took protection according to the epidemic prevention strategy. Before coming here, I specially took a shower and changed into new clothes. Don't worry, I can't pass it on to you."

Speaking of the latter, Yang Xuan's voice became more and more humble, and her pretty face became more blush,
It is obvious that he is kidnapping a shameless person to save someone, so why does it feel like he is having a private meeting with a lover in the middle of the night?

What I'm most afraid of is the sudden silence, and the atmosphere becomes inexplicably ambiguous.

"Talk, can you save people?" Yang Xuan came back to his senses and pressed down the sword in his hand.

Lu Changle felt a chill in his neck, and forced himself to say calmly: "Miss Yang, are you begging me or blackmailing me? No, you, Mrs. Yang, didn't you say that you are a descendant of the loyal Yang family general, and that you act in an open and aboveboard manner. How do you do it?" This vile deed came?"

The ancients valued faith and the clan's reputation more than their own lives, so Lu Changle moved out the loyal Yang family general without even thinking about it.

The loyal Yang family is the honor of the Yang family in Fuzhou, and it is also an invisible shackle for them.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, Lu Changle obviously felt the sword on his neck loosen.

Yang Xuan said with some confusion: "This lady is just asking for justice. Whenever you do something despicable, pointing a sword at you is just to let you speak well."

"Ask for justice? What justice?"

"The lump plague was caused by you, Lu family, and you are responsible for it."

"That's not right," Lu Changle retorted: "Until now, none of the Lu family has contracted the disease, and there is no such condition for wanting to infect it. Besides, before the opening of the medical shed, your Yang family has already closed the village, and people who seek medical treatment are also closed. Miss Yang, you are a descendant of the loyal Yang family, so you can't open your eyes and talk nonsense."

Before Yang Xuan could speak, Lu Changle continued: "Speaking of which, Miss Yang has to thank me. When you stopped my carriage that day, I reminded you that something was wrong. Don't run around. The Lu and Yang clans are deadly enemies. I don't care about past suspicions and remind me, why, now repay kindness with complaints?"

"Why didn't you just say that there was a pimple plague?" Yang Xuan gritted her teeth and asked.

Yang Xuan heard Lu Changle's reminder, and at the time thought he was mocking her as a woman, running around restlessly,
Who expected that there would be pimple plague in Fujian?

"At that time, I was just skeptical, not sure yet. Miss Yang, I'm not a doctor, nor a god." Lu Changle said eloquently.

Yang Xuan suddenly pressed the sword down, and said with a cold face: "Don't talk about it, it's useless, tell me, can you save people?"

The pimple plague is terrible. After a while, I don't know how many people in the tribe were infected, and I don't know how many people in the tribe died tragically.

Dad's condition is getting worse and worse, and he can't afford it anymore.

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　Happy weekend, handsome girls~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)