The 18th year of the Da Yong reign: The beginning of the story involves rescuing revolutionaries.

Wang Zhi boarded the carriage and sat cross-legged opposite Mr. Ning.

Just as Mr. Ning was about to speak, Chief Wang crossed his arms and spoke first: "The rebels in the north are powerful, especially the Cang Sheng Sect. The court is suppressing the rebellion, and the war is intense. How much is wheat per pound now?"

Ning Youyu looked surprised and replied, "Three silver dollars can buy a hundred catties."

"It's even cheaper than I expected."

"Sometimes it cost four or five silver dollars."

"Life is tough, it's not easy to survive." After Wang Zhi said those last words, Mr. Ning's attitude completely changed. He asked in confusion, "I never knew before that the organization had you, Chief Wang, as an inside agent in Liuzhou County."

If knowing that the poem might be a coincidence or an internal enemy, then knowing the cut mentioned earlier is undoubtedly one of our own.

Wang Zhi smiled mysteriously: "You're still young. People at my level can't even come into contact with you." After saying that, Wang Zhi glanced upwards.

"Ah." Ning Youyu was stunned at first, then nodded with a knowing look. Several names had already appeared in his mind. He then said, "But there is still one thing I don't understand. According to what I found out in Liuzhou County, the Daxing Gang doesn't seem to be a place for good men and women."

"It's just a necessary pretense, a way of playing along with the magistrate and compromising for the sake of appearances. People are easily deceived by appearances." Wang Zhi brushed it off, then quickly changed the subject: "Without further ado, we must leave under cover of night. Both the ferry crossing and the city gate are guarded by militia. With the methods you just used, it's unlikely you'll get away with it. Those soldiers will probably fire a couple of shots at the straw mats."

Upon hearing this, all three fell silent. They knew all too well that this was a risky move, but it was a last resort.

The guard on the left hurriedly said, "Does that mean we have no choice but to fight them?"

Wang Zhi glanced at the other person. He had already realized that this person was a martial artist of the Commoner Realm, but he seemed to be still injured and had a foreign gun at his waist. However, it was absolutely impossible for him to pass the test with such strength.

Wang Zhi calmly said, "This is the purpose of my visit. Without my help, you will not be able to escape this Liuzhou County tonight. Mr. Ning, please have the driver drive to the territory of my Daxing Gang."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two guards became wary and hesitant, but Ning Youyu raised his hand to stop them from speaking and immediately shouted to the driver, "Old Wang, drive the car to the Daxing Gang."

"Okay."

Before setting off, Wang Zhi instructed the driver, Lao Wang, to remove the lanterns. Now that there was no need for disguise, hanging white paper lanterns would be too conspicuous.

It wasn't far from here to the territory of the Daxing Gang. About ten minutes later, the carriage stopped at the side gate of the gang under Wang Zhi's instruction. The gang members guarding the gate saw that the gang leader was in the carriage and did not dare to say anything, so they let it pass. The driver continued to drive the carriage into the backyard.

In the quiet, deserted backyard, Wang Zhi left the driver there and led Mr. Ning and the other two towards the secret passage hidden in his gang's study.

That secret passage that leads directly to the Wang family manor is located at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain outside the city.

From the moment Wang Zhi decided to launder the Daxing Gang's money and bring them ashore, he had already planned how to get Mr. Ning and the other two out of the city.

Inside the secret passage, Mr. Ning noticed some unusual attire on the table, including black-rimmed glasses, but he didn't ask any questions. He quickly followed Wang Zhi, who was leading the way with a torch.

He didn't know how long they walked, but when he felt they were going higher and higher, Wang Zhi turned around and said, "Mr. Ning, we've arrived."

Wang Zhi pushed open the secret passage stone door above his head and jumped out first, followed closely by two guards who escorted Mr. Ning out of the tunnel.

Suddenly, the view opened up before me; this was also an elegant study.

Pushing open the door to the study, one is greeted by a spacious courtyard, clearly a rural estate.

Wang Zhi turned to look at Ning Youyu: "Mr. Ning, we've already left the city. Once we leave this courtyard, the vast Qingfeng Mountain lies behind us."

"Is that Qingfeng Mountain behind us?" the group exclaimed in surprise. One of the guards even took out a scroll from his robes and looked towards the distant mountains in the moonlight.

The group exchanged delighted glances: "Qingfeng Mountain is indeed a good choice."

Wang Zhi watched all this silently, especially the painting, and chuckled to himself.

He recognized it immediately; it was the route map of Qingfeng Mountain drawn by his father.

He has devoted himself to nature for many years and has thoroughly understood the situation of Qingfeng Mountain.

It turns out that he had secretly contacted the New China Association long ago.

How heartbroken the old man must have been when his son was secretly the leader of the Daxing Gang, committing crimes for the county magistrate, and ultimately dying at the hands of the Xinzhonghui.

Even he didn't know about this. The plot of "The Eighteenth Year of the Great Yong Dynasty" is complex, with countless characters, and he couldn't remember them all. Moreover, this was clearly a hidden plot that players hadn't discovered.

Fortunately, in this life, his son will not die like that.

Outside the manor, Wang Zhi escorted the three of them down the mountain, and with that, his business was considered complete.

Ning Youyu stepped forward and gave Wang Zhi a hug, then patted him on the back. After letting go, he was clearly filled with relief at surviving the ordeal, and didn't say a word.

Wang Zhi pointed to his face: "Mr. Ning, you've had a tough time." The pustules are still on his face after all this time; he's almost gotten used to seeing them.

After a night, Mr. Ning, unusually, revealed a hearty laugh: "A few pustules are just the sores of this Great Yong, which will be wiped away sooner or later." As he spoke, he wiped his face with his sleeve, not caring at all that it got dirty, and instead burst into laughter.

"Brother Wang, the journey ahead is long and arduous. You will be living in the shadows, surviving in the cracks between the officials of Dayong. It will be no easy task. Take good care of yourself. Until we meet again." Ning Youyu bowed deeply to Wang Zhi with utmost seriousness.

Wang Zhi helped him up, saying, "Until we meet again."

After watching the three men disappear into the darkness of the mountains, Wang Zhi turned back, following the secret passage of the manor back to the gang's territory. There were still six days left until the deadline set by the provincial government for apprehending the rebels.

Wang Zhi saw Old Wang, the coachman, still waiting there in the corridor outside the study. He still didn't ask who was behind this man, or who the New Central Society's inside agents in Liuzhou County were besides his father.

He had been reciting poems and composing couplets, and had been deliberately mysterious for a long time. In the end, he even had to ask others about this. Wouldn't that arouse suspicion?

It will surface sooner or later.

Tell the driver to find a room in the backyard to stay in, and to leave early the next morning. Instruct him not to tell anyone, no matter who, about what happened tonight. Even if someone asks, just say that the plan went smoothly and don't say anything else.

The person in front of him was someone even Mr. Ning trusted, so Old Wang readily agreed.

Having resolved a major issue, Wang Zhi still felt a heavy weight on his heart, because from this moment on, the course of history had been completely altered, and how the subsequent events would unfold was entirely unknown.

When the ten-day deadline arrives, the questions from the yamen are still manageable. At most, the magistrate will blame him, punish the Daxing Gang, scold him, and distance himself from him, but he won't be killed.

No one in the entire Liuzhou County could threaten him, a mere commoner. He was the true boss of Liuzhou County. There was no one who could even threaten Li Quanfu, an elite monster, nor even Zhou An, who was armed with a foreign gun.

It's true that his foreign gun can pierce the copper skin of a commoner, but only if he can hit it.

However, it was unknown who the provincial government sent to investigate was, what official they were, what their capabilities were, and whether they could uncover any clues.

With these thoughts in mind, Wang Zhi walked along the corridor to the central courtyard, where he saw a short figure peeking out of the house like a cat.