Suzhou Prefecture, Pingwang Post Office.

This place is located in Pingwang Township.

It is the last stop of the Southeast Yilu Road in Zhili in Zhili.

Going further southeast, you will enter Jiaxing Prefecture in Zhejiang, connecting to Xishui Post.

But between Suzhou Prefecture and Songjiang Prefecture, there are only official roads but no inns.

Therefore, if you want to set out from Yingtian City and go to Songjiang Prefecture and miss the time, it would be much more comfortable to turn from Pingwang Post to Songjiang Prefecture than to go to Songjiang Prefecture from Gusu Post.

Although you may take dozens of miles of detours, at least there are places to eat, stay and rest on the road.

On the official road of the post road.

Several old and thin war horses were at an even speed, and a burst of dust was raised behind them.

A total of six horses.

On the horse's back, all six people were wearing strong clothes and their mouths were stuffed with gauze scarves to prevent dust.

On the side of the horse, there is a small three-foot-long wooden box fixed under the saddle.

At this time, the sun is setting and it is getting late.

The officials and soldiers on the official road and the merchants were all stepping up their pace to rush the road, hoping to get to Pingwangyi, which is only one mile ahead, and have a good rest for a night so as to continue tomorrow's journey.

The six-horse fighters on horses were seen as proficient in imperial skills and manipulated the old horse to flexibly shuttle the official roads on the post road.

Soon, six horses stopped at Pingwang Station, which was built in front of a bamboo forest.

Pingwang Post is an official post station, and its function is naturally to serve the officials of the court.

The six horses arrived in front of the post station and turned over and dismounted to the same side.

Such movements naturally attracted the people in Pingwangyi to come over.

"Everyone, this is a peaceful..." The postman had just walked out and was about to explain.

The postman saw that these six people were not like ordinary people, so he was a little low-key, for fear of offending some powerful person.

However, before he finished speaking, among the six people, one behind the leader, walked up to him, took out a sign from his arms, and shone it in front of the postman.

The postman's face changed and was about to kneel down and bow, but the man whispered: "We must not disclose our identity. If there is any mistake, kill us!"

These words scared the postman so much that he was frightened. When the person in front of him had already put away the scary sign, he let out a long sigh of silent breath.

The postman's expression also changed into a diligent look, bent over and stretched out his hand to the postman: "Masters, please come in and ask inside. Today, the postman led people to hunt several pheasants. The wild ducks came back. The young man will arrange for someone to send them here."

And the person who came forward turned around and looked at the road behind him.

Showing a familiar face.

It was Zhu Xiu, the chief guard of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Xiu looked at the officials and soldiers who were constantly approaching the post road, and the merchants were walking around. He took out a silver ingot from his arms, threw it into the postman's arms, and shouted loudly: "I'm taking good care of you. My young master came here this time to do a big business. If he was not serving well, be careful to call the Suzhou Prefecture Promoter over here!"

On weekdays, the station also receives rich businessmen.

When the postman heard this, he naturally understood that he was talking to the passers-by who rushed over.

The postman hurriedly put the silver in his arms with a smile and nodded repeatedly: "I dare not neglect myself. I have missed my master's big business, so I will ask you to come in."

The last conversation between the two was very loud, attracting the attention of those who rushed over.

Some people had some sarcasm on their faces.

Looking at Zhu Xiu and others, he felt a little contemptuous.

It was probably just a prodigal son of a wealthy businessman in the mainland. He relied on the little money and food at home to show off his mighty power outside.

Suzhou Prefecture Promotion Officer?

It's just a 17th-rank small official.

There are many people passing by outside Pingwang Post, and they may be third or fourth ranks and high-ranking officials who are rushing to various places to take office.

Some people look down on it, but some people are worried.

I thought to myself, these young people who dare to expose their money outside.

There must be more silver in my arms.

Stupid and rich.

What's this?

This is Kaizi!

Some people who heard the movements in front of Pingwangyi were still thinking about how they made a big profit on this journey.

A few rays of autumn wind swept by.

Zhu Zhanji, who was standing behind Zhu Xiu, couldn't help but frown: "Get in quickly."

As he said that, he glanced lightly, turned to look at Zhu Xiu, who was shaking his head slightly.

If you act too much, it will look a bit fake.

Fortunately, even if someone doubts their identity, they won't really guess.

When the postman saw the master talking, he quickly made his face more attentive and met Zhu Zhanji and six others into Pingwang Post.

Outside Pingwang Post, except for a few soldiers who had officials or had military orders, after they had been verified, they also entered Pingwang Post.

Most people can only set up camps in the open space outside Pingwang Post.

Humans are social creatures.

Especially in today's era, safety is the least guaranteed when wandering outside.

Inns like Pingwangyi have become a good place for most people to rest at night.

Because of the official identity, there are not many thieves or bandits near the post station.

And rushing along the inn, it is easy to stay outside another inn on the next rest night.

Of course, if the time is allocated one or two hundred years later.

The inn is not a good place to go.

...

Zhu Zhanji and others entered the Pingwang Post Office.

With the money in the road, several people asked for a room that was not bad.

When they entered the room, drove away the postman who had brought food and wanted to continue to show their enthusiasm, the six people finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The scarves on everyone's faces were also taken out, revealing their faces.

At this time, Fang Cai could see the appearance of everyone one by one.

In addition to Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Xiu, Sun An, Yu Qian, and two other experts from the Jinyiwei were included.

One of the Jinyiwei stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, then he jumped out of Pingwangyi and disappeared into the night.

Zhu Zhanji and others sat around the dining table to fill their already empty stomachs.

"According to the distance, the three young guards led by General Qi should have arrived in the coastal areas of Songjiang Prefecture the day before yesterday. Zhang Tian's two stations will be able to arrive in Haining County, Hangzhou Prefecture tomorrow." Yu Qian, who was gnawing a chicken leg, swallowed the food whole and let a mouthful of soup in his mouth, then said intermittently.

Zhu Zhanji was tasting a clear piece of chicken soup.

The chicken soup that is naturally raised is particularly moisturizing to drink.

After a bowl of food, Zhu Zhanji felt that the stomach and intestines that had been protesting all day were emitting comfort.

He put down his bowl, wiped his mouth, and whispered: "How long will it take for Wang Jinghong's fleet to arrive at Qiantang?"

This time when Zhu Zhanji left Beijing, he wanted to completely eliminate a species that lingered in his heart on the broken island.

On the sea surface of the Ming Dynasty, half a piece of sampan of that species cannot be used to go into the water!

And if he wants to accomplish such a feat, even he cannot accomplish it without the support of the navy warship.

In addition to fulfilling the affairs of the young military and guards, Yu Qian has also taken over various news about Zhu Zhanji.

He pondered slightly, and Shaoqing replied: "Eunuch Wang's fleet will probably not reach Qiantang River Wharf until the twelfth lunar month..."

This year is another New Year that is not in the capital.

However, Yu Qian was a little looking forward to it.

It doesn’t matter that the grandson cannot celebrate the New Year in Yingtian. He will definitely be able to follow the army and return to his hometown in Qiantang.

Yu Qian is happy to be able to go home this New Year.

Zhu Zhanji frowned and pondered: "If there is no fleet, the navy recruitment and training will not be carried out smoothly. And our identities must be hidden..."

"This..." Yu Qian hesitated for a moment.

The few people here all knew why they had to hide their identities so much this time.

Because according to Zhu Zhanji's judgment.
To be continued...