"Drive——"

Under the spring sun, three fast horses galloped out of Huangmei County and galloped upstream along the river.

Ye Jingtang took the lead, holding the map Zhang Gang bought to check the distribution of forces around Chengtian Mansion, while Niaoniao squatted on his legs and looked at it together.

Zhe Yunli followed behind, with his long knife hanging on the side of his horse, and said in a daze:

"Cousin Jing, where are we going? We are in such a hurry, we should leave as soon as we come out..."

"Going to Baihe Pier, I just picked up an errand. I went to clean up someone. I have to come back after the fight. I want to find a way to sneak into the Qinglong Club..."

When Zhe Yunli heard about the beating, he immediately became interested and moved closer:

"Who are you going to hit? Is it serious? How about I come and we split the reward in half?'

Ye Jingtang is currently one of the ten people in the world. Going to fight an ordinary master is no less than bullying a three-year-old child. If word spreads, he will lose his status. Faced with Yunli's suggestion, he thought about it and nodded:

"He's just a low-level little master. It won't be a big problem for you to deal with him. I'll be watching from the side later. You can give him a good beating and then leave..."

When Zhe Yunli saw the opportunity to show off his fists, he was naturally filled with joy and nodded quickly.

Fan Qinghe was walking on the left, and when he heard the words, he interjected:

"Baihe Pier is on the eastern outskirts of Fucheng, a hundred miles away from here. After we're done, let's go to the city for a walk and buy some Jade Dragon Paste. We ran out of what we brought with us yesterday... cough..."

Although the words stopped abruptly, doubts flashed through Zhe Yunli's eyes and he asked:

"The Jade Dragon Ointment can treat internal injuries, right? Is there any injury on Aunt Fan's body?"

Fan Qinghe was naturally uninjured, but when giving Ye Jingtang a massage, she had to use some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine, and the push rod also had to be lubricated. Her medicine clip was only that big, and she only brought two bottles. She used one yesterday.

Bottles should be replenished naturally when given the chance.

Faced with Yunli's niece's inquiry, Fan Qinghe couldn't explain clearly, so he just said:

"My legs are a little sore after running around for so many days. I applied medicine and rubbed them yesterday."

Zhe Yunli was dubious, but did not delve into the issue and asked instead:

"Cousin Jing, have our identities been sorted out?"

Seeing this, Ye Jingtang took out a talisman and paper from his arms and handed them to Yunli:

"This is our new identity. We must remember our backgrounds and experiences to avoid accidentally exposing our identities when we arrive in Yanjing in the future. Aunt Fan, this is yours."

When Fan Qinghe saw that Ye Jingtang also called her Aunt Fan, her eyes were a little annoyed, but she couldn't correct her harshly, so she just pretended not to hear and took the paper and sign:

"Wang Cui...why do you call me such a bad name?"

Zhe Yunli originally wanted to complain, but when he heard Aunt Fan's name, he laughed out loud:

"Hahaha... Well, it's actually not bad. My name is still Niuniu. Cousin Jing, what's your name?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Just call me fourth brother from now on."

"Ye Silang? If you have such a nice name, why don't you just make it up for the two of us..."

"well……"

Ye Jingtang looked helpless, seeing the injustice in the two girls' hearts, so he could only take out his cards and show them both.

Then the two of them suddenly felt balanced, and together with Niaoniao, they began to laugh at the name of a miscellaneous fish that might not survive even half a chapter in the book...

…

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Chengtian Mansion is regarded as the gateway to the capital city and is rich in rice and grain. Therefore, shipping is very developed and there are several docks scattered outside the city.

At dusk, on the eastern outskirts of Chengtian Mansion, a rather simple carriage, surrounded by several guards, drove along the river to the city not far away.

Hua Junchen, who was dressed as a scribe, raised the curtain at the car window and looked at the ships sailing in an orderly manner on the river. His eyes were filled with relief and he praised:

"Prefect Liu is really fast in doing things. In just a few days, he has tidied up the dock. It seems that this time I go to the capital, I have to write a letter and praise it..."

In the carriage, Hua Qingzhi, dressed elegantly, was studying the chess game by herself; Lu Zhu was fanning a small ball fan and answered:

"Isn't this ridiculous? Last time the lady came back, two waves of people fought on the riverside. There was blood everywhere, and an arm fell off on the ground. The lady was so scared that she couldn't sleep well all night. It doesn't look like what a city should be like.

…”

A few days ago, Hua Junchen and Hua Qingzhi came back from various tribes in the West Sea and hurried to the door of their house. As soon as they were relieved, they encountered gangs fighting on the dock.

At that time, the flash of swords and the sound of screams startled Hua Junchen who was resting in the carriage. He thought that the King of Hell was coming to kill him again. Qingzhi was also frightened by the sight of blood.

The daughter was frightened, and Hua Junchen must not be merciful. He went to the magistrate's office in person and asked Magistrate Liu for an explanation.

According to Magistrate Liu's explanation, he learned that the demand for border war preparations, grain, grass, and ordnance transportation had increased recently, and the original grain transport ships were not enough, so some of them were released and handed over to the shipping companies at the dock.

Although it is only a part of the business, the water transport business is huge and the demand from the military is quite stable. As long as you take over the business, you are getting a long-term meal ticket, which is far more stable than picking up individual passengers at the dock.

For this reason, as early as a few months ago, the boat shops around Chengtian Mansion began to fight and kill each other in order to grab business.

Fighting over business at Jianghu Wharf is nothing new anywhere. As long as it doesn't cause a big fuss, Prefect Liu doesn't care about these messes.

But seeing that Mrs. Hua’s most beloved granddaughter was frightened, the situation would be different. What if Mrs. Hua wrote a letter saying that under his rule, Chengtian Mansion had become a mess and his career would be ruined.

I'm afraid this is the end of it.

For this reason, Magistrate Liu issued a death order that day. Anyone who dared to kill someone again for business grabbing would have their job destroyed.

Although the local magistrate had no martial arts skills, it only took one word to cut off the boat gang's financial path. For this reason, all the major boat gangs stopped on the same day. They only dared to quarrel but did not dare to fight. The smarter ones secretly gave gifts instead.

Find connections to compete.

Seeing that these gangsters were all honest, Hua Junchen was naturally relieved. Just as he was about to praise Magistrate Liu a few more words, his ears suddenly twitched and he heard from a distance:

Ding ding ding——

Bang~

Wow...

Outside the carriage, Hua Ning was riding a horse. When he heard the noise, he immediately became alert and looked towards the dock in the distance:

"Master, there seems to be someone fighting over there."

When Hua Junchen heard this, his face immediately turned cold. After all, he had just praised the public order in front of his daughter, and now he turned around and saw a private fight. Wasn't it a slap in the face?

Hua Junchen looked up and saw that there was a fight going on in a house near the dock. The flag of the Thunder Eagle Gang was hanging outside the door. He picked up his sword and prepared to stand up:

"This Zhao Dong really has some ability, so he can be lawless in Chengtian Mansion. Let's go and see for my father..."

Seeing this, Hua Qingzhi quickly stopped Hua Junchen:

"Dad, what are you going to say when you come forward to fight among gangsters at the pier? Just say hello to Magistrate Liu later."

Luzhu actually suspected that the master wanted to watch the excitement. After all, Zhao Dong from the Thunder Eagle Gang was considered a well-known martial artist in the vicinity of Chengtian Mansion. The master had always wanted to find an opportunity to spar, but due to his status as the legitimate son of a noble family, he sought out the gangsters to spar.

The price has actually dropped and I haven't been able to get what I wanted.

Before going out, my wife told me not to let the master hang out with those wanderers. To this end, Lu Zhu also advised:

"That's right. The library has hired a lot of people and they are waiting for me to look for them. Let's go over there quickly."

Hua Junchen heard the noise in the distance being very lively and wanted to take a look, but his daughter wouldn't let him. He couldn't be a rebellious father and forced himself to run past. At that moment, he could only wave his sleeves:

"Forget it, let's go. I can't handle such a thing. My father will have to go to Magistrate Liu later to preach..."

Creaking, creaking...

Within a few words, the carriage drove past the pier.

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The sun was setting in the west, and on the Baihe wharf where thousands of sails gathered, countless laborers were walking back and forth on the shore, loading and unloading various goods.

In a house near the dock, all the thugs who were originally guarding the door have been transferred, the door is wide open, and only a symbolic dog is tied to guard the door.

In the lobby of the house, Zhao Dong, dressed in a brocade robe, was sitting under the central hall, holding a teacup in his hand and carefully looking through the ship company's account books.

Zhao Dong looks less than fifty, in his prime, with broad shoulders and a broad back, and is quite heroic. However, there is a scar on the left side of his face, which cut off part of his earring, making his whole person look gangster.

The master in a scholar's robe stood at the door holding a folding fan, looking at the empty yard, frowning and saying:

"I've been waiting for three days and no one has come to the door. Is the money given too little?"

What the master was talking about was, of course, the hiring of murderers a few days ago.

The Thunder Eagle Gang is considered a big gang at Baihe Wharf, with more than 20 boats in its hands. Brother Bai Lai and the gang leader Zhao Dong are also famous and can be considered powerful.

But the Song family shipping company, which is located in the same dock, has been rooted in the dock for decades, and has been managed by the government every year, so the friendship has become deeper.

Nowadays, the prefect is not allowed to fight and kill. If everyone waits for the government's appointment, the big job of transporting military rations will probably be divided equally between the two families in the end, and no one will have enough to eat.

For this reason, the Master, who is the "White Paper Fan", came up with a "unexpected plan". He asked someone to kill him and put the blame on the Song family who had an enemy, thus depriving the Song family of their share.

This strategy seemed good to the master, but the gang leader was a bit stingy and only gave him three hundred taels of silver.

The Jianghu Grandmaster's worth is not low. Although in Wu Kui's eyes, he is just a fish, but in the Jianghu world, he is probably at the level of being able to establish a sect. He can be the leader of a wealthy family, and the leader of the second tier. Normally, he can be in a county.

He is one of the top three people in the land. If you don't have a thousand taels of silver to kill such a person, no one will take care of him. For such a young and powerful grandmaster, no matter how much money is paid, no one may take it.

Zhao Dong, the leader of the Thunder Eagle Gang, is a young and powerful master. If he had not been smuggled from the Southern Dynasties in the early years, he had only taken root in the northern arena for seven or eight years. He did not dare to be too public. Now he is the leader of a sect at least. He would never
To be continued...