Tian Jiguang met Yinxiao at the gate of the market.
His legs felt weak when he saw Yin Xiao. Now that Song Huiyue was not here, Yin Xiao, who looked like a demon, came, making him have to hold on to the wall more and more, and his feet felt weak.
The same was true for the other younger brothers. When they saw Yin Xiao, his aura weakened by eight points, and when they saw him coming alone, it was obvious that he represented Song Huiyue, so they all stood respectfully on both sides and said something.
"Hello Brother Xiao".
He Jianghuai was indeed a little "distracted" while sitting in the hut.
His figure was still burly, but his spirit was uncertain and he was scattered in a ball, making it difficult to gather together.
He Xiaobao's death left an indelible shadow on him. Before the shadow was over, others were tracing the shadow again and again, thinking that no matter how bad He Xiaobao was, he would not be punished by death. It was really hard for me to force my son to death.
That's outrageous.
Whenever He Jianghuai goes out, he will be criticized by others. The children in the family will hide when they see him. Only one Niuniu is left, who has just learned to walk and still wants to be hugged by him.
Yin Xiao walked straight into the room and looked He Jianghuai up and down. He Jianghuai stood up and said with a smile: "What do you want me to do, madam?"
Yinxiao untied the warm hat and put it on the table, turned his right wrist, and punched out fiercely, knocking the unsuspecting He Jianghuai to the ground, and then his fists fell like raindrops.
Tian Jiguang and others stood at the door, not daring to speak, and listened tremblingly to He Jianghuai's suppressed screams.
Yin Xiao followed Song Huiyue's instructions and hit He Jianghuai again and again. He Jianghuai tried to get up and fight back again and again, but failed and finally fell to the ground, feeling very painful.
When Yin Xiao stopped, Tian Jiguang, who was not good at observing words and expressions, rushed in, helped He Jianghuai up and sat down, but did not dare to speak.
He Jianghuai was so angry that his orifices were filled with smoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and said angrily: "Madam, you haven't even touched a finger on me. What kind of laws have I violated to make you do such a cruel thing?"
Yin Xiao looked at him condescendingly: "You have made too many mistakes this year. From today on, there will be no more mistakes."
He Jianghuai's heart froze, and he understood that this was Song Huiyue scolding him through Yinxiao's hand, and at the same time, he also let others understand who was calling the shots in Dingzhou's underground foreclosure market.
It wasn't him who congratulated Jianghuai, but the lady who rarely showed up.
If he continues to be lazy, what awaits him will be the merciless punishment of the eldest lady. The executioner is Yin Xiao, and even his good brother Jun can't beg for mercy.
At the same time, he suddenly remembered that Li Jun's appearance in the market was decreasing, and Song Huiyue was quietly separating the two brothers to prevent them from joining forces to rebel against her.
He Jianghuai wiped away the nosebleed and said nothing.
Tian Jiguang wanted to say a few words and plead for He Jianghuai, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Yin Xiao's sharp eyes looking over, frightening him so much that he didn't dare to say a word out of his mouth.
Yinxiao put on his warm hat, and suddenly the sound of horse hooves came galloping outside. He waved his hand, slid out the sharp knife, and strode out.
What came galloping over was the whistle placed by Gan Chang in Dingzhou City. The whistle made the yellow-flowered horse snap, and the whole person almost fell off the horse. After seeing Gan Chang, he hurriedly reined in his horse, and the horse stopped for a moment.
Unable to stop, he rushed forward several steps before stopping.
He rolled over and rolled off the horse, panting and grabbing the patrolling people who gathered around him, his head was filled with heat.
After taking a deep breath, he raised his head and glanced at Yin Xiao and others who had come out. He didn't have time to think about why He Jianghuai's hair was covered with bumps, and whispered: "The official is here, he will be here in two-quarters of an hour at most."
After He Jianghuai was beaten by Yinxiao, his distracted soul did not dare to continue to be lazy. He regained his energy and immediately asked: "It's so sudden, where did the news come from?"
The whistle quickly said: "I saw the Hengban and Kuaiban detectives gathered at the gate of the prefect's Yamen, and heard someone complaining about arresting the smuggled goods in the underground forecourt. Before this, no news came out."
"There's something wrong with the person who bribed him," He Jianghuai subconsciously looked at Yin Xiao: "Go down to the cellar?"
Yin Xiao shook his head and looked at Tian Jiguang, who was most familiar to him, without hesitation: "The visitor is not a good person. You take the merchants north to the Xia Kingdom's business road and stop near the city camp. I will pick you up."
Tian Jiguang nodded quickly.
He remembered the city camp, but he never thought of taking the merchants in this direction - it was very dangerous near the city camp, and he could be shot at any time.
But what Yin Xiao said was as reliable as what he did. He asked them to go east. Even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire to the east, they believed they would be rescued.
"Leave now," Yin Xiao looked at He Jianghuai, "You stay with me."
Tian Jiguang turned around and left, and together with his younger brothers, he quickly took away the merchants and horses. The group quickly disappeared into the cool breeze, and in the end they could no longer even hear the sound of horse hooves.
Only He Jianghuai and Yin Xiao were left in the entire market.
Yin Xiao strode into the forecourt, opened the drawer of the miscellaneous room, stretched out his two long arms, took out all the documents inside, and threw them all to He Jianghuai: "Burn them."
The documents were burned every three months. It was the time when the charcoal market was booming. What was accumulated in three months was enough to be half a person tall. He Jianghuai immediately divided the documents into several parts and threw them back and forth into each charcoal basin.
As long as the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, several large copper braziers will be lit, and documents will be burned in the braziers. The entire forging field will become smoky, with paper ashes floating everywhere.
He Jianghuai's face was covered with black ash, and his two nostrils were also black. In addition, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, making him look very embarrassed.
He didn't care about his own embarrassment, he just kept burning, anxious in his heart, and afraid that he wouldn't have enough time - two quarters of an hour in his mind, it was like a burning fire.
The government occasionally takes action against smuggling. They work hard and get information in advance every time and hide the things. But this time, they didn't get any information at all.
Those who come are not good.
They must not fall into the yamen, especially these documents, which contain the detailed names and transaction details of the merchants, plus the guarantee of the underground foreclosure business, which is enough for the government to catch them all.
The paper dust made He Jianghuai's vision blurry. He ran as fast as possible, delivering the documents to each copper brazier, and looked at Yinxiao with his peripheral vision.
Yin Xiao was not idle. He opened the cellar and collected everything with personal traces in the miscellaneous room and burned it - folding fans with signatures, clothes embroidered with names, scripts with Song Huiyue's calligraphy, there were many and miscellaneous
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He searched very carefully, and no movement was redundant. After he burned everything, there was still a small pile of He Jianghuai's documents that had not been burned.
The sound of horse hooves was carried along the wind. He Jianghuai's heart was beating fast when he heard it, his whole body was covered with sweat, and his hands began to tremble.
Yin Xiao snatched the thirty unfinished documents, stuffed them into his arms, picked up the bucket, and poured them into the charcoal basin.
Black ash and heat steamed up, and every charcoal basin was baptized.
"Turn off the engine!"
He Jianghuai immediately stepped forward and extinguished the wick in the oil lamp. Yin Xiao also extinguished the candle, and finally took away the Samantabhadra Bodhisattva who was placed on the small table in the market.
The two of them had no horses, and the officials were close at hand. He Jianghuai felt that he was unable to fly, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.