With the help of the little girl, the man got off the horse. His legs were shaking like chaff. He could barely stand.
"Daddy, sit down and take a rest," the little girl said softly.
Yang Fan took a closer look and saw that this man was about forty years old. He was not tall, very thin, but very strong. He had a tough look on his face and a pair of triangular eyes with sinister violence. He looked like he was not a good person.
Yang Fan thought to himself that it was a wonder that a young lady with such a distinguished appearance could give birth to such a mark.
He pushed the little girl away, stood up straight, cupped his fists and saluted, saying:
"Thank you little brother for saving my life. I don't know what to call him."
When Yang Fan was stared at by him, he felt like he was being stared at by a venomous snake. He thought to himself that this guy looked like a spy. Maybe he was really from Dongchang. It would be difficult for his identity to be exposed. He was thinking about how to answer.
The little fat man suddenly said: "His name is Yang Fan, he is my boy."
Yang Fan felt warm in his heart. This little fat man was really considerate. His identity might cause trouble, so the little fat man answered the question immediately.
This guy is really responsible.
Looking at the two people opposite him looking at him, the little fat man said: "I am Wei Fugui, and my father is Wei Nancheng, the largest iron merchant in Zunhua. He is Yang Fan, our boy. He is responsible for protecting my safety when I go out for fun this time. You guys
If you have anything, just tell me."
After speaking, he puffed up his chest and looked very proud. At first glance, he looked like the local yameni.
The two men looked at each other and realized that there was indeed Wei Nancheng in Zunhua City. He was a local tyrant and a bully. He monopolized most of the iron mines and iron factories, and was closely connected with civil servants, guards, and border troops.
This guy looks so arrogant, so what he says is probably true.
The man asked: "Why do you have two pairs of Tatar armors right now?"
When the little fat man heard this, he immediately became excited and boasted: "We met three Tatars who wanted to rob us. I am a person in the three passes of Zunhua City. They don't ask any questions. They do business on my head."
When leopards were born and dared to touch me, I beheaded them with a wave of my hand, snatched their horses, stripped them of their armor, and threw them into the well. Hey, hey, I don’t care about killing them.
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"Bah, it's just you. Your hair hasn't even grown yet, and you still don't care about burying it. My aunt will give you a kick and keep your ass blooming. I'll give you a chance to kill you and leave you alone." The girl spat, and picked her up with gestures.
The whip is going to hit the little fat man.
"Oh, it's killing people, it's killing people." The little fat man didn't want to suffer the immediate loss and hurriedly ran behind Yang Fan.
"What! You killed three Tatars?" the man shouted in surprise.
He knew that those who sneaked in this time were the white-toothed soldiers from the Zhenglan Banner and the Xianglan Banner. They were all the elites of the slave-building elite. They were not just some bastards.
Yang Fan knows that in troubled times, strength is his best talisman.
Facts speak louder than words. Without saying a word, he walked to the packhorse, pulled out the sack, and three heads with money rat tails shaved rolled down.
"What a slave!" the little girl exclaimed. Then her face turned red.
Their father and daughter were chased by the Tatars like lost dogs, and they were in such a panic that if Yang Fan hadn't come to the rescue, they might have died.
Not only did he save himself, but he also killed three Tatars before.
I know very well how difficult these Tatars are, and I am the only one left in the small group of brothers I brought with me.
He was so humble that he could kill three Tatars! It's unbelievable.
The man looked at a suit of armor and suddenly said: "Which Tatar does this armor belong to?"
Yang Fan used his feet to kick Nu Nu Zui, whose face was smashed by the flail on the ground.
The man hurriedly walked to the head and checked it repeatedly, with an excited look on his face. The little girl also looked at the head nervously.
"Dad, no way." She looked in disbelief and turned her head to look at the man.
"It can't be wrong, I have fought with him more than ten times, and it's him," the man said in a low voice.
"Bobby!"
The man nodded slowly.
He sighed and said slowly: "This Bobai is a soldier of King Lao Han. He has been in charge of the sentinel cavalry against the Ming Dynasty. In the past ten years, he has sneaked into our important town on the nine sides of the Ming Dynasty dozens of times. It is like entering a no-man's land, without a trace.
I thought of dying here today."
He kept sighing as he spoke, feeling quite like a rabbit dying and a fox dying.
The people who know you best in this world are often your enemies. Bobai was a hero, cunning and cunning. His old rival for many years died in the hands of a young boy who didn't know where he came from. It really made me feel mixed.
In fact, he has no personal hatred for Bobai, they are just their own masters. On the contrary, they admire and admire each other very much.
The man stood up, turned around and walked towards Yang Fan. When he looked at Yang Fan again, his expression was different.
"Young man, you are willing to follow me back to Beijing and serve the imperial court," the man said solemnly.
Yang Fan didn't realize it for a moment. It seemed that he had killed a big shot in Manchuria. This man wanted to recruit him.
Yang Fan has been severely beaten by society many times, and he knows very well that when people respect you, it is not because they respect you, but because you have the strength to be respected, or the value that deserves respect.
It is estimated that killing this slave chief was a great achievement. If he can take himself under his command, the credit will go to him.
If this person is really the secret spy leader of the slave establishment, he will be in danger. Seeing the Ming Dynasty being infiltrated like this, the Tatar Qing soldiers would dare to run rampant in Ji Town, the first town in the world, in broad daylight. Without internal agents, it would be absolutely impossible.
If they knew that they had killed this "Bobby", it wouldn't be difficult for them to take revenge on themselves. What if this person used this to threaten themselves? If he really went to Hundong Factory and worked as a spy. That job might be better than his own.
It's dangerous to miss someone.
Yang Fan was thinking about it when he heard the little fat man yelling angrily: "Hey, you guys are really good at poaching me. Do you know who my father is? You can't leave Jizhen. Believe it or not?"
The little girl curled her lips and sneered: "I don't know who your father is, but I know who my father is. There are two people in Dongchang who are more than a thousand people, and Tu Shanyong from a hundred households should be punished. Who do you think you are, how dare you compare with Naigong?"
father."
Yang Fan was speechless, well, this is also an era of fighting for one's father.
Yang Fan had already considered it clearly. Although it seemed like a God-given opportunity, he had only been here a short time ago and could not withstand the investigation. Such a secret service agency was not easy to fool, so this matter could not be done.
Moreover, this person does not look like a kind person. He has the waist of a snake and a pair of triangular eyes. He is cruel and ruthless. There is a huge gap in status between a migrant worker and the third person in the East Factory. They are not equal at all. Dealing with such a person is a waste of life.
Is it long?
"I'm used to being idle, and I can't be restrained. I just want to be free. I really let down your kindness."
Na Tushan was a little surprised when he heard that Yang Fan refused so quickly. He had clearly considered the stakes in such a short time, and was not swayed by the heavenly opportunity to catch up with Dongchang. This determination of mind is by no means simple. It is also highly valued.
I was a little disappointed with Yang Fan, but also a little disappointed and worried.
This mission was a complete failure, not only destroying all the members of my daughter's team, but also being seriously injured. If Bobai's head could be retrieved, not only would it not be considered a failure, but the enemy leader would be furiously killed after a hard battle.
A great achievement.
But how do you get this kid to hand over Bobai's head and armor badge token?
He had just saved the lives of his father and daughter. Even though he had developed a dark and thick skin in Dongchang for many years, he could not do anything to threaten Yang Fan.
