On the top of a barren mountain, there are many shrubs.
In the mountain path, Wu Zhiqing and his group of eleven people were blocked in the middle of the mountain path, unable to move forward or retreat.
Before the mountain trail, there is a small slope. There are three people standing on the small slope. Two are holding rifles and one is holding a pistol. They are tall and tall, blocking the way.
There were three people standing on the trail behind them, who looked similar, blocking the retreat. There was another person hiding in the woods on one side and did not show up. He was there to provide support.
They stand very elegantly and are not at all like those bandits who come from and go to the mountains.
But the mahjong masks are all the same, ranging from two tubes to nine tubes, except for one and eight tubes. Isn't this look like a mahjong bandit?
The leader's nine-barreled pistol was pointed at Wu Zhiqing and his group, and a hearty and rough voice sounded.
"Brother, I see that you have been wandering around the mountains for a few days. Are you looking for me?"
"Brother, if you ask any questions, I'll kill them all."
Just as Zhang Mazi asked, the third child spoke up, his eyes shining behind the mask: "They all have good guns, they are better than us."
"May I ask if you are Mr. Zhang Muzhi?"
Wu Zhiqing was a courageous person, and he was determined. He walked to the front of the team, bowed his hands and said hello to Zhang Mazi.
"Um?"
Zhang Muzhi suddenly felt strange and stared at Wu Zhiqing, doubtful in his heart. He left the army and went into the mountains. After robbing the rich and giving to the poor, everyone called him Zhang Mazi, and they didn't call him by his name for a long time.
"Hahaha, I haven't heard this name for a while, it's me."
Zhang Muzhi smiled heartily, his eyes narrowed, and he asked with a smile: "What's your surname, sir?!"
Wu Zhiqing was caught by this look and was shocked: he was indeed not an ordinary gangster. Even he was shocked.
He calmed down and suppressed his fear: "Wu Zhiqing, the manager of Wuyi Pharmacy, has met Mr.
“Disease-free pharmacy?”
"My eldest brother is the one in the nearby city who gives cheap and good medicine to the poor."
The second person wearing a two-tube mask came forward to explain to Zhang Muzhi.
"I know."
Of course Zhang Muzhi knows what Wuyi Pharmacy is. Everyone in this area knows about Wuyi Pharmacy.
Compared with the efficacy of medicine, they are more famous for their attitude towards patients and the poor, their true conscience as doctors, and their dedication to saving people.
If you don't have money to buy medicine, you can also use your work to pay for medicine, which opens up a way for the poor to survive.
He admired such pharmacies and had never touched the goods from Wuyi Pharmacy.
Later, there was a security group in Renjia Town, with a large number of people and sophisticated weapons. The leader of the group, Zhang Ziyu, was also the owner of the Wukong Medicine Store. There were also the Wukong Textile Factory, the Wukong Grain Store, and the Wukong Flour Factory.
All are his property.
He naturally understands and admires such people if they are capable and conscientious.
"Brother, shall we rob or not?"
The third child continued to ask questions, coveting the firearms in the hands of these ten soldiers.
"What the hell!"
Zhang Muzhi snorted, looked at Wu Zhiqing again, and asked: "Manager Wu, there are countless people living in Wuyi Pharmacy. I, Zhang Muzhi, admire me, but what else do you want you to do with us?"
When the conversation started, Lao San was a little disappointed, this meant that these advanced firearms had no chance with them.
Wu Zhiqing breathed a sigh of relief and said, neither humble nor overbearing: "My boss has heard of your name for a long time and would like to invite him to Renjia Town to have a talk."
Zhang Muzhi looked surprised behind the nine-cylinder mask and asked: "What are you talking about?"
Naturally, Wu Zhiqing could not tell him about his intention to recruit as a general of the security group, so he could only say: "My boss wants to ask you, sir, to help him ensure the safety of our party."
Zhang Muzhi laughed.
"I'm a gangster, right?"
Wu Zhiqing bit the bullet: "Yes"
"Are you doctors?"
"That's right."
"One kills, the other saves, and now you want me to stay with you to keep both of you safe?"
"My boss has this intention."
"Manager Wu, do you believe this?"
Wu Zhiqing stood up straight and looked directly into Zhang Muzhi's eyes without giving in at all: "I believe what my boss says."
The second and third sons on the side, as well as the fourth and fifth sons behind them, could not sit still.
"Brother, don't believe his lies. This must be some kind of ghost feast. He lied to us."
"Lao Wu, I want you to read more books. That's called the Hongmen Banquet."
Zhang Muzhi replied with a smile, and Lao Wudu muttered: "Don't worry about the banquet, we can't go anyway. They have a security team of more than a thousand people."
Zhang Muzhi glanced at the brothers and asked aloud.
"Second brother, what do you think?"
"I listen to you, brother."
"The third child?"
"I won't go. I'll just unload all his guns and rush back."
"Lao Qi?"
"I don't know. Whatever the elder brother does, I will do."
After he finished asking, Zhang Muzhi turned the pistol, put it away from his waist, and pulled off the nine-tube mask, revealing a tough face.
"Those who save people ask those who kill people to keep the party safe. This is the first time I, Zhang Muzhi, have heard of this. It's interesting."
He looked at Wu Zhiqing and said with a smile: "Manager Wu, please show me the way. Zhang Muzhi is entering the city today to meet Mr. Zhang from Renjia Town, please!"
Those who save people please ask those who kill people to keep them safe.
The heinous bandit dared to agree to meet him in the city.
No matter how you look at it, it's all weird, and anyone who hears it will be confused.
But no one knew that it was the words of ensuring peace and Zhang Ziyu's good reputation that coincided with Zhang Muzhi's innermost thoughts. This was the reason for his agreement.
Zhang Muzhi plundered various towns and captured squires and wealthy people. What was his purpose?
Isn't it just for this large amount of money and to help the poor after obtaining the money?
His name is Zhang Mu, but he is a soldier at heart. He is a powerful general under General Cai E. He fought from the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, protected the country and saved the people, and was an iron-clad hero.
It's a pity that my knees are too hard and I can't kneel down, otherwise I would be a warlord now instead of a mountain bandit.
He, Zhang Muzhi, is an extraordinary hero in the world. It is not surprising that he has such courage.
The group found the horses and hurried directly towards Renjia Town.
Zhang Muzhi knew all about Renjia Town from hearsay, and he had rarely come to see it with his own eyes.
The squires here are not like other places, they are just common people. Zhang Ziyu has set an example and led everyone to be kind to the villagers. Naturally, Zhang Muzhi will not come here to rob the rich and give to the poor.
Although he is a gangster, he is still a hero at heart.
As we gradually approached Renjia Town, the road was smooth, the fields on both sides were neatly arranged, the rice was golden, and many farmers were preparing to harvest.
Farmers greet each other with smiles on their faces, which is completely different from other counties and towns.
"Aren't any of the fields in this town abandoned?"
In these days of war and chaos, poor families have even sold their children and wives, let alone their fields. However, this town of Renjia is different. That Zhang Ziyu really has some tricks up his sleeve.
Wu Zhiqing rode a horse and walked side by side with Zhang Muzhi, and replied: "Of course there is, but my boss ordered us to buy it and hire people to farm it, so that it is not abandoned."
"So your boss is also a big landowner?"
"He is a landlord, but the land rent is not high, unlike other families."
"What's the difference?"
"Landowners are not terrible, but exploitation is terrible. If they are not exploited and the distribution is fair, it is a good thing."
"What did your boss say?"
"Our boss said it while he was basking in the sun."
"Hahaha, fair, this word is fashionable, drive!"
Zhang Muzhi raised his voice loudly and clamped the horse's belly with his legs. The speed was a little faster. He was even more looking forward to seeing Zhang Ziyu.