The three words "Two Hundred Guan" were louder than gold. Everyone was so dizzy when they hit them that they almost thought they were in a dream - Two Hundred Guan!
They only had two hundred cash a month, and sometimes they couldn't send it out, and they had to send half of it home. They couldn't save enough money in a year.
Mo Qianlan didn't look at the ecstasy on the soldier's face, stretched out his hand and said to Yin Bei: "Go, carry all the boxes up."
The soldiers were so ecstatic that they forgot how heavy the money box was, how the driver moved it by manpower alone, and all the strange things in it. They just exuded joy.
The coachmen carried two boxes per box, and first lifted some of the camphor wood boxes up and placed them in the thatched hall. Yin Bei stepped forward and opened a box. The copper inside was yellow, and under the light of the torch, it immediately shone brightly.
The soldiers had already lined up to wait for the reward, and they couldn't help but stretch their heads to see what was inside the box.
No one noticed that the driver took out a sharp knife from his sleeve, stood behind the soldier, and wiped it on the soldier's neck mercilessly. In an instant, blood soaked into the mud. I think next spring, this thatched hall will be filled with spring scenery.
, thousands of copper coins have been eclipsed by this.
Zhao Shiheng never knew that death could be so silent.
There was a foul smell lingering at the tip of his nose. This smell penetrated into his body from his seven orifices, blended into his bones and blood, and burned into his soul. Throughout his life, it was difficult to atone for his sins.
Ever since the failed assassination of the emperor two years ago, Mo Qianlan had learned that Jin Shang intended to let Mo Lingfeng come to Beijing, and that he, Zhao Shiheng, would make plans and bring the Mo family to the beginning of revival through a bloody road.
He turned his head and glanced at Mo Qianlan.
The smell also adhered to Mo Qianlan's crown, hair, and clothes with the wind. Mo Qianlan couldn't help but reach out to rub his forehead, and squeezed the roots tightly because he had a severe headache and had no time to worry about the feelings in his heart.
The coachmen killed the people neatly and then peeled off the cloth armor from the corpse. They didn't care about the blood on the cloth armor. One of them grabbed one and used it to mark the size on his body, and they kept going back and forth.
This group of butchers are all tall and tall, with strong backs and strong backs. The corpses lying on the ground are claimed to be elite soldiers, but in fact they are mixed, both tall and short, fat and thin. The cloth armor is changed back and forth, but in the end there are still a dozen or so coachmen who are stretched thin, which is very ridiculous.
.
The little man who slipped out from Mo Lingfeng was dressed very well. He turned to look at Yin Bei: "Just wear it like this."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he revealed two pointed teeth.
"Okay," Yin Bei used the scabbard to push away the two cart drivers who were laughing at each other, and promised with a smile, "I'll get some new ones later."
He even slapped the ground with pestles and asked these "elite soldiers" to get out all the corpses. When there were only living people left in the thatched hall again, the "elite soldiers" stood back in high spirits, lined up neatly, and carried slings around their waists.
The sword has become a veritable elite soldier.
The camphor box also opened its mouth wide, showing off its wealth.
The little man is among these tall warriors. He is as small as a bean. However, he is not a warrior. Instead, he is the leader of them. He stands at the front, leaning on his knife on the ground, kneeling on one knee, and showing two tiger fangs in his mouth.
He shouted: "The nomadic minister from the capital of Dingyuan Army is here to see the Jiedushi!"
The other elite soldiers then knelt down, opened their mouths, and uttered a bell-like voice: "I'm here to see the Jiedu Envoy."
Mo Qianlan already had a headache, but after this earth-shattering visit to the shrine, his mind was on fire and buzzing uncontrollably, but two blushes appeared on his pale face. He held the armrests of the chair with both hands, excitedly
Standing up: "Okay."
Zhao Shiheng stood up immediately and gave him a hand.
With his support, Mo Qianlan walked towards Nomad Qing, helped him up, and patted Nomad Qing on the shoulder: "Dingyuan Army, You Dutou! Okay!"
When the Mo family occupied ten states in the northwest, it was called "Fuyuan Army", but Mo Qianlan changed it to "Dingyuan Army".
This small group of Dingyuan troops received military pay from the Mo family, and their family members were supported by the Mo family. They were loyal and loyal, like a needle inserted into a watertight fortress, and would open up a road to the sky for Mo Lingfeng in the future.
This is Zhao Shiheng's plan and Mo Qianlan's plan - the two of them work hard all day long and are vigilant every night, and finally realize that the only one who can compete with the imperial power is military power.
From raising private soldiers two years ago, to strengthening the gangsters in Jiaxian County, to instigating the gangsters to rob the post office, to borrowing a hundred troops to suppress the bandits, and then to one soldier instead of another, every step has been carried out according to the established steps.
Even Wu Jin is on their chessboard - besides Wu Jin, who else would risk his own life to deliver a message?
The road they paved for Mo Lingfeng was a mountain of corpses. Their sins were so obvious that they would fall into the muddy hell after death and never be reincarnated. But Mo Lingfeng could move forward cleanly.
Mo Qianlan bent down and took out a copper coin from the camphor box, handing it to Nomad Qing with his own hands: "Reward, two hundred copper coins per person! Bring out the wine and drink to your heart's content!"
The Dingyuan Army cheered, and the excitement was in full swing. Someone brought out countless jars of fine wine from the cellar, and set up a fire to barbecue and eat. Although the Nomad Qing was small, his ability to drink and eat was unmatched. He could surrender with just these two things.
Live with these warriors.
While they were yelling at the thatched cottage, Mo Qianlan hugged Mo Lingfeng and went down the mountain with Zhao Shiheng.
They still have many things to do. These one hundred elite soldiers have changed their appearance. Everyone in the fortress is neither deaf nor blind, so they can naturally see through it at a glance. If they want to hide it, they still need to create an opportunity.
Mo Qianlan couldn't even follow Mo Lingfeng back to Kuanzhou.
The fort belongs to Kuanzhou, and troops were stationed here under the pretext of suppressing bandits. He, the Jiedu envoy, still had to deal with the governor of Jeju. Mo Lingfeng no longer followed Zhang Chongfeng to Beijing, and he also wanted to give Zhang Chongfeng an explanation.
There is also autumn food.
He had no intention of occupying the autumn grain, but he just wanted to put on a show, saying that the thieves had divided the autumn grain into several groups and hid the autumn grain. Now the soldiers were searching everywhere to suppress the bandits.
He had no objection to staying in Jeju to deal with the aftermath, but he didn't want to let go of Mo Lingfeng. He carried Mo Lingfeng all the way to the carriage. His tired waist almost broke. After putting him down, he held Mo Lingfeng's arms tightly.
hand.
Zhao Shiheng saw that the two of them were inseparable like an iron chain and a boat, so he did evil things and tore the two siblings apart, and stuffed Mo Lingfeng into the carriage at once.
Although Mo Lingfeng was reluctant to leave, he was very willing to go home, so he didn't linger too much on his brother and simply left.
And Mo Qianlan returned to Heshan County Guanyi, bringing joy and sorrow to others.
Zhang worships and worries.
Mo Qianlan disobeyed the imperial edict and refused to allow Mo Lingfeng to enter the capital. He bluntly said that he would write to His Majesty to plead guilty, but Mo Qianlan would not be guilty, but he would be.
The emperor and the Mo family are like fire and water, and they are incompatible with each other. However, the emperor is regarded as Yao and Shun, and naturally he needs the support of his monarch and his ministers to save face. He appeals to Du Yu. The emperor cannot anger others, but he still needs one person to bear his anger. He is
This royal punching bag.
Two other people are also worried - the Jeju magistrate is in charge of the Jeju Xiang army, and the Jeju magistrate is in charge of each county, which governs one side. The two have such great power that they allowed Niujiling banditry to run rampant, causing the fall grain shipped by Kuanju to be destroyed.
There was a fire in the Guanyi, and seventy-five students who were rushing to take the exam died. Even Wu Jin and Wang Jinghua, including Wu Jin, only survived.
There were countless other casualties, not to mention that the bandits robbed hostages and extorted money with such rampant behavior that it shocked the world.