"Have you heard that when more than a hundred people from a caravan belonging to Bashi were heading to the Central Plains, they were attacked by wild beasts and birds? Only two people survived."
"I've heard that too. This is too much luck."
"Yes, the Ba family has a great business and has so many powerful guards, but this time it turned out to be so miserable, alas~"
"This guy, who can guarantee that he won't have any bad luck?"
In Bajun, Dianjiang County, and in the markets, many vendors and pedestrians are discussing a big news that is currently circulating.
"Oh, please keep your voices down. Ba Shi is making sacrifices for the dead. That's more than a hundred lives. Ba Shi usually treats us pretty well. Just say a few words."
"It's a big deal! Don't you know it? There are more than a hundred people in the caravan, including the leader of the Ba clan."
"Ah? How is this possible!"
"Doesn't that mean..."
"This can't be nonsense, really?"
"Yeah, really?"
"It's absolutely true. Under the auspices of the patriarch's wife, the whole clan is paying tribute to Ba."
"Oh, it's true that good people don't live long. Chief Ba and Mrs. Qing are both good people. How come, ugh~"
Just when the rumors were spreading, "thumping" footsteps were heard in the distance on the street. A group of black-armored Qin soldiers cleared the way, guarding a carriage and driving past. It turned out that its target was the Ba Mansion.
In the carriage, Governor Fu Yi of Ba County waved his hand and lowered the curtains. He gradually sat upright with his leaning body, "Ba Shi, Mrs. Qing, Ba Qing, hoo~"
The Ba family is powerful, controlling a large amount of salt industry and cinnabar industry, and has thousands of armed forces under its command. It is considered a first-class family with a far-reaching reputation throughout Bashu.
The clan leader died unexpectedly, and the remaining four of the five Ba County clans will definitely not let go of such a God-given opportunity. The failure of the salt market has provided another good opportunity to launch an attack. Ba family needs the support of me, the county governor, at this time.
Mrs. Ba Qing, it’s up to you to decide.
Fu Yi had already been calculating in his mind, so he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and his body swayed slightly with the bumps of the carriage.
As the governor of Ba County, for such a big thing as the death of the Ba clan leader, he naturally had to come to express his condolences in person.
Not only did Fu Yi himself come, but also his son, Fu Ya, came with him.
"Father, Ba Mansion is about to arrive. Let's get off the car and walk." Fu Ya walked to the side of the carriage and asked for instructions from the curtain.
"Yes." Fu Yi opened his eyes, stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction, "Charioteer, stop the car."
The entire team stopped temporarily. Fu Yi bent over and walked out of the carriage, and with the help of his son, he stepped on the ground with his feet.
"But I still remember my father's instructions before I came here."
"Of course I remember."
Fu Ya let go of her father's hand, took two steps back, and replied: "In Ba's house, if the four clans of Fan, Zhuo (shěn), Xiang, and Zheng encounter difficulties in Ba's speech, the child will definitely serve Ba with enthusiasm.
Let’s talk.”
"Well, very good. Let's go."
…
At this time, inside the Ba Mansion, as Fu Yi expected, the other four families of the five Ba County clans, including Fan Yao and Zheng Zheng, had already come to visit him in the name of offering condolences.
"Sister Qing, according to the current intelligence, there are beasts of prey everywhere in traffic, and birds are constantly harassing us. The cost of circulation of all goods has increased significantly. If things continue like this, how will we do business with the Central Plains.
The beast disaster is so serious that no one of us can eliminate it. Only by working together to find out and eliminate the root causes of the beast disaster can we and other tribes have a way out in the future."
The speaker is tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a beard and short dark brown hair. He is dressed in green Sichuan brocade, has an armor on his left arm, and wears a dagger about a foot long at his waist.
He is the leader of the Zhao clan, Zhao Hong.
"Brother Zhao, you are the eldest brother that my husband respects. Since you have spoken, how can Qing not consider your proposal? It's just..."
With his eyes red from crying, Ba Qing lowered his head slightly towards Hao Hong, his nose twitched twice, and then he raised his head and forced a smile, "The five races have joined forces, which is of great importance. Now that my husband is newly deceased, my heart is in a mess.
, we can’t decide the matter at all. After the funeral ceremony is over, I will gather the clan members and have a good discussion before giving you an answer."
Ba Qing is also a rare beauty. Her long burgundy hair is tied behind her head, with two white jade hairpins. She is full in heaven, has plump cheeks, and has a graceful temperament.
At this time, her two willow eyebrows were drooping, and her phoenix eyes were somber and sparkling, as if she had absorbed the sorrow of the entire Xiangjiang River. I really felt pity for her when I saw her.
"this……"
Haohong stared straight into his big eyes, and when he met Ba Qing's clear and sparkling eyes, he felt unbearable.
At this time, Fan Wei, the leader of the Fan clan among the four clans, took over and said: "Mrs. Qing, it will be at least ten days and a half until the funeral ceremony of my husband is over. Under the current situation, we don't have ten days and a half to waste.
"
Xiang Zhi, the leader of the Xiang clan, also followed up and echoed: "Yes, the disasters caused by wild beasts are not just in one house or one place, but are everywhere, and even in the waterways, huge water monsters are heard to appear.
Taking into account the previous quarter, the salt produced in the entire Ba County was unsaleable in the Central Plains, and all of us suffered huge losses. Such an urgent situation does not allow us to waste time."
The last one, Zheng Jie, the head of the Zheng clan, looked at Ba Qing with squinted eyes, and sneered in his heart with his hands behind his back: Batong, Batong, it’s such an unlucky thing for you to die. Hum, this huge Ba Qing legacy can only be achieved by Ba Qing.
How could she, a mere woman, be able to defend herself?
Among the five tribes of Ba County, the Ba family is the most powerful. Now, Ba Tong, the leader of the Ba family, has died, and it coincides with an unprecedented natural and man-made disaster. The family members are so actively planning to join forces. In addition to working together to deal with this
crisis, another major purpose is naturally to carve up Basketball's foundation.
When the five ethnic groups unite, there must be a spokesperson to discuss the specific responsibilities each family will bear in dealing with disasters, and how they will receive benefits based on their merits afterwards. Having lost the backbone of the Ba family, in such a group, it is inevitable that he will be
Divided destiny.
Just when Zheng Jie was about to speak, a call came from outside, "The Sheriff is here~"
At this moment, everyone in Ba's house turned their eyes to the door.
Ba Qing closed his eyes slightly, held his heart in one hand, lowered his other hand to pinch his sleeves, and said to himself: Sure enough, the four tribes will not let this opportunity go. Fu Yi will not let it go either.
The arrival of Fu Yi at this time can undoubtedly save him from the siege. However, Ba Qing knows very well that Fu Yi, as a county guard, is not a good thing. The four tribes came to divide their own interests, and Fu Yi is no different.
Only by grasping the strong connections, mediating, and leveraging others' strength can he survive this crisis and preserve the foundation of Papua New Guinea in such a situation.
Fu Yi walked into the house, with his son behind him one step behind. Seeing the four patriarchs there, he pretended to be surprised and saluted quickly, "It turns out that the four patriarchs have already arrived, but it was Fu who was late. Madam Qing, please forgive me."
.”
Ba Qing squeezed his eyes hard, stepped forward and bowed his head in greeting, "Your Majesty the Sheriff."
She only said four words of title, choked up in her mouth, turned her head and said, "Please, Lord Sheriff."
Fu Yi glanced at the four clan leaders, his expression remained unchanged, he stepped forward to signal Ba Qing to stand up, and then walked into the hall.