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Chapter 114

It is said that Jia Cong coaxed the bandit leader to come under the tree, sat down and rested for a while, looked at the man and said: "Brother leader, there is no one else here, how about we open the skylight and speak frankly? Who sent you?"

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The bandit leader was stunned. "What?"

Jia Cong waved his hand and said, "Obviously you are not a real bandit. You must have been sent by someone to cause trouble for us."

The bandit leader sneered: "Why am I not a real bandit?"

Jia Cong said: "You don't have the temperament of a bandit. Originally, you could be a person who accidentally became a bandit for some reason, but you still have the intention to pretend that you are a bandit. Therefore, it can only be sent by someone."

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The bandit leader only looked at him calmly.

"What you said just now, 'Even if I die, my brothers can get money to survive, so I don't have to worry about death.' You answered too quickly, too falsely, and too righteously. Pretending is my strength, so

I can tell better than ordinary people who is faking it. The bandit leader is not so righteous. Also," he glanced at the group of bandits below, "Although this group of bandits is large in number, they don't look like elite soldiers.

It's easy for the regular army to beat them. You look like a smart person at first sight. If you were their leader, why would you be willing to hit an egg on a stone? It's like asking them to die. Therefore," Jia Cong said with a smile, "Brother, the leader,

Who is behind you? Why did you come to cause trouble for us? There must be a purpose. Anyway, you are riding a tiger and it is difficult to get off. Why don't we all discuss it openly to see if we can find other ways to protect everything?"

The bandit leader's expression changed, and Jia Cong knew he was right, and he tried again: "How about we get to know each other, my name is Jia Cong, what about you?... Hey, stop pretending, your expression was clear just now.

That's right, you already knew that my name was Jia Cong. How did they tell you? Is the smartest kid Jia Cong?"

Seeing that he could no longer pretend, the bandit leader said, "Two children have come to Rongguo Mansion. The fat one is called Jia Cong."

Jia Cong glared and said, "Isn't Brother Huan fat? He is obviously very fat, but he is just a little thinner than me."

The bandit leader had no intention of discussing with him whether he was fat or not, so he ignored him.

Jia Cong said again: "Brother, leader, why are you singing this song? To bring shame to my cousin Gao, who was robbed under his own rule? Or there is another group of troops waiting behind the mountain, and they were beaten halfway.

Come out to help us fight, and then take the opportunity to get acquainted and build relationships? Or is there another group of people waiting behind the mountain, and come out to take advantage of the situation during the fight, and throw the blame on these ordinary bandits? I see that you don't have much murderous intent, and you don't think you are ready to kill us.

His life? Oh no, no, murderous intent came out as he said it. If you have something to say, please say it..."

The bandit leader sneered: "You are so talkative at a young age, so it would be easier for me to kill you with one blow!"

Jia Cong snorted: "Come on, you're not that afraid of death. Do you still want to live after I die? Can you think of something neat? You see, it's either not a fight or not. People on both sides are waiting. Besides,

, are you really not afraid of something going wrong? You want us to shoot ourselves into hedgehogs first? Hey, I’ve been talking for a long time and I still don’t want to say my name. Why don’t you tell me a pseudonym, or a nickname? What about Xiao Song Jiang?

Li Kui is thin, Lu Zhishen returns to secular life..."

The bandit leader waved his hand: "You don't need to spy on me. It's useless even if you listen to my pseudonym." He said, "I had a plan to get all these birthday gifts from you, but now it seems that it will come to nothing. That's all, as expected.

There are people outside, so I just thought of my trip today as a waste of time, and we will see you later." After saying this, he turned around and left.

Jia Cong grabbed him and said, "Wait! Brother, at least tell me whether you are from Ping'an Prefecture or from outside. If you are from Ping'an Prefecture, I will tell you something."

"What's the matter?" "Master Gao suddenly collected a lot of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes in the past two years, and he was deceived." Jia Cong said solemnly with a sullen face, "Now he has understood that he will not deceive the people again in the future. It's just that in the past

Those taken away will probably not be returned.”

The bandit leader had already taken two steps, but he paused after hearing this.

"In short, if you are really local people, you will naturally believe me when you see the tax exemption documents soon."

The bandit leader came back again: "Who deceived him?"

Jia Cong shook his head: "I really can't say this. Even if you give me your backstage, I can't say it."

The bandit leader hesitated for a while and said, "I am really a bandit."

Jia Cong glanced at him: "I don't believe it. It doesn't smell like a bandit. It's fake."

The bandit leader smiled bitterly and said, "That's all. Believe it or not, my intention was to get money." After saying that, he seriously withdrew and walked down.

Jia Cong hurriedly followed and shouted: "Hey, are you really not going to leave a name? The mountains and rivers will not turn around, and we may not be able to see each other again in the future. It doesn't matter which battalion general you are, generals rob ordinary things.

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The bandit leader almost stumbled.

Jia Cong saw it clearly and continued without waiting for his reaction: "My family has opened several antique shops. If you are really a bandit, we can still do business. You can't just exchange antique calligraphy and paintings for firewood, rice, oil and salt. If

Sell ​​it to a pawn shop, and the pawn shop won't cheat you? My antique shop's business is fair."

The bandit leader had stopped and looked back at him.

Jia Cong said very sincerely: "Nowadays, my family is really not as good as it used to be. However, it is still more or less a palace with a few noble relatives. We dare to do business that ordinary small antique shops dare not do."

He has been thinking about money laundering for a long time. This business is tailor-made for the current rich and powerful. Money is easy to make and does not require too much effort. The current chaos makes the court unable to care about such trivial matters. If the princes and princes

If you want to go your own way, money is the most important thing. It is inevitable that a large amount of money with unknown origins must be laundered. I am afraid that this bandit leader is just like Jia She Jia Si in the past, who was ordered to rob. People like him

There may not be only one, this business can be done.

The bandit leader looked at him carefully for a long time and said, "That's it, I can't be the master. We'll talk about it someday."

Jia Cong nodded repeatedly: "Okay! How about setting a password?"

The bandit leader said: "Please let Mr. Jia decide."

"Hmm... secret code... I'm afraid you'll be heartbroken and no one will help you wipe your tears?"

The bandit leader was stunned: "What kind of code is this? It's just three long whistles and two short whistles."

Jia Cong grinned, nodded and said: "Okay! I'll wait for you!" and made an OK gesture.

The two of them walked down one after another. Seeing their leader coming down in such a friendly manner, the bandits guessed that there would be no more fighting today, and some impatient ones began to pack their weapons. The leader only waved his hand, and his men

People clambered up the hillside and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The leader was riding a horse, and he hugged Jia Cong and said, "Jia Cong, I hope what you said is true, and the future will be long." He turned his horse away.

Seeing that he was gone, Gao Ying quickly asked: "Cong'er, what did you say to him?"

Jia Cong sighed softly and said sternly: "My cousin Gao will no longer collect excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes. Let him and the bandit brothers go back and find a way to clear their names and return to the countryside to live a good life." He looked at Gao Ying and said sternly.

, "My cousin already agreed that day, so I swore an oath that he would not cheat me."

Gao Ying hurriedly said: "After hearing what Weiss said that day, my father already understood it. He had already issued documents to remove many taxes. Maybe they came here late." He looked at the bandit leader's face again.

Xiang Xiang said regretfully, "It's great that you took advantage of the situation to recruit him just now. A group of ordinary bandits made him so skillful. If he comes back after recruiting him and let my father teach him, he can become a general."

Jia Cong rolled his eyes: "I have suffered so much for your family for two years now, and you just want to recruit me with just a few words? If you want to recruit me, why don't you wait until your cousin reduces the tax for half a year? If it's on your land, if

If he is really a good person, he will pop up sooner or later. At that time, he liked his cousin, so it would be easier to recruit him."

Gao Ying thought so and let it go. Everyone gave a false alarm, rectified their carriages and horses and moved forward.

Because this section of the road was not really a prosperous place, they only went to a very small village to spend the night at dusk. Thanks to Gao Ying who knew the way. There were only about ten households in this village and not many houses, so they gave the villagers a few extra

For some money, I rented three farmyards to rest and let the owners stay at relatives' houses. Fortunately, the land here is not valuable and the yards are not small.

After finishing cleaning up, Jia Cong was curious about what the village was like in ancient times. He took a walk around it while it was still dark and felt that the difference from hundreds of years later was not that big. Just as he was about to go back to his residence, he suddenly heard something in his ear.

There were three long and two short whistles, and I hurriedly looked up and looked around. I saw the bandit leader sitting under a big locust tree. He had changed into an ordinary villager's attire, which was quite rustic.

Jia Cong rushed over with a smile and gave a thumbs up: "Brother village man, you are very handsome!"

I've probably never seen such a shameless person before. I was stunned and said, "My surname is Zhong."

Jia Congxiao took a branch and drew the word "clock" on the ground: "Is that right?"

Zhong Heng couldn't help but chuckle, took the branch and wrote the word "Heng".

Jia Cong rolled his eyes: "With this name, do you believe that you are from an ordinary family?"

Zhong Heng sighed: "Forget it, I had no intention of telling Mr. Jia his name, and somehow..." He shook his head, "Zhong was ordered to discuss business matters with Mr. Jia."

Jia Cong nodded and asked, "Do you know my escort agency?"

Zhong Heng said: "Taiping Escort Bureau."

Jia Cong said: "Go to the Taiping Escort Bureau to find shopkeeper Jia Si."

Zhong Heng couldn't help but sigh: "The Pardon Committee really values ​​shopkeeper Jia Si."

Jia Cong said: "Of course, they have a life-long friendship. Well... well... there is a secret code. It's really a secret code, but it's just a little strange." He said embarrassedly, "The secret code is, Marvel was originally called Marvel.

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Zhong Heng frowned: "It's really strange."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "So there will be no accidental collision."

Zhong Heng nodded and asked again: "Are those small crossbows from the Gao family or yours?"

Jia Cong rolled his eyes: "Brother Zhong, do you think I will tell you such an important thing?"

Zhong Heng couldn't help but smile: "That's right." Then he stood up, patted the dust, walked slowly with his body hunched over, and his walking posture really looked like an ordinary villager.

Jia Cong looked at him for a long time, and then strolled back leisurely when he was gone.

That night, Jia Cong talked about Zhong Heng in detail with a group of confidants, and asked Gong Kun if he knew the name. Gong Kun frowned and thought for a long time, and said: "I have never heard of this name, so I might as well ask someone to find out.

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Jia Huan said: "It's just business anyway, so there's no need to make it so clear."

Gong Kun waved his hand and said: "It's not just business. Since he can change into farmer's clothes and wait there, it's obvious that he has been prepared. I'm afraid that Mr. Cong's guess has been correct. They still have back-ups, so be careful tonight.

That's it." He then went out and ordered everyone to pay close attention to everything, whether eating or drinking or people coming and going in the village. Everyone knew that he was the master, and when they saw him giving such solemn instructions, they all became more alert.

Yao'er heard that he insisted on keeping watch personally, but Jia Cong tried to persuade him for a long time but refused to listen. He had to tell him to bring a Western-style fire and a gun, and also gave him a telescope. Gao Ying already respected him and had never seen him during the trip.

He looked a little uneasy, and after thinking about it for a long time, he actually went on duty himself.

At night, everyone fell asleep. Nothing happened until three o'clock in the morning, when someone suddenly shouted: "There's a fire!"

The village suddenly became lively. There was a house smoking in the moonlight in the distance. Someone was howling and crying, and many dogs started barking together. Immediately, someone came over and called for help, asking them to help put out the fire.

Yao'er shouted: "Don't run around, I'm afraid there's a scam!"

The man shouted: "You are allowed to live in the village, but you strangers don't even want to help put out the fire?"

Yao'er stood in the moonlight and narrowed his eyes to look at him for a while. Suddenly, a flying knife was thrown at him, and he heard the man cover his arm with an "ouch". Before he could say anything, Yao'er said first: "I didn't."

I have seen villagers wearing boots like this, they are obviously from the military camp."

The man yelled only half a word, and immediately lost his voice when he heard the words.

Now Gao Li came over and couldn't help but exclaimed: "The thing from the military camp? Who is he?"

Yao'er said: "Anyway, he is just a villager."

The man hurriedly shouted: "These are ordinary boots. Where did they come from the military camp? When did the military camp control boots?"

Yao'er said, "I'm sorry, I just said something casually. The moon is not very clear today, and I only saw boots."

The man shouted again: "Can't ordinary villagers wear boots? We also have hunters in our village."

Yao'er said: "Of course villagers can wear boots, but they don't have to explain to me that half-day boots are not managed by the military camp, and they don't know that the military camp does not care about boots." After saying this, he looked up and saw that it was already dark in front of him.

Many people gathered around him. Then he sneered, "My brother still thinks Zhong Heng is a man."

I saw a man separated from the crowd and came over, saying: "It has nothing to do with Zhong Heng, he has already left quickly."

Yao'er said "Oh": "So, you are having a breakdown inside?"

The man sneered and said: "You don't have to worry about our affairs. Hand over your things if you have the sense to let you and your group go away safely."

Yao'er smiled softly: "It's important for people to know themselves. Judging from this alone, Zhong Heng is ten times better than you."

The man snorted, waved his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense, you can see the truth behind your hands!" He picked up the big knife in his hand and rushed over.

How can Gao Ying let Yao'er, a half-year-old child, fight with others? Furthermore, in his eyes, Mr. Jarvis is the military advisor of the future and cannot easily go to the battlefield. He is busy holding a gun and blocking the front: "Don't bully

Little kid, Gao will fight with you."

At this moment, Jia Cong and others had already gotten up, and taking advantage of their young age and short stature, they quietly wandered around these small courtyards. Good guy! There are many people here, and they are already surrounded by them.

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Jia Cong, the naughty boy in the Red Mansion


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