The dry and cold wind outside made Saburo shiver violently.
Mr. Fu'an followed Saburo closely, saying that the fourth master did not avoid him in this matter because he hoped that he could assist the third master in handling the matter more efficiently.
"Sir, following me will disappoint you, right?" Saburo turned his head and looked over.
Mr. Fu'an was stunned for a moment, but said calmly: "Young Master's choice is not a mistake."
Only then did Sanlang smile bitterly: "I once saw a Tibetan Mastiff on the road... It was a mastiff. It looked very majestic, more majestic than a lion. I was really moved to my heart. At that time, I thought, no matter how much money I spend,
, I want to take it home. The result..." He looked at Mr. Fu'an, "Sir, do you know what the result will be?"
"Almost killed the owner?" Mr. Fu'an turned around and asked.
Sanlang sniffed and chuckled, "As expected of you, sir, he is smart. Yes, I was almost bitten to death by that guy. A blind mother-in-law picked it up on the mountain and brought it back to him to raise. Because I can afford it.
The mother-in-law's son and daughter-in-law sold it to me for a big price behind the old woman's back. I couldn't take it away, so I gave it food. But after all the hard work, I brought it home, and it pounced on me as soon as it woke up.
, If it weren’t for the help of my family’s protector... my family, I would have died long ago.” In fact, it was indeed hit by the anesthesia QIANG. “At that time, my old... dad, told me a truth, I can master it myself.
Don't touch anything that doesn't live. Because that's playing with fire. Fire can burn others, and it can also burn yourself. If you accidentally light a fire and find that you can't put it out, run away and wait for someone with the ability.
Only by extinguishing it can you be saved. In the past, I didn’t understand this and always thought the old man was verbose. Until now, I seem to vaguely understand the meaning of this. "He has always been playing with fire.
"It's chaos down there, and I can't control it. I want to control it, but I don't have the ability to control it. If I really want to control it, they won't accept it. The result of disobeying control is the same as buying that mastiff dog. People don't recognize their owners, and I will suffer backlash."
.In order to save my life...I can only rely on the help of others."
"Besides, Shiro is more trustworthy than others. For the sake of his brothers, he will not kill everyone. As long as I behave. People like me who have been emperors are dead to others. I have no other choice.
There’s a good way to go.”
As he said that, he sniffed again and turned to look at Mr. Fu'an who looked surprised, "Will you help me?"
Mr. Fu'an calmed down the expression on his face, "That's natural."
He felt that it was difficult for him to position Yin Sanlang. At the moment, it was hard to tell whether he was a smart person or a stupid person.
But Saburo felt unspeakable in his heart. After such a long period of wandering, he really wanted to be at ease. He wanted a soft bed and a few clean and delicious meals. At night, he could sleep peacefully.
, he is not afraid of the enemy attacking in the middle of the night, or having his head picked off by his subordinates. When he wakes up in the morning, no matter it is sunny or rainy, he can stretch himself freely. Every day, his mind does not have to think about how to win over this, coordinate
That. I only think about what to eat today, what to play, which friend to go out for a walk with, and which beautiful woman to have sex with. It’s better than the current situation, dancing with wolves all day long. How is this a human life?
Thinking about it now, since entering this unlucky world, the most peaceful days were actually the days nestled in that small mountain village, that farmhouse. It was comfortable, cozy and peaceful.
He cursed in a low voice, "The novels are fucking lies. The ancients were not stupid at all. He can't even play with those mud-legged people." Otherwise, in the same family environment, why would Shiro be more capable than himself?
Well. Look at how respectful his subordinates are to him. It makes him dissatisfied.
Sanlang quietly returned to Handan City. In the inner office, Shuang'er was still awake, wrapped in a big cloak and waiting anxiously at the entrance of the courtyard. The patrolling guards walked past her in pairs, and then gathered together.
He was laughing and joking, obviously commenting on her.
These people are too bold.
Shuang'er moved her feet in uncomfortably. She was afraid that something like the drunk man who wanted to lift up his skirt to see how big her feet would happen would happen again.
She knows how badass these people are. Don't you think it's strange that the young master would like a girl with big feet like her?
Young Master has already said that people with small feet are all disabled, and he doesn't have a perverted attitude toward disabilities.
Of course she would not say this to others. However, these people dared to be so unscrupulous to her. In the final analysis, it was not because she had no reputation.
Seeing Saburo coming back from a distance, she hurried over to greet him, "Sir, you are back."
Sanlang patted Shuang'er's hands absentmindedly, and the two of them walked inside together.
A docile and sweet girl saw the two people entering the house and quickly handed them the hot soup with a smile.
"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Zhao." Sanlang took it and drank it. Looking at the two beautiful girls, he said viciously in his heart, for their sake, he had to eradicate these hungry wolves so that he could have a rich and stable life.
environment.
Cold weapons are too scary.
This time, he summoned these subordinates in the name of recruiting peace.
The fourth master besieged the city of Handan, and this could not be hidden from anyone. And since he left the city late at night, people who were interested would naturally know about it.
Rather than making them suspicious, it is better to be generous and invite people to discuss. This was the advice Mr. Fu'an gave him.
The front hall was filled with the smell of barbecue. Saburo had never liked this very much. The method of roasting the lamb was too rough, and it was a waste of money. The room smelled of mutton.
There was a small sachet with chrysanthemum petals hanging on his wrist. He put it under his nose and smelled it. The two big men sitting below immediately burst into laughter.
"Young Master is a young master, even if he is romantic and wanton, he can't compare with us." Wang Da looked at Li Wu on the other side and winked.
Li Wu pouted, "Tell me, these women are all the same..."
"Fart!" a bald man on the other side scolded, "If it tastes the same, why don't you care about your big-footed woman instead of picking on the wives and daughters of the rural gentry? It smells good, it smells bad...
"
Sanlang was so disgusted that he vomited it out. These people have no lower limit and are becoming more and more arrogant.
"Okay, bosses." Sanlang waved his hands, "Let's all eat meat and drink wine first. When everyone is here, let's talk about serious business."
Don't look at the fact that these people are staying in Handan, seemingly doing nothing. In fact, the brothers below them have been scattered to various places. Their respective powers are still quite solid. Because the people under them are all from the same clan, same clan, and same hometown, their foundation is very solid.
These leaders come together to join forces and cooperate. Each of them is not the strongest, so they hope to become a rope in this way. At the same time, as long as they join in, they will not be defeated by another group.
People attack and scrape.
And Saburo is the link between them. They usually communicate with each other, and when they have disputes over territory or interests, he will be the mediator.
There is no possibility for such a group of people to be of the same mind. They often have disputes with each other over one county or one township.
Saburo was already very worried.
As soon as he finished speaking, two more people came through the door, tearing at each other.
"... Damn it, you kid is so unreasonable. We agreed at the beginning that Kaifeng City belongs to all of us. When the spring comes, we can snatch it from the motherfucker. Now, that idiot next to you kid,
Where did you take the people? My people saw it, and they went to Kaifeng..."
"Stop spitting blood! Where my people have gone is none of your business! I said, why are you staring at me? Did I sleep with your wife or your sister..."
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of fists hitting the flesh.
Saburo could now watch them fight calmly without raising his eyelids.
"Everyone, stop it." Saburo shouted.
But those watching below are still watching the fun, and those gloating about schadenfreude are still gloating.
Sanlang sneered in his heart, but his voice became softer: "Stop fighting, it's useless to fight. The court is going to recruit people."
Recruitment?
The hall suddenly became silent.
"What? You don't want to?" Sanlang raised his head, "In order to find a way out for everyone, I personally went to the camp outside the city last night."
The imperial army was stationed outside the city, but these people were not worried because they had already planned their next stop, which was Kaifeng.
No robbery is allowed here, let's find another bank. This is the virtue!
"Recruitment? Bullshit!" Li Wu sneered, "Will our days be as comfortable as those of our brothers now?"
Sanlang smiled: "How can you feel comfortable being driven around like a lost dog? Today's wealthy life is stolen. I have never seen stolen things last forever. I would rather change to a long-lasting wealth.
Be a prince and a noble..."
"Can you really become a prince?" Wang asked hurriedly, even breathing a little heavier.
Sanlang secretly laughed in his heart. In fact, everyone is just like Song Jiang. No matter how good they are as bandits, they all want to have a serious background. "It doesn't mean that everyone can be a prince. It depends on each person's attitude.
Are you sincere or not? But even if you are not a prince, if you catch a marquis, a general, or even a brother under his command, you can become a member of hundreds of thousands of families. It is not as cost-effective as risking the lives of your brothers."
The most trustworthy people under their command are all brothers and nephews of the same clan, and everyone would feel sad if they were killed.
No matter how evil these people are, they still treat their family and brothers just like ordinary people. It's true.
After Sanlang finished speaking, he looked towards the door of the hall and saw Mr. Fu'an nodding slightly, and he felt relieved...