Wang Wu sneered "hehe" and almost gritted his teeth.
From his few words, Yang Prison knew what exactly happened when Wang Wu went to see Liu Wenpeng.
It's nothing more than suppressing bandits with no money, no food, and no manpower.
only……
"Why did your Excellency take over this hard job of suppressing bandits?"
Yang Prison was a little confused.
The Ming Dynasty only controlled local areas at the county level. Most of the villages below were governed by clans, and the stronger bandits mostly hid in the mountains.
The weaker ones mostly hide in the countryside. They are civilians during farming and bandits during leisure time. Suppressing bandits is more difficult than ordinary people imagine.
In particular, under the pretext of looking for a son, Liu Wenpeng not only had no food and salary, but also no pension when he died.
Such a demanding job, if there was no way around it, I would never do it.
"Do you think the Lian Sheng Cult only has the power of the outer city?"
Wang Wu sneered:
"The villages that have been most poisoned by the Liansheng Cult are the villages. If the banditry is not resolved, once the Liansheng Cult is launched, Black Mountain will collapse in an instant!"
"Is it just for the sake of pity?"
Yang Yu's eyes flickered and he was doubtful.
Using oneself to save others, Yang Prison thought to himself, if he was the head catcher and met a county magistrate like Liu Wenpeng, it would be best not to give up the challenge.
It is even less possible for him to take on the job of suppressing bandits.
In particular, this Wang Wu was not the head catcher of Heishan County, and Liu Wenpeng had no authority to govern him. He should not have agreed to such harsh conditions.
In this world, are there really people who sacrifice themselves for others?
"Of course there are other reasons. But you..."
Wang Wu glanced at Yang Yu, patted his belly, and stopped talking.
"Other reasons, what could they be?"
Thoughts were swirling in Yang Yu's mind, but he was slightly worried.
The Liansheng Sect is deeply entangled and has been infiltrated into both the inner and outer cities. I am afraid that not a few small country squires like the Yang family will defect.
What he was most worried about was Mr. Liu.
Based on what he has seen and heard in the past year or so, he does not think that Mr. Liu has any bottom line in character. If Lianshengjiao is willing to commit suicide, it may not be impossible for him to switch sides.
If he also fell in love with the Liansheng Cult...
As soon as he thought of this, a great urgency suddenly arose in Yang Yu's heart, and he felt that the storm was coming, making him somewhat short of breath.
"Pa~"
Wang Wu slapped his belly: "Why, are we just standing and talking like this?"
"You must have not eaten yet? Why don't we chat while we eat?"
Yang Yu came to his senses and pointed to the restaurant not far away.
Liu Wenpeng was so stingy that it was not easy for him to give up some fruits, so naturally he would not leave a group of people to eat.
At this time, the sun was rising, and the two of them were indeed hungry.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, Yang Yu regretted it. He suddenly remembered that this king's five arresters had a huge appetite.
But by this time, it was too late to regret, so I could only bite the bullet and order a large table of food and drinks.
Just watching Wang Wu sweep away the meat and wine that was enough for seven or eight big men, like a wind and a cloud.
Still a little bit tongue-tied.
"The appetite of adults is truly astonishing."
The corners of Yang Yu's mouth twitched and he put down his chopsticks.
It is normal for people who practice martial arts to eat two or three times more than ordinary people. This is the case for him.
It's just that this king's appetite is more than ten times greater than his.
"People who practice martial arts naturally have a larger appetite. A martial artist's energy and blood are like those of an ox, and their arms weigh a thousand pounds. If they can't keep up with eating and drinking, their blood and energy will be exhausted sooner or later."
While the food was being served, Wang Wu picked his teeth and said:
"The hard external exercises you practice are not to increase your strength. However, if it allows you to spread your blood energy throughout your body, you won't laugh at someone who eats too much!"
"Qi and blood like an ox?"
Yang Yu's eyes brightened slightly: "Five levels of foundation building?!"
I want you to be convinced by the Qi Lu. There was a few words, which seemed to mention that the 'qi and blood are like cattle' belong to the so-called 'Five Levels of Foundation Building'.
"The qi and blood are like an ox, a tiger, an elephant, a dragon, and a furnace. These are the five levels of foundation building that are often said."
After eating and drinking, Wang Wu was in a much better mood. While thinking about the suppression of bandits, he said casually:
"The so-called thirteen levels of blood exchange and five levels of foundation building. Why, your teacher never told you?"
Thirteen exchanges of blood, five levels of foundation building?
That’s what it says.
Yang Yu's heart moved, but he remembered the recipe in the Cauldron of Gluttony.
He remembered that the name of the recipe seemed to be ‘Nine Cows and Two Tigers’!
"Okay, okay. If you still don't understand, go ask your master. I've told you enough."
Seeing that Yang Yu seemed to still have the heart to ask questions, Yang Yu waved his hand impatiently:
"You go back and make repairs. After seven days, you can go out of the city to suppress the bandits. Don't miss the time."
Suppressing bandits is never easy, especially in a complex place like Montenegro, where intelligence, maps, etc. must be prepared.
Seven days of preparation time is already very urgent.
"I must hurry up..."
Saying goodbye to Wang Wu, Yang Yu murmured in his heart.
Instead of going home directly, he turned around and went to the blacksmith shop. An hour later, he returned home carrying large and small bags.
Seeing that he was in a hurry, Grandma Yang was a little worried. Yang Yu comforted her, and then the old woman reluctantly relaxed and brought the food.
In fact, she has seen Yang Yu's changes in the past six months.
Not only did he grow taller, but he also became stronger. His whole body was upright and strong, giving people a sense of vitality.
Because of this change, she suppressed her worries and watched Yang Yu soaking in the big tank every day.
After a hasty meal, Yang Yu returned to the room, closed the door and window, and then carefully took out a cloth bag from his arms.
"This is a huge investment..."
Yang Yu's eyes were full of heartache.
This pocket of gold beads completely used up his two ingots of gold.
If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the bandits, he would never have been willing to just melt the two hard-earned gold ingots.
Although gold, silver, and copper can be called upon, gold is more valuable than silver, and copper is the cheapest.
One tael of silver, one thousand yuan, this is just the official price, but in fact, due to the proliferation of private minting, the value of copper has depreciated sharply.
It often takes two to three thousand dollars to exchange for one tael of silver.
Gold also exceeds the official price.
The gold he just got was gone before he could even warm it up. How could Yang Yun not feel distressed?
"I hope you are worthy of my gold."
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he put the golden beads within reach before slowly closing his eyes and entering the Cauldron of Gluttony.
He reached out and grasped the ghost-headed sword.
With his father's decades of sword-wielding skills, and during the refining process, the decapitating sword technique is incomparably suited to him.
Yang Yu's progress is much faster than refining other ingredients.
It was only the insufficient energy storage of the Cauldron of Gluttony that held him back.
According to his estimate, it would take him at least two months to completely refine this ghost-headed sword based on the iron beads he swallowed every day.
"Seven days..."
For the next seven days, Yang Yu put aside everything else and returned to staying at home.
In fact, the fire in the stove where the medicinal solution was boiled was kept burning for seven days.
After all the bags of golden beads were eaten, and all the medicinal materials prepared at home were consumed, finally, on the seventh day, Yang Yu completely refined the ghost-headed sword.