Three hundred and forty-one town three mountains thirty-four
After Wu Erlang came down from the mountain, Xiaoyao Mountain, which was guarded by Jiangbei Slope, was even more tightly guarded than usual. The dozens of people who accompanied him down the mountain and the remaining hundreds of minions were divided into three shifts. The original number of outpost checkpoints remained unchanged. Secret sentries and scouts were called several times, and the mountain patrol team kept going day and night. The sentry troops were deployed even as far as ten miles away from the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain, and everyone was equipped with fast horses and arrows.
At the insistent request of Master Jiang from Jiangbei Po, the craftsmen on the mountain worked day and night and spent several days building a ropeway from the mountain to the bottom.
Although in the eyes of most people, this ropeway, which cannot even carry the weakest people on the mountain, is a worthless thing, no one dares to question it, because those who disobey are fed to the belly of the mountain. Fat, round wild dog.
"According to Master's instructions, the smarter ones among the young ones have all spread out to move around within a radius of fifty miles. Once they find any signs of troop movements nearby, they will return to the mountain to report. It will only take six or seven hours at most."
After Cheng Qian finished speaking, he picked up the teapot that was cooling on the table nearby and drank heavily. However, before he could wait to wipe his mouth, he heard these words again:
"Six or seven hours? I'm afraid that by then the people who came back to report the news will still be hanging around in the street with knives on their necks." Jiang Beipo, who tapped his knuckles on the table, said expressionlessly, "Three and a half hours, in the stable. The remaining horses were given out, and those who did not receive them rented them with money on a daily basis, and the money came from the mountains."
Cheng Qian put down the rough porcelain teapot in his hand and looked embarrassed. Compared with the other mountains in Liuxia County, Xiaoyao Mountain is famous for being a rich man and a poor man. He does not engage in robbing families and homes, but robbing the rich and giving to the poor. I did a lot of work, and whenever there was gold, silver, and silk, I scattered it evenly to the mountains. At present, the cash available for expenses in the Xiaoyao Mountain warehouse is less than two thousand taels, and Master Jiang still has to divide the small amount of money. Spend half of it and build a cableway up and down the mountain. You can't completely wipe out the little money you have left in Xiaoyao Mountain just because of renting horses.
"A few days ago, I robbed and killed the team and the escort team, and the proceeds from the registration in the warehouse were very little." Jiang Beipo's hands kept moving, and his words were careless, "Even the final reward for the brothers who went down the mountain was from the warehouse." Could it be that the old things that Wu He Escort Bureau took out were actually air escorts?"
Cheng Gan, who also wanted to ask the two men at the foot of the mountain to save some money, had to swallow all the words on his lips about the whereabouts of the goods taken by the bodyguard they robbed and why they were so delayed at the foot of the mountain. After more than ten days, he and Ye Chenliang, who went down the mountain with him, knew this very well. Cheng Qian, who was still a little worried about whether he could get through with less than 30% of the goods with less than 30% of the goods, saw that Jiang Beipo and Wu Erlang didn't care at all. After all, They are also among the top family leaders in Xiaoyao Mountain. They pocket some money privately, but it is nothing more than a trivial matter, and it is nothing more than ordinary.
Unexpectedly, Master Jiang of Jiangbeipo saw it, but he didn't say it at the time. Now when Xiaoyaoshan's warehouse is stretched, he used words to attack him. His feelings are that he is used as a purse to store money? If he insists on keeping Jiangbei's money, Po may not have a way to take it out, but after the king returns to the mountain, Cheng Qian, the fifth leader of the family, may have to sit on pins and needles.
Changing the two nearby hills, Cheng Qian could have just walked away like he used to hang out in a few second- and third-rate sects to serve as worshippers, moving dead trees and moving living things. For someone with such hard skills as him, Wu Ren, where is the Jianghu Gate in Suzhou?
Doesn’t everyone in the sect have to treat him with courtesy? Although a well-known and upright sect may sound nice, but after all, he is dependent on others, and he will inevitably feel weak and weak. Until that day, he couldn’t bear it anymore and broke the arm of the heir apparent to the big boss in the well-known and upright sect. It just so happened that the perverse direct descendant was the extremely favored youngest son of the deputy head of the sect...
Cheng Qian, whose status was only slightly better than that of Moliu Zongzong, could no longer hang out in Suzhou's Jianghu. He wanted to find a mountaintop and occupy it as his king to avoid the limelight for a year and a half, but then he went down the mountain. Gods and ghosts made his way to the place where he had no name at first. In Xiaoyao Mountain, Wu Erlang, who had just managed to win over dozens of people, was able to subdue him with more than ten strokes, and he naturally took the fifth place in Xiaoyao Mountain.
Witnessing with his own eyes the transformation of Xiaoyao Mountain from a few dozen old and weak people to a few hundred strong soldiers now, Cheng Qian finally saw the abilities of Jiang Beipo and Wu Erlang, masters and kings. One article and one article of military force, if placed in front of Jiazi. During the Warring States Period, one might be an important minister of the monarch of a small country. Whether it was Cheng Qian, the sissy Ye Chenliang, or the young man who was favored by Master Jiang who recently came to the mountain, they were far less interested in Xiaoyao Mountain than Master Jiang and the king. Words are indispensable.
Those heartless minions, now everyone has far more money than the well-off families at the foot of the mountain. Which of the little bosses with a little status doesn't start with a few hundred taels of silver?
What can best win over the hearts of these minions who have lived through bad days are the tangible benefits. This is why almost everyone in Xiaoyaoshan, big and small, is following the shaved Toutuo wholeheartedly. But these are the only things Have people ever thought that they were not born in troubled times, and the Sixteen Prefectures of Dayao were still stable. Several unsuccessful campaigns only represented the corruption of Suzhou officialdom. It was passed on from above... Can this ragtag group of people really withstand the government's all-out efforts to suppress them several times?
"I saved about three to four thousand taels of silver before going up the mountain and in the past two years on the mountain. I don't have much expenses on weekdays. I just used it to provide emergency relief on the mountain." Cheng Qian handed it over to Ye Chen without thinking much. Liang made most of the proceeds from the private sale of Wu and Escort's goods, and he didn't forget to bring along Ye Chenliang's fellow, "The Third Master has been in our mountain for a while, so he must have a lot of money. If Mr. Jiang still has some If there is any shortage, we can make up for it.”
As for the fifth master who has recently come to the mountain, he looks like a young boy who has just entered the world, but his sword skills on the battlefield can actually make Master Jiang, who wields the epee, find it difficult. He is not a person who can be underestimated. If you can win over someone, Second, I won't be able to stand up straight all day long, so I won't be able to add insult to injury to Master Jiang.
"Three to four thousand taels of silver, after building the cableway, only a few hundred taels will be left..." Jiang Beipo said thoughtfully.
Cheng Gan slapped the table and said righteously: "There is still one thousand taels of silver, which was originally a coffin book left for myself. Since we are in a hurry to use the silver, we don't want this coffin!"
"The Fourth Brother understands justice well, and I admire him."
"There is one more thing I don't know whether to say or not."
"Tell me."
"These few thousand taels of silver won't last long enough to cover the expenses of our entire mountain. When the king, third brother and their entourage return to the mountain..."
“It may not be possible to come back.”
Jiang Beipo gently rubbed the acupuncture points next to his temples with his fingertips. Jiang Beipo, who looked extremely tired, waved his sleeves and left after saying these words that shocked Cheng Qian.
, the latter was left to ponder and click on the spot for a long time. In the end, he still couldn't figure out what Master Jiang meant, so he could only smile bitterly and go down the mountain to urge those minions who were lazy from time to time to work harder.
Jiang Beipo walked in a hurry on the mountain path, and the Xiaoyaoshan gangsters who met him sideways and avoided. They were already resentful of Master Jiang, who had strict rules. Even if they didn't dare to show it openly, privately His words were full of hatred. Naturally, it was impossible to say hello to Master Jiang, who could only be called the king without a tiger in the mountains.
Jiang Beipo, who had not closed his eyes for many days and nights, walked to the door of the quiet room. More than ten steps away, there was an overwhelming stench and the buzzing of countless insects.
This place is already a forbidden area for the gangsters in Xiaoyao Mountain. Since Wu Erlang came down from the mountain, no one except Master Jiang has dared to approach it. The smell is also unpleasant. Some bold gangsters once approached this house while patrolling at night. I wanted to take a closer look, but I was frightened out of my mind by the intermittent whimpering coming from inside the house. After it was passed around, no one took a peep.
When Jiang Beipo opened the door, an even greater stench swept over his face, and he closed the door without changing his expression.
He didn't even light a lamp, so he exposed himself to such a stench and darkness.
There was a rustling sound in front of him, but Jiang Beipo seemed not to notice it. He turned sideways and opened the red lacquer food box he had brought, carefully took out the exquisite porcelain bowl that was still steaming, placed it on the ground, and took a step back.
The rustling movement only lasted for a moment and then stopped. The broken human figure tremblingly stretched out his hand to reach for the bowl, and then like a frightened little animal, he quickly curled up back to the corner of the quiet room away from Jiangbei Slope, and picked up the bowl. Come and greedily suck the thick rice soup while looking at the figure standing quietly with fear.
The smell of filth and rotten flesh and maggots irritated Jiang Beipo's nostrils all the time, but he still had great patience with the human figure, standing so far away without making any noise, so that the former could enjoy the bowl of victory with some peace of mind. But there are countless delicious rice soups in the world.
The sucking sound stopped, and the broken figure huddled in the corner did not dare to make any more noise.
"Keep the piece of broken porcelain to deal with the wild dogs on the roadside. After you come down from the mountain, you can report to the official or return to Jinzhou, it's up to you." Jiang Beipo put down the food box gently, "There are bundles of clothes in it, and some... Forget about plasters for external wounds and swords for self-defense, otherwise I'm afraid many minions will have their throats cut on Xiaoyao Mountain."
After a long silence, hoarse laughter came from the corner, but it was sad and not at all joyful.
"They...they are all dead...I am still alive, alive..."
One dart will kill both men and horses, but the dart leader will survive alone.
Even if it’s just living, what’s the point?
He picked up the broken piece of porcelain, held it against his throat, and scratched it.
....
Who can really see through the matter between life and death?
Jiang Beipo came out of the house, looked up at the moon, and sighed.