Martyr's Hall, in the Book Pavilion.

"Zhangfu in the east of the city, the family advocates constantly, up and down two generations, 30 years of business, mainly silk, covering the silk village of Wuyin Sancheng!"

"The Xu family in the west of the city, the head of the family, Xu Lin, has a lame left leg, nicknamed the lame, a generation of casters, and a weapon casting that monopolizes the county government!"

"The Gong family in the north of the city, the head of the Gong family, runs a grain farm, has a good relationship with the Wuyin clan, controls the import and export of grain in this county and other counties, and is rich enough to rival the county treasury!"

“……”

Mu Jing sat on the Taishi chair, flipping through the household registration information in his hand, his eyes were deep, his thoughts were turning, and he looked very carefully.

With these household registration information, the distribution of the business strength of the entire Wuyin in front of him is clear at a glance.

As for why he wanted to check this, there was naturally a reason.

Since ancient times, the training of the army has been indispensable for economic backing.

The two forces are not only fighting military strength, but also the strength of the competition, strength includes military strength, financial resources, it takes too much to arm an elite army, military salaries, weapons, horses, armor, and consumables during training, all need strong financial resources to support.

Therefore, if Mushan wants to expand his strength, then the premise must be financially supported, and those scholars in the county town have vaguely gone to the opposite side, and they want them to fund and support, which is a bit wishful thinking.

Mujing should naturally go back to his old business.

He was originally a businessman, and he was a businessman who was difficult to succeed, the name of a genius businessman was not blown out by himself, he started from scratch in his previous life, and he stood tall in the business world in less than a year, all because of his keen desire to make money.

"Brother Zong!"

After a long time, Mu Jing picked out a few files, handed them to Tan Zong, and said: "The background of these families, the scale of business, the direction of business routes, and the conduct and temper of the family members, all check for me, I want to be more careful!" ”

"No!"

Tan Zong looked at it, there were five parts in total, which meant that these five were more special, he nodded.

"It's just a few businessmen, so why pay so much attention to it?" Lei Hu didn't quite understand.

Before Lei Gong joined the Yellow Turban Army, he was actually from the Shi clan, but it was in decline for many generations, and in this generation, Lei Gong was a freak who liked martial arts and hated literature, and was later oppressed by the family, and joined the Yellow Turban Army after the family was broken, but he was still a scholar in his bones.

Therefore, Lei Hu's son was influenced by it, and he had some beliefs in agriculture and business, and did not hate farmers or long-term workers, but he was quite contemptuous of the businessmen.

"Brother Huzi, don't underestimate them!"

Mu Jing smiled and said, "They may be our good partners in the future!" ”

His soul comes from the future, and no one knows better than him the advantages of the existence of capital when he comes back from that world of capital.

Lei Hu pursed his lips, although he did not refute, but he could already see that he was somewhat unconvinced.

Mu Jing just smiled, some concepts need to be changed slowly.

"Brother Zong, you and my strip, go to Uncle Zhang to pay ten gold, do this matter well, the information must be clear, and be careful in doing things, those scholars in the city have a lot of grievances against their fathers, especially when we destroy the Zhu family, it can be regarded as provoking their bottom line!"

"Don't be in charge, I understand!"

Tan Zong nodded, he was a little ruthless, but he was absolutely loyal to the father and son.

It was Mushan who picked him up from the pile of dead people, his father, uncle, all died in the battle of Wancheng, he was just a loner, in his heart, Mushan was his father, although Mujing was young, but he regarded him as a brother.

……

Afternoon.

Mu Jing and Lei Hu entered the city.

This time they entered the city to catch medicine, Mu Jing recently felt that some of the recent exercises had reached a bottleneck, and there was always some feeling in his heart, as if he was going to take that step, but he couldn't take it, so he planned to grab some yams that strengthened his muscles and bones to bathe.

It is normal for people who practice martial arts to be assisted by herbs.

"It used to be too boring in the mountains, but the county is still lively!" Lei Hu's tiger eyes flashed, and he said with some excitement.

"Wuyin is indeed a relatively lively county!"

Mu Jing smiled.

There are two major markets in Wuyin, one is the east city market, the other is the north city market, the two markets are very lively, undertaking the caravan from the south to the north, this place connects Nanyang Runan, and the business is prosperous a lot.

They walked to the East Market, where people came and went, rubbing shoulders, and it was quite lively.

Soon he walked to a medicine shop.

Grabbed a pair of pills.

This medicine is the prescription recorded in the Taiping Martial Arts Scripture, which is used to assist the martial artists in building the foundation, and the medicine is not cheap, and they spent more than 5,000 yuan to grasp the medicine.

The two had just walked out of a pharmacy when they bumped into a group of soldiers.

Led by Zhao Ping.

"Uncle!" Mu Jing hurriedly greeted.

"Less in charge!"

Zhao Ping hurriedly stopped and saluted Mu Jing in return, although now they are no longer the grass and the golden remnants on the Mushroom Mountain, but for the Mushan father and son, they still retain the title of big master and less master, which is their most respectful.

"Uncle, what are you ......" Mu Jing looked at Zhao Ping behind him, more than a dozen soldiers, three carts, the carts were covered with straw mats, and under the straw mats, the smell of rotten flesh was emanated, and this breath was so rushing, it was obviously a corpse.

"The corpses that floated up from the Xiaoqing River, a total of five corpses, it seems that they have been dead for two days, and the identity is not clear yet, but since it happened in the territory of Wuyin, it is the matter of our county government!"

Zhao Ping's face was slightly bitter, but since Mu Jing asked, he wouldn't hide it, after all, since they stood firm in Wuyin, they didn't treat Mu Jing as a young man, he began to complain a little bitterly: "My thief Cao has just taken office, and he has encountered such an unlucky thing, this time it's troublesome, the big boss in the county government has just gained a foothold, and there is a county Cheng Meng Wu pressing on it, if you can't solve this case, you must give them a reason to make trouble!" ”

He's a thief.

Among the county officials, in addition to the four officials of the county order, the county officer, the county lieutenant, and the chief book, most of the others are officials, among which the thief Cao and Gong Cao are ranked relatively forward, and the thief Cao is responsible for arresting thieves and solving some homicides, which is equivalent to the role of the public security director in later generations.

"I'll take a look!"

Mu Jing was a little curious, after all, it was not on the battlefield, five people died at one time, this can be regarded as a big case, his father had just arranged for Zhao Ping to be a thief, and such a big thing happened, if the case could not be solved, what would be lost was the prestige of his father Mu Shan.

He came up, uncovered the straw mat, and looked at the corpse under the straw mat, it was a bearded man, dressed in cloth, who had been floating in the water for two days, his skin was very pale, and there was no blood at all, as if he had been drained of blood.

"Death through the chest?" Mu Jing said in a low voice.

"I've seen it, and all five of them have been pierced in the chest with sharp weapons!" Zhao Ping nodded and said.

"But the wound on this chest is very strange, it doesn't look like a scar from a gun, a sword, a knife, or a weapon!"

Mu Jing took a closer look and frowned slightly: "And where do I seem to have seen this wound shape?" ”

"You've seen it?"

Zhao Ping's eyes widened, and he was suddenly a little excited, he was worried that he didn't have a clue to investigate, if he could trace it from the fierce qi, maybe it would also be a direction: "Where has the young master seen it?" ”

"I think about it, it seems to be...... I remember, it's the Taiping Martial Arts! ”

Mu Jing tried hard to recall, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and hurriedly said: "This wound should be the scar of the Taiping Hook, the Taiping Martial Arts Book records the shape of the Taiping Hook, and the shape on this wound is exactly the same!" ”

"Taiping Hook?"

When Zhao Ping heard this, his face changed.

Although he is not a Yellow Turban Army from Taiping Dao, he has heard of some Taiping stunts, one of which is the Taiping Hook, the Taiping Hook is a weapon, and it is also a martial art, which was the martial art of the three Zhang brothers back then, how can it appear on these people now?

"Uncle, this matter is not simple, it involves Taiping Dao, it must not be a trivial matter, you still carry them to see your father, my father should be more familiar with the martial arts of Taiping Dao than me!"

"Hmm!"

Zhao Ping nodded, waved his hand, and hurriedly asked his soldiers to carry these corpses and head towards the county office.