Wu Sanye stepped on the gravel ground under his feet hard, and after feeling the rebound force from the thin-soled cotton boots, he nodded with satisfaction, and then continued to walk forward with the person.

It is not easy to lay sand and gravel on a muddy river beach, which is labor-intensive and material-intensive, and most importantly, it costs money.

However, the third master finally paid the money. He is a bully with vision and dreams, and he firmly believes that his efforts will be rewarded enough.

The river beach that Wu Sanye is inspecting is called Zhangsu Beach.

This place is adjacent to the mouth of the Yangtze River. Due to the return of the sea water from time to time, the surrounding land could not grow crops, and as the days went by, Zhangsutan became a wasteland overgrown with thatch and reeds.

However, this place seems to be a wasteland, but in fact, there is something inside. There is a small island on the coast of Zhangsu Beach, which is also overgrown with trees. In the curving waterway between the island and the land, a wooden trestle sticks out secretly.

This is the private port. The location is good, the sight is hidden, and it is convenient for people from all walks of life to come here to do business in a private port.

The business of Zhangsutan Private Port is still very busy. Salt dealers from the north to the south would stop here, and the stolen goods would be brought in by the arrested bandits, and most of the fugitive slaves who planned to go by sea would come here to find a boat. In addition, some fishermen who can't stand the blackmail of the officials at the official wharf sometimes drop off their goods here – even though Zhangsutan also has to be pumped.

And the one who strongly maintains order here and benefits from it is Wu Sanye and his subordinates.

Wu Sanye's single name is a "fierce" character, which is Zuo Jinren's name. In the early years, this person gathered a group of loafers who did evil and did some unseemly deeds. One day about 10 years ago, when Wu Meng and his subordinates were hiding from officials in the reeds of Zhangsutan, I don't know who took the reeds: "This place is a good place to build a private port." ”

After that, there was today's Zhangsutan Private Port.

10 years. Wu Meng spent 10 years building this site, and regarded it as the capital for himself and his brothers to settle down. And Zhang Sutan did not live up to Wu Meng's expectations. This 200-acre river beach began to bring profits to Wu Meng at the beginning of the construction of the trestle.

Today, Wu Meng and Wu Sanye have taken advantage of the influence of this place to break through the huge number of people in the rivers and lakes, and have become a tycoon who sits on the ground and shares the spoils.

......

With about 10 subordinates, the third master inspected all the way to the dock according to the route he had to walk every day. The cold air of early spring was cold, the river was bleak, and even the wharf was much colder.

There were not many people by the trestle, and there were only two boats moored, a fishing boat and a clipper boat.

The fishing boat has finished unloading the fish, and the boat boss is lifting anchor and pulling the sails to leave. After seeing the third master and his party walking on the trestle, they also saluted the bow of the boat with a smile on their faces.

The third master is always kind to the people who come to send money, so he also waved his hand to the boat boss with a smile.

As for the other clipper, the third master glanced at the few elite sailors wearing hats and waist knives on the boat, and then glanced at the slender hull and the sackcloth bag that was being unloaded, and he already had a bottom in his heart.

"What's the way? Look at the noodles. After walking over, the third master asked sideways while opening the sack to inspect the goods.

"It's the first time I've seen it, and it's said that it was sent by the big dealer in Huainan to explore the way." Someone next to me immediately provided information.

"Hmm......" After grabbing a handful of fine salt grains from the sack, Wu Sanye nodded: as he judged, this group of people was indeed a salt dealer.

"Since it is a pathfinder, then give the price well." As a salt lord + fisherman complex, the third master will naturally not refuse to buy and sell. In fact, he is in a very good mood at the moment: this kind of refined salt is usually operated by big salt lords, which shows that the other party is likely to be a Huainan counterpart who came to admire him.

With the joy of "the influence has expanded again", Wu Sanye not only decided to give the guests enough money, but he also personally stepped forward and talked with the other party across the bow of the boat.

The only person on the other side who accosted Wu Sanye was a dark and thin middle-aged man. This person calls himself "Gu Le", speaks Huainan vernacular, is taciturn, has few words, and seems to be very suspicious.

And Wu Sanye has long been familiar with this situation: salt sellers who go out are all this kind of virtue, careful everywhere, ready to fight for their lives at any time.

So after a brief conversation, he smiled and said goodbye, and before leaving, he ordered his subordinates to bring some food and drinks to the clipper ship-once raw and twice cooked, and they were all guests, and after a few more dealings, the group would let down their guard. At that time, with his means, he will naturally be able to connect with Huainan, and everyone will have money to earn together.

The third master's good mood came to an abrupt end the moment he walked off the trestle: the subordinates who ran towards him told him that the Duya people from the county town were coming, saying that they had something important to discuss.

It is definitely not possible to build a house as a traitor in the barren grass beach, so whether it is eating and sleeping or hiding fugitives here, they are all in the nest in the grass.

When the third master hurried to the shack, Du Yaren, who was dressed in a wide robe, dough, and a round face with a smile forever, was already sitting on a wooden bench with his young entourage eating tea.

Duya is a well-known lobbyist in the county. This person has a wide range of businesses, can eat both black and white, and is often invited to make peace between some big and small conflicts.

Not only that, but this person also plays the role of the government's mouthpiece on weekdays. Some tacit understandings that are inconvenient to announce to the public, but to be understood, are often conveyed by Duya people to people from all walks of life.

So this product usually doesn't come well, and in most cases, it's for the official master to extort filial piety - Wu Sanye and his gang have occupied official land and engaged in contraband smuggling for ten years, and those officials are not dead, how can they tolerate him if there is no benefit?

So when the third master heard that Du Yaren was coming, he couldn't help but feel bad. And then it wasn't long before he was in a bad mood...... for he has escaped his wrath.

"What? You want me to hand over Zhang Sutan and fend for myself?! After Wu Sanye heard Du Yaren's words, he was immediately furious, stood up suddenly, and narrowly opened the straw canopy above his head.

"The third master should not be angry, Rong Du will finish speaking."

Du Yaren said that he was experienced, and he was not moved by the emotions of the object at all, and then, he still said the other party's conditions unhurriedly.

"That old man Xiong has already passed the deed of this tidal land within a radius of dozens of miles, and it is the silver that is pressed to wait for the field, and the county is very happy."

"Master Xiong knows that the third master has a deal in Zhangsutan... I'm going to make a sum of money... After all, this land is already owned by others. ”

"The third master can go by himself... You can also do a part-time job at Master Bear's... Now is the time to employ people..."

"This is the handwriting of the Fujian general... The third master must not be rash......"

When the Duya people told everything and everything, it was already an hour later. And Wu Meng stopped yelling at this time, and sat quietly to the side and listened to the content.

After muttering for a while, Wu Sanye got up and came to the door of the shack, he first stared into the distance with his arms in the distance for a while, and then turned sideways to beckon Du Yaren to stand beside him.

"When the pier was being built ten years ago, the brothers were all poor and had to go into battle at home. As a result, the trestle was repaired, and two lives were lost. Wu Sanye smiled at this time, stretched out his hand and pointed to the location of the trestle in the distance and told the story.

Later, after doing some salt business, the ghost Liu'er of Seventeen Mile Bridge was red-eyed, so he brought people to fight. In that battle, three brothers were lost. When Wu Sanye said this, he turned his head and glanced at Du Yaren: "It's you who made peace afterwards." ”

"Well, there's such a thing." Du Yaren nodded.

Wu Sanye continued as if he hadn't heard it: "Over the years, for the sake of business, I don't know how many fights I have fought over the years, and in the barren meadow, the corpses of many brothers are buried. ”

"Now that life is better, business is becoming more and more prosperous, no, I just bought 20 trucks of sand and gravel last month to pave the ground."

When Wu Sanye said this, he could no longer hide his anger. I saw him turn around in vain, staring at Du Yaren with angry eyes, and said through gritted teeth: "I don't care what Lao Shizi Xiong Master General Xiong, whoever wants to fight Zhang Sutan's idea is the enemy of life and death of my generation!" ”

"Choking", the third master and his subordinates pulled out their knives at the same time: "Go back and tell the surnamed Xiong, don't mess with the idea of beating the masters, be careful that my steel knife is not long-eyed!" ”

...... Looking at Wu Sanye's red eyes, Du Yaren stretched out his hand and slowly pushed away the steel knife in front of him, and then he laughed dryly, clasped his fists and said, "That is the case, Du Mou said goodbye." ”

After saying this, Du Yaren left the grass nest with his entourage.

After a short walk in the barren meadow, there was a horse-drawn carriage. After the two got into the carriage, Du Yaren changed his attitude, and quickly changed his helpless smile: "Brother Qingyun, you also saw it, this Wu Meng is soft and hard." ”

The young entourage nodded, smiled and said to him, "Yes, Du Ye, you did your best, I saw it." ”

"Alas, it's stubborn...... Du Yaren said angrily: "I don't know what kind of charter Master Xiong is, I should ask the government to come forward and teach this guy a hard lesson before he can relieve his anger." ”

Speaking of this, Du Yaren glanced up at Brother Qingyun. However, to his disappointment, not only did he not say a word, but he was still staring at him with a smirk. After a long time, Brother Qingyun turned his head and said: "There are many means, just wait to listen to the letter." ”

After the carriage had walked some way through the barren meadow, there was a puddle in front of it. When he arrived, the young man jumped out of the carriage and boarded another carriage that was waiting for him.

The later coachman did not drive the carriage, but remained in place. After a while, when Du Yaren's carriage was far away, the young man had already reinserted the pistol into his waist in the car, and then saw him pick up the walkie-talkie and start calling: "This is Liu Qingyun, call Gu Tianle." ”

Soon, an answer came from the walkie-talkie: "Gu Tianle received it, please speak." ”

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