In the main hall on the third floor of Wuxian Temple, Zhou Tong, the head of the beggar gang, is sitting on a high seat at the moment, looking down at a confession.

The appearance of the lord of Zhou Dazhai has not changed much, he still has the same fuchsia square face, two thick eyebrows, and a short beard under his chin. Compared with when Cao Chuan crossed over, this Ming man who was the first to talk to Cao Chuan is now only slightly wrinkled on his face.

Standing at the foot of the hall at this moment are several members of the vicious "Dharma Protector Team" dressed in black, armed with sharp blades, most of whom are bandits from the screen village in the early years.

"It's all recruited, right? Is there anything missing? ”

"Back to the helper, recruited, there are seven people who have heard Brother Wu talk nonsense before and after."

Zhou Tong nodded when he heard this, and at the same time pointed his finger on the confession on the table: "Well, Liu Jiao'er who traveled the boat told the legend of Moyunguan to Brother Wu, and Brother Wu told it to the people of the parishion......"

"It seems that the people on this ship will also be watching in the future! So what is the origin of Liu Jiaoer? Zhou Tong said this, looked up and asked.

"Back to the gang leader, he is a local boatman, an ordinary family."

"Ordinary people dare to be so broken? It's really a long life. Grab a few sticks and pull them, ask which one to listen to, and then do a drowning afterwards, and give the family a thicker pension. ”

"Whoa!"

"How is Brother Wu?"

"The leg clamp is useless."

"Buried."

"Whoa!"

"Also," Zhou Tong continued to add: "In the future, the people on the ship are only allowed to use their own people, and those who have heard the 'nonsense' in Qitang will also be detained first, and the people in Qitang will be sent away first this round." ”

"Whoa!"

......

Business was taken care of quickly.

After a few black-clothed thugs left, Zhou Tong walked down from the hall, lifted his gray robe, and bent down to sit on the chair below. Opposite him, sat a short, stocky monk in a green robe, with a smile on his face.

"It's always hard to catch." Zhou Tong said with a wry smile after sitting down.

"It's already good." The monk touched his bald head and said in a strange language: "At the beginning, I couldn't manage it, so I had to transport it out according to the entrance of the hall, and now I can trace the individual, which shows that the overall pressure is decreasing, which is a good thing." ”

Zhou Tong is the earliest and most Ming person who has contact with the traverser, and now he can basically understand the strange grammar of the traverser, which is also mixed with some strange words "Kunlun dialect".

"It's just that the interest rate has become less." Zhou Tong nodded and said: "Recently, the situation has deteriorated, and there are fewer people handed over by the rudder of each hall in January than in January. ”

"Hehe, this has to be seen dialectically." Traverser, the head of Hangzhou Station, Master Lu Chenglu opened his belly at the moment and patiently explained: "The few monthly cases show that the displaced people in the four towns have topped those old flowers with craftsmanship, which is a good thing, and the fewer people who know our background, the better." ”

After thinking about it, Lu Cheng said: "Silver is always a secondary issue, if it can't be maintained, there will naturally be a subsidy on the Tangzhuang side." Well, now it seems that we have won the battle of vacating cages for birds, and it is not easy! Zhou gang master hard work! ”

"Huh. Don't dare, don't dare, thanks to Master Lu's point. ”

After a few words of business blowing to each other, Lu Cheng took out his mobile phone from his arms, and said while entering the password: "Didn't there be two follow-up plans at the beginning, let's discuss it together, I think the time is ripe, let's get started." ”

Zhou Tong knew that Lu Cheng had all kinds of "news boxes" in his hands, some of these immortal treasures could transmit sound for thousands of miles, and some could be used as books. At this time, seeing Lu Cheng handing over the box, Zhou Tong hurriedly took it with both hands, and the fashion week gang leader began to skillfully flip through the pages of mobile phone documents and review the plans written in simplified characters.

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Three days later.

Hefang Street Entrance.

Hefang Street is located at the foot of Wushan Mountain and is a main road in Qinghefang. Due to its good geographical location, this street has been a commercial street in all dynasties, and later generations are no exception.

Comrade Hu Zhengqi, who has not been seen for a long time, is standing under the stone archway at the entrance of Hefang Street at the moment, smiling and grooming two mouse whiskers.

Hu Zhengqi, a short and fat man with a mouse-like face, has been on his way since he defected to the light that day, from a low-level gangster in the beggar gang, to a gorgeous turn, all the way to the position of the master of the main hall.

On weekdays, this guy is responsible for some internal and external collusions, and the scene errands that are handed down by the upper feelings, but today Hu Zhengqi was instructed by the helper to come to Hefang Street to do a big deal.

Not long after Hu Zhengqi came to the archway with a companion named Ping Laosan, the head of five or six local halls rushed to hear the news: "Master Hu, Master Hu" shouted nonsense.

Since Zhou Tong took charge of the beggar gang, the original messy and different sizes of the gang have all been banned, and they have been replaced by new halls according to the new planning of Lifang. Hu Zhengqi came to Hefang Street today, and it was naturally the hall master of Qinghe Tangkou and several subordinate incense masters who were divided and dried.

Qinghetang is codenamed Santang within the beggar gang, so when Hu Zhengqi saw someone coming, he opened his mouth and asked, "Have all the masters of Santang arrived?" ”

"It's just a few of us, master."

"Okay, you know all the errands sent by the main hall, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Well, I'll go door-to-door to negotiate, and you guys will prepare the flat snake, and if there are those who don't open their eyes, watch my news and act!"

"Don't worry, Master Hu, everything is ready!"

"Well, which is the tent room? And though I come. Hu Zhengqi said as he raised his feet and walked towards Hefang Street, and his companion and a Qinghetang tent hurriedly followed.

The three of them didn't walk a few steps forward, and it was the intersection of Hefang Street.

The long street is full of people at the moment, all kinds of food stalls, merchants, sugar bearers, fortune tellers, shaving stalls, juggling spread along the street, shouting and buying and selling one after another, noisy and lively.

Hu Zhengqi and his entourage went straight around the bustling passers-by and went straight to the most magnificent restaurant at the entrance of Hefang Street: Deyue Building.

"Deyue Tower" was originally created in the Jiajing period and is a famous building in Suzhou Mansion. And this one on Qinghe Street in Hangzhou is a copycat version - don't think that the ancients had high morality, and don't think that the ancients were simple-minded, everyone who has read "Xiaolin Guangji" knows it.

Hu Zhengqi took his two companions and stepped into the gate of Deyue Tower. It's the middle of the day, that is, around 10 o'clock in the morning, and this time period is not the time to go to the guests, so there are no guests in the exquisitely decorated and luxurious restaurant.

The man greeted him politely.

Master Hu's true colors have not changed, and he is still smiling in the face of a running hall, saying "business is prosperous" in his mouth, while sitting by the window, after ordering a plate of ghee pickled snails, he asked the guy to call the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper of Deyue Building is surnamed Duan, and he is a side branch of the Duan family, a large household in the city. This period of the family originated in the Wanli period, the family had a criminal department of Shangshu, a Yungui cloth political envoy, now the family is not falling, only the prefect of the outside there are two, a bunch of talents, it is the first class gentry in the city of Hangzhou.

And the first person Master Hu came to the door today was the Deyue Building that came out of the Duan family's cottage.

Seeing Shopkeeper Duan coming, Master Hu hurriedly got up. Thirty-five or sixteen years old, the shopkeeper Duan in his prime is used to dealing with three sects and nine streams on weekdays, so he naturally knows what kind of person this is, and after a few polite words, the four of them sat down.

"I don't know if Master Hu came to the shop today, do you have any advice?" Although the shopkeeper Duan said that he was dressed in Ayaluo, full of rings, and rich and powerful, but after being the shopkeeper for a long time, he didn't know what he thought in his heart, and his tone was very easy-going.

"Well, Hu is here to report a good thing to the shopkeeper." Hu Zhengqi swallowed the snail in his mouth, took a sip of tea, and then said with a smile: "My family group first day ago thanked the shop for its difficult livelihood, so I ordered: From now on, no more beggars are allowed to come to the door to beg for food and money, disturbing the wine of distinguished guests." ”

"Oh? This is a good thing, your gang leader has a heart! When Shopkeeper Duan heard this, he said with a smile.

"Well, there's just one thing: these flowers are confined to the broken temple every day, and they always have to spend a few bites of food, and they have to arrange for someone to take care of them. What the head of my family means, the shopkeepers of each family will reward a few silver coins every month in the future, and this matter will be considered appropriate. ”

"Hehe......" Shopkeeper Duan's slightly thin face showed a sarcastic smile of "I knew it was like this": "I don't know such a good thing, how much silver is needed every month?" ”

"No more, no less." Hu Zhengqi smiled all over his face, a pair of small eyes narrowed into thin slits, he didn't seem to see the thick sarcastic expression of the shopkeeper Duan, and slowly stretched out a finger: "It seems that Yuelou is a first-class big deal in Hangzhou City, only twenty taels of silver per month." ”

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When Shopkeeper Duan heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore, and opened his mouth and began to laugh; And Hu Zhengqi on the side seemed to have the business negotiated, and he also laughed.

Smiling and laughing, Shopkeeper Duan suddenly stopped laughing, his face changed, he stared at Hu Zhengqi and asked, "Does Master Hu know who the owner of Deyue Tower is?" ”

"I know, I know, the owner of the second room of Duanfu, tsk, the big threshold, I can't climb the grass people in this life."

"It's good to know." Shopkeeper Duan then tapped the small dish containing ghee snails on the table with his fingers: "This is a gift from the small store, so I can't give it away!" ”

Less than ten minutes after Master Hu and his entourage entered the Deyue Tower, they were blasted out.

This means that the collection of "comprehensive management fee for the floating population", a new fee project launched by the beggar gang, is stuck at the first level.

Fortunately, today is the first day, the project has just begun, and there is still time to do work for everyone.

It was fast around noon.

As one of the largest restaurants in Hangzhou, Deyue Lou is at the peak time of the guests, and the restaurant is busy with shouting.

The loyal customer of Deyue Building, the thin and tall silk Zhuang Ma Dongjia, was humming a little song at the moment, holding a Yixing purple clay pot in his hand, and staggered to the door of Deyue Building.

Inside the door, the familiar guy saw that Ma Dong's house was coming, and hurriedly shouted: "Master Ma is ......" and was ready to come out to greet people.

At this moment, two figures suddenly ran over in the oblique time, and when these two people were still 3 meters away from Master Ma, a tiger pounced and crawled at the feet of Master Ma.

The next moment, the feet of Master Ma's Nanjing satin robe were lifted, revealing the snow-white foot clothes on the calves, and the two of them reached out at the same time to grab the calves of Master Ma, and screamed in unison: "Hungry...... Uncle reward two......"

Mr. Ma looked down in anger, and before he could see the appearance of the two people, a foul smell washed Mr. Ma away, but fortunately, his calf was caught at this time, and the old man narrowly stabilized the next plate.

Looking at it again, Master Ma couldn't help but burst into a shout: "Good dog guts!" ”

...... Two yellow paw prints had been left on the snow-white foot coat at the moment, and these two symbols were even more tragic than the word "miserable" written in blood, because it was written in feces.