Chapter 258

"Therefore, this Chen Zhubo is very suspicious, and these so-called 'silt' are very problematic, which is why I asked Ah Qiu to call you to bring someone over. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info" He Jinghui looked at Zhao Bantou and said very seriously.

"Thank you for your trust, the little one knows what to do." Zhao Bantou turned his head in understanding and looked at the henchman. "Brothers, the time has come to follow the Yanai to make contributions, and when we do this vote, we will definitely have a great future waiting for us, go!"

The eight messengers agreed in unison, and followed Zhao Bantou and headed straight towards the valley, at this time, the convoy had stopped outside the entrance of the valley, and was carrying the sacks towards the valley with the help of the people who were waiting here.

But I didn't want to, suddenly a large number of errand soldiers would come out from not far away, carrying knives and sticks, and coming towards this side with murderous spirit, this moment, not only those coachmen and people, but even the two auxiliaries in charge of guarding couldn't help but be confused.

But fortunately, these two guys still remembered their duties, cheered up, and shouted at Zhao Ban and the others. "What are you trying to do? We will escort this sludge to this place on the orders of Lord Chen......"

"Silt? …… Are you sure it's all fucking mud? Zhao Bantou strode forward, came to the nearest cart to him, patted his hand under the sack, and thrust the waist knife fiercely, directly into the sack, and then the waist knife was pumped, and he saw the white rice pouring out of the sack like a spring.

At this moment, not only the two auxiliaries were stunned, but even the coachmen were startled, but the strong men guarding the valley mouth all set their eyes on one of the men who was not tall but looked extremely stocky.

"Isn't this Zhao Bantou? I'm so polite......" The man with an extremely stocky figure had two narrow scars on his face, one extending directly from the Heavenly Spirit Cover to near his temple, and the other extending from his left ear to the corners of his mouth, and when he laughed, the two twisted scars looked more and more hideous and ferocious.

"Tie Lao Jiu? …… Iron Head Old Nine! You are so bold, dare to steal the official warehouse and fill your pockets. After Zhao Bantou saw the person who came, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a hideous smile, and the waist knife in his hand kept swinging, not at all against the two bluffing auxiliaries.

Instead, he focused on the iron head Lao Jiu, a well-known ruffian in Ruolan County.

"Zhao Bantou, you are joking, even if I Tie Laojiu has the courage to do so, I don't dare to move the official warehouse, steal the official warehouse, that is to kill the head, these are just the food that Tie is going to sell after the flood, Zhao Bantou, you must also know that Tie Mou has more than a dozen brothers, and he has to make some living to survive, right......"

The iron-headed old nine smiled and walked closer to the front of the bow, reached into his arms, and when he took it out again, it was clearly a piece of yellow gold. "Please also ask Zhao Bantou to raise your noble hand, let Tie Mou and the brothers have a way to live, all the villagers in the township, look up and don't look down to see ......"

"Hehe, it's a pity, it's a pity......" Zhao Bantou looked at the piece of gold in the hands of the iron-headed Lao Jiu, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, but he quickly recovered, and shook his head again and again with regret on his face.

Seeing that Zhao Bantou was able to face such a fortune, he actually looked unmoved, which really made Tietou Lao Jiu a little surprised. "Could it be that Zhao Bantou, you are too little? Rest assured, your brethren, that I will not lose their good......"

"How much good are you going to give them?" He Jinghui, who had been attached to the back of the errand officer, stepped forward at this time, and looked at the scarred man with a scar who was about one meter six or five tall, but who was extremely stocky and strong.

"This is ......" The iron-headed Lao Jiu didn't expect such a person to emerge from a group of errands, and seeing He Jingxuan's appearance, he seemed to be very Sven, but his body was quite tall and handsome, and his bearing was extraordinary, and he couldn't help but feel bad in his heart.

"This is the eldest son of the grandfather's family in He County, He Yanei of Ruolan County is also, the iron-headed old nine, are you going to bribe He Yanei together?" Zhao Bantou glanced at the iron-headed Lao Jiu with a look of schadenfreude, and said slowly.

"He Yanei......" When the iron-headed Lao Jiu heard Zhao Bantou's introduction, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle's eye. The heart is rolling out,! Why are you so unlucky?

"Yes, it's He. Fortunately, I will be honored. He Jinghui stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the iron-headed Lao Jiu with a smile, and the word "lucky" was really perfunctory.

The iron-headed Lao Jiu was also laughing, but the smile seemed to be very sad. "I didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet Yanai, and the little Tie Jiu had seen Yanai...... Hehe, in fact, the small ones have nothing to do with these grains at all, but I just think that there is an opportunity to take advantage of it, and it is appropriate to come over and occupy a little. ”

"Really?" He Jinghui looked at this sweaty ruffian with great interest, thinking that back then, when he saw the ruffian hooligans, he only had to take a detour.

But now, he is a dignified office, and he has a father who is a county commander, so his natural identity is different, these ruffians and hooligans, bully those little people, blackmail small merchants and hawkers, and when faced with the children of officials and eunuchs like themselves, they can only kneel and lick.

After all, no matter how awesome the underworld gang in this era is, he doesn't dare to offend the official class and the scholar class, and offends these two classes that he can only look up to.

"The small sentence is true, where do you dare to deceive your old man in the ya, and please let go of the little ones and the brothers in the ya, and give everyone a way to live." The iron-headed Lao Jiu knelt down directly, Nima, to deal with people like Zhao Bantou, at most he would have some blood first, and when the time came, he would stretch out his hand to the Lan family, and he didn't believe that they dared not to pay for it.

But now, the son of the dignified county commander is standing in front of him, he is just a little ruffian hooligan, how long will he stay if he doesn't kneel at this time?

He Jinghui slowly walked to the iron-headed Lao Jiu who was kneeling on the ground, and looked at this person, while Zhao Bantou hurriedly arrived, holding his waist knife and posing, looking like he was afraid that the iron-headed Lao Jiu would storm and hurt people's loyalty.

"Shenglu, if you want, I will naturally give it to you, in fact, I still have a good impression of you who can support yourself......" He Jinghui said leisurely, his eyes full of nostalgia.

Back then, when I was still studying, I saw those ruffians who ran rampant inside and outside the campus, blackmailing students, collecting protection money, and holding my little sister, and I was very envious of those who were free and lived wantonly.

It's a pity that although He Jinghui has a heart that yearns for a ruffian, he really can't let go of his beautiful morals and noble sentiments, and the important thing is that at that time, his whole heart was still tied to the goddess's body, and he didn't want to become a bad boy and provoke the goddess Liu Xiaoxiao to dislike.

From then on, I thought that I would also wipe shoulders with tears as a ruffian and hooligan. Of course, after setting foot in society, experiencing the baptism of society, and the inculcation of the concept of the legal system, He Jinghui realized that the ruffian hooligan is also the prototype of the underworld.

Especially after seeing the backbone elements of those extraordinarily large underworld criminal gangs being fed peanuts one after another, I suddenly found out how lucky it was to have the correct three views.

But now, seeing these ruffians and hooligans, although they kneel and lick themselves without any discipline, they finally let themselves see that the other party has an advantage, that is, they don't forget their brothers at such a time, at least the character of this iron-headed old nine is still worthy of recognition in some aspects.

"That...... You're not kidding, are you? The iron-headed old nine cautiously glanced at He Jingxuan, but he really didn't understand this He Yanei's unexpected way of thinking.

"You wouldn't be born a ruffian if you wanted to come, are you willing to be a ruffian until you die of old age?" He Jinghui finally took his attention back and fell on the iron-headed old nine.