Zhu Zilong thinks that he has done good deeds, and when he earns the greatest profit at a very small price, he can also gain a good reputation.

Although as one of the top ten evils in Kaifeng City, it seems that he doesn't need to care too much about such a thing as reputation, but it is always more comfortable to make people scold a few words less, and even praise and praise a few times, than to be S and M.

Zhang Shuye also thought that he had done a good deed, although he embezzled kickbacks and drank the blood of soldiers, he did not let go. But the food appearance is better than that of other officials, and those soldiers of the box army did get basic living expenses.

Well, on the surface, it seems like this. Everyone's happy!

However, wages are wages, and soap is soap. Zhu Zilong didn't give money to the soap, and with the status of a soldier in the Xiang Army, it was also difficult to change the soap he got into 50 yuan.

What's more, Uncle Zhang will also hand over their soaps in a unified manner, which is called a unified sale for money, and then concentrate on the distribution of wages. But when the time comes, the layers of official history will be peeled off, even if Zhang Shuye is no longer corrupt, only the ghost will know how much money he can have in the hands of the soldiers of the Xiang Army.

I have to say that all the crows in the world are really black!

I bumped into a white crow, but he was still a crow. All carnivores!

Next, Zhu Zilong, who thought that he had a little bit of value in his temperance. I decided to take someone with me and go out on the streets in person, first check the marketing of counterfeit goods on the spot, and then go back to the house to think about how to prevent problems before they happen.

It's just that the carriage drove out to the edge of its own territory, where it had just turned.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the corner at a very fast speed, from high to low angles. Then he crashed into the carriage, and immediately afterwards the man fell to the ground, motionless.

I went, and Zhu Zilong was dumbfounded at this moment.

What's going on? In the modern 21st century, if you can meet someone who is not afraid of death, come and touch porcelain. In the past, how did you come to the Song Dynasty, and there were still people who came to touch porcelain?

It's not a BMW, it's just a carriage. Oh no, the Song Dynasty was extremely short of horses, especially like war horses. Even if a few war horses in his palace are too fat, they are still high-grade war horses.

As long as you lose weight and go to the battlefield, you are also a good hand, and someone who comes to touch porcelain seems to be in the past. That's a lot more expensive than a BMW car in the 21st century!

It's just that the Song Dynasty was not a 100% rule of law society, and it was obvious that officials were greater than the law and power was greater than the law. Is it really necessary?

If the people collide with the head of the officials, they will inevitably be punished, not to mention that he is the king. The village chief who really has no real power, oh no, the prince is not a cadre?

It's a white collision if it's killed, okay?

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Although there is no need to lose money or enter the bureau when this incident kills people now, Zhu Zilong, who has lived in modern society for 30 years. Still in the heart of human life, he said to the golden steward on the side:

"Quickly go down and check, if that person is still saved, send him to the hospital." However, it is necessary to go to the government to prepare a case and declare that it is not the responsibility of the king, and it is also troublesome for people to rely on it. ”

Steward Jin nodded hurriedly and went down quickly. However, less than ten seconds later, he was back again.

"Lord Wang, that man has already lost his breath."

"What? Die so easily, our carriage doesn't even have a speed of twenty yards, right? Is this too exaggerated? Moreover, it seems to have hit the horse's belly, which is not made of iron, and can also kill people at low speed? Zhu Zilong was speechless.

If it was really broken, Zhu Zilong was more worried that it was the horse that might be injured. It's not a comparison in terms of price, it's that the man came in from the side. Can a horse's belly hit someone sideways?

It's only less than twenty yards away, what's the international joke?

Steward Jin obviously didn't know what speed twenty yards represented, but he also had his own opinions. Seeing that Zhu Zilong didn't believe that his carriage hit and killed someone, he locked his eyebrows and said again: "The prince is wise, and the old slave doesn't believe it either." Because, that person is obviously a bastard, and he is a little familiar. Moreover, the fatal wound on the chest was bleeding too much, and the wound looked more like a knife wound than a horse rampage. ”

As soon as Steward Jin's words fell, there was a noisy sound on the second floor of a teahouse around the corner.

"Everyone, stop him, don't let the wounded strong man with the blue birthmark on his face escape. Just now he kicked Zhang San out of the teahouse, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive. ”

"The thief and the man, I really don't know what to do. It is your blessing that the young gang master takes a fancy to your treasure sword, and it is hateful that you ask for 3,000 yuan, and you will not sell it if you give you 30,000 yuan. also slashed and kicked Zhang San downstairs, I want you to look good today. ”

"You don't need to say much to him, you wait to stop him first. A few of you go downstairs to see how Zhang San is, and if he is seriously injured, take him to see the official. What "blue-faced beast" Yang Zhi, I'm sorry, isn't it just an ugly monster? ”

The voices of many people in the building came out, and at the same time, another person shouted.

"Everyone has seen it, I, Yang Zhi, have no choice but to sell knives here, this hooligan is unreasonable to snatch my knife and beat me!"

"What about killing you? Isn't it just a broken knife? Are you hurting people and making such a heavy hand? “

"Hmph, I, Yang Zhi, have injured someone, if that person is seriously injured, everyone testifies and accompanies me to surrender together. I believe in the law of the land! “

The voice came downstairs, and Zhu Zilong, who originally thought that his carriage had hit and killed someone, suddenly realized. I see, it was not my horse's stomach that killed someone, but the famous Comrade Yang Zhi in history who sold knives here, and that person was cut and kicked down from the second floor.

It's just because of the angle, it looks like the man flew out upside down and hit the horse's belly, which looked like he was running over. This is also because the second floor of the teahouse is not high, plus the angle and so on.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhu Zilong's mind turned a thousand times.

No, history has changed because of the butterfly effect, but if someone comes down to examine it at this time, history will definitely go back to the old way.

Yang Zhi will definitely be the last, and he will still be confiscated for killing someone.

For now, as if you don't know, pull the dead bastard, and let people send them to another place first, as if they were injured by themselves. If you can't cover up the incident, it doesn't look like a bump, and it's none of your business afterwards.

If the truth of this matter can be concealed, it will be equivalent to Yang Zhi owing himself a big favor.

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Thinking of this, Zhu Zilong hurriedly asked Steward Jin and a few of his subordinates to carry the bloody man on the ground into the carriage, and immediately sent him away after explaining.

At the same time, the rest of the people followed Zhu Zilong and walked towards the teahouse with murderous spirits.

Just kidding, as the godfather of the copycat underworld on these ten streets. What kind of young gang leader is there in Jingran to make trouble here, is this not taking this king's "Axe Gang" in his eyes?

The land grabbing has come under my nose, and I really don't know whether to live or die. Black eats black or something, but tradition, one word, is dry!

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