Chapter 181 The caravan of goods in the mountains walks on the mountain road. Escorting ten cartloads of goods, tied with straw, the man in the lead was tall and thin, bookish, but frighteningly holding a simple knife, but he still looked a little nondescript, like a monkey playing with a big knife.

"I wish the boss, the boss has explained it. said that the wind may be tight recently, and the brothers should avoid the limelight, so this dart should be slow. On the one hand, the man kept persuading on the road, and the more he got to the boundary of Dengzhou, the more afraid he was of accidents, and his heart was always hairy.

"What's the matter, he Ling Hebo is recuperating from his injuries in Dengzhou, and one by one he is like something. I said that those who ate official meals were not planted, or something. Could it be that he Yang Fan can still have clairvoyance and ears? Let's not go into the city. When you get to the sea, someone will naturally come to answer, what are you afraid of? ”

"Zhu Ye, you can't say that. Then Lord Yang has great powers. If he catches him, it will be miserable. Tsing Yi scholar Pu Dao was shocked and said angrily: "What miserable, green vegetables and melons, you know chicken feathers." We've got someone up there! Give me a little smart. ”

"Stop, whoever!" A few Jinyi guards who were searching for clues in the mountains saw someone in the distance, so they sneaked over. The hands on the side trembled, their faces were stagnant, and they felt that their feet were weak. The scholar in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows, handed the Pu knife in his hand to the man, turned a pair of Danfeng slightly, and shouted: "Take it steady!" Then he stepped forward and arched his hand, looked at the outfits of the few people in front of him, and said politely: "A few officials, I misunderstood." We are regular businessmen. In Xia Zhurong, a dart master from Shanxi. ”

"Dart Master?" Mao Yuanhui, a thousand households in Jinyi, said suspiciously, "Why don't you take the pipeline, you have to take the mountain road?" The scholar in Tsing Yi smiled and said: "Official, you also know that it is not peaceful now, this official road is spacious, and those thieves who cut the path are easier to start, so take the mountain road and come to be more hidden, I didn't expect to meet the official, what a coincidence." ”

"It's a coincidence." Mao Yuanhui took a step forward and said, "Open all the boxes, we will search." The scholar in Tsing Yi froze for a moment, arched his hand, and said: "Where is the official, how can we be afraid of seeing the official?" It's too late to welcome. ”

He walked up, handed over a piece of silver, and said with a smile: "Official, it's not easy for us to dart." These goods are escorted on behalf of the company, and I am afraid that it is not good to open the box. Several officials are accommodating, and it is not easy for us to come out to eat mixed rice. These silver taels should be used to buy some wine for several officials to drink. ”

Mao Yuanhui pushed the silver and said with a smile: "Really when I'm waiting for those stupid things who see money?" Search for me! Five or six brocade guards stepped forward to open the box. The embroidered spring knife picked up the straw on the top, and several people on the side were already trembling, and the scholar in Tsing Yi swallowed his throat, and the soft one did not make it hard, so he shouted: "The official is so ignorant of lifting, don't you know that these are the birthday gifts given by the prefect of Taiyuan, Shanxi Province to Huanglong, the general soldier of Dongjiang?" ”

A few Jinyi guards who really wanted to open the box for inspection looked at Mao Yuanhui. Mao Yuanhui snorted coldly and said, "Today is sent by the Heavenly King Lao Tzu, and it will be opened!" "Don't talk about the prefect, it's the governor and the book, as long as the first sentence is above, which of them has been cowardly.

Bang!

More than a dozen wooden boxes were lifted. The yellow millet inside immediately caught his eye, and the scholar in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "Official, look at it, it's nothing." It's just some grain. He stretched Mao Yuanhui's elbow and said with a smile: "Official, let's take a step to speak." Mao Yuanhui waved his unappreciative sleeves, pushed the scholar in Tsing Yi to the side, and sneered: "Guzi, deceive the ghost." How can there be a wooden box for the grain? ”

His hand reached into the box.

Brush!

He raised an eyebrow and grabbed what he touched.

"Bird?" Mao Yuanhui's face froze, and he set aside all the layers of millet on it. A box of firearms all fell out. The brocade guards in the back immediately touched it, and the whole dozen boxes of firearms, looking at the condition, were all well-made. Mao Yuanhui shouted: "Even bring people and cars, bring them back to me!" ”

Before the words fell, a simple knife flew in......

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Yang Fan's injury healed quickly, and within a few days, he was able to get out of bed and walk around. Except that the wound on his hand is a little deep, which has not healed yet, and the chest and shoulders are already very good. After subduing the strange arms dealers, Mao Yuanhui did not rush into the city, but escorted them to a ruined temple outside the city to guard.

The carriage traveled in a whirling way, and when it reached the bottom of the mountain, it was naturally impossible to move forward.

"Sir, be careful." Sun Yi helped Yang Fan out of the carriage, "If it doesn't work, find a sedan chair to come over?" ”

Looking at the forest full of fallen leaves, Yang Fan laughed and said, "I'm not at that point yet, don't get in the way." Mao Yuanhui, lead the way. ”

"Yes, sir." This time, Yang Fan learned wisely, and brought more than 20 people over, plus more than 100 Jinyi guards who were still guarding the mountain, and those people didn't dare to do it again. Walking to the low mountainside, in a dilapidated temple, there are hundreds of brocade guards scattered around, closely guarded. Yang Fan looked at the firearm in the box on one side.

He picked up a firearm with his uninjured left hand, and weighed it a few times with his hand, but it was quite a lot. Looking at the fineness of this iron, it is also a refined iron that has been tempered for a long time. There is no indication of where it was made, and there is no era name. Generally, the Ming Dynasty's bird guns are still fire guns, most of them are from the Ministry of Industry, and they are all marked and year-old. These well-made, brand-new firearms, but none of them are marked, there is no doubt that they are private goods. It's just that this private product is too well made, and even the genuine product is not as good as it.

"What did you ask?"

"Sir, these people are very hard-mouthed, and they haven't let go of their mouths after a few days of torture. Now they are all locked up in the temple. Mao Yuanhui said.

"Take me in."

"Sir, don't go in."

"How?"

Mao Yuanhui said: "My subordinates are afraid that it will be too bloody inside, and they will frighten the lord." Yang Fan walked in and took a look, more than a dozen men covered in bruises, covered in blood, all tied with wooden sticks. There are still bone nails left on the clothes, and the blood is stained on the cloth, especially the scholar in Tsing Yi, who is covered in scaly wounds and has no skin. Hanging his head, panting.

"Where did you come from?"

"Poof, I said it. We are grain merchants, and we are afraid that we will be found out about smuggling grain, so we have taken the mountain road. ”

"Hmph, what is the explanation for the firearms in the box?"

"I don't know."

Mao Yuanhui picked up the whip and whipped it on the back of the scholar in Tsing Yi. "It's hard-mouthed. Sir, that's not what they said when we caught them that day. In order to hide from a few of us, he returned the ten taels of silver to buy us off. If you think about it, this grain is worth a few dollars, and if you sell it so generously, it's not a good thing at first glance. Moreover, there is no one who carries grain in wooden boxes. Obviously, it's to hide people's eyes. ”

Yang Fan walked over and said, "Raise your head." The man in Tsing Yi raised his eyelids and ignored Yang Fan's question. Mao Yuanhui kicked the man in Tsing Yi in the chest and shouted, "Didn't you hear the lord ask you!" ”