Yang Chengzu doesn't look at the physical age of these people, but he has been a human being in two lives, and in his previous life, he was a leader in the group, and when it comes to psychological age, he doesn't know how much more mature than them. Hurriedly stepped forward and put his hands on Wang Tie's head and said: "Brother, we are the same age, we are friends of several generations, we should be more close and closer, why bother giving this big gift." ”

He said to the others: "Brothers, take you to the Cao Gang today, and find those coolies from the Cao Gang to join a good man's stock, I don't know if you dare to go or not?" ”

On this occasion, if anyone dares to say a word, without Yang Chengzu to speak, these people will look down on him. From now on, even if you are removed from the street in Huaxian County, you don't even have to go out of your home. In this case, which one is willing to admit it. Everyone shouted in unison, "Dare!" ”

Only Song Guoliang is meticulous, "As long as Brother Yang takes the lead, let's say that it is the Cao Gang, even if you smash the county yamen, we don't care." ”

Yang Chengzu said: "Brother Guoliang said well, I am the leader of Jinyi, and this time I also picked the head, even if it causes a lot of trouble, I will carry it myself, and it has nothing to do with you good brothers." So you don't have to care about it when you get to the place, you can hit it when you should hit it, and you can smash it when you need to. I only say one thing, you must follow my orders and act, if there is no me, who dares to move a finger, don't blame me for not being righteous, and send him to justice. ”

If this is said to Song Liansheng's cadres, it will inevitably arouse the disgust of these seniors, but it is just right to say this to these juniors.

First, Yang Chengzu hid in the box yesterday, and the matter of stealing the king had too much impact in the hearts of everyone, and everyone regarded him as a hero, so he naturally obeyed his words. The second is that this cadre only has experience in group fights in the past, and has not carried out any organized actions, Yang Chengzu's words are not good, but they feel that this operation is not a jungle fight, but a serious office matter, not only do not think it is resentful, but the group is enthusiastic. Wang Tietou said: "Brother Yang just commands, who dares not to listen to the first to split him." ”

"Good! That's what I want, and now I order, everyone put down the guys in their hands, and each person carries an ash rod, and no iron tools are allowed. ”

Wang Tietou was stunned: "Don't bring iron tools?" If the kid from the Cao Gang takes a knife, aren't we looking for a loss? Brother Yang, what do you mean by this? ”

"Iron head, let's not fight, we are going to ask for money, every inch of iron is the murder, and the iron will become a smashing open flame. If they take a knife, that's fine, I'd like to see which of them dares to use a knife to break through our oily skin. If anyone is touched by him, I will help him for the rest of his life. What, the iron head is scared? ”

As soon as he heard this fearful word, the iron head couldn't hang up at that time, threw away the axe, and reached out to touch an ash rod. "Brother Yang, what are you talking about, since I was a child, I don't know what fear is. Isn't it just an ash rod, I've worked hard on the pole seriously, I see how Cao Gang can do those miscellaneous pieces. Even if he didn't use weapons, he only used his hands, and he strangled those grandsons. ”

With him taking the lead, the others also threw away their iron tools, and each took a pole. Yang Chengzu didn't even hold the ash rod, and shook a gold-sprinkled folding fan in his hand, like a Wensheng son who had gone to the green, leading everyone to go straight to the dock.

Outside the city of Huaxian is the Yellow River ferry, where ships load and unload goods, and there is an endless stream all day and night. The transportation is convenient, and the bitter haha people can earn a share of the grain by relying on their strength.

In such a place, dragons and snakes are mixed, there are not only businessmen with thousands of dollars in their pockets, but also low-class cousins who can come with seven pennies, thieves, liars, robbers, and scholars, and everything from three religions and nine streams.

Large shantytowns are lined up one after another, and dozens of stalls guard the ferry to sell food and large bowls of tea. There is also a bowl of a bowl of a few pennies to cook, if you are lucky, you can eat the remaining half of a lion's head from it, and if you are unlucky, you can eat a front tooth.

Behind the building, a two-story teahouse sits condescendingly overlooking the area. Zhao Jiuxiong, the owner of the Caobang Huaxian Branch, would sit in the private room by the window on the second floor at this time every day, observing his kingdom from the window. Outside, four Shaolin lay masters are always guarding his safety.

Zhao Jiuxiong was also born as a disciple of a Shaolin layman, and he practiced hard kung fu. But he had a pair of iron fists at the beginning, only in exchange for coarse tea and light rice, and tattered clothes. However, after joining the Cao Gang, he has become a rich man with thousands of acres of fertile land, the short shirt has been replaced by a silk gown, and the hero scarf on his head has been replaced by a ** unified hat, and a piece of mutton fat jade is embedded on it.

The martial arts that came out of Muren Alley back then are no longer ten percent left, but so what? The four senior brothers, whose martial arts are much higher than their own, still act as bodyguards for themselves, and the beautiful wives of the two of them have given birth to children for themselves, which is a success. Those who rely on their fists and hard work to earn food and drink are finally inferior.

Looking at the coolies carrying bags on the dock, he calculated today's income in his heart, and always felt that this was the only way to live. The sworn brothers who were sent down to the underworld by themselves should also be dumbfounded if they saw this step. Isn't it just this day that everyone is fratricidal?

Don't look at him as just the owner of the sub-altar, but the Cao Gang belongs to a relatively poisonous organization, and each Cao section has its own affairs, and even the chief helmsman is difficult to dictate the work of a sub-rudder. Zhao Jiuxiong is actually the grass king of this world, as long as the master of Shaolin Temple is dealt with, no one can help him.

He is pondering here, when will he be able to go further, squeeze out the inspection of Longmen, replace him, and become the big incense head of the Cao Gang Henan rudder. Suddenly, a person below ran upstairs as if he was flying, and said breathlessly: "Ninth Master, something is wrong, a group of people are coming." ”

Zhao Jiuxiong snorted coldly: "What are you panicking about?" Didn't I tell you, you have to be a little calm. The matter of seizing the dock has not happened for many years, but I didn't expect that it would be poured out today that I am not afraid of death. Come on, tell the people on the docks, copy the guy for me, and send a letter to my brother, and ask him to send dozens of archers, and I don't believe that I can't stop the field. ”

He and Liu Hongnai, the local inspector of Huaxian County, are friends for eight years, and in the gang battles in recent years, he has always pulled out dozens of archers as a magic weapon to watch the house. The two gangs fought each other halfway, and suddenly killed dozens of court archers with weapons in their hands, and the outcome of this is naturally unknown. As soon as he heard that someone was coming to fight again, he immediately asked people to send a letter to Liu Hong to move the rescuers.

That subordinate was Zhao Jiuxiong's henchman, and he hurriedly kowtowed: "Ninth Master, this rescuer can't be moved." It was not the Jianghu men who came to grab the dock, but the Jinyi Guard. The person at the head is wearing a flying fish suit, Liu Ye doesn't dare to make a move, do you say we will fight, or not. ”

"Jin Yiwei?" Zhao Jiuxiong was shocked, these plague gods had nothing to do with him, why did they come to the door today. Could it be that someone around you has offended them? The local Chengfu Temple is also a branch of the Shaolin Eighteen Gates, and the filial piety has never been less than half a penny on weekdays, at this time, should the abbot of the Chengfu Temple come out to Guan Shuo Guan said? But this Buddhism is boundless, and if you don't cross the bucket and have no money, ask the monk to do it once, and the price is quite a lot.

He didn't care for a while, he didn't know what to do, and at this moment, he heard a chaotic sound of footsteps, and dozens of men had rushed up from downstairs. As soon as his senior brothers' bodyguards stepped forward, they saw the leader shouting: "In accordance with the order of Ping Yu Bo Jiang Chitose, investigate the big case of the White Lotus Sect's murder of officials and rebellion, whoever dares to resist arrest, regardless of killing, left and right, and I will take down these strongmen!" ”