Hua Lan walked to the table and took the contract written by the thin thief and looked at it in his hand.

The thieves are very cautious and cherish such a great opportunity, and the content of the contract is exactly what Hua Lan said before. However, in terms of employment and wages, it is written that they have the final say.

Hua Lan calculated an account, and the bandit said that it would use 300 people, which shows that the thief's subordinates have so many mouths. To build a bridge, it would take 300 people.

How much should each person be paid a day?

She looked at the ink on it, thought for a while, and asked the thief: "That's good, I'll contract this project for you." A total of 100,000 taels of silver, three months of construction. If you have no problems in the accounts, after the bridge is accepted, in addition to the cost of materials and wages, your last money will be settled. How's that? ”

100,000 taels of silver? Plus 20,000 taels, how much is that, 120,000 taels of silver!

The thief's heart smiled, who is this son? Plainly took out 120,000 taels of silver, just to build a bridge that has nothing to do with him?

The two couldn't figure out Hua Lan's intentions, looked at each other and nodded tacitly, and said, "It's up to Gongzi." ”

"That's good."

Hua Lan added a few more strokes to the contract, pressed her fingerprints in duplicate, handed one of them to the fat thief, took out two thousand taels of silver tickets and put them on the table, and said, "Hua Mou is in the flower house in Kyoto City, looking forward to the good news of the two." These two thousand taels of silver are considered fixed silver, and now they can take us across the quicksand river, right? ”

"That's nature, that's nature!"

The fat thief carefully put the silver ticket in his arms, and patted it lightly at the silver ticket in surprise, maintaining the majesty on his face, and beckoned to his subordinates: "Send Gongzi to Fengqi Mountain." ”

The delivery in the mouth of the fat thief is not an ordinary delivery.

Hua Lan was about to lift her feet and take a step, when she saw a small sedan chair with a sliding cover from the woods on both sides.

As soon as the thin thief signaled, the two minions put the sedan chair in front of Hua Lan one after the other.

"Childe, please, after crossing the quicksand river, I will ask someone to prepare a carriage for Childe, and I will definitely send Childe safely to the foot of Fengqi Mountain." If Childe needs it, I can also send someone to escort Childe up the mountain to meet that stubborn old man. If you have anything to say, let's talk again when Childe comes back. ”

The fat thief continued to talk, of course, about contracting the construction of the bridge.

Hua Lan arched her hand and stepped up to the slide bar.

Probably with silver as the power, the two minions who lift the slider are also particularly hard. The two of them steadily carried Hua Lan to the mouth of the quicksand river.

The waters of the Liusha River are not very wide, but the water is turbulent and turbulent. The river is rolling with mud and sand, and the cliffs on the bank of the river are more than ten meters above the riverbed, and a rickety suspension bridge hangs longitudinally.

The suspension bridge is made of iron chains and wooden planks, and the width is only about 1.5 meters. It's a hell of a cliff on the opposite side, and there is almost no way to climb. To get to Fengqi Mountain, this is a dangerous road that must be passed.

Hua Lan looked at Hua San, Chun Silkworm and Jin Se beside her, and none of the three of them spoke, staring at her with fixed eyes.

Hua Lan nodded and bowed her hand to the bandit, which was regarded as a thank you and resignation.

The two minions crossed the suspension bridge and carried her to the other side.

Hua Lan stepped up to the slide bar, and the thin thief instructed his subordinates to pass on the news.

As soon as the quicksand river passed, Hua Lan saw the carriage prepared not far from the bank.

The rags worn by the bandits, how good can the carriage be?

Hua Lan was angry when she saw the carriage. What kind of carriage is this, not to mention pulling people, the carriages that pull vegetables are cleaner than this carriage.

Not only is it dilapidated, but it doesn't even have a tent, it's still an extremely thin old black horse, and the bones are distressed. Not to mention a few people sitting on it, Hua Lan is in danger of being crushed when she sits on it alone.

There is a carriage, but to sit on a few of them, Hua Lan is really a little difficult.

"Master, isn't Fengqi Mountain ahead, why don't we walk on foot."

The spring silkworm looked at the carriage with a shiny muddy frame, embarrassed to Hua Landao.

yes, don't say it's Malay immovable, it's too dirty? If you come out and put on your robe, you will be covered in a large area of oil, which is not a carriage ride, but a sin.

Hua Lan stole a glance at Jin Se, who did not have the slightest wave on her face, and said in her heart: "If these thieves are really not reliable, if a carriage is like this, what can a bridge look like?" ”

I began to regret it, and I couldn't help but wonder and ask myself, "Did I make a stupid wrong decision?" ”

"Childe, please."

There were two minions on the side, and seeing that Hua Lan was still hesitant, Shi Li stepped forward and explained: "The second master said, you can't wait for the son." Although the carriage was a little dilapidated, it was not a problem for a dozen people to pull this horse. This horse, called 'Black Wind', has an unremarkable appearance, but it is infinitely powerful. ”

As soon as the minions stepped forward, two people came from behind. Both of them had a large bed in their hands, which looked a little old, but it was exceptionally clean.

Hua Lan was suspicious, and the minions had already laid out the bed in the sound of the carriage.

Not to mention, the carriage was covered with a bed, which was immediately refreshing.

The carriage was still noticeably too shabby, but there was nothing wrong with the people sitting on it.

But after all, it was still dirty and disgusting, the spring silkworm pouted, and looked at the already decorated carriage in embarrassment, "Master, why don't you get into the carriage?" ”

The spring silkworm saw it, and said that it was okay to let Huasan catch the car, but it was a little difficult to let the unstained Jinse girl get into the carriage.

Jin Se didn't get into the carriage, and she didn't have the confidence to go up. But the queen mother is different, she must take a carriage to leave.

With such a long mountain road, how can the master walk on foot?

She looked at Hua Lan ambivalently.

The thieves' hard work, Hua Lan knew that this was doing her best.

She had to accept this effort, and said on the spot: "You all go back, and say thank you to the boss on my behalf." Hua accepted this heart. Don't follow anymore. Let's just go up to Fengqi Mountain by ourselves. ”

"What is it about the glamorous identity of the master, followed by a few beggars in rags?

The spring silkworm grunted in her heart, but she didn't dare to make a sound, and as soon as she raised her eyes, she listened to Hua Lan's instructions: "Hua San catches the car, Miss Jinse gets in the car, right?" ”

Hua Lan greeted Jin Se, and the spring silkworm saw Jin Se with a smile on her forehead, and lifted her green skirt and got into the carriage. As soon as she saw Hua Lan's eyes, she obediently got into the carriage without even sticking out her tongue.

Hua Lan saw everyone get into the carriage, waved her hand to a few minions, and ordered Hua San to catch the car.

The carriage did not have a horsewhip, and Hua San also had a way, raising his foot and gently kicking the horse's buttocks, and the "black wind" steadily spread four hooves.

The ghost is only a few kilometers away from Fengqi Mountain, and the carriage is driving on the mountain road, but for some reason, there is no feeling of bumps. After passing a mountain range, we came to the foot of Fengqi Mountain.

Dongfang Shiyu was right, there was indeed a mountain gate at the foot of the mountain.

The mountain gate was tightly closed, and there was a small pavilion on the side, in which sat a small Taoist priest in a Taoist robe.

Fengqi Mountain is not like an ordinary place, there is a ghostly quicksand river, and the little Taoist priest is lazy with peace of mind.

He was probably dreaming some kind of sweet dream, his head resting on the pavilion pillar, shrugging his shoulders slightly, and laughing out loud. The eyelids couldn't help but flutter slightly, and the mouth that wanted to open couldn't open seemed to be very happy.

Hua Lan got out of the carriage and walked to the pavilion, and was about to speak, but when she saw a knock on the mountain gate, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Taoist priest came out of it.