"Hahaha, such a handsome little gentleman, sell it to the black market, and you can't have thirty or fifty taels of gold?"

"Hey, how much can you sell for on the black market? If you want me to say, which Hou Ye's Mansion is sold to, isn't it casually seven or eight thousand gold? ”

The gate of the 'fort' was bolted, and several lean men suddenly laughed wildly, and one of them pointed at Yang Chuan with a beard and smiled: "Look at these eyes, look at this nose, tsk, look at this little face with fine skin and tender meat, it's a natural stunner." ”

The others burst out laughing.

This is, in the door of a simple stone house, a person walked out slowly, but it was a middle-aged man with a goat's beard, wearing a sheepskin jacket with smooth and clean hair, and he looked like he was from a large family.

In addition, judging from the scars on the faces and arms of these people, it should at least be a trilogy or something.

Of course, it could also be some kind of ranger.

The slave hunting trade in the Han Empire has always been controlled by those top predators, and the imperial court's repeated orders and severe crackdowns have not worked, which shows how lucrative it should be.

Someone once said that when the profit of a transaction exceeds a hundredfold, people will rush to it; When the profit exceeds 300 times, 500 times, and 800 times, even the imperial court will go crazy about it, and thus begin to collude with officials and businessmen to compete with the people for profit.

According to Yang Chuan's knowledge, the biggest salt dealer in the Han Empire at the moment was Cao Xiang, and the largest iron ore owner was Zhuo Wangsun in Shuzhong; And the leader of the largest 'slave hunting group' is Liu Xuan.

A hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, not to mention, isn't Liu Yan still dead......

……

"What do you mean by a few uncles?"

Yang Chuan sneered in his heart, but there was a look of horror on his face, and he said anxiously: "I'm here to do serious business, I have money, I have a lot of gold at home, as long as you can sell enough people and livestock, I can eat hundreds!" ”

At the door of the stone house, the goatee man looked at Yang Chuan with a cold gaze, looked at Yang Chuan without smiling, and suddenly asked, "Your name is Yang Chuan?" ”

Yang Chuan's heart moved, and he smiled and said, "Hey, uncle knows him?" ”

"I don't know," the man sneered, "However, in this radius of more than 100 miles, there is only Yang Chuan thief, don't you say?" ”

Yang Chuan nodded: "Well, it makes sense, so what?" ”

"So, you're killing yourself," the middle-aged man put his hands in his sheepskin robe and said coldly, "Should I call you Yang Gongzi, or should I call you Lord Junhou?" ”

At this moment, Yang Chuan realized a hint of something wrong in his heart: 'I became the marquis of the Yulin Army's A field battalion, and there are only a handful of people who know about it. ’

'Who leaked it?' Is there a ghost inside the Yulin Army, or is there someone in the palace? ’

From this point of view, Liu Che's proud Yulin Army has long been riddled with holes, and the news has leaked like a rotten sieve, which is really a bit shocking to think about.

And what Yang Chuan is most concerned about is still his fiefdom in Zhuyuantou Village, how many pairs of eyes are staring at it, and what are they all about?

In fact, all this has little to do with Yang Chuan, the main root cause is that Princess Pingyang has been here a few times, and the salt dealer Cao Xiang has lived here for a long time, and now, there is also a field camp of the Yulin Army......

It's tiring to think about.

Yang Chuan rubbed his cheeks a few times, put these messy things in his heart behind, and grinned: "Actually, whether it is Yang Gongzi or the military marquis, they are just some false names.

A few uncles, how many people and livestock do you have on hand, I paid a high price and took them all. ”

Several men laughed heartily and seemed to be in a good mood.

The goatee man also smiled and said, "One or two hundred people have a fart, but it's only tens of thousands of dollars, but you Yang Chuan is different, on the bounty list of the slave hunting group, you are now worth a lot of money, and you can sell dozens of catties of gold casually."

Brethren, up! ”

In the end, it is a professional slave hunting group, and if you turn your face, you will turn your face, and you won't drag mud and water at all, before the man's words fell, a big net fell down, almost three or five zhang in size.

Several men have a clear division of labor, the net is cast, and the two people holding the bow and crossbow are like eagles and falcons, wandering around the edge of the big net, naturally in order to prevent the 'people and animals' from escaping, and they can shoot down with an arrow at will.

Yang Chuan didn't dare to be careless, rolled sideways, avoided the front of the big net, and a bright kitchen knife appeared in his hand.

He had already seen clearly that this large net, which was specially used to catch people, was woven from a woolen rope the thickness of the little finger, and it was so tough that ordinary swords and blades could not cut this thing at all.

However, his kitchen knife is different.

You must know that this kitchen knife, which is less than one and a half feet long and less than two inches wide, took him and his cousin's father three days and three nights to make it successfully.

In addition, on the back of the kitchen knife, he is very intimate to design it as a serrated shape, so that it is convenient to cut the tendons and brains of beef tendons, sheep's hooves, ankles and other parts, which is equivalent to a defensive blade with both offense and defense.

'Stab'.

Yang Chuan waved his hand upwards violently, and when his wrist flipped, the big net was cut off three or four feet long; Immediately afterwards, Yang Chuan rolled on the spot, and the kitchen knife in his hand was pulled again.

A triangular opening appeared on the originally neat large net.

Yang Chuan jumped upwards slightly, as if he was about to escape from the triangle; Several men shouted in unison, and the big net rolled upwards violently, covering Yang Chuan again in a blink of an eye.

"Loosen the rope, don't let him cut the net!"

The goatee man never made a move, but looked at the hunt coldly, with a hint of ecstasy on the corner of his mouth, and a smile gradually appeared in his two triangular eyes.

As he himself said, how much can three or two hundred 'human animals' be sold?

caught Yang Chuan, and it changed hands to dozens of catties of gold.

You know, it's real gold, not brass commonly used on the black market......

Yang Chuan was entangled in a big net, and he was helpless for a while, especially the members of this group of slave hunters are experienced and can control the big net freely, and the loose and loose big net, even if it is cut with a sharp kitchen knife, it is useless at all.

Seeing the rapid movement of those men under their feet, shaking the big net in their hands, and in a blink of an eye, they were entangled, Yang Chuan sneered, and suddenly fell to the ground and rolled.

At the same time, the kitchen knife in his right hand swung out and slashed through the net; But his left hand quietly touched into his bosom, took out a small and delicate bow and crossbow, and deducted the machine bracket at the goatee man.

Without waiting for the man to react, he pointed at the man closest to him, and gave another arrow.

Yang Chuan only hated that he was thin and small, and he couldn't compete with others in terms of strength, so ah, he prepared a lot of 'Yin Man Little Artifacts' for himself, even a master like Gongsun Li, if he was not careful, he would be crippled by him and slaughtered by others.

A few slave hunters are a piece of!

So, after seven or eight breaths, the battle was over.

Almost at the same time, Sister Leopard and the two sand sculptures also returned one after another, looking at the fresh flesh and blood on the corners of the mouths and claws of these goods, Yang Chuan knew that the members of the slave hunting group who were scattered around as 'dark whistles' were all finished......

……

Tied up and hung several half-dead men with 'pig's trotter buckles', Yang Chuan was not in a hurry to interrogate, but walked around this fort, not to mention, let him collect a lot of good things.

A few bags of coins, dozens of taels of gold, seven or eight pieces of sheepskin, and thirty or forty bamboo slips, almost all of these people's belongings.

By the way, there is also a very expensive roll of silk, which is stuffed in a half-foot-long bamboo tube and wrapped in a piece of torn sheepskin, which is a more important thing at first glance.

"What's the matter, just such a piece of?"

Putting together the 'spoils', taking them out in one go, and throwing them on the ground, Yang Chuan scolded indignantly: "I thought your slave hunting group was a golden nest, but I didn't expect it to be some poor people?"

You guys, don't plant good fields, just work on this three-legged cat, and learn from other slave hunters to make a lot of money?

Phew, poor! ”

He spat on the ground, ignoring the murderous gaze in the eyes of the men, and as soon as he sat down, he picked it up with disgust.

"The quality of these coins is too poor, there are too many doped things in the brass, look at it, it will break when it is broken, you still regard this kind of broken money as a treasure?"

"The quality of these gold sand is good, and it is good gold to be purified a little bit later, but there is too little gold sand at this point, so don't you want dogs?"

"This parchment is your ledger?"

"Tsk, messy, haven't you ever studied? Uh, by the way, how can you read and write......"

……

While disgusting, he stuffed those 'garbage things' into his bag, Yang Chuan's face was not embarrassed, and the members of the slave hunting group were about to cry.

"Holy shit, can you please shut up!"

A man couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded angrily: "We have worked hard to save up money for two or three years, so that you can swallow it in one bite, and the special mother is still making noise here, you, you, you are simply not human!" ”

The other two men cursed.

As for the goatee man, after being shot by Yang Chuan at the base of his thigh, he was already trembling in pain and sweating profusely, where could he still open his mouth to scold?

If swearing, eyes and saliva can kill people, it is estimated that Yang Chuan will be able to die hundreds of times at this time.

For the curses, angry glares and spitting of these people, Yang Chuan didn't hear it, and kept stuffing all the valuable things into his bag;

In the end, his two bags were bulging, and he really couldn't stuff anything, so Yang Chuan became depressed and scolded: "Look at you garbage, I don't have a place to stuff it." ”

So, he simply stripped off one of the men's sheepskin trousers, tied the two trousers with ropes, and began to stuff coins, parchment rolls, bamboo slips, etc. into them.

"Alright, everything is loaded, it's time to ask you a few words."

Yang Chuan picked up the half of the bamboo pipe, pulled out the silk thing from it, and unfolded it with a 'whoosh', with a very strange smile on his face: "How many of you, who will say it first?" ”

Some people cry, some people laugh, this bullshit world, it's time to let the cook's kitchen knife out of the sheath.

(End of chapter)