Outside the city of Yangzhou, in an ordinary-looking house.

There are quite a few people sitting here.

The old peasants in coarse undershirts, the merchants in silk and satin, the scholars sitting in their lapses, and the knight leaders who appeared outside the city that day.

Several scholars are more special, sitting alone but not talking to each other, as if for some special reason formed a natural camp.

The crowd either remained silent or lowered their voices to greet each other.

At this moment, a smiling fat man came in from the back hall.

With a kind and kind face, squinting and smiling, he is a Maitreya Buddha.

When everyone saw him coming, they didn't dare to hold it up, so they got up and saluted: "Big stall head!" ”

The big stall head is nicknamed Living Maitreya, a legendary figure, the big stall head of the Yangzhou Salt Gang, and one of the people of the Jiangnan Salt Gang.

This person has always shown kindness and harmony, but he can run the Yangzhou Salt Gang here for life.

"Okay, okay, let's all sit down and talk." The big gear pressed the hand.

After everyone sat down, he also talked nonsense, beckoning a few attendants to bring trays to everyone.

The red cloth on them was opened, and stacks of silver tickets, ready-made gold bills, and fine pearls and jade were presented.

Boom...

I don't know who made a loud spitting sound.

It's no wonder that he is so, on the tray in front of him, the silver ticket alone is enough for 100,000 taels!

This person is one of the scholar gangs, or rather, he is one of the members of the [Master Group and Staff Group], and the person behind him is the one with the lowest rank in terms of official position.

The head of the big stall arched his hand, and he rarely showed a trace of regret: "When the flowers will wither and the leaves will fall, it is an honor to be able to work with you." ”

"The crime of non-war is very helpless, and I hope you will not dislike it."

"Let's get together and disperse, and if there is an opportunity in the future, we might as well continue to cooperate."

The head of the big stall was also annoyed in his heart, and called Hu Laosan to make a mistake and bad things, forcing the literary drama of both sides to end early and enter the martial arts drama directly.

But Hu Laosan is dead, his mother-in-law has no whereabouts, at most he is angry with his three sons, it makes no sense.

Everyone looked at each other, but they really didn't expect the big stall to call people because of this.

However, since this man has spoken, they can only accept the money.

The first to do it was the merchant group, and after accepting the money, they politely took their leave and left.

Everyone takes what they need, and the Chamber of Commerce pays no less than the Salt Gang.

At the risk of killing the head, the investment did not make tenfold or hundredfold profits.

The second to do it were three old farmers in undershirts, and if you look closely, their dress is quite similar to Hu Laosan.

At this time, the head of the stall shouted: "The fourth child has blocked the disaster for the third child, take one more copy." ”

Someone else brought out a tray.

"I... Alas... Thank you very much. ”

The salt mill under the fourth child was the workshop of Lijia Village, which was killed by Peng Fei and led by the team, and the last alive mouth also died in the dungeon.

The cubs are all dead, but the family is still there, and the big stall is still thinking about his family at this time, so it can be said that he is not careful.

When the people were almost gone, the leader of the Red Turban thieves did not take the goods on the tray.

He seems to have something else to do with the big stall head.

"I know what you ask me to do, the situation has not yet settled, and I am not in a hurry to do so."

The big stall head suddenly spoke, listening to his voiceover, it seemed that there was a backhand.

"Dismiss them so that they won't be involved, after all, it's a painstaking connection, don't involve others."

The leader of the red turban thieves arched his hand: "The big stall is high-righteousness!" ”

Hehe, I'm afraid you can't afford to provoke this group of people, and you don't have the courage to drag them to death!

It's good to get together and disperse, and the other party will not be stingy to help in the future, after all, there is a handle.

The fish dies and the net is broken, and you must be the one who dies first!

The head of the stall had a calm face and waved his hand: "There is a lack of an adult who did not come today, you go for me, and you must personally deliver the things to this person." ”

"Let's go three times."

The leader of the red turban thieves clenched his fists and bowed his head: "Just do what you want, I don't know this absent adult...."

"Patrol the history of the salt court, Guo Zheng Guo Chengyuan."

"What!"

The leader of the Red Turban Thieves suddenly raised his head.

——————

Guo Mansion.

Guo Feng went to invite Lu Fan to taste tea but was refused, on the grounds that his cultivation has been a little weak recently and he needs time to polish.

It's not an excuse, he's been too fast, too smooth, and that's not all good.

At the slightest difficulty, I have the illusion of 'I can't do it'.

People are still better to suffer some setbacks and sharpening, just like dough, knead a few more times in one direction, it will be more tendonous.

As a result, Guo Feng didn't move, Guo Zheng simply went to invite Lu Fan in person.

There were people in the reception room that he hadn't usually met.

Those who have shown up are military generals, such as Peng Fei, Wu Yuanping and others.

Those who don't show up are naturally the staff group.

A hero with three gangs, no matter how conceited Guo Zheng is, it is impossible to handle government affairs alone.

Seeing that Guo Zheng had invited Lu Fan in person, Guo Feng couldn't help but pat his thigh and said with a smile to the staff group.

"Ah, Gao Gao still called Lu Daochang, and so is the eldest brother, Lu Daochang's breakthrough is imminent, he has more strength, and my safety will be more guaranteed!"

Everyone also laughed good-naturedly, and the slight unhappiness in their hearts vanished.

Guo Feng is indeed better at observing people's hearts than Guo Zheng.

These are all readers, and they are all arrogant in their hearts.

After taking a seat, Guo Zheng briefly introduced some to both parties, and said slowly while tasting tea.

"Everything that has happened before, and what we have achieved, has been written down in folds and handed to the Holy One."

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, and their hearts beat wildly.

Don't be scolded, don't be beaten, thank God!

"The Holy Lord replied..."

Speaking of this, a group of scholars and Guo Feng stood up together, folded their hands in place and raised their heads slightly.

This is the etiquette of the reader when facing the boss, and the reader does not have to kneel.

Peng Fei and the other martial artists knelt down after they got up.

If you're wearing armor, just bow your head.

Only Lu Fan just stood up.

If it weren't for the fact that Guo Zheng wouldn't have been embarrassed, he wouldn't even bother to stand.

The emperor must be cautious when he comes in person, but this is just a sentence, and it is not enough to make a big fuss.

"Thieves are rampant, be punished!"

Everyone's hearts trembled.

Guo Zheng sighed: "Just this sentence, let's go back first, everything is as usual, and there must be no slack in the salt gang." ”

This sentence is heavy enough, and it represents a lot of things behind it.

A group of thieves took advantage of the night to kill the official's mansion, if it wasn't for Lu Fan's presence, Guo Mansion would have been washed in blood that night.

Even if Guo Zheng can endure it, the emperor can't bear it!

If you don't make a thunderous counterattack, what will the princes of the court think in the future? What do the people of the world think?

You must know that Guo Zhengke is one of the outstanding representatives of the world's scholars!

It's a pity that no one expected that that night was purely a small leader's own initiative.

He was hot-headed for a while, which directly made the game between the two sides enter the white heat in advance.

Therefore, the little people also have a power to be reckoned with.

After everyone walked away, Guo Zheng's face changed drastically and was extremely ugly.

"Brother Xian, woe to you!"

Lu Fan didn't know why.

Guo Zheng sighed, took out a greeting note and handed it over.

When I opened it, the first sentence I put into my eyes was: Ji Zhipeng, the head of the Red Turban Society's Swift Wind Hall, was entrusted to worship by the head of the Yangzhou Salt Gang.

"What a guts!" Lu Fan couldn't help but gasp.

The Red Turban Club is not a legal gang in the first place, and now it is written that it is entrusted by the head of the Salt Gang to visit!

Grass, isn't this Dajing World official very authoritative, how can any cat or dog dare to provoke the imperial court officials!

"Brother Xian." Guo Feng shouted.

Lu Fan suddenly raised his head and waved his hand to stop what he was about to say: "It's too late!" ”

Man, here it is.