"Straight to the point."

Jian Siyuan continued.

"This case is led by the Governor's Palace, and Jin Gong may have used a few informants - of course, the intelligence source has nothing to do with us."

"It is written in the booklet that two days later, at the cattle drinking berth, the Fubo Gang will send a shipload of goods to the south."

Compared with the last Wang Mincai case, he spoke very bluntly this time.

"I heard that even the painting boat on the Yao River is checked every day."

Bai Jiaci wondered.

"The wind is so tight, and there are still people who dare to commit crimes, do they really want money and don't want their lives?"

"Not necessarily."

Jian Siyuan laughed back.

"Most of the time the world is difficult, it is not about right and wrong; Instead, he knew that there was no way ahead, but he had to go. ”

"The smuggling business on the Yao River is related to the livelihood of countless people."

"But that's secondary."

"The key is that once you earn some money, it is not so easy to get out."

As he spoke, he leaned over and flipped a few pages back from the booklet.

"This is the cargo to be sent out by the cattle to be sent out - half a ship is sackcloth for disguise, and half a boat is made of illicit salt and iron armor."

Across the wide table, several people frowned.

Dahua follows the old system of the previous dynasty, eats lakes and ponds, manages (official) mountains and seas, and specializes in salt and iron.

Smuggling salt and iron is a big crime, not to mention that this iron is still iron armor?

Hong Fan lowered his head and flipped through the booklet a few times, but he didn't find the answer he wanted.

"Where does the goods come from and to whom?"

So he looked up and asked.

"Salt probably comes from the west or north, and there are many salt lakes in Tongguang and Yuquan, and they are inexhaustible."

Jian Siyuan replied.

"As for the iron armor, it is not rare, who has no strong family with private soldiers in the border areas?"

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Hong Fan.

"Well, we've always been in the Golden Sea and have always followed the rules, and we only use leather armor."

He touched his nose and replied.

Jian Siyuan clasped his hands together and laughed, with an expression of "do you believe it or not".

"As for the buyers, there are no one else who can use a large amount of iron armor now, except for the Lord of Huaiyang."

He sighed.

Hong Fan is clear.

Since the Dahua Dynasty, the Huaiyang Feng clan has always been a first-class family, and after the rebellion of the Thirteen Kings, it was even more feudal and king.

What they ordered, the Fubo Gang can rely on for a while, but they can't rely on it for a lifetime.

Jian Siyuan saw that everyone had finished reading the booklet, and reached out to take it back.

"In this case, the requirements are also very simple to say - take people to intercept the goods, and try not to kill people."

He concluded.

"Last time, Hong Fan, you did a good job, and the admiral and the servant both praised each other."

"Don't let them down."

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Two days later, November 25.

In the cold of winter, Xijing rarely ushered in a warm day.

The snow melted two days ago and the weather was clear.

Thirty miles south of the city.

A second team of four men stationed their horses in front of a forest.

"I came to see it last night, and the forest is not deep, only two miles."

Hong Fan said, pointing to the top of his head.

This "has been" obviously refers to flying over.

"After the woodland, there is a wonton-shaped shallow bay, which is the cow drinking pool."

As he spoke, he slapped the red flag on the horse's ass.

The latter received the order, and as soon as his ears pricked up, he led his three companions to a thatched field that he had long been looking forward to.

Around the edge of the forest, there is a rammed earth road.

Hong Fan naturally chose not to take the big road.

He inspected the weapons and half-armor of his three teammates with his eyes, and led the way into the forest.

Most of the winter trees in Xijing have branches and no crowns.

The same is true here.

The bare roots float on the ground like knotted veins.

The long branches stretch upwards like hands pointing to the sky.

Dry leaves covered the ground.

The four of them hurried through, and there was a sound of shattering bones.

The cows don't drink much.

But the cargo ship that came today was not small.

The big ship with a length of 15 zhang and a width of 5 zhang can carry 230,000 catties, but the draft is less than one zhang, so it can use a small wharf.

Even in Xijing, this is the top river boat.

The ship is connected to the shore by several frowns.

The boatmen sweated profusely, and some of them even put down their padded jackets and carried them naked.

Not far from the shore, a grass hut was built in advance.

There is an incense case under the shed, and an incense burner is placed on the case.

Three sticks of incense curled up smoke.

Yellow paper was burning, and rooster blood was sprinkled on the side.

When the fire weakened, the ship came down to take charge.

"Master Wang, the goods are all ready, and the ship can be sent at any time."

He said to the leader in front of the incense case.

"Today everything went well."

The latter laughed.

This man was in his forties, well-proportioned, wearing a round hat and a mustache.

He turned around and took the hand of a short and stout man beside him: "On the way south, please leave everything to Brother Zhuang!" ”

"Do you dare to do your best?"

The latter said in a deep voice.

When the man in the round hat heard this, he bowed his head in satisfaction and was about to speak, but he caught a glimpse of the ship's steward's eyes.

He turned his head to look and saw four horsemen dressed in red silk clothes emerging from the forest in the distance.

The crowd of Fubo helps the minions roll the Adam's apple.

The faces of several leaders of the Pure and Penetrating Realm suddenly became gloomy.

"Hurry up."

The man in the round hat whispered to the steward.

As soon as the words fell, dozens of people on the boat were like ants on the hot pot.

They are all familiar with the stakes and know the stakes, and they do not need to be urged to divide their labor - unmooring for unmooring, hoisting sail for hoisting the sail, and raising the anchor for anchoring......

Several people on the shore exchanged glances.

The man in the round hat led people to hurry forward to greet him, and hugged his fist at Hong Fan's side from afar.

"In such a small place as Niu Yinbo, I don't know what can work on the big drive of Hong Gongzi and Ruyi Woman?"

He laughed loudly, and he didn't know whether it was unintentional or deliberate, and he and his subordinates were blocking Hong Fan and his party.

"Contemptible Wang Jinglong, the master of the Hengjiang Hall of the Fubo Gang, my friends on the road call me 'Yishi'."

"This one on the side is the 'fireman' Zhuang Shaoyuan Zhuang brother......"

Wang Jinglong smiled and spoke.

Then he was interrupted by Hong Fan's deep voice.

"Do you think I'm here to make friends?"

"Stop the boat."

He pointed with one hand to the distant cargo ship.

Wang Jinglong's face was slightly stiff.

"Hong Gongzi broke Lin Laoqi's hand in Mingyue Tower, and almost suffocated Liu Dashao."

"Your words, how dare I not listen to you?"

He smiled wryly.

"But Childe doesn't know anything, we all pay attention to auspiciousness in begging for life on the water."

"Today's auspicious time has arrived, I have lit incense and burned yellow paper, and I have passed the river god Niangniang."

"This ship really can't stop......"

Wang Jinglong smiled and made a long gesture.

From north to south, it is a smooth stream, and today it happens to be a good wind.

The sails are full.

Hong Fan stopped talking nonsense and gave a look.

Wu Ruyi then went around from the side, intending to intercept the ship directly.

The minions of the Fubo Gang did not dare to move.

At this time, the short and stout man nicknamed "Fire Hand" took two oblique steps and intercepted her.

There was a bang.

Bai Jiaci and Zhan Yuanzi unsheathed their swords.

"Hall Master Wang, is this going to do something with us?"

Hong Fan asked loudly, not angry but laughing.

"Young Master Hong, don't get me wrong!"

Wang Jinglong gave his hand again.

"It's just a small deal that can't be put on the table, why is it here?"

His posture was low, but his muscles were tense.

The ship gradually went offshore.

Hong Fan sneered and took the lead.

(End of chapter)