The Governor of Dahua is a second-class person, and he has always been set up for events and is not in his job.

Whoever is ordered to confront the intricate local system, so he has the right to "open the government by himself and hire Shi Cheng privately".

Jin Ziming's shogunate in Xijing had more than 40 people.

Although these people are not appointed by the central government, their decision-making authority is often excessive.

The Heng Wei in front of him is the chief secretary of the Governor's Mansion and belongs to the core figure.

"Heng often hears that the second team of Xijing Ti Cavalry is brave in doing things, and its reputation is really well-deserved!"

He smiled heartily and bowed to the four horsemen.

"It's just doing what it's told."

Hong Fan ignored his affectionate attitude and replied lightly.

Heng Wei was not annoyed, and stepped forward to check on a few prisoners.

"Mr. Zhuang is famous in the area of Feibai Mountain and Rose Sea, why bother to stir up the muddy waters on the Yao River?"

He asked Zhuang Shaoyuan first.

The latter had a sullen face and did not say a word.

Heng Wei said "hey" and looked at Wang Jinglong, who was pale.

"This must be Your Excellency the 'Yishi' who has been friends with my god for a long time, but has not been masked?"

"You look so bad, are you seriously injured?"

He gently shook the folding fan, pretending to be sincere.

Wang Jinglong raised his head and squeezed out a languishing smile.

"I heard that the master of Hengjiang Hall is the pillar of the Fubo Gang, but I didn't expect to do it myself, so ......"

Heng Wei sneered when he saw this.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Dressed in white cloth, pretending."

Wang Jinglong stared at the head and folding fan, and mocked.

When Heng Wei heard this, his knuckles tightened, and his smile was extinguished in an instant.

He put away the folding fan, stared at Wang Jinglong coldly, and turned his head to Hong Fan: "Hong Shaoxia, dare to ask where the ship and the cargo are?" ”

"It's all in the heart of the river."

Hong Fan replied.

Heng Wei's eyebrows tightened - the river is empty, where is there a boat?

"They prepared fires on the boat, and when they saw that they could not escape, they sank themselves in the middle of the river."

Hong Fan added.

Heng Wei relaxed his complexion at this time.

"I see, the cargo can't run away even if it sinks, so it doesn't hurt to spend more effort salvaging."

"As for these suspects, why don't you let me wait and take them away? The Governor and I will be grateful for the friendship of the young man......"

He asked tentatively again.

"There is an order from the upper peak, these people should be brought back to the Zhangwu Academy for custody, please don't be embarrassed."

Hong Fan shook his head resolutely and did not accept the empty check.

"Naturally not."

Heng Wei saw that he was resolute, so he had to give up.

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A few days later, on November 29.

It is cold in the depths of winter.

In the south of Xijing City, the north wind passes through the street, blowing snow like sand.

Next to the cargo terminal, there is a large mansion entrenched, which occupies a large area.

This is the helmsman of the Fubo Gang.

The courtyard is deeply locked, and there are people guarding everywhere.

The second into the main hall, "water relief and waves" four-character plaque hangs high.

On the table are large red roses that bloom out of season.

The window was half open, and the wind was cold.

But with the four heaters lit indoors, it is not stuffy or dry, and the cold and heat are just right.

In the armchair at the top of the left column, a man in his fifties with gray sideburns sits on half of the chair.

This person's name is Sheng Lifu, the master of the Fubo Gang Carrier, in charge of logistics grain and grass.

"Miss, I've been waiting for a full hour, isn't the helper free?"

He forced his mind and asked the head.

The girl on the circle chair rested her hands on her cheeks, her legs curled up under the red dress, leaving a snow-white ankle.

can be called the eldest lady by the hall master, except for Ao Zhixian, there is no one else.

She chuckled when she heard this, her eyes narrowed into a pair of crescents, and she took half a cup of ginger tea first.

"There are a lot of rights and wrongs in the gang during this time, and Uncle Sheng knows it."

The hot soup was in her stomach, and she exhaled the hot air before she smiled back.

"If it's not a big event, why don't uncles follow the usual practice and talk to me first?"

"Maybe my niece can handle it too?"

Her eyes blinked, and she glanced at Sheng Lifu.

The latter's sideburns were dripping with fine sweat.

"Uncle Sheng doesn't mean that, how can the eldest lady not be able to control the big and small things in the gang?"

He said quickly, but he regretted coming over today.

But at this point, I can no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.

"Miss, alas, the main thing this time is a mixed ...... public-private affairs"

Sheng Lifu squeezed out a smile.

"My uncle has been running in the gang for half his life, and he will be in the year of the sixtieth year in two years, and this body is really rusty."

"Those eczema around the waist and thighs have grown well and long, and if you accidentally scratch them, your hands will be full of blood."

"When it comes to a thunderstorm, the knee is more like a knife......"

"The position of the hall master will be handed over to the young man when the time comes."

He let out a long sigh, with two vicissitudes.

Ao Zhixian listened silently, pondered for a moment, and then raised his head again.

"I understand, the wind is high and the waves are urgent, Uncle Sheng is going to quit the gang?"

She popped out with a blank face.

"It's not a retreat, it's not a retreat!"

Sheng Lifu hurriedly waved his hand.

"I'm going to wash my hands ...... a golden basin"

"At this time?"

Ao Zhixian looked at him quietly, and his voice was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

Sheng Lifu finally showed a shameful face.

"Actually, I had an idea a few years ago, and I've been embarrassed to tell the helper."

"It's just that when I saw the child growing up, I unconsciously shortened my heart, and I wanted to live a stable life more and more."

He explained with some difficulty.

Ao Zhixian finally nodded his head.

"Uncle has been meritorious to the gang over the years."

"Do you plan to stay in Xijing in the future?"

She asked softly.

Sheng Lifu saw that Ao Zhixian's mouth was slightly loose, and he couldn't help but pull the collar that was wet with sweat.

"I won't stay in Xijing anymore, and I'm going to move to Hongyi City."

His tone brightened.

"What will you do then?"

Ao Zhixian asked again.

"I haven't thought about it yet; But I still have some savings, and I always get by. ”

Sheng Lifu said with a smile.

The girl on the circle chair hung down her legs, embroidered shoes on her toes, and took over the conversation.

"Uncle Sheng is planning to live an easy life."

"It's the hardest time in the gang."

She pressed her hand on her knee skirt and said coldly.

Sheng Lifu breathed.

Then, he saw Ao Zhixian's smile bloom completely.

The safflower on the table suddenly lost its color.

"Uncle Niu and Uncle Wang are still in the prison of the Zhangwu Academy."

"Business on the Yao River has been suspended for two months, and the people below are making a lot of noise."

"So, does my uncle think that the Fubo Gang is about to fall and want to jump ship?"

She asked, smiling.

"How could I have that meaning?"

Sheng Lifu shivered all over, stammered back, and unconsciously glanced at the stove and window.

The carbon fire is hot, and the heart is cold.

"There is a helper, and the Liu family is a towering tree, how can Jin Ziming move?"

He forced a breath of neutrality and smiled.

"Then why don't your uncle insist on it and take another trip to the gang?"

Ao Zhixian's eyebrows raised.

"The eldest lady speaks, and she should obey her fate!"

Sheng Lifu replied without blinking.

"Really?"

Ao Zhixian sneered.

"If my uncle really thinks like this, why did he send his wife and children out of the city yesterday?"

Eating this question, Sheng Lifu's face lost blood.

"How do you know? You moved them?! ”

He asked through gritted teeth, his grip on the wooden handrail creaking.

(End of chapter)