At noon, talking about the deeds of the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago with the martial arts people in the White Crane Tower, everyone drank heroically, the hour gradually passed, and felt a little drunk, and the young man in brocade left with his leave.

"Hahaha, the rivers and lakes are really lively, how can it be as dangerous as my father said, if it weren't for my father going to Xishan to deal with the five demons, I wouldn't have had a chance to escape and play, this day of daily practice is really boring!"

Walking out of the restaurant, looking up and blinding the scorching sun in the sky, the young man in brocade stretched his waist and grinned.

This brocade-clothed young man is the only son of Xie Junhao, the master of the martial arts gate, and the young owner of Haoyi Villa, Xie Yifeng!

Xie Yifeng likes literature and dislikes martial arts, so he has been locked up by his father Xie Junhao in Haoyi Villa and is not allowed to go out, getting up early every day to practice martial arts; half a month ago, Xie Junhao went to Xishan to deal with the five demons, Xie Yifeng secretly ran out.

"Count the days, no matter how fast Dad's journey is, I'm afraid it will take seven days to come back, and I can play for seven days, so unhappy!"

Shaking the white paper fan in his hand, and counting the days when his father came back, the corner of Xie Yifeng's mouth hooked up a smile.

After laughing, Xie Yifeng unfolded the white paper fan and walked towards the market.

"Old man, I don't think you want to live anymore! It's time to pay today's silver!"

But he hadn't walked for long, and when he turned a street, he saw a large crowd of people gathered in the market in front of him, and there was a rude shouting and scolding from among them.

Seeing this, Xie Yifeng, who had always been nosy, frowned, and then quickened his pace and walked forward.

After squeezing into the crowd, an old man dressed plainly was found setting up a cloth shoe stall, and the stall was lying on the ground in a mess, apparently vandalized.

In front of the stall, two rude men were glaring angrily, staring at the old man fiercely.

Although these two big men are strong and strong, they are both ordinary people.

"Uncle! no matter how good the little old man's stall is, he can earn a maximum of one or two taels of silver a day, but your silver is collected every day, and the silver earned by the little old man is given to you, how can you live! The little old man still has two grandchildren to support..."

Looking at the two big men timidly, the old man's eyes were wet and red, and he said pleadingly.

"Fart! Lao Tzu doesn't care! If you don't hand over the silver today, you don't want to set up a stall on this street in the future! Lao Tzu will smash it once he sees it!"

Hearing this, one of the dark-skinned men was furious and pushed the old man hard.

This old man was weak and weak, so how could he be the opponent of the big man! He immediately fell to the ground and cried loudly.

"Stop!

"There's no heavenly reason! You Iron Heads have no law!"

Seeing that one of the big men actually hit someone, the people around him shouted and cursed.

"Shut up! Dare to offend our Iron Head Gang, are you impatient!"

Looking at the people around him accusing him, another short big man showed a fierce look in his eyes and roared angrily.

As soon as these words came out, the people around them suddenly quieted down, and they were too frightened to speak.

The Iron Head Gang is a third-rate gang in the Hundred Flowers City, and its disciples often oppress the people, and collect silver from small vendors and merchants in the city every day.

Protecting silver, I don't know when, because there are more disciples in the sect, the six major factions gradually began to collect silver protection from the city near their sect's territory in order to make a living!

As the name suggests, the meaning of this silver protection is that small vendors and merchants pay silver taels every day, and if they encounter ruffians and scoundrels, the six major factions will protect them.

However, the six major sects are first-class sects in the rivers and lakes, and they naturally disdain to ask about these small things, so they found a small sect in the city to collect the silver protection, and let the small sect party hand over the silver protector for protection.

These small sects are extremely proud of the errand of collecting the silver, which is equivalent to being on the side of the six major sects!

Each household collects one or two lines of silver every day, of which seventy percent will be sent up the mountain and handed over to the hands of the six major factions, and the remaining thirty percent will be obtained by the small sects.

For these small sects that collect silver, the people in the city dare not speak out!

First, how can the power of these small sects be fought against by ordinary people?

Second, even if some people in the rivers and lakes are not accustomed to his style, they dare not ask because of the power of the six major factions!

"Hmph! Protecting the silver? Ridiculous! What is the difference between these six major factions today and the Shura Palace!"

As for the protection of silver, I had heard my father mention it, and I didn't feel that there was anything wrong at the time, but now that I saw it with my own eyes, Xie Yifeng was angry in his heart.

Glancing around, I saw that the people who were scolding one after another did not dare to speak out now, and there were also martial arts people in the crowd who had just drunk together in the White Crane Tower, but although these martial arts people gritted their teeth, no one cared!

Seeing this, he frowned deeply, Xie Yifeng's eyes were full of anger, pushed away the people in front of him, and strode towards the two Iron Head Gang disciples.

Since no one dares to ask, then I, Xie Yifeng, will meet this iron-headed gang for a while!

Seeing that everyone around him was bluffed by himself, the short man sneered proudly.

Just as he was smiling, he saw a young man in brocade walk out of the crowd and come to the old man's stall.

Immediately glanced at another companion, and both of them stared at Xie Yifeng with unkind eyes.

"Sir, excuse me, I want to buy cloth shoes..."

Ignoring the gaze of the two Iron Head Gang disciples, he came to the old man sitting on the ground, Xie Yifeng helped him up and said with a smile.

"Young man, the stall has closed today, you can come back another day..."

Glancing at Xie Yifeng, he saw the two Iron Head Gang disciples looking at him viciously, afraid of affecting the young man in front of him, the old man hurriedly said.

"Sir, this stall is still there, don't cheat you..."

Hearing this, Xie Yifeng closed the white paper fan in his hand and chuckled.

Around, seeing Xie Yifeng walking into the crowd, he actually wanted to buy cloth shoes, and everyone was worried.

"Well, young man, take any pair of cloth shoes you like..."

Seeing that Xie Yifeng insisted on buying cloth shoes, the old man blinded the two Iron Head Gang disciples and hurriedly urged.

I only hope that the other party will buy cloth shoes as soon as possible and leave early, so as not to be affected by himself.

"Okay, old man, I want all the cloth shoes you have here, do you think these silver taels are enough?"

Nodding, he took out a money bag from his arms and handed it to the old man, Xie Yifeng said with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, the old man's eyes widened and he looked at Xie Yifeng with a stunned expression, and everyone around him also looked surprised.

You must know that there are 100 pairs of cloth shoes on the old man's stall, and it is the first time that a teenager wants to buy 100 pairs of cloth shoes!

But after thinking about it carefully, some people with a clear heart have already guessed that the young man in brocade in front of him is uneven and wants to help the old man!

"Old man, I have twenty taels of silver in this money bag, I don't know if it's enough?"

Seeing that the old man looked at himself in a daze, and did not accept the money bag in his hand for a long time, Xie Yifeng smiled slightly and called softly.

"That's enough! Enough, young man, these twenty taels of silver are too much, and the little old man doesn't have any silver to find you..."

Waking up from his daze, the old man looked at Xie Yifeng in surprise, and replied with a trembling voice.

Have you ever heard it wrong, this young man wants to buy all his cloth shoes?

"Hehe, it's okay, old man, you don't have to look for this silver, the extra ... Let's send the watchdogs!"

Hearing this, he shook his head, glanced at the two Iron Head Gang disciples opposite, Xie Yifeng hooked a smile on the corner of his mouth, and replied leisurely.

As soon as these words came out, the people around who looked surprised looked at Xie Yifeng with shocked faces.

This is a wave of unsettled, wave after wave!

Everyone heard the voice, this brocade-clothed young man was scolding those two Iron Head Gang disciples for being dogs!

Then, everyone was worried about Xie Yifeng.

This brocade-clad boy is provoking the Iron Head Gang!

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