Chapter 243

"Yes, some left." Ding Ding Zuodong said, "However, the Li family and the Shu family went the opposite way and are also buying assets on a large scale. They are the most important weather vanes; if they don't leave, most people won't leave either."

"They saw our style and also want to gamble?"

"The family property of these two families is all over Xiazhou, especially Dunyu, so they can't move easily." Otherwise, it would be hurting their muscles and bones.

He He Lingchuan sneered: "Good gambling nature. After the summer swamp is dried up, the biggest crocodiles are the ones that die in the swamp bottom."

Ding Ding Zuodong was cautious: "But they gambled right, right?"

"This time it's right." He He Lingchuan patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, the victory report from the front line is coming soon; people who have confidence in the He family and Dunyu should be rewarded."

Ding Ding Zuodong breathed a sigh of relief in secret, but felt that the Young Master's words were meaningful.

"Okay, calculate how much money I have left?"

Hearing this, Ding Ding Zuodong hurriedly reported the accounts to He He Lingchuan, and reported them one by one without missing a single one.

In these six days, he attacked everywhere and gave He He Lingchuan many high-quality assets without stopping.

What was good, what was bad, what was poisonous, he had already seen in his eyes; previously he was distressed by poverty, but now that he could operate with other people's money, he was really merciless when cutting prices and didn't have soft hands when buying shops and property.

He hadn't been so high-spirited for a long time.

In just these few days, more than eighty thousand of He He Lingchuan's one hundred thousand taels of silver had gone out, more than ten thousand of which went out today, and the money left on the account was only more than ten thousand.

Ding Ding Zuodong was still wanting more, wishing he could continue to chop hands for him.

"When the situation in Dunyu stabilizes and people have confidence again, just selling these shops and property, you can at least earn back more than twice the money."

He He Lingchuan shook his head: "Twice is too little."

How much can the status of a purple gold pestle be worth compared to the livelihood of mortals?

"These are long-term businesses." Ding Ding Zuodong smiled, "The rental income in normal times is endless."

Being able to generate endless cash flow is a good asset.

He He Lingchuan took out a note: "Since I have a medicine firm, go and collect these medicinal materials for me and hand them to the medicine ape Lingguang." Now he buys medicine at cost price.

Speaking of which, his original intention to make money was just that he thought Yin-Yang Powder was too expensive and was afraid of eating his savings; how did he lay out such a big stall now? Sigh, he really found trouble for himself.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, he called Shan Shan Youjun: "Right, Jiao Tai was released in the evening; you can go and take him away." He threw another plate and a silver ingot, "Having stayed in the jail for so many days, his injuries can't be better; you can use this plate to see a doctor and get medicine at Huixiang Hall, and put it on my account; you can pass this silver to Jiao Tai, consider it my little heart."

Shan Shan Youjun was overjoyed, and his feet were soft again.

He He Lingchuan was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and grabbed him: "Don't kneel, get out!"

This kid cared about Jiao Tai in his heart, which could be considered affectionate and righteous; this kid clearly cared in his heart, but didn't ask for six days, which could also be considered to have some city government.

The people Sun Sun Hongye recruited were okay.

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Before going to bed that night, He He Lingchuan patted the broken blade: "Remember, arrange another battle between me and Meng Shan tonight."

Sure enough, when he entered the Panlong dream, he appeared in the Reading Wu Tang very simply.

He had been practicing with Meng Shan these few days, which indirectly showed that the broken blade could indeed understand his words.

He walked to the side of the north courtyard of the Reading Wu Tang and patted the fence hard: "Meng Shan, come out!"

Seeing him, Meng Shan was already a bit impatient: "Are you here to compete, or to find abuse?"

He beat this kid up every time, and if it were anyone else, they would have died four times, so how could this He-surnamed person be full of energy the next day to challenge him one-on-one?

Could it be that the bone cracking and fracture sounds he heard were all fake? He He Lingchuan's provocation only had three words, but it worked every time: "Are you afraid?"

White steam was about to come out of Meng Shan's nostrils. He strode through the pavilion and walked to the south courtyard.

As soon as his figure appeared, the audience in the north and south courtyards knew there was excitement to watch, and immediately gathered around, some whistling, some cheering for He He Lingchuan.

Losing repeatedly was very miserable; but insisting on fighting after losing repeatedly could also make people look at him with admiration.

Especially since the broken blade's opponent was still Meng Shan, this man like a violent bear. Even the Great Wind Army soldiers in the north courtyard were unwilling to fight him.

The skinny guy didn't know where he drilled out from, full of spirit: "The market is open, the market is open, let's bet on how long the broken blade can hold on today!"

In these few days, although He He Lingchuan had never won, the time he insisted on every day was extending. The skinny guy used this to make a big fuss and earned a lot of money.

He He Lingchuan also joined in and threw a silver ingot at him: "Skinny guy, bet on me holding on for more than a quarter of an hour!" He was the one being beaten, he was the one suffering, so there was no reason he couldn't share the money.

"Alright!"

"Then I bet he can't hold on!" Meng Shan had a straight face and pressed his knuckles until they clicked, "Tell me, how do you want to die today?"

He He Lingchuan waved his hand: "Don't be in a hurry, ask you a question first."

"Say it." In front of such a beatable human sandbag, Meng Shan's temper was rarely good.

"Have you competed with General Hong?"

"Of course." Otherwise, how could he be convinced and willing to surrender?

"He defeated you, very easily?"

Meng Shan rolled his eyes and stretched out three fingers:

"Just five moves."

He was still very proud in his words: "Those guys in the north courtyard, some of them couldn't even hold on for two moves!"

Two Great Wind Army soldiers were unconvinced after hearing it and roared at him while lying on the fence: "Isn't it because you are fat!"

Tonnage is also capital.

He He Lingchuan took a long breath.

The Dao is endless; this sentence was really not just for fun.

The road ahead is long.

……

This night was clear, without wind or snow.

Heaven helped, and the Zhan family's motorcade successfully went south, rushed nearly forty miles of night road, and finally arrived at Bu County.

Following this team were nearly twenty thousand commoners, merchants, and small nobles.

The permanent population of Bu County itself was only seventeen thousand, which certainly couldn't accommodate these uninvited guests. Besides, it wasn't dawn yet, and the curfew hadn't ended, so no one could be let in.

The Zhan family negotiated under the city gate for a long time, but the honest-looking city gate officer just wouldn't let them in.

Therefore, everyone could only set up tents on the open space outside the county town to rest. For those who wanted to keep warm, if they were a step late, they would find that all the firewood in the small woods had been picked clean by others.

Escaping disaster is like this; don't expect to see others' warm faces, and don't expect to drink hot water on the road.

For the leading figures of the Zhan family and many nobles, they had never been so down and out in their lives.

But thinking that the Dunyucheng they escaped from was about to be covered by the flames of war, they were still very fortunate in their hearts.

Better to live miserably than to die.

Fortunately, it was early spring, and although the morning and evening were cold and the ice and snow hadn't melted completely, it was not as harsh as the cold winter two months ago.

Everyone walked forty miles and was exhausted, so they could fall asleep even lying on ice and snow.

As a result, before dawn, two fast horses came from the north and shouted under the city gate: "Urgent order from the provincial government, open the gate!"

Shouting like this three times, the city guards verified the order and opened the gate.

The movement spread far away, and the Dunyu people sleeping in the tents also heard it. Some were still sleeping in a daze, while others were already whispering: Dunyu sent a message, and it was an urgent message.

What news could it be? The Xunzhou army has already swept south?

This kind of discussion soon reached the ears of the Zhan family.

Another hour passed, the rooster crowed, and the city gate opened.

Zhan Song, the head of the Zhan family, immediately led his clansmen into the city to find an inn to stay and rest. Having slept in the wild for half the night, they were sore and painful all over.

Of course, the Zhan family didn't forget to send people to inquire everywhere.

It's just that just after Zhan Song and the others finished washing and sat down to eat the first cage of steamed buns, the servant rushed back and shouted: "Won, won!"

"What won!" Before Zhan Song could speak, his family scolded, "Shouting and screaming, where did the rules go?"

Zhan Song was anxious and couldn't care about etiquette: "Speak quickly!"

"Bu County posted notices all over the city and sent special personnel to preach that the new Chief Steward sent troops to meet the Xunzhou army, won consecutive great victories in Xinhuang, Hetao, and Lu'an, defeated more than nine thousand people with one thousand six hundred people, and beheaded two enemy generals!"

The steamed bun Zhan Song was holding fell to the table: "Notice... wrote it like this?"

The Zhan family was in an uproar, and everyone said: "I don't believe it!"

"How is it possible!"

"The provincial government is faking it, wanting to stabilize people's hearts; this absolutely cannot be believed!"

Zhan Song's heart was in a mess, and he only felt that everyone was buzzing and noisy, so he couldn't help but pat the table: "Quiet!"

With a bang, it was quiet.

His wife tentatively asked him: "Master, what do you think?"

Zhan Song calmed down: "Send a fast horse back to inquire, and we will all stay in Bu County today."

At this time, there was no better way, and the clansmen had no objection, whispering everywhere.

Others left, and Zhan Song sat in the room for a while, feeling more and more depressed, so he went out to walk around.

The guests coming and going had smiles on their faces, which looked very unpleasant.

Finally, he walked into a teahouse, and every table was discussing this victory. He just found an empty table and sat down, and the waiter served a pot of hot tea and a plate of dried fruit.

"I didn't order this."

"The shopkeeper sent it, one portion per table." The waiter grinned, "There was a great victory in the north today, and we are so happy!"

"It's not the first time to win a battle, is it worth it?"

"That was two thousand against nine thousand, and they won!" The waiter put the towel on his shoulder, "The new Chief Steward really has two brushes."

"The opening is not bad, I hope he can hold on later."

"That's right." The waiter restrained his smile and sighed, "I don't know if the new Chief Steward can fight that group of wealthy bastards in Dunyucheng! A large group of people came outside the county today, saying they were fleeing from Dunyu; I don't know what's going on. Why run after winning?"

"……" Zhan Song's smile became bitter.

Outside, firecrackers were crackling on the street, and some people were setting off firecrackers to celebrate.

This one set off, that one set off, and the whole city was full of joy as if it were a festival.

The Dunyu people who only followed the Zhan family were also uneasy, and notices were posted outside the city gate, as if they were posted specifically for them to see.

(End of chapter)