Chapter 882

"And Beijia, I know." He Lingchuan smiled, "Beijia's name is scary, but this is not Beijia's territory, it's Panlongcheng's. It is far away, otherwise why would it only send a Fushan Lie to stir up the muddy water, instead of a massive army?" Longchuan and Beijia are separated by several small countries like Jin Tao, and also separated by the Xiji country, it is indeed far away.

"As long as all gangs isolate the Xiji puppet army and don't stir up with it, I naturally have a way to clean it up."

Sure enough, in order to deal with the Xiji puppet army, Yuheng City wanted to buy them off first.

Xu Zeshou pointed to the token on the table: "If we are hired, I mean if, what else does Yuheng City want us to do?"

"You collect fees according to the road section, you can't raise prices indiscriminately, I will send people to inspect regularly." He Lingchuan pointed to the Longchuan map again, "You must maintain the security within your respective road sections. Once caravans are attacked and damaged, your salary will be deducted! In addition, since the road tax belongs to you, then the maintenance of the road surface of the road section also belongs to you, whether it is mud and stone collapse or the destruction of the trestle bridge, you must deal with it in time."

There is nothing to say about this, taking public money means doing things, and the two bandit leaders couldn't pick out any faults.

"We will eliminate the Xiji puppet army, and all gangs must also contribute manpower and effort." He Lingchuan added, "This point can be discussed in detail later."

The two major bandit leaders looked at each other and both said: "We have to go back and summon the gang members to discuss it."

"It should be." He Lingchuan expressed understanding, "If you are hesitant, why not try it for half a month? You can't buy a loss and you can't buy a trap."

Indeed, the plan brought out by Yuheng City seems to be cheap for the bandit gang. They use it first, and they don't lose money.

The tea in front of them was cold, but Xu and Tao still didn't dare to drink it. But the tense atmosphere that was originally drawn with swords and bows had dissipated at some point.

The two bandit leaders stood up, said goodbye to He Lingchuan politely, and then turned into the water park with a group of subordinates.

Just on the boat, Xu Zeshou asked Tao Lin: "Old Tao, what do you think?"

Their relationship wasn't that good originally, and Xu Zeshou had a nephew killed by Qianjin Stronghold. But the pressure from the Xiji puppet army and Fushan Lie made these two major bandit leaders walk closer and closer.

"This He surname shouldn't be a fool, giving so many benefits, just for recruitment!" Tao Lin was also thinking, "He is afraid that we will stand with Fushan Lie. Looking back, if we agree to Commander He's conditions, we will be openly opposed to Fushan Lie."

Xu Zeshou also nodded: "Fushan Lie is a Beijia general, he doesn't eat this set, when the time comes to loot to our territory, we still have to protect those fat sheep... I mean caravans."

Fushan Lie and the Xiji puppet army will never accept Yuheng City's recruitment. Just looking at their origins, they are completely different from other water bandits in Longchuan.

Therefore, the Xiji puppet army will continue to make trouble on the Longchuan trade route.

But Qianjin Stronghold and Qiuhua Gang accept official waist tokens, not only sitting and collecting money, but also maintaining security.

Not only can they not loot caravans themselves, but they also have to prevent other water bandits from rushing over to loot.

Water bandits turned into official soldiers, and even turned back to fight water bandits. How can this thing be so ridiculous, especially since everyone lives in Longchuan, can the neighborhood relationship be harmonious?

But Xu Zeshou gritted his teeth again: "Fushan Lie is determined to annex and grow bigger, and he is becoming more and more impolite to us. I heard that he is also a killing general in Beijia. If he is allowed to continue to mess around, Gang Leader Tao, those small bandit gangs that disappeared are our lessons from the past."

Tao Lin gave a hum.

As the leader of the largest gang in Longchuan, he was also deeply afraid of the Xiji puppet army.

After all, the other side has Jin Tao and Beijia supporting them, and their side is all Jianghu grass bandits, what do they use to fight against others' background? Unless you also find a backer, such as Yuheng City.

"Just like what He said, it's okay to try." Tao Lin was also moved, "Anyway, the subordinates are all there, if Yuheng City dares to play any tricks, we will immediately rebel!"

Xu Zeshou smiled: "Not bad. When the time comes, throw away the waist token, and we will return to Longchuan."

With Qianjin Stronghold taking the lead, the pressure on the Qiuhua Gang to accept official tokens would be much smaller.

Until they left, He Lingchuan stood up and stretched: "Work finished, return to Yuheng City!"

Menban turned his head and whistled, and many people stood up in the shadows behind the low hill of the post station.

When He Lingchuan returned to Yuheng City, it was already dark.

He went to the City Guard Office to flip through the information sent from Longchuan, and just sat down to read for half a quarter of an hour, when there was a flapping sound outside, and a bird flew through the window and landed on the table.

The Goshawk came.

"Master asked me to ask you, are you busy tonight?"

It lived on the hill behind their residence.

He Lingchuan looked at the information piled up like a mountain on the desk: "Not busy."

"She wants you to go home for dinner."

He Lingchuan's spirit lifted, grabbed a few pieces of information and threw them into the storage ring: "Going back now!"

Two quarters of an hour later, he was walking on the mountain road home.

Under his feet were the ten thousand lights of Yuheng City, but looking up it was pitch black, except for the lanterns at his own door flickering in the evening wind.

The autumn cold was like water, and the mountain road at night was covered with dark frost, slipping if you weren't careful.

But looking at the light above, He Lingchuan walked very comfortably, his boots stepping on the sand and stone, creaking.

That is home.

Walking on this road, his whole body relaxed, and the tension and hard work of the day disappeared. Because he knew that home was just a few steps away, fast or slow, he would walk there sooner or later.

There is someone he wants to see at home.

The Goshawk didn't wait for him, and flew back to its nest to sleep early.

He passed his own house without returning, and pushed open the courtyard door of Master Sun directly.

The courtyard was large, the lanterns under the eaves illuminated the crape myrtle flowers nearby, and the big fat carp in the pond were sleepy, hearing He Lingchuan's footsteps, they just lazily flicked their tails.

The window was bright, and He Lingchuan just walked to the eaves, Sun Fuling pushed the door to greet him:

"Back?"

There were several fluorescent spores in the room for lighting, and Master Sun's home was still so orderly.

Looking at the beauty under the lamp, her face had a few more warm halos.

"How is your body?" He Lingchuan grabbed her hand, still cold.

"Very good, wash your hands and eat."

He Lingchuan went to wash his hands in the water tank under the eaves and accompanied her to the kitchen.

Compared to the wooden house in Panlongcheng, this residence could be considered a mansion, and the side room outside the kitchen was changed into a dining room by Sun Fuling.

Simple, bright, and a bottle of newly broken dahlia was placed on the desk.

However, a rough pottery side stove had already been placed on the round dining table, charcoal was added underneath, a lid was added on top, and the soup was already boiling.

He Lingchuan smelled the strange fragrance, reached out to lift the lid, and saw that it was sauce-colored and golden red, actually with more than half a pot of sheep scorpion.

"Yo, hot pot tonight?" Still sheep scorpion pot.

Master Sun made it? It doesn't smell like it.

Sun Fuling seemed to understand his heart, pursed her lips: "The Quanfu Building I took you to a few days ago also does delivery business. I ordered a pot."

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, this distance is not close. Master Sun is really a little rich woman.

He Lingchuan had the eye, and hurried into the kitchen to help, but saw that the beef and mutton were cut into thin slices that could be transparent, neatly coded into ten plates.

Master Sun's knife skills are still so hard.

The two took the meat and vegetables into the dining room, and He Lingchuan fished out the sheep scorpion to eat.

After eating the meat, it was time to scald the vegetables.

Sun Fuling picked up the bayberry wine on the side and filled his cup.

"Is it smooth today?"

"Very smooth, as expected." He Lingchuan then briefly reported the meeting with the two major bandit leaders this afternoon to the leader.

Sun Fuling listened carefully before smiling: "No wonder Mr. Wen is so angry, you are indeed tolerant of the water bandits."

In front of her, He Lingchuan could complain casually: "Mr. Wen doesn't understand it himself, always thinking that I am doing useless work."

"You didn't explain it to him clearly, did you?"

He Lingchuan was about to gnaw on the sheep scorpion, and when he heard this, he looked at her first, enlightened: "He came to you?"

Otherwise, how did she know? Sun Fuling sipped the bayberry wine and said slowly: "A few days ago, you and Mr. Wen talked and broke up unhappily, Mr. Wen threw his sleeves and left, and later felt that he was reckless, so he came to me to be a lobbyist."

Mr. Wen has always been a gentle gentleman, and wanted to ease the relationship through her, the middleman.

"Commander Zhong and General Hong let you go to Yuheng City to experience, and they must have told Mr. Wen to help you well in advance. He should have been very good to you in the past six months, right? As a result, you angered him in two sentences."

"I did it on purpose." He Lingchuan shrugged, "Half a sentence is too much for speculation."

"..." Sun Fuling was a little surprised, "Are you and Mr. Wen so divided?" Mr. Wen's evaluation of He Lingchuan is resourceful, but young and vigorous.

Young people, who doesn't have a little temper, who doesn't have a little drive, who doesn't think they are right? "My approach, Mr. Wen may not be able to understand, but this is not the point." He Lingchuan gnawed on the meat, not raising his head, "He wants to take the opportunity to suppress me."

"Hmm?" Sun Fuling was a little surprised, "How do you say this? Mr. Wen is a good person."

"This has nothing to do with good or bad people, it has to do with what position he sits in. A snake cannot do without a head, but a snake cannot have two heads either. Who does the snake body listen to? Always have to distinguish between primary and secondary." He Lingchuan smiled, "Mr. Wen manages civil affairs, I manage military and political affairs, and logically it is equal. But I am young and a new promotion by Commander Zhong, which is a late-learning junior in Mr. Wen's eyes. He thinks his seniority is deeper than mine, of course he hopes I will be respectful to him and accept his opinions with an open mind."

Workplace officialdom, it's all this set. Older ones, those with seniority, all want newcomers to be polite to them. Otherwise, put some eye drops.

Crowds naturally pay attention to sorting.

"Mr. Wen is a respected elder who always wants to teach me." He Lingchuan grabbed the wine cup and drank it in one gulp, "But I hold the power of governing the army in Yuheng City, so I must be responsible for the safety of the people of Yuheng City and the peace of the Longchuan trade route, and I cannot make concessions to him again and again."

To put it bluntly, he is now on an equal footing with Mr. Wen, one in charge of the inside and one in charge of the outside.

Mr. Wen wants to look down on him, wants to play the officialdom set of seniority? Not good!

(End of chapter)