Chapter 12

The train of thought is clear.

Zhang Gui's expression gradually calmed down, and in the end, it was calm, as usual.

"No wonder that dog Zhang Jiuqing said you are not an ordinary person, and said that you will know the truth when you see the true colors.

I originally thought it was his usual nonsense to suppress my ambition, but I didn't expect you to really have some colors."

"Zhang Jiuqing actually praised me like this, why don't I know." Zhang Gui said casually, now completely calm.

"Of course he won't tell you about things that grow your ambition and destroy my prestige.

However, I have an excuse to leave, what about you?"

"Adapt to circumstances."

"How can that work, or I will take you back to the mainland..."

"I am already out of the five clothes with Zhang Jiuqing, how could he be distracted because of me at a major turning point in his life.

Are you crazy?

It is already a great fortune that you can leave at this juncture, don't make extra branches.

Millions, millions."

"Dagui, you are indeed my good brother!" Zhang Jiuqing was moved to tears upon hearing this, and hugged his friend.

"Alright, there is still a month before the provincial examination, even if you leave early, you have to wait another half a month.

I don't know if I can run in time."

The two were discussing, when suddenly a shout came from outside:

"Is Official Head Jiujiang here, the Town Head is calling for a meeting?"

Zhang Jiujiang was startled and hurriedly answered: "Okay, I'll go right away."

Saying that, he wiped the tears from his face, patted Zhang Gui's shoulder hard and said:

"Don't worry, Dagui, since you came up with the idea to keep me safe, I will definitely think about your safety."

"Zhang Jiujiang, don't make your own claims at such a time." Zhang Gui said urgently upon hearing this.

Zhang Jiujiang didn't answer, just looked at Zhang Gui deeply, turned around, pushed the door, and left.

Zhang Gui opened his mouth and couldn't call him back, so he could only close the door again with a nervous heart.

According to the previous plan, he should meet his peers at this time, talk about a few farts, and integrate into the collective.

But now he didn't have such leisure, and continued to hide in the side room to avoid cleanliness.

Pondering what he should do under the drastic changes in the situation in Blackwood Town.

Time turned to noon in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Gui had already preset several plans, and with a plan in his heart, he walked out of the side room.

At this time, he finally had the mood to deal with his peers.

After all, it was the first day of work, even if there were people above him, the facade work still had to be done.

But at this time, people had already gone to eat lunch.

Zhang Gui turned around in the government office and found that there was no one, so he had to go to the street by himself, planning to eat lunch before making other plans.

After a night of "excitement," Blackwood Town seemed to have returned to calm on the surface.

The restaurant was open, the brothel was floating, but there were fewer merchants on the street.

Zhang Gui casually called for a bowl of roast meat rice, a dish of green vegetables, and a dish of braised food in a small restaurant, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

After finishing it in three or two strokes, he felt that his stomach was not full, so he called for another bowl of chicken leg rice, thinking of eating half of it to pad his stomach.

Pack the rest and take it away to eat at night.

As a result, he didn't expect that he was still not full after eating this bowl of chicken leg rice, Zhang Gui was pondering why his appetite had become so big.

"I only heard that after entering the Dao, the family will improve the dietary structure.

Eat what is made by alchemy, what 'Refined Pill,' what 'Pu Pill' and so on.

I haven't heard that if you don't upgrade, you will become a rice bucket.

Could it be the relationship of adolescent development, or the stomach transformed by the Divine Cong 'Drink River' not only became a water tank, but also has the function of a rice bucket."

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

Zhang Gui looked back and saw two patrol guards standing behind him, sitting and arching his hands:

"Two patrol guard brothers, please."

The patrol guards were one old and one young; the old one looked kind;

The young one had handsome features but thin lips, a hooked nose, and the corners of his eyes drooping, looking gloomy.

He asked knowingly with a blank face: "Are you Zhang Gui?"

"Exactly, brother recognizes me?" Zhang Gui said in surprise,

"If we don't recognize all the clerks sent by the Chamber of Commerce to Blackwood Town, then don't be a patrol guard.

Come with us for a trip..."

In Luan Ya, as a thug, whether it is the development period or the maintenance period, it is a life-selling profession.

Just like fighting and killing last night, others can hide. Patrol guards have to go up.

Therefore, the main force of this group of people was never recruited from the Pingyang Zhang Family, but desperadoes recruited by Zhang Yan himself.

And in the Outer Wild Ocean, having military force and courage means having status.

Since the establishment of the patrol guards, their status has been transcendent; there are no helpers inside, ordinary patrol guards are equivalent to Senior Clerks of the Four Seasons Trading Firm;

Small Star Commanders are equivalent to Head Clerks;

Flat Star Commanders are equivalent to Stewards;

Great Star Commanders are directly held by Zhang Yan.

During wartime, patrol guards sell their lives as defenders of Blackwood Town, and usually, they are equivalent to the yamen servants of the government office.

Flat Star Commanders try various civil and criminal cases, equivalent to pro-people officials.

For example, Zhang Yan's confidant Guan Xihui held the title of Flat Star Commander of the patrol guards.

The patrol guard system has great power, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is Zhang Yan's basic market.

Such figures came to the door in broad daylight, Zhang Gui guessed the reason even if he guessed it, but still pretended to be stupid and widened his eyes,

"What's the matter with the patrol guards looking for me?"

"If there is nothing, we will come to the door, let's go, talk when we get to the Guard Station."

Because of the relationship between the roots, the patrol guards of Blackwood Town and the clerks of the Four Seasons Trading Firm do not deal with each other.

But they are also wary of each other, so although the tone of the gloomy face is not good, the skin has not been torn.

Zhang Gui followed the two patrol guards, walked through the streets and alleys, and came to the Blackwood Town Guard Station.

As the only wild government office in the town that can be mentioned in the same breath as the Town Hall, the location of the Town Guard Station is slightly off but the scale is huge.

Training ground;

Dormitory for single patrol guards;

Family village where the families of married patrol guards live;

Children's school;

Council Hall, etc., according to the planning of official land in front and private land built against the city wall behind, it forms its own style.

After the last expansion of Blackwood Town, its area has accounted for more than one-tenth of the entire city.

Coming to the Council Hall, like the government office of the prefecture and county of the regular regime on the mainland, the gate hall is planted with a "Dengshi Drum" that is more than one person tall.

Next to the big drum, big characters are written on a wooden sign:

"Do not use drumsticks, punch to sound, sound must open the hall, public judgment of all things."

Zhang Gui followed behind the old and young patrol guards and entered the hall.

The hall was already full of people, noisy like a vegetable market, completely different from the solemnity and majesty he imagined.

Looking up, sitting in the hall was Guan Xihui, with a bitter face, twisting his beard, looking around and begging:

"Official Heads, Official Heads, the ones who died last night were your peers.

Some are even blood relatives of the same surname.

They were beheaded by villains, you 'relatives mourn their decline,' in order to help avenge them, can't you even say the whereabouts?

Is this the style of the descendants of the Pingyang Zhang Family who have been farming and reading for seven hundred years?

If it spreads to the countryside on the mainland, I am afraid that the reputation of the family will be affected."

The Stewards of the Four Seasons Trading Firm of the Pingyang Zhang Family will not be afraid of the Guard Station of Blackwood Town, but they are absolutely afraid of the reputation of "not being close to relatives, and the ethics not continuing."

The hall immediately became quiet.

(End of chapter)