"Two three!"
"Haha, two or three points? How to divide it? You and I should score at least twenty-eight points, you two and me eight!" Wang Youcai's eyes were filled with greed and he was sneering. The breeze caressed his body and formed an old line behind him. figure.
Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers: "Kill."
Wang Youcai frowned. Suddenly he heard a loud clicking sound, which seemed to come from his neck. Then he saw Zhao Wujiang's body tilting and the world turned upside down.
"boom!"
He hit the ground hard, and hot blood poured out from his mouth and nose, gathering under him and turning into a pool of blood.
It wasn't until his death that he figured out that there were some people he couldn't offend.
...
The breeze carried the smell of blood and floated into the distance. Zhao Wujiang and Jia Ersan followed the convoy far behind.
He wanted to find out where these things were going.
He still clearly remembered what Wang Youcai said before he died.
Among them, he noticed a key point: there is no purchase today.
There was no procurement cover, and it was so early, which proved that this batch of medicinal materials was quite urgent.
A batch has been shipped two days ago, plus this batch, and even the ones that may have been stored in the past, this quantity is not simple...
Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers and narrowed his eyes slightly. How many Loulan Gu can this be used to help raise?
Is the person behind it going to show off?
Or is there some other conspiracy?
Dark clouds rose in Zhao Wujiang's heart. He and Jia Ersan followed the vehicle transporting medicinal materials from a distance, walking through the streets and alleys, and gradually arrived at the dock.
In the early days of Daxia, a canal was built.
The canal meanders through the north and south. There are docks in the states and counties it passes through, and they are all prosperous places for water transportation.
Kyoto Pier is also one of the largest canal terminals in Daxia.
When Zhao Wujiang came here, there was a lot of noise and people coming and going around, carrying the goods unloaded from the ship, loading them onto horse and donkey carts, and transporting them to the East and West markets in Kyoto.
He saw the team transporting the medicinal materials passing through the crowd, and then a group of petty officials in official uniforms emerged to help carry the medicinal materials to the ship.
"Sir, a junior official from the Ministry of Household Affairs." Jia Ersan said in a deep voice. At this moment, he was a kind-hearted old man, like an old slave, standing quietly beside Zhao Wujiang.
Taiyuan Hospital, Ministry of Household Affairs, who else is participating?
Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper:
"Let's go, Ersan, go back."
"Sir, would you like me to go and investigate?" Jia Ersan bowed.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head. It was enough to find out that this was enough. The hospital plus the household department, and maybe more departments were involved. He thought about it for a moment and it became clear that there was a person or a group of people behind this that he could never afford to offend now. .
Many things can only be checked slowly and secretly, not openly.
...
Zhao Wujiang and Jia Ersan came to Dongshi. During his stay in Kyoto, he had not seen the prosperity of Daxia Kyoto.
There are many shops in the East Market, where rare treasures and various department stores are transported from other places. Vendors and tourists come and go, and the sounds of shouting and bargaining come and go.
Zhao Wujiang shuttled among the crowd with great interest. He was dressed in a black shirt, with his hands behind his back, wandering leisurely.
Jia Ersan followed Zhao Wujiang half a step behind with kind eyes and looked at the passers-by and the shops and department stores along the road. He had been faithful to his duties for most of his life and rarely had such a moment of relaxation.
"Do it!"
An angry shout rang out, which was particularly loud even in the noisy Dongshi.
Zhao Wujiang saw a group of people gathered in front of them, discussing something. The angry shout just now came from the surrounded center, and he walked over quickly.
Zhao Wujiang, an enthusiastic melon-eater, squeezed through the crowd, his pupils narrowed. In front of him, a young man in rich clothes and a domineering attitude was slapping a swordsman on the cheek with the scabbard of a sword.
The young man in fine clothes was followed by two sturdy slaves.
Behind the swordsman, there is a thin wooden board with four big characters written on it: "Sell your sword to bury your mother."
The swordsman looked ordinary. His left cheek was red and swollen at the moment, and there was a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with murderous intent and forbearance. Faced with the provocation of the young master in front of him, he just said in a deep voice the words he repeated countless times:
"This sword costs fifty taels."
"Li Yuanzheng, if you hit me, I'll give you a hundred taels! Come on!" The young man in brocade clothes had a sneer in his eyes, and slapped the swordsman on the cheek with his scabbard:
"Do it, what? Don't you dare?"
The noisy discussion in the crowd became more intense, and Jia Ersan also squeezed through the crowd and came to Zhao Wujiang's side.
Following the discussion among the onlookers, Zhao Wujiang also roughly understood what happened.
The young man in colorful clothes is named Liu Mang. His family is engaged in cloth business in Kyoto, and he is extremely wealthy. At the same time, Liu Mang's uncle holds an important position in the court, so the Liu family is considered rich and powerful.
The swordsman who was slapped in the face was named Li Yuanzheng. He lived on the outskirts of Kyoto and was relatively poor.
Li Yuanzheng's father died young, and his mother worked hard to raise him and his two younger brothers and sisters. After Li Yuanzheng became a crown prince, he began to travel around the world and live a life of escorting others.
Three days ago, his mother died. He came back for the funeral and wanted to bury her. However, he happened to meet Liu Mang, who had coveted his sister's beauty for a long time and wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate his sister. After many years of traveling in the world, he directly beat Liu Mang to pieces and pissed her off. He drove them away, and thus formed a grudge.
Liu Mang's family was powerful and he used his connections to prevent Li Yuanzheng's mother from being buried in Kyoto, and sent people to harass her.
Li Yuanzhengkong had martial arts skills, but he could not match the Liu family's large numbers. Therefore, he wanted to sell his sword in exchange for money, which he could use to take his mother out of Kyoto and bury her outside the city. From now on, I will support my younger brothers and sisters.
Now facing Liu Mang's provocation and bullying, he could fight back, but when he thought of his younger brothers and sisters at home, he endured it and just repeated that sentence:
"This sword costs fifty taels!"
