The dilapidated yard was full of wine and meat, and it was very lively.
Everyone eats meat with big mouthfuls and drinks with big bowls of wine. When the love is deep, some sing loudly and some dance with sticks.
Wang Erlang boasted loudly to the sages about his past bravery, and everyone cheered loudly, shouting that the hall master was powerful.
Not long after, Chang Qing reminded them not to eat too much, as there would be a big battle later, so everyone gradually gave up.
At three quarters of noon, everyone in the courtyard lined up neatly, carrying sticks and sticks, full of murderous intent, waiting for Wang Zhi's instructions.
Wang Erlang walked to the front of the hall, stood in front of the stone steps, and said loudly: "The morale of the sages can be used, I am very relieved. I think that the Zhu family's son was our defeated general, and I waited for him to beat him out of the west city. Now, He wants to come here again to make noise and try to cut off the vitality of our brothers, how can we tolerate him like this?"
"That's right, I'm just a defeated general, and you still dare to come and ask for a beating."
"When I beat him the first time, I can beat him the second time."
Everyone agreed.
Wang Zhi lowered his hand and said seriously: "I have no doubt about whether I can win. No matter how many times his bastards get killed, our brothers are born to die, so what should we fear? If we are fearless, then God will Break it.”
After a pause, Wang Zhi said again: "But the ugly words need to be said first. This battle is related to the life and death of our Juxian Hall. If we win, no one else will dare to interfere in the West City in the future, and we can have long-term peace and stability. If we lose, we will withdraw from the West City, and you will be safe." Back in jail, if anyone dares to escape from battle, don’t blame me for being merciless!"
Wang Zhi didn't want to say much, but looking at this group of half-grown children, he still warned him uneasily. Although he himself was considered a half-grown child, Wang Erlang had a memory of two lifetimes. Although his mentality was slightly childish, his mind was indeed He is much more mature, but there is still a difference between him and the virtuous people.
"Don't worry, Hall Master. We know how powerful we are. If anyone dares to commit suicide in battle, I, Wang Fei, will be the first to spare him!" Wang Fei answered, and everyone agreed.
"Okay, I won't say any more, monkey."
Wang Zhi looked at one of them and said, "Please lead the people ahead to explore the road."
The monkey said yes and led the people away. Wang Zhi looked at the other three yellow-mouthed children who were about ten years old and said, "Ada, Xiaoshi, and Zhuzhu, you three guard the house and don't let outsiders in."
After hearing this, the three children suddenly became anxious. Ah Da was the first to say crisply: "Hall Master, let Xiao Shi and Zhu Zhu guard the house, and I will go to the battle with the Hall Master!"
Zhu Zhu also refused to let go and shouted angrily, "Why do you go out to fight and let us guard the house? No, I go out to fight and you two guard the house."
"Just because I'm older than you!"
"Then I'm stronger than you!"
"Don't accept Bibi?"
"Bibi, just Bibi!"
Xiao Shi didn't dare to talk to him at the side, but when he saw his two brothers rolling up his sleeves and starting to fight, he quickly stepped forward to separate the two. He was the youngest among the people, and he himself was not up to the age limit for entering the church, so he couldn't stand him. He knew how to beg for help, and hugged Chang Qing's thighs tightly. Chang Qing couldn't bear the grinding, so he made an exception and let him into the hall.
When Wang Zhi saw that the three children were pushing and shoving him, it was funny, and he shouted angrily, "What, you don't even dare to listen to me?"
When the third child saw that the hall master was angry, he didn't dare to make any noise, so he immediately lowered his head and remained silent.
"Okay, let's go!"
Following Wang Zhi's order, everyone picked up their wooden sticks and filed out of the courtyard.
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At the same time, in a seemingly ordinary mansion in Dongcheng, the same lecture scene was also played out here, except that Wang Erlang was replaced by Zhu Ruxian, and a group of poor teenagers were replaced by rogues dressed in various costumes.
Seeing a group of three or five people lazily leaning against the wall, sitting on the ground, or bragging and spanking with their legs crossed, Zhu Ruxian shouted angrily, "Everyone, get over here and stand still!"
The gangsters saw their boss's anger and reluctantly gathered around.
"Have you all forgotten how we got here these days?"
Zhu Ruxian pointed at the scoundrels in front of him and shouted angrily: "You can't go back from the west city, you can't get out from the east city, you will be beaten as soon as you show your head, and you will be sitting around all day long, and the rice jar is almost cleaner than the dough. If you continue like this, I will be a damn fool." Get out and fend for yourself!”
The gangsters were as silent as cicadas, bowing their heads and saying nothing after being scolded, like little chickens.
I remember when they were running rampant in Xicheng, eating for free until they turned their eyes at each other, receiving protection money and being lenient, so they were so arrogant and arrogant. Thinking about the misery of these days, everyone can't help but feel sad.
This East City is not as despicable as the West City. It is dirty and messy, with snakes and rats running rampant. Three religions and nine factions gather together to cause trouble all day long. The government wants to control it but is powerless. Besides, no one is willing to go to that place. They simply acquiesce that it will be governed by the local gangsters. Whatever big trouble happened, he just let it go, which indirectly led to Xicheng becoming increasingly poor.
But Dongcheng is different. If you go out to buy groceries, you will encounter at least ten black gauze hats. If you bump into anyone, even the boss, his father, Zhu Jiedu, may not be able to hug him.
In just over a month, seven or eight brothers have already entered the prison of Kaifeng Mansion and are eating public meals. This is not a life for human beings!
"Why aren't you talking? Are you all mute? Didn't they all have their tails raised to the sky just now?"
Zhu Ruxian looked at the gangsters who all bowed their heads in silence, then said seriously: "I know that life is difficult for brothers, but if we continue to be depressed like this, we will really have no way to survive."
"Today there is only one way to survive..."
Zhu Ruxian glanced around and shouted: "Fight back!"
"Fight back to West City and take back the territory! Take back everything that once belonged to us!"
A group of thugs were also aroused by Zhu Ruxian's words, and shouted in unison, "Fight back to Xicheng, take back the territory, fight back to Xicheng, take back the territory..."
There is a walkway pavilion on one side of the courtyard. A luxurious young man in brocade clothes is sitting in the pavilion with an expressionless face, watching the scene in the courtyard. Behind him are fifteen or sixteen strong men in coarse cloth with their arms and chests folded, looking fierce. appearance.
"Sir, are you sure you have found out clearly? That Wang Zhi is really just the son of a small Wuzhou observer?" Master Huagui turned slightly and asked the green-robed scribe standing next to him.
The green-robed scribe was in his early thirties, wearing a green gauze turban, with triangular eyes, high cheekbones, a slender figure, pointed cheeks and protruding lips with a three-petal mustache. According to Wang Erlang, he did not look like a good person!
"When I went back to the office, I found out clearly that Wang Zhi's father, Wang Zhen, was indeed just an observer. Wang Zhi himself was just an ordinary student from Taiyuan College."
The green-robed scribe replied respectfully, but he couldn't help but murmur in his heart. The little observation made him say it lightly. That was a serious official of the fifth rank of the Song Dynasty, and he could attend the court meeting to see the holy face.
It would take eight lifetimes for some big surnamed families to produce one, and it was an existence beyond the reach of ordinary people. However, it is normal for these words to come from Yanei.
The yamen mentioned by the scribes was Gao Yaofu, the third son of Gao Qiu, the third yamen officer in the current dynasty. The so-called third-rank official in front of the prime minister's door, even if there is no third-rank official in front of his Taiwei, there is still a fifth-rank official, not to mention the Taiwei's own son.
"A student?"
Gao Yaofu frowned slightly. This was a problem. He was not afraid of the observers of the fifth rank, but he was a little wary of the status of a student of the Imperial College. Who knows that those Imperial College students are just a bunch of flies staring at every crack, and they will bite anyone they see unhappy. , their ability to make noise is top-notch, they are the carriers of public opinion, if you are targeted by them, you will have to shed your skin even if you don't die.
In the Song Dynasty, there was an incident where the imperial students united to force the imperial palace. In the end, some ministers were beaten to death, and the emperor was forced to compromise. The power of the imperial students was evident.
However, if he was just an observer, how could he be so arrogant and domineering? Wang Erlang's reputation as a playboy in Bianjing City was even known to him, the prince's son, for a long time. The only son dared to be beaten into a pig's head, but this time he dared to ask for a fight in the woods outside the city, knowing that he was backing him. Why was this guy so bold?
As if he saw Gao Yaofu's doubts, the green-robed scribe bowed and whispered: "That Wang Zhen is the confidant of Mr. Tong Guan. Mr. Tong relies on him a lot, and he serves him from south to north. It seems that this is what fueled his arrogance."
Hearing the scribe's words, Gao Yaofu relaxed his brows. It turns out that's the case. No wonder this son dared to be so indulgent in Bianjing City at the foot of the emperor. It turned out that he relied on Tong Xianggong's mountain top.
This Tong Guan is the privy envoy in charge of the West Palace. He holds the military and political power of the country. His power is second only to the Prime Minister of the East Palace. He is often called the "Deputy Prime Minister" in the court. Compared with him, who holds the title of Taiwei but is actually only a member of the Forbidden Army. All the commanders made my father even more dignified.
He, Gao Yaofu, looks like a brainless playboy, but in fact he is extremely smart. He will not offend anyone who cannot be offended. Whenever he does something inappropriate, he will only make sure that he has a strong backing to find out the route.
Over the years, relying on his father's influence, he has done countless things of bullying men, dominating women, ruining families, but now he is still arrogant and no one touches his skin.
If he was just the son of Tong Guan's lackey, then he wouldn't have much to worry about. As long as he wasn't beaten to death, the problem wouldn't be too big.
But he didn't know that Erlang Wang also thought the same about him.
At this time, the shouts in the courtyard stopped. Wang Yaofu looked up and saw Zhu Ruxian trotting over with small steps. He stopped in front of him and said flatteringly: "Everything has been explained. Brother Gao, why don't you give me a few more words?"
"No need."
Gao Yaofu shook his head, then stood up and said, "Just remember what you said."
"Remember to remember."
Zhu Ruxian nodded hurriedly and said: "I will never forget the promise I made to Brother Gao. In the future, 70% of the proceeds from Xicheng will be delivered as scheduled. I dare not hide anything."
After Zhu Ruxian finished speaking, he glanced around and looked at the group of strong men in the pavilion. Whether he could return to the West City this time and regain his former territory depended on the dozens of strong men brought by Gao Yaofu.
Zhu Ruxian knew from the time he was beaten to a pig's head last time that the scoundrels under his sect were bullies who were afraid of the strong. They bullied the defenseless people. It was okay to fight with the wind, but when they really encountered a tough situation, it would be better to expect them to fight hard. It's better to hope that the sow will be more reliable when she climbs the tree.
"Then let's go."
After Gao Yaofu finished speaking, he turned around and walked toward the back door, followed by the green-robed scribe and a dozen strong men.
Zhu Ruxian waited for about a quarter of an hour after Gao Yaofu and the others left before going out with more than forty rogues.
He is just a playboy, not a fool. In Bianjing City, especially in the East City where high-ranking officials are everywhere and the nobles are as numerous as dogs, if fifty or sixty people are walking on Xuande Street, they may not be able to reach the west gate. The city tower has already reached the prison of Kaifeng Mansion.
They didn't even dare to carry stick weapons. I only dare to take the alleys with fewer people at the back door.
