Although Gongshu is semi-isolated from the world, this does not mean that Gongshu does not value reputation.
On the contrary, public losers value reputation more than life, otherwise they would not think about revenge against Momen every day.
For a family that values its reputation, there is nothing more important than being recorded in the history books. If the ancestors were not too famous, there would be no problem in reopening the family tree.
As a result, Gongshu Chang's brain got hot and he agreed.
but……
After he agreed, he felt a little regretful. He was worried that he would not be able to convince other tribesmen.
Thinking of this, he looked at Jiang Yifeng and said with a smile: "Can we not publicize the cooperation between Gongshu and Momen?"
Jiang Yifeng did not answer, but looked at Zhong Bugui with a pleading look.
"no problem."
Zhong Bugui nodded without thinking, "As long as we can create a steam engine as soon as possible, it doesn't matter whether we mention Momen or not."
Hearing this, Gongshu Chang's face turned red.
He found that the magnanimity of Gongshujia was far inferior to that of Momen.
"Since Xiao Zhong has no objection, let's do it."
After Jiang Yifeng finished speaking, he looked at Gong Shuchang, "Senior, do you know a powerful blacksmith or swordsmith?"
Gong Shuchang knew Jiang Yifeng's purpose, thought for a while and said, "I have never heard of a powerful blacksmith, but I do know a powerful swordsmith."
"who?"
"Ouyezi!"
"Senior actually knows Ou Yezi?"
Gongshu Chang glanced at the shocked Jiang Yifeng, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "You weren't so surprised when you first met me. Could it be that in your eyes, you think I'm not as good as that drunkard?"
How small-minded!
Besides, you're not in the history books, and I don't even fucking recognize you.
Jiang Yifeng thought for a moment and made up an excuse, "Senior, you don't blame me for this. You spend most of your time in the village, and very few people know you."
"snort!"
Gong Shuchang snorted dissatisfied, but accepted Jiang Yifeng's excuse.
Because even the families in Su City only know the Gongshu family and know very little about him, the head of the Gongshu family.
Seeing that Gong Shuchang was no longer angry, Jiang Yifeng asked cautiously: "Senior, how did you get to know Senior Ou Yezi?"
"He is going to travel around the world and is worried about getting lost. He asked me to make him a Si Nan so that we can get to know each other and become old friends." Gong Shuchang said angrily.
"So, we can't find him yet?"
Jiang Yifeng couldn't help but frowned after hearing the same answer as Su Yingxue.
A swordsmith who cannot be found, no matter how powerful he is, will not be effective.
At this time, Gong Shuchang smiled and said: "This drunkard has no fixed address. It is indeed difficult to find him, but we can let him come to us on his own initiative."
Jiang Yifeng quickly asked: "Senior, why did you let senior Ou Yezi come to us?"
"Guess why I called him an alcoholic?"
Gong Shuchang saw Jiang Yifeng's surprised expression and gave a bad laugh, "He is a heavy drinker. He will go wherever he hears there is good wine. As long as he spreads rumors that there is a unique wine in Suzhou, he will come if he smells it. ”
Damn it!
Isn’t Ou Yezi your old friend?
You actually tricked your old friend with fake wine. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?
I don’t know if it will hurt you, but it won’t hurt me anyway.
Jiang Yifeng grinned, "Then I will listen to senior and spread the word that there is good wine in Su City and attract senior Ou Yezi here."
"Uh-huh!"
Gong Shuchang kept nodding.
When he thought about Ou Yezi coming to Sioux City and seeing that there was no fine wine, he couldn't help laughing.
…
Yecheng County Government.
The county official returned to the county government office drunk.
Because the day for the River God to marry his bride had recently arrived, he was invited by the witch cult to have a drink.
He couldn't help but feel happy when he thought that every time the river god married a bride, he would benefit.
Relying on his cooperation with the witchcraft religion over the years, he has earned a lot of money. If he saves more, he can buy a bigger official.
"Creak..."
Xian Zheng opened the door and walked into his bedroom.
However, as soon as he lit the candle, he broke out in a cold sweat and his drunkenness disappeared instantly.
"You...who are you?"
Xian Zheng saw six samurai with murderous faces sitting in his bedroom.
He could tell with his toes that these people came with bad intentions.
Thinking of this, he slowly stepped back, and secretly figured out how far he could run to shout for help before the county government servant could come to save him.
However……
His thoughts had already been seen through, and he heard a hoarse and cold voice, "Don't think that anyone will come to save you. You are the only one in the entire county government who is still conscious."
The county official asked with a trembling voice: "You...what do you mean?"
Uncle Ghost Hand snorted coldly, "If you don't know what it means, then there is no need to keep you."
"No, no, no."
Xian Zheng was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly and swallowed, "I...I know what you mean. Please don't worry. I won't yell for help. If you have any orders, just ask."
Uncle Ghost Hand said: "On the day when the River God marries his bride, we need you to help me deal with the witch sect."
"You want to deal with the Witch Cult?"
The county magistrate exclaimed and shook his head repeatedly, "You must not deal with the witch sect. The witch sect can communicate with the river god. If the witch sect is eradicated, the Ye River will overflow and all life will be devastated."
Uncle Ghost Hand Master asked solemnly: "Do you really think so?"
"I……"
Xian Zheng wanted to say that he really thought so, but he felt the murderous intent permeating the bodies of several people, and felt like there were several knives on their necks.
As long as he dares to lie, the other party will kill him.
So, he whispered: "Those are what the witchcraft said, I...I don't think so."
Uncle Medicine Master said, "In that case, you can help us deal with the Witch Cult."
"I really can't help you."
Xian Zheng was crying and pleading: "There are too many followers of the witch sect. If they know that I help you deal with the witch sect, they will kill me."
"hehe……"
Zhao Toutou sneered and asked sternly: "You are afraid that those believers will kill you, aren't you afraid that we will kill you? Our methods are much more powerful than the witch sect."
Clang!
Zhao Toutou drew his sword, and the cold light reflected made Xian Zheng's legs weak.
"Junior sister, it would be too easy to kill him with a sword. How about we find some horses and divide him into five pieces?"
"Where can I find a horse at night? It's better to skin him off."
"When you talk about skinning a person, do you mean opening a hole on the top of his head and pouring mercury in? When the time comes, he will feel pain and itchiness, and will want to find a place to crawl out, and then he will make a sizzling sound..."
"This is a good idea. This dog officer should have died long ago."
Zhao Toutou's four senior brothers began to agree one after another, and finally looked at the county magistrate.
Plop...
Xian Zheng only felt that his legs were weak, so he knelt down, kowtowed and begged: "You heroes, please don't kill me. I will do whatever you ask me to do."
