"Two and three!"

"Haha, two or three points? What's the way to divide it? You and I have at least two or eight points, you two and eight points!" Wang Youcai's eyes were full of greed and sneered. The breeze stroked his body and condensed into an old man behind him.

Figure.

Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers and said, "Kill."

Wang Youcai frowned, and suddenly he heard a loud crack, as if coming from his neck. Then he saw Zhao Wujiang's body tilting and the world was turning upside down.

"Bang!"

He hit the ground heavily, and the fishy blood kept pouring out from his mouth and nose, gathering under him and turning into a pool of blood.

It was not until he died that he realized that some people were unable to offend him.

......

The breeze swept the smell of blood and floated into the distance, and Zhao Wujiang and Jia Ersan followed the convoy from afar.

He wanted to find out where this batch of things went.

He still remembers what Wang Youcai said before his death.

Among them, he noticed a key point: there is no purchase today.

Without procurement cover and so early, it proves that this batch of medicinal materials is more urgent.

A batch has been shipped two days ago, plus this batch, and it may even be preserved before. This quantity is not simple...

Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers and his eyes narrowed slightly. How many Loulan Gu can this be used to help raise?

Is the person behind it going to showdown?

Or is there any other conspiracy?

A dark cloud rose in Zhao Wujiang's heart. He and Jia Ersan followed the vehicle transporting the medicinal materials from afar, walked alleys all the way, and gradually arrived at the dock.

At the beginning of the founding of the country, Daxia built a canal.

The canal winds through the north and south, and all the prefectures and counties flowing through have wharfs, all of which are prosperous places for the canal transportation.

Kyoto Pier is also one of the largest canal piers in Daxia.

When Zhao Wujiang came here, people were coming and going, and the noise was noisy. He carried the cargo unloaded from the ship, then loaded it on a horse-drawn cart and donkey cart, and transported it to the East-West and East-West market in Kyoto.

He saw the team carrying medicinal materials passing through the crowd, and then a group of minor officials in official uniforms rushed out to help carry medicinal materials together and send them to the ship.

"Sir, the minor official of the Ministry of Revenue." Jia Ersan said in a deep voice. He was a kind-hearted old man at this moment, like an old slave, standing quietly beside Zhao Wujiang.

Imperial Hospital, Ministry of Revenue, who else is participating?

Zhao Wujiang's sword eyebrows became deeper and deeper:

"Let's go, Er San, go back."

"Sir, why don't the old slave go and investigate?" Jia Ersan bowed.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head. It was enough to find out that this was enough. The Imperial Hospital and the Ministry of Revenue, and perhaps more departments were involved. He thought about it for a moment and knew that there was a group of people behind him whom he absolutely could not afford to offend now.

.

Many things can only be checked slowly in secret, and cannot be taken openly.

......

Zhao Wujiang and A Ersan came to Dongshi. During his time in Kyoto, he had not seen the prosperity of Kyoto in Daxia.

There are many shops in the East City, and various department stores are flowing through rare treasures transported from other places. Vendors and tourists come and go, shouting and bargaining are heard one after another.

Zhao Wujiang was very interested in passing through the crowd. He was wearing a black shirt like a black one, carrying his hands on his back, leisurely wandering.

Jia Er San followed Zhao Wujiang half a step behind, and also looked at the pedestrians and shops along the border. He was loyal to his duties for most of his life and rarely had such a relaxing moment.

"You do it!"

An angry shout sounded, even in the noisy East City, it seemed particularly loud.

Zhao Wujiang saw a group of people surrounding him, talking about something. The angrily shout came from the center of the surroundings, and he walked over quickly.

Zhao Wujiang, an enthusiastic melon-eating crowd, squeezed through the crowd, his pupils shrank slightly. In front of him, a young man in a gorgeous and domineering manner was slapping a swordsman's cheek with the scabbard of a sword.

Behind the young man in gorgeous clothes was two sturdy servants.

Behind the swordsman, there is a thin wooden board with four big words "Selling swords to bury the mother" written on it.

The swordsman looked ordinary, his cheeks on his left were swollen, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth. The murderous intent and forbearance were flashing in his eyes. Facing the provocation of the rich young man in front of him, he just said the words he repeated many times in a deep voice:

"This sword, fifty taels."

"Li Yuanzheng, you hit me, I'll give you a hundred taels! Come on!" The young man in brocade was full of sneering sneer in his eyes, and the sword sheath slapped the swordsman's cheek:

"Do you do it, why? Don't you dare?"

The noise in the crowd became more intense, and A Er San also squeezed past the crowd and came to Zhao Wujiang.

As the onlookers discussed, Zhao Wujiang also roughly understood the story.

The young man in China is named Liu Mang. His family is in the cloth business in Kyoto and is rich. At the same time, Liu Mang's uncle held an important position in the court, so the Liu family was considered rich and powerful.

The swordsman who was slapped in the face was named Li Yuanzheng, who lives in the periphery of Kyoto and is relatively poor.

Li Yuanzheng's father died early, and his mother brought him and two younger brothers and sisters with great difficulty. After Li Yuan was in the capital, he began to walk around the world and live a life of escorting others.

Three days ago, his mother died. He came back to attend the funeral and wanted to bury his mother. As a result, he happened to meet Liu Mang, who coveted his sister's beauty for a long time, wanted to take the opportunity to bully her sister. After many years of traveling around the world, he beat Liu Mang to the point of urinating and urinating.

He drove away and became enemies.

Liu Mang's family was in great power, and he had to let Li Yuanzheng's mother be buried in Kyoto after getting in touch with each other, and sent someone to harass her all the time.

Li Yuanzhengkong has martial arts skills, but he can't stand the Liu family's many people. Therefore, he wants to sell his sword in exchange for money, which is used to take his mother away from Kyoto and let him be buried outside the city, and to

In the future, I will support my younger brothers and sisters.

Now facing Liu Mang's provocation and humiliation, he can fight back, but when he thinks of his younger brother and sister at home, he endured it and just repeated the sentence:
Chapter completed!