On the morning after the village fight, Weishan was the first to come to the house of Mr. Zhao with an eagle-nosed nose. His name was Zhao Zhen, the mayor of Qiushui Town.
Mr. Zhao was not surprised by his arrival. He met Weishan in the living room with a calm expression.
"Haha, why is Ashan free today? Come to my house as a guest. Have you eaten yet? I'll ask my servant to prepare some breakfast for you."
Zhao Zhen smiled brightly, but Weishan's face was full of sadness. He seemed to have aged more than ten years after just one night. In the melee yesterday, dozens of people died in Weijia Village and hundreds were injured.
, hundreds of people were arrested, and they also heard that the government was going to deal with the troublemakers severely this time. Such a big thing happened. Naturally, these families wanted to find someone to vent their anger on. They did not dare to go to the patriarch Wei Yi, so they could only vent their anger.
All of this was thrown at Weishan. If it hadn't been for the protection of the clan leader Wei Yi, I don't know if he would have left Weijia Village alive today.
After seeing Lord Zhao, Weishan hurriedly took a few steps forward and said hurriedly: "Oh, Mayor Zhao, how can I have the time to have breakfast now?"
Zhao Zhen pretended to be confused and asked, "Oh, why is brother Wei worried about something?"
Seeing the confused Zhao Zhen, Weishan secretly thought to himself that your grandson is pretending to be confused. He sighed heavily and said, "It's not because of what happened with Luojia Village and Dongling Village yesterday." As he spoke, he raised his hand.
He put the box on the table and said, "Mr. Mayor, here are 10,000 taels of silver notes. Please let my fellow villagers go."
The villagers in Weijia Village are both serious salt farmers and an important force in the smuggling of private salt. Without them to collect, dry, and transport salt, Weishan would be a small gangster with no success. Weishan has contracts with salt merchants from other places, and every day
How many pounds of salt must he be lucky to pass? If he fails to complete the task on any day, a high liquidated damages will be waiting for him.
He can still bear it for a day or two, but if he is locked up for ten days and a half, his little capital will be reduced and he cannot afford to lose it.
Anyone's courage to refuse ten thousand taels is no less courageous than cutting himself three times. Zhao Zhen showed greedy eyes. If a group fight had happened before he met Mo Feifan, he would have accepted it without even thinking about it.
.However, since meeting Mo Feifan, he felt that it was time for the situation in Qiushui Town to change. The three major salt lords were becoming more and more powerful, more and more arrogant, and difficult to control. They were crazy about smuggling illegal salt, causing chaos in surrounding towns and counties.
Colleagues complained.
Salt tax is one of the most important taxes in every town and county. Nowadays, illicit salt is rampant, and the people have gone to buy cheap private salt, and who else can buy expensive official salt. Officials cannot collect the money, so naturally they
He pointed the finger at Liu Zhen. After this incident, Zhao Zhen felt that he should kill the chicken to show the monkey and let those colleagues shut up for a period of time.
Liu Zhen did not go to receive the banknote. He sat on the boss's chair next to him, crossed his legs and said: "The security in Qiushui Town has always been very good, but more people have died in the past few days than in the past year. This...
.This allows me to explain to the people in my jurisdiction and how to be a good parent-official to them."
Weishan secretly cursed in his heart. There are a lot of murders and arson in Qiushui Town. If you hadn't collected black money and deliberately turned a blind eye, would this place be so chaotic?
Although he thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to really say it.
He nodded, patted his chest and promised: "The last time, this is the last time. Next time, Liu Zhenchang doesn't have to give me face, he will be imprisoned when he needs to be imprisoned, and he will be killed when he needs to be killed."
Liu Zhen pretended to have a helpless expression and sighed heavily: "Brother Wei and I are old friends. If you are in trouble, I should naturally help. But this time things are different."
Weishan became anxious and asked: "What's the difference?"
Liu Zhen frowned and sighed: "Yesterday's incident was so big that even the superiors were alerted. Now, they want me to severely punish those who participated in the group fight, and I really have no choice. But I
I do have an idea that can solve the current crisis."
Weishan's heart was already dead, but miraculously came to life after listening to the second half of his words."
"Oh, what's the idea?"
Wei Shan said: "You go and beg someone, and if he agrees, then your release will be a sure thing."
Who could have such great ability and be more effective than Liu Zhen’s words? Is this person an official? Is he a landlord or a member of the Communist Party of China?
Zhao Zhen: "His name is Mo Feifan, and he is also a powerful character with great hands and eyes. I heard that he has a very good relationship with the old men above, and the old man even specially invited him to dinner. If you can go and ask him, this is
The job is equivalent to half done. I'm afraid all I can do is to make people stop treating your fellow villagers badly."
Whether these words are true or false, Weishan can’t help but believe them.
Mo Feifan?! Weishan felt like he had heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember exactly where.
Seeing Weishan's reckless look, Zhao Zhen explained: "He is the gang leader of Momen."
The leader of the Momen, yes, this is the leader of the Momen. Weishan slapped his thigh and suddenly realized this name. He heard this name when he was drinking with some brothers on the road. Those brothers on the road were full of praise for Mo Feifan.
, all praised him as a genius that is rare in a century. Before he was eighteen years old, he established a large-scale Momen with a large number of people. He also controlled the two most wealthy towns and counties in the Yancheng area with the most powerful gangsters. He also
I remember scoffing at Mo Feifan at that time, thinking that he was just lucky. If he was that lucky, he could also create a gang.
"Mo Feifan, does he really have such extraordinary abilities?" He had no idea if he was asked to beg someone he didn't know at all. However, when he thought about it, Zhao Zhen was the kind of person who had a clear goal. He asked himself to find it.
This Mo Feifan must have his reasons: "I will leave for Liujia Town right away."
Weishan is a hot-tempered person and will do whatever he thinks of. Liu Zhen quickly stopped him: "You don't have to go to Liujia Town. This Mo Feifan is in Qiushui Town now. He seems to be here for his uncle and aunt who died."
Get water."
Fetching water is a very important funeral ritual in ancient times. A filial son and grandson would go to a river with living water and take a pot of water and sprinkle it on the grave. If there is weak water, only one pot of water would be taken. This pot of water can help the deceased to reincarnate as soon as possible.
Holy water for adults.
Weishan made a strange cry, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit: "I will send someone to find him right away." Weishan had many eyes and ears in Qiushui Town, and it was easy to find out the whereabouts of several people.
"Wait a minute, brother Wei, you forgot to take your things." The thing Zhao Zhen said was referring to the box containing 10,000 taels of silver notes.
Weishan: "Mayor Zhao remembered it wrong. I came here empty-handed. By the way, I have to ask the mayor to take care of my fellow villagers." Before Zhao Zhen could agree, he turned and walked out.
A smile appeared on Zhao Zhen's lips, and he readily agreed: "It's on me."
As soon as Weishan left, Luo Dabiao from Luojia Village arrived. Like the former, he also used money to redeem people. Zhao Zhen said to Luo Dabiao what he said to Weishan.
After Luo Dabiao left, a man walked out from behind the screen. This man looked to be a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. The young man had a pair of deep dimples on his face. His eyebrows were thick and black, and his sharp eyes were shining.
.
"The fish is about to bite the hook." The young man clapped his hands and slowly walked to Zhao Zhen.
Zhao Zhen touched his aquiline nose: "Fei Fei, your plan is really good. You easily killed one salt owl and deceived the other two salt owl."
The young man is none other than Mo Feifan.
Mo Feifan also touched his nose and corrected: "It's our plan."
Zhao Zhen: "Haha. By the way, Fei Fei, do you really want their lives?"
Mo Feifan: "If you cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, they will grow again with the spring breeze. If you want to eat the fat meat of private salt in your mouth, you must get rid of all potential threats."
Zhao Zhen: "I hope I am not a threat to you."
Mo Feifan: "You are my lucky star."
"That's weird." He added these two words silently in his mind.