As the sun set in the west, Huang Fu's carriage finally appeared at the mine.
The foreman, whose mouth was full of oil, leaned on his seat angrily.
"Sixth Master!"
He saw a carriage from a distance and was startled. He hurriedly stepped forward to greet it. "Why are you here? I didn't even send anyone to notify you. Don't let your shoes get dirty in this mountain of mud." p>
Huang Fu stepped on the pedals of the carriage and was about to get off.
As soon as he heard this and saw the dirt and gravel on the ground, his bloated body immediately shrank back.
The foreman was very clear-sighted and immediately called for people to come over and clean up.
Several well-trained subordinates opened a path for Huangfu and sent him directly to the supervisory office at the top.
Huang Fu sat on the chair, took the tea cup in his hand and took a sip, then spat it out with a "pop" sound, "What is this? Is it for human consumption?"
The foreman laughed along with him, nodded and bowed and said: "Sixth Master, please calm down. You guys are all rough people. You have been busy working this year. How can you drink tea?"
"I haven't been here much for more than a year. Nothing happened in the mine, right?" Huang Fu asked, raising his eyebrows.
"How can we do that?" the foreman said flatteringly: "Sixth Master is our lucky star, we have great luck!"
Huang Fu was amused by him, crossed his legs, and asked: "How is the iron ore selected this time? Keep an eye on the north."
When the foreman heard this, his attitude immediately became more serious, "Don't worry, I will never make any mistakes in my work. What I have selected are the best concentrated iron ores, and we will keep and sell the inferior ones ourselves. I will keep this account book for you."
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As he spoke, someone immediately handed over a thick account book.
Zhao Jin looked through the leaves, with stars blooming in his eyes.
North?
This person named Huang actually has connections with the North!
Zhao Jin thought of the accountability document and wanted to rush in immediately and ask for everything.
Huang Fu flipped through a few pages of the account book, smiled casually, closed it and threw it back.
"Come on, we are all brothers. I eat meat, so you can't just drink soup, right?"
"It's just that you have to wipe your butt clean, don't look back and ask people to find something..."
Huang Fu's voice suddenly turned cold, "Don't forget that we are all grasshoppers on the same rope."
The foreman's face changed slightly, his knees softened, and he knelt down with a bang, "Six Masters, I only obey your orders, and I don't dare to have any selfish intentions!"
Huang Fu laughed happily, his face trembling, and stood up: "Okay, I come here once in a while, and I don't want to listen to your nonsense. Let's go to the mine and have a look."
Under the leadership of the foreman, Huang Fu went down to the mine, and the accompanying servants also followed in.
The sky is getting dark, and the workers in the mine are moving towards the village one after another.
There are still more than a dozen patrol officers left in the mine, patrolling around in an orderly manner.
Zhao Jin knew that there were too many people on the other side, so he did not act rashly, but quietly walked towards the dirty pool.
His movements were light and fast, and he quickly arrived at the mine and climbed in quietly.
A few gravels slid down the side of the mine, and a patrol happened to pass by nearby.
One of them subconsciously lowered his head and looked into the well. Suddenly his right hand shot up and grabbed the edge of the mine.
"What's wrong?" Not far away, another patrol heard the noise, yawned and said with a smile, "What are you looking at? Be careful and fall in."
The man lowered his head, his hair covering most of his face, and laughed twice, "It's okay, my stuff fell in."
The patrol was about to come forward, "Want to help?"
"No! No need!" The man said anxiously, "This is...this is my wife's thing. I'll go down and pick it up."
As soon as these words came out, the patrols on the left and right started laughing, with some joking voices.
The man didn't even raise his head. His hands and feet were stiff and he was clinging to the bamboo basket in the mine, slowly sliding down.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.
If anyone else had taken another half step forward, they would have discovered that inside the mine, the man had just opened his eyes wide in horror, staring at the sharp blade against his heart, with the corners of his lips trembling.
No one thought that there would be a person hiding here!
The wind from the bottom of the mine blew upward, whining like a ghost whining.
Zhao Jin narrowed his eyes, the dagger in his hand cut into the man's skin, his rough fingers almost dug into his neck, and his voice was cold.
"Keep going."
The man's eyes flashed, as if he recognized him, and his fingers slowly grasped the well rope next to him.
Zhao Jin sneered, quickly covered his mouth and nose with his left hand, and plunged the dagger in his right hand downwards, piercing deeply into his thigh.
"Hmm!"
The man's pupils trembled in pain, his arms suddenly lost strength, and he gasped repeatedly.
"Don't play tricks." The blood-stained dagger was pressed against the man's cheek. Zhao Jin's eyes were as sharp and cold as a hawk, "Do you know me?"
The man shook his head hurriedly, but Zhao Jin said nothing.
When the wooden basket under his feet went down the mine shaft, he grabbed the man's hair and dragged him directly to the depths of the mine.
The bottom of the mine is very narrow, and some miners' daily necessities are scattered. The dirty water is turbid and smells bad.
The man choked on the dirty water and felt nauseous, and finally let out a scream, "Hero, spare my life, I... cough, I'm just a servant... I don't know anything!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jin's leg hit his chest like a whip.
With a "bang", the man vomited blood and hit a pile of gravel. Even his screams were hoarse and unpleasant.
"It seems you really know me!"
After searching for so long, I finally found a clue.
Zhao Jin laughed angrily, grabbed his throat, lifted him into the air, and asked gloomily: "Did you do anything on the river embankment back then?"
The man rolled his eyes in pain, panted heavily and shook his head, "I, I don't know, I..."
"You dare to quibble!" Zhao Jin pressed the person against the wall, "Beasts, aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"Tell me, who else took action that day?"
He was so angry that he could hardly control his murderous intention.
A county magistrate, a well-known scholar, was buried alive because of that flood!
He endured it for a year!
Zhao Jin grabbed his throat with his fingers, wishing to cut all these people into pieces.
The smell of blood was washed away by the fishy vapor, but the man's thighs were still twitching. When he met Zhao Jin's cannibalistic gaze, his throat became knotted, "No, no! It's none of my business..."
..It’s all Huang Liuye’s orders, it’s him!”
Zhao Jinhan said coldly, "Did Huang Fu ask you to dig embankments?"
The man nodded hastily, feeling his breathing getting harder and harder, and struggling with a distorted face, "Don't kill me, don't! I... I can be a witness, I will be a witness to help you reverse the case!"
"Who else?" Zhao Jin turned a deaf ear and bloodshot eyes spread like cobwebs, "Who else was there that night!"
"I said... I said," the man was dying and speaking incoherently, "it's... the foreman here, and the patrol... everyone."
Patrol team, those are the people patrolling outside now!
Zhao Jin's breath was trembling, and his teeth were almost bloody from being bitten, "You guys are scum!"
Those who persecute loyal people and take human lives lightly, no one counts, how can we spare them lightly!
Zhao Jin tightened her fingers, like an enraged beast, and let out a low roar.
The man's eyes widened, his mouth opened in fear, his face turned red, his struggling movements became smaller and smaller, and finally he lost his breath.
"Who's there?"
Zhao Jin turned around and saw two patrol officers standing under the mine, looking at him in surprise.
Zhao Jin threw the corpse in his hand to the ground, and the ground was stained red with blood. The eyes of the dead corpse were wide open, with fear solidified on its face.
The tall body reflected long shadows on the wall, and only those eyes looked like ghosts crawling out of hell.
The two patrol officers were scared to death!
"There is a thief!"
"Someone is coming quickly!"
One of them suddenly trembled, and after reacting, he yelled loudly, turned around and ran away.
The other person's face was also pale, but he still mustered up the courage to pick up the steel knife in his hand and strike at Zhao Jin.
The mine passage is extremely narrow, and the steel knife scraped against the wall, causing sparks to fly.
Zhao Jin roared and threw the dagger in his hand forward.
The patrol was frightened to death, and when he heard the roar echoing continuously in the mine, he immediately wanted to retreat and became weaker.
In this flash of lightning, the dagger knocked open the steel knife and stabbed into his throat accurately.
The man who was running away turned around when he heard the sound, and saw his colleague holding the steel knife high, but he fell straight back, and the hair all over his body suddenly exploded.
Ghost!
It’s a ghost!
He wailed, panicked and ran into the wall of the mine.
When I got up again, a shadow suddenly appeared on my head.
He froze and raised his head in shock.
Zhao Jin was seen holding a steel knife in his hand, and the corners of his eyes were stained red with blood. He held a steel knife in his hand and struck straight down from above.
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(Foretelling, this book will be officially put on the shelves on April 7th, which is this Friday. I kindly ask those who like it to support an initial subscription and give Lao Cheng some encouragement. Thank you very much!)