One day later, Zhou Zun came back from collecting grain. There were still more than 20 guards from Changjia Town, and the formation was huge. They delivered hundreds of carts of grain to Zhuangzi, and then helped carry it into the rice warehouse.
Xu Mu rubbed his forehead, becoming more and more confused as to what Chang Shiro meant. What on earth did this guy with the protagonist's attributes want to do?
Recruiting? After the incident of killing the officers and soldiers, Xu Mu had stopped thinking about it. Chang Shilang's city was too deep, so don't be sold when the time comes and help you count the money.
Could it be Long Yang?
"Xu Lang, what's wrong with you? You're sweating all over." Jiang Caiwei happened to approach and spoke worriedly.
"nothing."
If I can’t figure it out, I simply don’t think about it.
Right now, it seems that Tsuneshiro is not considered an enemy.
"Boss, when I came back earlier, there were several times more officers and soldiers outside. I heard that in this round of arrests, at least fifty officers and soldiers died."
Fifty.
Including those killed by Chen Sheng and his gang, the total number killed was only about twenty people. I guess they were those heroes who saw injustice on the road.
"Don't cause trouble in the near future. Just make wine in Zhuangzi and wait for the next round of wine market."
It's not long before the wine market opens. Again, if Xujiazhuang wants to gain momentum, there can be no mistakes in the private wine business.
In four or five days, the aroma of wine finally spread throughout the village. Xu Mu counted the time for the wine market at the beginning of the month and only had to wait two more days to open the vat and get the wine.
"Little boss, here's some news." As if smelling the aroma of wine, the city guard Ma Liu walked into the village with a smile.
Xu Mu generously presented two altars.
"More than 3,000 strong men were brought in earlier, and now they are on the road. Unfortunately, once they reach the border, it is difficult to know whether they will live or die."
This kind of innocuous news is at most a small excuse used by Ma Liu to ask for a drink.
"My little boss, I'm not trying to fool you. Don't cause any trouble again during this period. I heard that the official department sent someone to the Ministry of War."
"The matter of killing officials." At the end, Ma Liu added in a deep voice before carefully leaving Zhuangzi with two jars of wine in his arms.
Xu Mu looked solemn for a moment. The four major households were really trying to force him to death.
"My boss is here to see! Oh my God, those strong men!"
Xu Mu's heart stopped, and he hurriedly followed Chen Sheng's voice and walked up to the balcony at the top of Zhuangzi.
Across the huge Tangjiang River, you can still see clearly when you look forward. On the official road by the river, there are about two to three hundred civilians, all in tatters, with their heads bowed and silent.
In each hand, they are either pushing a wheelbarrow or carrying a large baggage, moving forward mechanically.
The officers and soldiers on horseback were running back and forth, occasionally raising their whips and whipping them coldly.
Ma Liu didn't lie to him. Today was the day when the army and the army rushed to the border to help, and it was also the beginning of the uncertainty of life and death for the civilians.
"I heard that there are about five to six thousand civilians at the mouth of Jijiang River downstream."
"How many reinforcements?"
"My boss, I heard it's 20,000."
Twenty thousand people. A huge dynasty with dangerous borders only sent a mere 20,000 people.
A strong man died in a hundred battles, and a general returned home in ten years. It is estimated that the number of civilians who accompanied the army died in a foreign country.
Amid the mourning, the team of civilians gradually moved away.
It wasn't until his eyes became numb that Xu Mu slowly withdrew his gaze.
…
The affairs of the common people did not cause much trouble in the inner city. Changyang was still prosperous, Chengcheng was still a prosperous time for students, and Tangjiang still opened a monthly wine market.
“Wine market!”
"The Moon Wine Market in Tangjiang City! Open!"
The old official standing in front of the official office almost shouted at the top of his lungs. When he sat down, he hurriedly drank two sips of old ginseng tea.
"My boss, why are you here again?" Chen Sheng said in a dull tone.
In the first wine market, it was assigned to such a marginal position, and the same was true in the second time.
Moreover, as if to be wary of Xu Mu pouring wine into the river again, at least eight officials were standing on the river bank this time.
"My dear boss, we just made an announcement. It's hot and dry, so you can't pour wine out of the altar." An official standing on the bank of the river said in a deep voice.
Xu Mu turned around coldly, raised his head, and looked at the shady umbrella cover in the distance. Lu Zizhong was eating watermelon with great interest and met his eyes.
"Brother Mu, let me see it with him!"
"What are you looking at?"
"If he stares at me, I'll stare at him!"
Xu Mu was a little speechless. It would be great if he could be as simple as Si Hu.
As soon as the wine market opened, more and more shopkeepers hurriedly entered the venue. There were still some old customers. The previous publicity was a miraculous effect. At least seven or eight shopkeepers came directly to Xu Mu to place orders and hurriedly
leave.
But still little.
According to the agreement with Chang Shiro, in half a year, he will eat thousands of carts of grain from four large households every month.
Turning his head, Xu Mu looked at the river.
Several officials came over in shock and blocked the river bank. They were afraid that if the small boss came to collect water and drink together again, would the four major households still be able to do business?
"Chen Sheng, return to Zhuangzi."
"Master? This isn't over yet."
"Go back first."
Chen Sheng looked depressed, thinking that Xu Mu had given up. It was indeed a bit miserable in such a corner.
"Brother Tiger, stop staring and help carry the wine."
The wine market was only half open, and Xu Mu gave up halfway, which made him laugh a lot. In this huge wine market, in addition to the four major households, there are also small wineries that are vassals of the four major households.
There is only one Dragon Crossing the River in Xujiazhuang.
Lu Zizhong threw away the melon rind and threw up his head and laughed in comfort. The little boss who was cut to pieces seemed to be unable to stay strong this time.
He was wondering if he should say something funny.
"Little boss, why don't you wait? Maybe we can sell two more jars."
You deserve it if your hand gets slapped when you reach for food.
After Lu Zizhong died, the stewards of the four major households, as well as the corrupt officials and the wine shop owners who echoed the news, all burst into laughter.
Even the old official from before shook his head happily and drank a few more sips of old ginseng tea.
"Brother Mu, I'm angry." Si Hu, who was driving, had a gloomy look on his face.
"Can't you sell the wine?"
"This shit is so deceiving."
Xu Mu smiled and said, "Don't be anxious. I only said I would go back to the village, not that I wouldn't sell wine."
Not only Si Hu, but also Chen Sheng and others who were following him on horseback had a look of astonishment on their faces. They didn't understand what their little boss could do now that the time had come.
Xu Mu paused, raised his head, filtered out the shouting people, and stopped at a stone bridge in front of him.
"Si Hu, have you seen that stone bridge?"
"Brother Mu, I saw it."
"In front of the stone bridge, run over those melon skins."
The melon rind was thrown away by Lu Zizhong and the stewards.
"Brother Mu, the carriage will overturn."
"Then it's over."
Si Hu bulged his eyes, pulled up the reins high, and threw off the carriage containing hundreds of jars of private wine. The wheels rolled very fast.
"Little boss, don't cry when you return to Zhuang."
"If not, can I divide the orders into eight for you?"
Xu Mu didn't say anything. Si Hu didn't say anything either. Following Xu Mu's wishes, he swung the front of the car and hurriedly ran over the melon rinds stacked on the ground.
The body is slightly sideways.
Si Hu's iron tower-like body suddenly left his position and pressed to the side.
Boom!
The carriage suddenly overturned, and the hundreds of jars of private wine in the carriage crashed to the ground. The mellow aroma of the wine suddenly spread.
The original sound startled many people, and coupled with the aroma of wine, many shopkeepers who came into the city sniffed and came closer.
Under the umbrella, there were crowds of people.
Lu Zizhong, the dignified legitimate son of the Lu family, the future minister of household affairs, known as the first son of Tangjiang, was so angry that he trembled and uttered a curse word.
"You're a fool! You're a fool! You're the best man in the world!"