Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The death of a civil servant is not a big deal for Zhuergan. As for loyalty, as long as there are enough benefits, he will not worry about finding loyal courtiers.

So after he confessed to investigate the matter, he went back to sleep.

It was not a good experience to be called to discuss matters at night, and everyone left the palace one after another.

But the civilian suspected of killing was isolated.

The civil and military officials were staying away from him, as if he was a plague god.

And the few people who had good relations with the civil official who were killed were cursing loudly at him.

"I swear you will die soon, and you will get what you deserve. You won't survive for three days!"

In everyone's eyes, this degree of curse is similar to the effect of children swearing that they did not steal sugar, it is just coaxing people.

Even the cursed suspect didn't care, he walked out of the palace and stood on the high steps.

In the small square ahead, the servants and guards of each house were waiting, with torches blazing, and the faces of the people shone flickering.

Everyone got on the horse one after another, and the voices of greetings were everywhere.

The suspect walked slowly to his horse. Two servants were waiting, one leading the horse and the other holding a torch to look after him.

He slowly mounted his horse, shaking his body, only feeling exhausted physically and mentally.

"go back!"

At this moment, he could go home and sleep for a while, even if he was not sleepy, he felt that he should lie down.

...

Wang Yan slept very well, even if someone knocked on the door halfway, he just stopped breathing for a moment, and then went back to sleep.

He slept until dawn, and then washed his face without gargle, because most people here do not gargle. If he gargles frequently, his teeth and tone will be different from others.

He didn't light a fire in the morning, just ate half of the leftover dry cakes from last night, and almost cut his throat by the sharp pancakes that dried out.

After eating the bread, he walked out of the house, closed the door carefully, and finally locked it, as if there were ten thousand family wealth hidden inside.

Most of the surrounding neighbors go out at this time, and some have family members, so there is no need to lock the door, and most of the rest are the same as Wang Yan's behavior and demeanor.

At that time, he took a ‘small tribe’ to join the boss, Zhuan Er, and his staff lived nearby, which was an inevitable reaction of the newcomers.

Samarkand is like a beacon in the dark night, continuously attracting the homeless and small forces scattered all over the grassland.

These people came here in an endless stream, and Zhuer, who was in urgent need of population supplement, raised her hands to welcome.

But as the number of people increases, the composition becomes more and more complicated. From time to time, conflicts erupt, petty theft, and even street robberies and murders occur from time to time.

The chaotic Samarkand was not what Meiergan wanted to see, so after catching those criminals, most of them were sent to the army.

The chaotic law and order made everyone afraid to bring a lot of money when they went out, but it was also dangerous to keep it at home. Maybe someone opened the simple lock in a blink of an eye, and then went in and swept all the things that could be sold inside.

Wang Yan turned around and took a look, all he saw was indifferent.

It doesn't matter to him, he hangs up high. If there are any thieves inside, Wang Yan believes that these people are still in this numb appearance, and will only say that they haven't seen anything afterwards.

Chen Deng brought a few brothers over. This will not cause any doubt, because if you want to live in Samarkand and live well, you must form a group, otherwise you will be the group that has been squeezed out.

Several people were walking on the narrow streets of the slum, and the eyes around them were looking at them.

There are a few black forces here. When Wang Yan and the others came, they had blackmailed them, but they were strongly rejected.

Wang Yan's eyes were cold, but Chen Deng stretched out his hand and pulled his neck down, sneered.

This was a threatening action, and some of the more than ten men on the right couldn't help but rushed over.

Wang Yan didn't look at this person, his gaze turned away, and stared at the Tatar who was surrounded by the men.

The Tatar looked at Wang Yan coldly, and then at the men who rushed past him.

Boom!

Chen Deng kept his punching posture and looked at the Tatar man provocatively.

The man who rushed to provoke had already fallen to the ground. His Yintang had just been punched by Chen Dengzhong and he had lost consciousness.

Those men were all taken aback, and then forced to come over after shouting for a while.

"Do you want to come?"

Chen Deng sneered: "If you have the ability to go at night, or go out of town now, whether you live or die, dare you? Your wife is my woman when you die, dare you?"

This is the rule on the prairie. If you are killed by your opponent, your wife will become the opponent's maid or woman, and your child has a high chance of becoming a slave.

"Kill them all!"

The group of men were roaring, and everyone around was urging them, wishing them to start a war right away.

Even two seven or eight-year-old children are waving their fists and yelling, and they are also encouraging.

"Kill them all! Take their women and make their cubs slaves."

Chen Deng's eyes were fierce, but he was waiting for Wang Yan's instructions.

Wang Yan looked at the people around him, then looked at the Tatar man indifferently, and nodded slightly.

Chen Deng laughed to the sky, and then one person stepped forward and said grimly: "Come, either come now, or outside the city, or at night, but you have to suppress the money, or I will kill you now!"

His eyebrows were beating, and his excitement was beyond words.

There is a kind of people in the world who always walk on the edge of death, but they never die.

They will keep trying to kill themselves. For example, Chen Deng now thinks that one pick ten is this way of thinking.

The men became angry. They rolled up their sleeves, looking like they were ready to rush forward and beat Chen Deng to death here.

The death of a person is not a major event, and those sergeants will not be tracked down, but those who live nearby will be unlucky and will be driven to drag the corpse of the deceased outside the city.

"return!"

The Tatar man suddenly stopped his men, then stared at Wang Yan coldly, and said, "I remember you."

This was a threat, Chen Deng quietly lowered his head to translate to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan nodded, coldly pushed away the person in front of him, and walked out first.

After walking out of this street, Wang Yan said, “The dispute just now was very good. Those people completely regarded us as horse bandits who came to Samarkand to find food. Go back and remember to record it. Go down."

There is no one here, Chen Deng said desperately: "My lord, we are the black thorns. Will it be gone in the future."

The black thorn is the black thorn of Emperor Wen Zhu Di, can loyalty reassure the current emperor?

"There will be ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Wang Yan said: "We came to Samarkand this time because of your Majesty’s trust in us. Now the news is almost all inquiries, and we are waiting to rescue those brothers. If you are done, your majesty will naturally get rewards when you go back. "

They wandered around in the city and found a job to carry goods before lunch. This was a job they only grabbed after they fought off two gangs of competitors.

It was already after lunch after it was done. Several people bought biscuits on the side, then begged for water, and squatted outside to eat.

This is a small market, close to the city gate.

There are six gates in the new city, and this is just one of them.

Because Da Ming cut off the trade with Harleh, and because the original Tatar and Vara were beaten to the ground by Da Ming, Samarkand now became a lame man.

The center of East-West trade has now lost the East.

As a result, taxes have been reduced a lot, no longer the prosperity of the old Wang.

Meiergan was worried about this night, but the savages in the woods farther away were not easy to deal with, and the road was farther away.

Therefore, Meier was trying to open up a further business route, such as Taixi.

Trade routes often carry political implications. To pass is to ease, and to block is to be hostile.

Therefore, Mei Erqian thinks that his temptation is killing two birds with one stone.

If Fang Xing was there, he would definitely tell him that the Taixi people were waiting for this opportunity.

Yes, the Thais want to get in touch with these two countries now, and then tell them that we are friends.

The foundation of this friend is to have a common opponent.

That behemoth!

Ming dynasty!

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