Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

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"let's go."

Fang Xing lowered his gun, and Xin Laoqi got into the carriage without looking back, so he drove the carriage through the other side of the alley.

"Boom!"

The frightened horse turned around, and finally dragged the carriage, bumped its head against the wall of the Palace of Han Dynasty, and crashed to the ground.

Sipo Yoshimoto wanted to lift the front curtain and scolded the coachman named Yicun.

But the curtain of the car was so crushed by a village, Spo Yoshimoto couldn't help cursing: "One village, **** it, get out!"

But the village under the curtain of the car was motionless, and a smell of blood was permeating.

Is it hurt?

Spo Yoshimoto burrowed out from the side with difficulty, first touched the big bags that were knocked out on his head, and then went to the front angrily.

"what……"

As soon as it got dark, the scream immediately alarmed the people in the Han Palace.

A team of guards rushed out with knives, only to hit Spo Yoshimoto who was rushing frantically.

"who?"

The leading guard kicked Spo Yoshimoto and was tied up.

"No... there is a ghost! There is a ghost!"

Sipo Yoshimoto desperately resisted, pointing to the side of the carriage and hissed: "There are ghosts! Some evil spirits have eaten my coachman..."

The guard smiled and grabbed Spo Yoshimoto, slapped both forehands and backhands, and then said to his companions: "Mad! We didn't know how many people were killed when Jing was difficult, and which ghost dared to appear in front of us. See it for yourself."

One of the guards scolded and walked to the carriage, and cursed as he walked: "Made! He actually hit our wall and turned around and asked that kid to pay for the repair...Huh? It's bloody!"

The horse was directly hit to death. There was not much blood flowing, and the blood of the horse was not bloody, so of course the guards who killed countless people could tell.

"Oh! Look at you, dwarf, how dare you kill someone?" The head of the guard here threw Sibo Yoshimoto on the ground in surprise.

"not me……"

"what……"

The head of the bodyguard was about to kick Sipo Yoshimoto, and he couldn't help feeling terrified when he heard the scream in front of him.

"Head! His head is gone!"

"Boom!"

After Ji Gang, who was waiting for someone to send the money, received the news, he stood up abruptly, who had always been calm in front of his subordinates, and staggered back a few steps.

"You, what did you say?"

Ji Gang's expression was like seeing a ghost, and the Jinyiwei Xiaoqi who came to report was also pale.

"My lord, the wagon driver lost his head."

Xiaoqi thought of the weird scene, and couldn't help but feel nauseous.

"My lord, that head is like a cabbage melon...it was smashed to pieces."

"vomit!"

Xiaoqi couldn't help it anymore. He ran to the door and vomited by the door.

A sour smell came, if it was normal, the pampered Ji Gang would keep this little flag out of bed for half a month.

But today, Ji Gang just stood in place, dumbfounded.

"That person again! Go, throw everyone out and find the devil! I'm going to eat him raw!"

Ji Gang screamed madly, throwing something when he caught it in his hand, and kicking something near his feet.

Wang Qian couldn't help being surprised when he saw Ji Gang's appearance.

"It's just a coachman, why is your lord panicking?"

Zhuang Jing asked wonderingly, he and Wang Qian both retreated outside the door because they were afraid of being angered.

Wang Qian stared at Zhuang Jing sideways, looking at him uncomfortable, and said helplessly: "Have you forgotten how Yuan Jiang died?"

"How did you die?"

Since Zhuang Jing took over some affairs of Yuan Jiang, he had forgotten his former colleague. At this time, when Wang Qian mentioned this person, the scene by the Qinhuai River was turned back from the depths of his memory.

"vomit!"

Zhuang Jing retched, and said with a pale face: "You mean that the man who died is exactly the same as Yuan Jiang?"

Wang Qian said with a solemn expression, "Exactly, it's all heads exploded."

No matter how stupid Zhuang Jing was, he knew why Ji Gang was so gaffe.

Ji Gang was in fear. He was worried that one day his head would explode like Yuan Jiang, and the blood would be spilled all over the floor.

"Are there any cash?"

Ji Gang calmed down and asked.

Wang Qian shook his head and said, "The side of the Han Dynasty Mansion is surrounded by Xunqi's residence, so the subordinates dare not ask."

"My lord, tell your majesty, send a large army to block Jinling, and check every family!"

Zhuang Jing gritted his teeth: "I don't believe I can't catch that guy!"

Seeing signs of Ji Gang's anger again, Wang Qian hurriedly said: "Don't talk nonsense! Sibo Yiyuan's carriage is full of gold and silver, and there are a few calligraphy and paintings from the pre-Song Dynasty. Do you want your majesty to take our nest?"

Ji Gang felt cold in his heart, for the unknown opponent, he couldn't get any details.

...

When Zhu Gaoxu learned of this, he was drinking, he casually commanded: "The wall must have been smashed, and the dead are still unhappy. Then leave half of the money and send them to Fangjiazhuang."

The guards were just surprised by the death of the coachman, and immediately went to get the money with a smile.

"When the cavalry rushed and fell off the horse, it was much worse than this, and I couldn't find a good piece of meat on his body."

Several guards separated the money, then pulled out a carriage, and directly sent Sibo Yiyuan to Fangjiazhuang.

"It turned out to be Buzhuang! The frightened bird of Fang 11, I thought that No.1 Xian finally met his opponent. Go, let's go home."

Fang Xing stood at the door of No.1 Fresh, surrounded by several family members. Looking at the posture, if the other side really opened a restaurant, he would be prepared to bully others.

"Tsk tusk! Uncle Xinghe is really straightforward!"

Several night patrol sergeants were all watching, for fear that Fang Xing would really take someone to smash the cloth shop.

And the night mate at the cloth shop was shaking all over, if Fang Xingzhen rushed in, he planned to run immediately, not even the job, and go back to his hometown in the country.

The rich and powerful in Jinling City are really arrogant! I'd better go back to the countryside to be safer.

"Uncle Xinghe is said to be under-funded."

A night-watching sergeant put on the appearance of the old rivers and lakes and said: "One year is the salary of eight hundred shi, and there is a small villager in the family. I have to smash it too!"

Among the honors, Fang Xing's salary can only be regarded as the lowest level, and those honors have made a lot of benefits in the past battles. They changed hands and went to buy fields and shops, and the family property increased steadily.

"Poor!"

Back home, Fang Xing hummed and cried poorly ~www.NovelMTL.com~ in exchange for Zhang Shuhui's eyes.

There are a lot of good things stacked in the Fang family's warehouse, and the first fresh has a strong ability to make money. Zhang Shuhui has already asked people to exchange money several times.

"Husband, those firms are getting more and more excessive, and you can't always change a couple of pennies."

Against the background of prohibiting the use of silver as currency, the exchange of silver is a private act, and there are powerful big guys behind those businesses, so the attitude is very arrogant.

Fang Xing said nonchalantly: "What's so great about silver? Whenever you come to grab the seat of Yinshan for your husband, you can change it at that time."

"Bag!"

Zhang Shuhui snapped the thread off, lifted the clothes in her hands, and said, "Husband, come and try. These are the new clothes that Zhengdan will wear on that day."

Fang Xing got up, and the couple tried on the clothes tacitly. Just as the atmosphere was pulsed, the knife shouted outside.

"Master, people from the Han Palace sent that Sibo Yoshimoto..."