Chapter 107: Nothing in the fifth floor village before

Seeing Zhao Xiucai's expression, Jiang Feng didn't say anything, and he was sure of something in his heart. He directly ordered Zhang Liang and the boss of the Ma family to get on the horse and follow them down the mountain together.

Yang Da ran out of the room and hurriedly came over to see him off. After all, he was his future master. Even people in the mountains and wilderness had to do the complete etiquette. Jiang Feng looked at Yang Da, and suddenly smiled on his face, instructed the coachman to stop the carriage, lifted the curtain of the carriage and poked his head out and said:

"Yang Da, you should practice more of these young people. After the New Year, I will see you to teach them what you want."

Zhang Liang, who was on the horse, looked puzzled. If Jiang Feng had not had any clear orders, he would have killed Yang Da in front of him with a knife. He was confident that he would have rushed out of this place with Jiang Feng and the few people around him.

However, after Jiang Feng said in a irritable and smiling way, he told the carriage to start going down the mountain. Zhang Liang put the musket in his hand on the fuse. Although the guy in his hand was cumbersome, his power was indeed great. Moreover, Zhang Liang was impetuous. When he was practicing martial arts at home since he was a child, bows and arrows could only be used as pulling equipment. And there were crossbow arrows, who would like to use bows and arrows?

Jiang Feng was still riding a horse when he went up the mountain, but when he got down, he sat in the carriage. The horse was already left to Tiedan. Of course, he was the largest among these people, so it should be more comfortable. He sat in the carriage with Zhao Xiucai. Because Zhao Xiucai's body could not withstand too heavy wind and cold, he hired such a carriage that seemed like a moving small house. The windows and doors were covered with thick cotton curtains to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.

Of course, this carriage is also soundproof and is quite wide inside. The two of them don’t seem crowded when they sit there. Mr. Li’s carriage is known as the number one in the capital, so naturally he is divided into different levels. Jiang Feng has money and Mr. Li has a good relationship.

This time, the first-class carriage came out, with various equipment in the carriage. There was even a coffee table between Jiang Feng and Zhao Xiucai, with warm rice wine on it, and roasted mutton that had been smoked long ago. Jiang Feng held a piece of mutton in his hand. After steaming the large mutton, it was boiled and fried, and then put it in the old soup to stew it. Then this dish with a dark appearance and actually extremely delicious food came out.

Now everyone who comes to Huifeng Tower calls a plate, and some people cut some home, which is one of the most fashionable snacks. Jiang Feng put the mutton into his mouth and took a sip of rice wine. He suddenly felt warm all over his body, and his mood was calming down now.

Zhao Xiucai was also eating slowly there, but he was not extremely calm. Zhao Xiucai's personality was not the kind of person who could not change his face when encountering problems. Although he was stable, he also showed signs of self-restraint on his face.

The carriage had already walked down the mountain road. Jiang Feng suddenly smiled and Zhao Xiucai shivered. Jiang Feng poked his head out of the carriage and handed it to the driver who drove the carriage with a freshly hot stone pot and said:

"Brother Li, it's cold and cold. Take a sip of wine to warm up."

The person who drove the car was about fifty years old. Zhou was named Zhou and Zhou called Zhou. Since Jiang Feng started hiring cars from Mr. Li's car shop, he has been serving him. At that time, Mr. Li thought that he was going to Huifenglou for dinner was a job of saving face.

I just spent money to enjoy the glory. I never expected that since I walked the red carpet after trying the dishes, my business suddenly flourished. Then I realized that Jiang Feng did that, it was really mutually beneficial. From now on, as long as Jiang Feng came to use the car, he would use the best reception. Of course, Jiang Feng's car money would not be less.

These old-fashioned drivers are not modern car drivers. As long as they don’t want the car to run freely or just drive slowly, the carriage is very gentle. Zhou Bashi thanked him with a smile and took the wine pot. Jiang Feng inside was holding a piece of mutton wrapped in oil paper, which was really tempting in this cold and deadly weather.

Zhou Bashi tied the reins to the pillars in front of the board. His eyes were already narrowed when he smiled. He took a sip of wine, then tear off a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth. It seemed that he was so fragrant that he didn't want to open his mouth. He swallowed it for a long time, and breathed out and said with emotion:

"I, Old Zhou, drive a car for you, Mr. Jiang, is so lucky. The wine and meat in Huifenglou are all good things that only those who are rich and powerful can eat."

Zhao Xiucai finished eating in the carriage, and then moved towards the curtain, although it was colder. Jiang Feng patted Zhou Bashi's shoulder and said with a smile:

"Brother, I'll take you out for such a long journey in this weather, thank you for your hard work!"

"Mr. Jiang, you are so frustrated. Come out with you, and the small tent is enough to make you pay for a few years, and you can eat good wine and meat. If I hadn't followed the old man early, it wouldn't be my turn to do a good job?"

Jiang Feng laughed and asked with concern:

"I'm afraid of wind and snow at night, so I'll be careful. It's a perfect solution."

Zhou Bashi wiped his mouth indifferently and said:

"The old man has been running on this official road for more than twenty years. He just kept his eyes shut. Mr. Jiang can rest assured."

Jiang Feng smiled, looked back at the Wulou Village, which was already hidden halfway up the mountain, and continued to ask casually:

"Zhoubashi, Wulou Village has been by the official road for many years."

Upon hearing this question, Zhou Bashi was stunned for a moment, and then took a sip of wine before speaking:

"We are on the road, and we don't know anything about the roadside except the place where we eat. However, I remember an old man told me that there was a village here that was later killed by all the horse bandits who flew in by the Tartars, and it was abandoned. I don't remember very clearly what happened many years ago."

Jiang Feng did not continue speaking, but just patted the old hand-style shoulder. He had already confirmed his thoughts. He rubbed his face, which was a little stiff. Jiang Feng retracted the curtain of the thick cotton cloth covering the carriage, and the smile on his face had disappeared. Zhao Xiucai, who was sitting inside, had heard all the conversation outside clearly, his face was pale, and his hands were constantly trembling.

At this time, Zhang Liang outside approached the side window of the carriage compartment, lowered his voice and said in a low voice:

"Master, my senior brother Chen Dahu and the others are waiting for us half a mile in front, otherwise we will go back to the mountain to suppress that village now."

Jiang Feng just responded lightly:

"Let's go together first and wait for my news."

Zhao Xiucai finally couldn't keep calm, so he walked over with his knees and kowtowed heavily in the carriage. When he raised his head, he was crying and talking, and he couldn't speak. Jiang Feng sneered a few times and said there:

"I said why is it so coincidental that we found Wulou Village after returning from Yantai. Later, as long as I wanted to buy a house business and store things, it must be 'We are familiar with Wulou Village, so I'm here'. I was also stupid. Until I just realized that you taught the words of Dongningwei. Lao Zhao was not talking about you. You won't tell you this kind of lies that are so obvious."

The more Jiang Feng laughed and scolded, the more nervous Zhao Xiucai was kneeling there. He had no scheming, but now he was just kowtowing and couldn't say a word.

"Do you know how I see that something is wrong? Yang Da looks a bit like you. You are thin and strong, but his children are really..."

Having said that, the voice suddenly became extremely harsh:

"Jiang is confident to you. There are dozens of people in the Beijing camp outside now, and there are more than a hundred men on the mountain. More than a dozen families on the mountain are easily wiped out. How long do you want to hide me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiucai was shocked violently, raised his head and cried in a hoarse voice:

"Boss, student, I really don't have the intention to harm you. I just want to find a place for my relatives to settle down."

"Stay in peace and have a skilled military household? Dongning Guard? Who knows what their origin is?"

Jiang Feng's speech suddenly turned softly, and he gently patted the coffee table in front of him and said:

"Old Zhao, tell me the truth. I don't want to hide everything from others. I tell me that all the big things will be hidden by you..."

Zhao Xiucai had no opinion in his heart. He was originally quite guilty of deceiving Jiang Feng. Last time he returned to the capital, he didn't dare to stay in Huifeng Tower for too long, for fear of revealing flaws. Although he thought he could hide it for a while, he would eventually be exposed one day. He didn't expect that he would come to the front of him so quickly this day. He listened to Jiang Feng's almost heart-stricken words, and felt even more panicked and ashamed. Hearing Jiang Feng's turn around, he couldn't help but tell the truth:

"The boss, the student's uncle is called Zhao Liu."

"Zhao Li?"

Jiang Feng was stunned. He didn't know who the name was at all. Looking at Zhao Xiucai below, he was talking about this matter when he saw that he was cut into pieces. He knew in his heart that this character might be extraordinary, but his impression of the name in his mind was also extremely vague.

Zhao Xiucai couldn't help but smile bitterly when he looked at Jiang Feng's expression. He really couldn't understand some of the conventional things of his boss. If other Jinyiwei or yamen runners heard this name, they would probably have jumped up long ago, so they had to grit their teeth and say again:

"Everyone in the world calls him Crazy Zhao!!"

Jiang Feng was even more confused. Who is Zhao Crazy? He suddenly remembered those fucked Yun Zhongyue novels in modern times, and jumped up, knocked his head and sat down again, lowered his voice but asked in extreme horror:
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