"Brother Huan, if they really run to Zhao's shop within two hours, would you really let them go?"

Han San asked with a faint discomfort.

Although he couldn't tell the reason, he always felt that it would be a big deal to do this...

Jia Huan raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Have I said I would let them go?"

Han San was stunned when he heard this and asked, "Then you just now..."

"Why are you talking so much?"

Seeing Han San asking, Han Da frowned and shouted.

Han San suddenly became honest, but his eyes were resentful...

Jia Huan was nothing. Seeing that everyone around him looked at him, he laughed and said, "There is a saying that you don't blame everyone."

What's more, these people are indeed descendants of the old ancestors.

If I really come forward and take them all, I'm afraid that many people's hearts will be chilled.

It is not easy to do this at the moment...

But if you do nothing, you are afraid that some people will die of laughter...

My Jia family’s reputation is really bad!

Hey!

Look, I'll let them open their eyes today!”

After saying that, he quickly rushed to the Zhao family shop thirty miles away.

...

Jia Huan's every move at the Weishui Wharf was spreading to all parts of Shenjing City almost every moment.

Some people frowned and sighed coldly, angry that they did not fight.

Some people sneered and sat down to wait for their death!

Some people smiled by with a condescending mentality and despised the word "martial man".

Some people, starting from last night, have begun to send people to collect evidence from the victim merchants and write them into bloody and tears of accusation!

Just wait until today's business, and at tomorrow's grand ceremony, we will criticize the evil thief in person!

However, Jia Huan seemed to have no idea about all this.

He sat in the Zhaojiapu pavilion 30 miles away from the Weishui Wharf, drinking herbal tea while reading books...

That's right! It's a book!

However, it was not the Four Books and Five Classics, but the book "The Art of War" given to him by Lin Daiyu.

This book "The Art of War" is not the ordinary "The Art of War". It is "The Art of War" that was broken by Lin Daiyu and "translated" in vernacular.

Many of the allusions in it were written in dense small characters as much as possible on paper and mixed in the pages of the book...

Looking at the beautiful handwriting and the faint fragrance of the smell, Jia Huan seemed to see Lin Daiyu's pretty face and her smart and playful eyes!

She also said in a delicate voice: "Huan'er, bad guy..."

"Brother Huan, Brother Huan..."

A rough call awakened Jia Huan in infinite reverie.

He came to his senses and looked to the side, only to see everyone looking at him with strange expressions.

Jia Huan blushed and asked back, "What's wrong?"

"Hehehe!

Brother Huan, you are the first person who can watch "The Art of War" and drool with a slutty look on his face!"

Han San joked on the side, but was stared coldly by Han Da.

Han Dadao: "Brother Huan, the time has come. Five thousand people have arrived..."

Upon hearing this, Jia Huan said "Oh", carefully put the book "The Art of War" into his arms, stood up and looked outside.

Sure enough, countless black heads stood by the Wei River not far away.

They were all like hot dogs, panting heavily by the water.

However, there was no resentment on their faces, and they were full of unspeakable joy!

This is going to be done, is the official official sent?

Some people are happy, but some are naturally unhappy and dissatisfied.

After the roster of five thousand soldiers was registered, Jun Yu and the old soldiers of the original 1,000 soldiers were blocked outside.

But he was not let go, but was encircled...

The formation was a bit terrifying.

Jia Huan packed the booklet, then walked to the copywriting office transferred from the Jia family's account room, and asked, "Are all five thousand members?"

Dozens of copywriters saw Jia Huan coming and stood up, and the leader said, "Third Master, all are together."

Jia Huan asked again: "How many soldiers are there?"

The copywriter said: "The remaining army is 4,368, and the remaining six hundred and 32 are the old soldiers."

Jia Huan nodded, turned around and walked towards the five thousand people, and said in a deep voice: "The old man stood in one row."

The old soldier, who was originally a formal soldier of one thousand people, did not dare to neglect when he heard this, and stood together swayingly, wondering what Jia Huan was going to do.

"Take all the money I collected yesterday."

"coax!"

Jia Huan's words made these 632 people mess up, and they all looked like a mess!

Can we still spit out more meat in our mouths?

They were serious officials, and they were forced to run for thirty miles by Jia Huan. They were as tired as if they were dead, but it was fine for the sake of the money.

But who would have thought that Jia Huan did things so well!

The hatred in this world is actually caused by the word "benefit".

As the saying goes, cutting off people’s wealth is better than killing parents!

If you want to lose their good days, it will make them more painful than killing their parents.

Besides, they didn't believe it, Jia Huan could really kill them all!

Therefore, there are people who do not believe in evil...

"Master, have you ever seen silver?"

"No, no silver, no one or two..."

"I don't want money, but I'll have one to die!"

A few thorns were clamoring.

Jia Huan fulfilled the situation and looked back. Han Dashou walked towards those people with a few personal soldiers.

A rough man with his chest exposed saw that the situation was not good, and immediately incited: "Damn, this is to force us to death! There are few people, let's fight with them..."

Before the word "典" was released, a flying arrow shot into the throat.

The strong man's leopard's eyes were full of disbelief and fear. The sound of "jojo" sounded from his throat, and he slowly fell to the ground and died.

"hiss!"

The other old soldiers felt that the heat that had occurred when they ran away was suddenly extinguished by a basin of ice water, and their whole body became cold.

There was only one thought in my mind: how dare he kill, how dare he kill...

"You must be wondering why this marquis dares to kill someone, right?"

Jia Huan was extremely understanding and looked at them and laughed: "It's very simple, because he was a soldier, but he wanted to incite a mutiny!

Even if there are ten thousand people like this, it is not enough for me to cut them!

If anyone of you is not convinced, come and try it.”

Seeing that no one was making a sound, Jia Huan looked at the corpse and said, "It's a pity that he doesn't need to die.

As long as you hand over the ill-gotten wealth, you will lose all your sins.

If you have a great future in the future, you may not be able to follow me, even if you have a wife and a son in the future.

But others are too big, but they are too small and too unambitious.

A mere thousand taels of silver can be seen more than life.

Not to mention his death, did he think that he could save the money if he died?

Come!"

"exist!"
To be continued...