I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 36
Inside the soul banner.

Tu Shanjun looked at the official in the silver embroidered robe sitting on the first seat.

Square scarf, feather guard cap.

The waist knife is white jade.

As the sun rises, light shines in from the entrance of the yamen hall.

Imposing.

Under the light, there seems to be no place where filth can hide.

At the same time, he also saw clearly the appearance of the person in charge.

Three 40-year-old appearance, white and fat, pampered.

When he smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Old Xiang, it's not that I don't give you face, your subordinates dare to draw their swords in front of the court and commit crimes."

"I'm really scared, in case one day, his head suddenly gets hot and my head moves."

"Old Xiang told you what to do?" Bai Pang Qianhu got up and walked to Lao Xiang's side,

He reached out and patted Lao Xiang on the shoulder.

With a look of surprise on his face.

Old Xiang's right shoulder was actually empty.

But after a flash of surprise, he regained his composure, and his gaze was firm instead.

"My lord, it's my subordinates who are not strict in controlling them. I will bear it all." Lao Xiang became more respectful, the wrinkles and scars on his face were piled up to cover up his expression.

Seeing that Lao Xiang is so knowledgeable, the Bai Fat Qianhu loses interest instead.

There is no sense of accomplishment in bullying such an old fritter.

The tied young soldier outside is more interesting.

Bai Pang Qianhu waved his hand: "You can take it back."

"By the way, take back the pension as well, a total of 200 taels."

"It's all here." Saying that, Bai Pang Qianhu handed over a cloth bag.

Let go.

click.

The bag fell to the ground.

Xiang Baihu hurriedly picked it up, but when he touched the bag, Xiang Baihu's expression changed suddenly.

The bag in my hand probably weighed three or four catties.

It is far from enough for 40 taels of pension silver per person.

Xiang Baihu knows that the adults above want to get some, but usually they shouldn't take so much.

There may be about 40 taels in the cloth bag in the hand, and the average distribution is less than ten taels per person.

Xiang Baihu clenched his silver bag tightly, his voice trembling slightly, and he looked at Bai Pang Qianhu: "My lord, this... is against the rules."

Bai Chuanqianhu's eyes widened, and he raised his voice: "Rules?"

"The middle hall draws the saber, and if the next offender goes up, according to the internal rules of Embroidery Guards, he shall be chopped off!"

"You tell me the rules, but your subordinates don't know the rules very well."

Tu Shanjun in the soul banner sneered.

This fat man has a really good plan.

Obviously, it was because the pension money was reduced by [-]%, which angered Shi Zhu and others.

In addition, seeing ordinary people lose their arms, it is easier to bully.

Simply use this matter to put pressure, intending to suppress the matter and let them suffer from being dumb.

The scar on Xiang Baihu's face trembled, and the veins in his hand clutching the money bag were even more exposed.

Even if his hand is broken, he is still a second-rate master, full of inner energy.

Killing this puffy Qianhu was only a matter of one move.

But in the end he still didn't do it.

He has encountered this kind of thing a lot, but he didn't expect it to happen to him one day. It seems that there is something wrong with his backer.

Xiang Baihu picked up the silver bag and wanted to leave.

The moment he took a step, Bai Pang Qianhu called to stop him.

"Old Xiang, you are old, it's not good to stay in this position for too long, you have to give young people a chance."

"In this way, you hurry up tomorrow to repair a book and beg for bones from the Yamen."

"It's not just your subordinates, I can let go as if nothing happened."

"Even the missing pensions, I will make up for you."

"For the sake of your loyalty to the imperial court, I will give you 50 taels as a personal gift for your family settlement."

"What do you think?" Bai Pang Qianhu stroked the beard on the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowed.

Xiang Baihu turned his head sharply, his eyes flashed brightly: "Did something happen to Prince Jing'an Hou?"

Bai Chuanqianhu seemed a little surprised that this old farmer had such a keen sense of politics.

But it's useless even if it is discovered, the matter of Jing'an Hou Shizi is basically a certainty.

There is little wiggle room.

If it drags on for a long time, people may disappear.

The old man let out a long sigh.

Along the way, five brothers were lost and their arms were broken.

Finally returning to Liangdu, the nobleman behind him fell down again.

For the mere 200 taels of silver, he actually wanted to hand over hundreds of embroidered clothes and guards of the sixth rank.

Not reconciled so what.

So what if he had the force to kill Bai Fat Qianhu.

He had to think about the gang of soldiers who followed him.

Think for them, and for your own family.

"I see."

"I'd like to hand over the booklet."

In that instant, he bent down towards Baihu's straight waist.

Suddenly aged ten years.

old.

"Come on, let go of the one tied outside."

"Bring the prepared pension to Mr. Xiang." Bai Fat Qianhu yelled loudly.

Walk out of the open and aboveboard nave to hundreds of households.

The soldier who was holding down the stone pillar let go, and another soldier in embroidered robes brought over the box containing the taels of silver.

Full silver, full two.

The brothers under his command hurriedly gathered up, moved the body of the dead brother to the cart, and then carried the silver tael up.

Everyone looked happy.

It seems that as long as the ordinary households get involved, there is nothing that cannot be dealt with.

But Xiang Baihu looked serious.

"Boss, why is the fat man so generous this time, that he didn't deduct pensions and offerings?" The young soldier smiled happily, but at the same time he was a little puzzled.

"Of course our boss has the means."

"That's right, there's nothing that can't be solved if you go to the boss." The brothers echoed one after another.

It's fun, like a big family.

And Xiang Baihu is the head of the family.

Shi Zhu saw Xiang Baihu's worry, and lowered his head in shame, his face blushed: "Boss, I'm sorry, I'm impulsive..."

Xiang Baihu shook his head: "It's okay, no one can bear that kind of thing."

"do not take it personally."

"I won't be here in the future, you have to live carefully. Don't offend your boss."

The team that was still laughing and laughing just now stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked at the old Baihu with astonished expressions, as if they had heard something unbelievable.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"After this battle, I feel more and more old and have broken my arm, so I am going to beg for bones."

"After I leave, Shizhu must not be impulsive anymore. Iron head is a steady man. When you encounter something, you should discuss it." Old Baihu arranged things softly.

A total of seventeen soldiers remained.

He couldn't be more familiar with them, and each of them was raised as a nephew in the next generation.

Now I want to leave, but I can't bear it.

But this is already what he promised.

Only when he agrees to abdicate, can he ask the white fat Qianhu to raise his hand and supplement the pensions of the brothers who died.

"Boss, is the fat man threatening you?"

"We fought him hard, and the big deal was death."

"Yes, fight them."

"I don't believe that the imperial court will allow them to swallow our salary."

Everyone spoke outrageously, but the only way was to go all out.

To be honest, it's really not a good choice.

If Xiang Baihu was 30 years younger, maybe he would agree, but it's different now.

Killing thousands of embroidery guards is tantamount to rebellion.

It is a great crime to punish the nine clans.

This will only kill more people.

Now he can keep this group of brothers by sacrificing an official position.

Although he will be excluded in the future, he will eventually be able to support his family and have the ability to settle down in the world.

Therefore, Xiang Baihu decisively abandoned the embroidered clothing guard of the sixth rank, hereditary Baihu.

"Worthless."

This is Tu Shanjun's evaluation.

But he didn't say any more.

They are not people of one world.

The situation is different, the joys and sorrows are different.

(End of this chapter)