Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 34

Zhonglie hall, in the book pavilion.

"Zhang's mansion in the east of the city, the head of the family, Zhang Heng, has been in the business for [-] years for two generations. The silk is the mainstay, and [-]% of Wuyin's silk and satin village is occupied!"

"Xu Lin, the head of the Xu family in the west of the city, has a lame left leg. He is nicknamed the lame man. He has cast weapons for generations, and monopolizes the county government's weapon casting!"

"The Gong family in the north of the city, the owner of the family, Gongchang, runs a grain farm, has a good relationship with the Wuyin nobles, controls the import and export of grain from this county and other counties, and is incomparably rich in the county treasury!"

"..."

Mu Jing sat on the grand teacher's chair, flipping through the household registration information in his hands, his eyes were deep, his thoughts turned, and he read very carefully.

With these household registration information, the distribution of strength in the entire Wuyin business world is clear in front of him.

As for why he wanted to check these things, there was naturally a reason.

Since ancient times, the cultivation of the army has been inseparable from economic backing.

The battle between the two forces is not only about military power, but more about the confrontation of strength. Strength includes military strength, financial resources, and it takes too much to arm an elite army. Military salaries, weapons, horses, armor, and training The consumption of materials at the time requires strong financial resources to support.

Therefore, if Mushan wants to expand its strength, then the premise must be financial support. The gentry in the county have vaguely come to the opposite side, and it is wishful thinking to want them to provide financial support.

Mujing naturally wants to go back to his old profession.

He was originally a businessman, and he was a businessman who was difficult to succeed. He didn't blow out the name of a genius businessman himself. Because of his keenness to make money.

"Brother Zong!"

After a long time, Mu Jing picked out some files, handed them to Tan Zong, and said, "I'll check the backgrounds of these companies, the scale of their business, the direction of their business routes, and the character and temper of the family members. Be more careful!"

"promise!"

Tan Zong looked at it, and there were five copies in total, which meant that these five were rather special, so he nodded.

"Young master, but just some merchants, why should you pay so much attention to it?" Lei Hu didn't quite understand.

Before Lei Gong joined the Yellow Turban Army, he was actually from a gentry family, but there were many generations of decline. In this generation, Lei Gong liked martial arts and hated literature. Later, he was oppressed by the family and joined the Yellow Turban Army. .

Therefore, Lei Hu's son was influenced by him, and he had some beliefs of scholars, farmers, and businessmen. He didn't hate farmers or long-term workers, but he was quite contemptuous of merchants.

"Brother Huzi, don't underestimate them!"

Mujing smiled and said: "They may be our good partners in the future!"

His soul comes from the future, and he came back from the world of capital. No one knows the advantages of capital better than him.

Lei Hu curled his lips. Although he didn't refute, he could tell from his expression that he was a little bit unconvinced.

Mu Jing just smiled, some concepts need to be changed slowly.

"Brother Zong, for my note, go to Uncle Zhang to pay ten gold, and do this thing well. The information must be clear, and you should be careful in doing things. The gentry in the city have a lot of resentment towards their father, especially when we wiped out the father. The Zhu family has challenged their bottom line!"

"Young master, I understand!"

Tan Zong nodded. He has a bit of a vicious temper, but he is absolutely loyal to the father and son.

It was Mushan who picked him up from the pile of dead people back then. His father and uncle all died in the battle in Wancheng. He was just a loner. In his heart, Mushan was his father. Although Mujing was young, But he is considered a brother.

……

in the afternoon.

Mu Jing and Lei Hu entered the city.

This time they entered the city to grab medicine. Recently, Mu Jing felt that he had reached a bottleneck in his practice recently. He always had some feeling in his heart, as if he wanted to take that step, but he still couldn't. So he planned to grab some yams that strengthen the muscles and strengthen the bones. Come take a bath.

It is normal for people who practice martial arts to use herbs to assist them.

"It was too boring on the mountain before, but the county town is still lively!" Lei Hu said excitedly with his tiger eyes twinkling.

"Wuyin is indeed a relatively lively county!"

Mu Jing smiled.

There are two major markets in Wuyin, one in Dongcheng City and the other in Beicheng City. Both markets are very lively, receiving caravans from south to north. This place is connected to Nanyang Runan, and the business is even more prosperous.

They walked to the East Market, where people came and went, rubbing shoulders, and it was quite lively.

Soon he came to a medicine shop.

Grabbed a pair of medicine.

This medicine is a prescription recorded in the Taiping Martial Arts Classic, it is used to assist warriors in building their foundation, and the medicine is not cheap. They spent more than 5000 yuan to get the medicine.

The two had just walked out of a pharmacy when they bumped into a group of soldiers.

The leader is Zhao Ping.

"Uncle!" Mu Jing hurriedly greeted.

"Less master!"

Zhao Ping hurriedly stopped and returned his salute to Mu Jing. Although they are no longer bandits, they are no longer the golden remnants of Mushroom Mountain, but for Mu Shan and his son, they still retain the title of "big master" and "lesser master". most respectful.

"Uncle, what are you..." Mu Jing looked behind Zhao Ping, a dozen soldiers and three carts covered with straw mats, and under the straw mats, there was the smell of rotten flesh. Chong, it's obviously a corpse.

"The corpses that floated up from the Xiaoqing River, a total of five corpses, seem to have been dead for two days, and their identities are not known yet, but since it happened in Wuyin territory, it is our county government's business!"

Zhao Ping's face was slightly bitter, but since Mu Jing asked, he would not hide it. After all, since they stood firm in Wuyin, they did not regard Mu Jing as a young man. He began to complain and said: " I, the thief Cao, just took office, and encountered such an unlucky thing. This is very troublesome. The head of the county government has just established his footing, and there is a county magistrate Meng Wu on top. If this case cannot be solved, Definitely give them a reason to attack!"

He is a thief Cao.

In the county government, except for the county magistrate, county magistrate, county lieutenant, and chief bookkeeper, most of the others are officials. Among them, the thief Cao and the meritorious Cao rank relatively high. The thief Cao is responsible for arresting thieves and some murder cases. Detecting is equivalent to the role of the police chief of later generations.

"I gonna go see!"

Mu Jing was a little curious. After all, it was not on the battlefield. Five people were killed at once. The prestige of his father Mushan.

He walked up, lifted the straw mat, and looked at the corpse under the straw mat. It was a bearded man, wearing common clothes, who had been floating in the water for two days. His skin was very pale, without any blood, as if It's like being drained of blood.

"Piercing to death?" Mu Jing said in a low voice.

"I've seen it, and all five of them were pierced through their chests!" Zhao Ping said with a nod.

"However, the wound on the chest is very strange. It doesn't look like the wounds passed by weapons such as guns, swords, and knives!"

Mujing took a closer look and frowned slightly: "And I seem to have seen this shape of the wound somewhere?"

"have you seen?"

Zhao Ping's eyes widened, and he was a little excited. He was worried that he didn't have a clue to investigate. If he could trace it from the fierceness, it might be in one direction: "Where did you meet Shao Dangjia?"

"I think about it, it seems to be... I remember, it's the Taiping Martial Arts Classic!"

Mu Jing tried his best to remember, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and quickly said: "This wound should be the scar of the Taiping hook. The shape of the Taiping hook is recorded in the Taiping Wujing, which is exactly the same as the shape of this wound!"

"Taiping hook?"

Zhao Ping's face changed color upon hearing this.

Although he is not a Yellow Turban Army from Taiping Road, he has heard of some Taiping stunts, one of which is the Taiping Hook. The Taiping Hook is a weapon and a martial art. , How could it appear on these people now?
"Uncle, this matter is not simple. It involves the Taiping Dao. It must not be a trivial matter. You should carry them to see your father. My father should be more familiar with Taiping Dao's martial arts than I am!"

"Ok!"

Zhao Ping nodded, waved his hand, and quickly asked his soldiers to carry the corpses towards the county government.

(End of this chapter)