Lu Ming

Chapter 42 The Rebels

Just as Chu Jianli was standing on the bank of the Tang River worrying about gains and losses, a half-old Wu Peng slowly descended from the upstream and stopped in front of the unfinished private port in a short time.

As soon as the boat docked, five or six strong men jumped down first, and the first one was the one who was sent to the mountains to report the situation a few days ago. Seeing Chu Jianli coming up to meet him, he hurriedly crossed his hands: "Third Master!"

"Where's Uncle?" Chu Jianli chuckled.

Before he finished speaking, a loud shout floated over from the bow of the boat: "Old third!"

Chu Jianli looked up and saw that Zhou Tong, who was wearing a bamboo hat, a short earth cloth robe, and a square face and short beard, was standing on the bow of the boat, looking at him with a smile.The short man next to him with a tiger's beard and eyes, and a pig-killing knife across his waist, who is it if it's not Chen Erye?
They hadn't seen each other for many days, and while they were unloading from the ship, the three leaders began to chat with each other - Zhou Tong knew some people's hobbies, and this time, ten picks of bloodstones were brought along with the ship.
After listening to Chu Jianli's slightly worrying situation report, Zhou Tong waved his hand vigorously: "It's okay, you have been worrying too much about this matter. With Mr.'s supernatural powers, why should you pay more attention to the brothers, there is only a lack of manpower left and right That's it."

Speaking of this, Zhou Tong sighed and then continued: "After winning Baizhuang that day, didn't the brothers also try it? But people insist on traveling far. Now it seems that the Pingfengzhai Temple is still small enough to hold the true Buddha, now Mr. It's not a big scene to seduce a confidant. Well, in short, let's meet first, it's also an opportunity."

A group of people called back and forth, carrying the famous and excellent local products of Tianmu Mountain, went straight to Tangzhuang, and went to Cao Chuan to "reminisce".

At the entrance of Tangzhuang, a "monk" with a horse face, long and narrow eyes, and fair skin was waiting for Zhou Tong to go.

Feng Jun, former foreman, lobby manager, and head of the human resources department, is currently the person in charge of the immigration program across the company.

After the two groups greeted each other nondescriptly at the entrance of Tangzhuang, Master Feng spoke in Hangzhou dialect that was only half-cooked and came from "Hangpu" quickly, showing his professional, somewhat soft voice, leading the conversation. With the three leaders all the way back to the house.

As soon as he entered the backyard, Chen Huoding's small eyes instantly jumped to the biggest ones - under a straw shed, seven or eight grown men, shirtless, surrounded by the case, were playing with a pile of firearms, and there were still standing in the distance. wooden target.

A traverser who was obviously a rookie was practicing his spear on horseback. The crisp sound of the M[-] pistol kept ringing. The teasing Chen Erye was unbearable. Willing to be pulled away.

When he came to the door of the main room, Feng Jun signaled a few people to wait a moment. Not long after he entered, the people at the door were brought into the inner room. After Zhou Tong entered the room, he looked up and saw that sitting alone in the center of the main room was Cao, who had not seen him for many days. gentlemen.

Cao Zhenren's dress today has some characteristics: the upper body is a bright yellow five-dragon colorful embroidered Tang suit, and the lower body is also a pair of bright yellow trousers, sitting on the top seat with a golden sword.Standing on the left and right are CEO Xia and Master Purdue. Seeing the three heads of Pingfengzhai entering the door, Mr. Cao gave a strange laugh, bowed slightly and said, "Master Zhou, are you safe?"

Cao Chuan can't be blamed for pretending to act like this.According to his own temperament, he went out to welcome guests long ago, and then everyone would drink some beer together.

Today's script full of inferior psychological hints was fiddled with by a few people who claim to have profound research on ancient culture. Mr. Cao is only responsible for the performance, and even the subsequent lines are written by others.
According to the spirit of the kick-off meeting, the crossing forces are expected to set sail in the season when the north wind is blowing on the sea after the Mid-autumn Festival, and set sail on the corps of the Dutch to build their first base for crossing the regime.

Now is the fourth month of the lunar calendar, and there are still more than four months before the north wind season. During this time, the travelers must organize a collection and supply channel for personnel and materials.However, no matter what the next step is, the Pingfengzhai gang, which can be called "our own people" to some extent, are the human resources that the company must use now.

This is why Zhou Tong and the two came to Tangzhuang today.

Seeing that several people in the room have finished introducing each other, divided the tea bowls, and sat down.Cao Chuan brewed his emotions, put on a sympathetic expression pack, sighed up to the sky, and then slowly said to Zhou Tong: "Brother Zhou, I'm about to be the emperor."

Rao Shi Zhou Tong had some vague guesses about this aspect before, but at this moment, he was still struck by this simple and unrestrained style.Looking at Cao Chuan, who was sitting on the top seat, with a short dragon jacket on his upper body and about dragon trousers on his lower body, Zhou Tong's lips twitched a few times, but he was speechless.

The script designed by some people is completely stuck here, the force is too strong, and the acting does not know how to cooperate
At this embarrassing moment, Chen Erye, who was sitting idle by the side, suddenly said loudly: "Mr. Heng is not upright, and he didn't want to share wealth and wealth with his brothers. Now he has to make trouble, so he thinks of me waiting. Hmph, I Today, I’m going to talk about it in the head, if you want to go to Hangzhou, the 'Lianzhu Gun' will always assign a rule to the brothers!"

Chen Huoding said the last sentence, his voice was obviously much lower, after sneaking a glance at Cao Chuan, who was at the top, he added in a low voice: "Just now, the short guns of the outside world are also needed, otherwise no one will die. "

When Zhou Tong heard this, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "Shut up! What nonsense!"

After scolding Chen Huoding, Zhou Tong hurriedly handed over to Cao Chuan and said, "The second child is a scumbag and makes strange noises. Sir knows it, don't blame it, don't blame it."

Cao Chuan blinked his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly laughed out loud: "No, no, the second master is straightforward, only if you have a gun, you will be willing to die, haha, haha."

Just after he finished laughing, a gentle voice sounded next to him: "Amitabha, seeing a hundred things is better than seeing them a hundred times. The two leaders are really good-natured people, and they are about to go to Hangzhou City while they are talking."

Chen Huoding didn't notice the sharpness in Feng Jun's words at all, and he didn't care much about what these people were discussing, he still showed his literary talent there: "Ever since ancient times, the emperor is not bad for hungry soldiers, and there is no one who takes advantage of it, um, this Hangzhou is not Good fight."

——Seeing that the second child has cleared his brother's mind for a "magic weapon", Zhou Chu and Chu looked at each other and could only smile bitterly, the original little thought of bargaining has faded away. many.

Talking to this level, Cao Chuan and the others already knew what they knew. It seems that the brothers in the mountains do not reject the organization.

Feeling that the script could go on again, Cao Chuan coughed and looked at Zhou Tong: "After I arrived in Hangzhou, I changed my previous rhetoric and started recruiting troops. Are the brothers saying something?"

Zhou Tong was shocked when he heard the words: "There is no such thing, Mr. is a man of immortals, and he has his own rules and regulations. How can I wait for the wild people to talk about it!"

(End of this chapter)