Practice starts from a small soldier

Chapter 11 Zhang Qi, the Street Slipper, Likes to Stab People
"Zhang Sanlang, how do you want to make money?"

Wang Changxin asked, he was no longer surprised by the nondescript terms that came out of Zhang Qi's mouth from time to time, and even used them himself with great joy.

"Of course the money will come in as quickly as you can get it."

After Zhang Qi chuckled, he cupped his fists at Wang Changxin and said, "Please ask the chief to teach me."

"You boy."

Wang Changxin shook his head and said with a helpless smile: "I don't know how many people in the country are running around all day for food and clothing. It is very difficult to have enough food. It is not easy to make money."

After pondering for a while, he continued: "There are indeed ways to make money, but they are all desperate deals."

"How to say?"

Zhang Qi sat up straight, his eyes sparkling.

In his previous life, he was a rich second generation, lying down and winning.

But in this life, his family was poor and his status was low, so he had to start from scratch.Alas, there is no way, I can't be the second generation of rich, I can only strive to be the father of the second generation of rich.

Wang Changxin stretched out a finger and said, "It's the fastest way to kill people and get more money."

Zhang Qi shook his head: "I'm a good person, so I won't let you go."

Wang Changxin stretched out his second finger, "Having learned martial arts well, and being recruited as a guest by those nobles who are incomparably rich, you are more than rich."

Zhang Qi shook his head again: "Treat someone like a dog, beat him to death."

After taking a deep look at Zhang Qi, Wang Changxin stretched out his third finger, and said, "The treasures of the land of no man, you can get rich if you take it."

"This can be."

Only then did Zhang Qi nod and said, "However, where can I find this unowned treasure in the unowned land?"

"Beimang Mountain."

Wang Changxin pointed to the northeast, and said: "Beimang Mountain is rarely visited by people. It is a land without an owner, but it is rich in natural treasures. There are countless rare and rare treasures. The ginseng in Beiman Mountain is a royal tribute. It is famous all over the world. A plant of ten Old Beimang ginseng is worth a hundred silver. There are also rare and exotic animals in Beimang Mountain, which can make the nobles spend a lot of money."

Hearing this, Zhang Qi couldn't help asking: "Since there are so many treasures in Beiman Mountain, why is no one taking them?"

"It's not that I don't want to, but I can't."

Wang Changxin shook his head and said, "Beimang Mountain is the most dangerous place in the world. There are not only rare treasures, but also countless cannibals. For thousands of years, countless Zhou people and Quanrong people have died in this place." In the Beiman Mountain. The Quanrong people call it the Great Black Devil Mountain, and regard it as an ominous place, and prohibit the tribe from entering the mountain. Our Dazhou also stopped at the border Great Wall and dared not set foot in it."

"I see."

Zhang Qi nodded silently.

No wonder the corporal leader only dared to take him along the foot of Beiman Mountain during the last trip to the grassland, and he didn't dare to enter the mountain at all.

It turns out that there are ghosts in the mountains.

If they meet Quanrong people, they still have a chance to fight.

But if you encounter those ferocious beasts that have been cultivated to become fine in Beiman Mountain, you won't even have a chance to fight hard.

Just like that northern mang tiger.

Just hearing the roar of a tiger from a distance made them run away in embarrassment.

Wang Changxin continued: "Although Beiman Mountain is extremely dangerous, many ginseng pickers risk their lives to enter the mountain every year. As long as they can pick a Beiman ginseng, it is enough to exchange for a year's food and clothing. The ancients said , people die for money, birds die for food."

After Zhang Qi thought for a while, he asked, "When will those ginseng pickers enter the mountain?"

Wang Changxin glanced at Zhang Qi appreciatively. Beimang Mountain was shrouded in fog all the year round, and the internal terrain was extremely complicated, so it was often impossible to get in but unable to get out.

Only those ginseng pickers know how to enter and exit Beiman Mountain safely.

"Zhang Sanlang is a smart man."

Wang Chang sighed in confidence, and said: "Baisha City is the closest city to Beiman Mountain, and it gathers a large number of ginseng collectors. As far as I know, there will be a ginseng picking team from Baisha City every few days. Let's go to Beimang Mountain. As long as you stay outside the city gate, you will be able to see those ginseng collectors."

"understood."

Zhang Qi nodded and began to make preparations for going to the mountains to make money.

Wang Changxin didn't stop him, he knew that Zhang Qi had made up his mind, so it was useless to persuade him.

What he can do is to give Zhang Qi a few days off. Anyway, there is no war on the Great Wall at the border, and no one will care that there is one less soldier here.

By the way, he also lent Zhang Qi a sum of money and thirty arrows.

After everything is ready.

Zhang Qi changed his military uniform and dressed himself as a ranger.

Lobbyists, disciples, assassins, and chivalrous men are the "Four Great Guest" of the Great Zhou Dynasty, especially the wandering chivalrous men. They are the most numerous.

After taking his tiger-head double-section gun and bow and arrow, Zhang Qi, who turned into a street runner, hurriedly left the beacon tower and headed for Baisha City.

After arriving in Baisha City, Zhang Qi bought some necessary supplies first, and then chose to sit on the sidelines and wait outside the gate of Baisha City, squatting from morning to night, and from night to day.

until the third day.

Before dawn, when the cock crowed, the north gate of Baisha City slowly opened.

It didn't take long.

A group of sneaky people came out of the city without a sound.

Seeing this group of people, Zhang Qi, who was stuck outside the city gate, immediately lifted his spirits, and quickly stood up from the ground.After squatting for two days and two nights, the hemorrhoids almost came out of the squat, and I finally got this group of mysterious ginseng collectors.

It's not easy.

Zhang Qi blended in easily without attracting anyone's attention, or in other words, no one cared.

Because, in addition to him, there are some people who joined the team halfway.

Zhang Qi observed secretly.

These ginseng collectors include men, women, young and old, with different shapes.

Zhang Qi even saw an old man on crutches, hunched over and limping.

Good guy, this is too introverted.

Zhang Qi was quite emotional, and after careful observation, he found that although these ginseng collectors formed a team, they kept a considerable distance from each other, their faces were indifferent, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

Traveling together is for safety.

Watch out for each other, also for safety.

"This is human nature..."

When Zhang Qi was feeling silently, suddenly, a palm was placed on his shoulder, which startled him, and when he looked back, he was actually a street sneak who was dressed like himself... Ah no, Ranger.

"I'm Xia Yuzi, the leader of the rangers in Baisha City."

The young ranger, who looks fair and clean, and can show his canine teeth when he smiles, put Zhang Qi's shoulders on his shoulders, and said enthusiastically: "There are currently [-] rangers in our Baisha City, and they are about to form a society to contribute to the great cause. , Your Excellency came just in time..."

Zhang Qi finally understood.

To put it simply, this person in front of him is the leader of more than 100 street sneakers, and he is planning to set up a black society organization in Baisha City, and it is still in the stage of pulling people's heads.

Zhang Qi resolutely refused, and took a few steps to the side by the way.

The ranger named Yuzijia did not give up, and continued to chatter beside him, trying to lure him into his organization.

This scene attracted many ginseng collectors to stare angrily.

Only then did Yuzi shut up.

But not long after, this chatty ranger leaned in front of Zhang Qi again, and said in a low voice, "Brother, where is your sword?"

A ranger without a sword is like eating barbecue without garlic.

It doesn't taste right.

"I don't use a sword."

After being asked three times, Zhang Qi replied, "I use a gun."

"You actually used a gun?"

Yuzi's eyes widened. A ranger with a gun is a fucking heresy.

"What's the problem?"

Zhang Qi glanced at the strange-looking Yu Zijia, and said calmly, "I use a gun instead of a sword because I like stabbing people."

(End of this chapter)