Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

The newly acquired empty stone was completely empty, perfect for storing grain.

Tang Wen's spiritual power probed inside, revealing a space comparable to a three-story building.

Using it as a granary seemed a bit small.

But grain storage requires volume.

The space of a three-story building, roughly calculated, is about a thousand cubic meters.

And the main grain of the Northwest, millet, is about one large vat per cubic meter, filled with about fifteen hundred pounds.

If it could really fill the empty stone, it would require more than one and a half million pounds.

Although it can't compare with the grain depot of millions of tons in Tang Wen's previous life,

It is enough for the Flame Camp to eat for more than a year.

During the flight, Hu Qi asked suspiciously: "Now you have robbed the Huang family's granary.

Looking back at the time, the Huang family will definitely think you did it.

They will naturally realize that you care about that small camp in the north.

Aren't you afraid that the Huang family will see this point of yours?"

Tang Wen nodded: "Of course I'm afraid, so I have to think of a clever way."

"What way?"

"Haven't thought of it yet."

Hu Qi: "..."

Three white tigers galloped all the way.

Heading southeast.

According to the map, there are several Huang family's production camps there.

Not long after.

A patch of black dots appeared on the distant horizon.

As the distance narrowed, each black dot was a piece of farmland.

Green rice seedlings grew in the fields.

In the middle of the large and small farmlands, there was a lake covering several miles.

The lake water flowed into the surrounding farmlands through crisscrossing canals.

Even though it was the off-season winter, people could still be seen everywhere in the fields, coming to weed.

After Tang Wen became invisible, he landed with the white tiger, looking at the working farmers.

They were sallow and emaciated, and their spirits were still high, but when a gust of wind blew, their worn-out and thin clothes could not resist, and they shivered.

Hu Qi's spiritual power detected the surroundings, and led Tang Wen to the entrance of a cave.

In the sheltered area in front of the cave entrance, several guards drank hot tea, shouting and shaking the dice.

The leader was a Transcendent.

Using a Transcendent to guard a granary that is usually uneventful shows how much they value it.

Along the mountain road, he came to the back door of the granary, where several guards were dozing around the stove.

With the invisibility technique, Tang Wen sneaked into the cave.

Whoa!

As soon as he entered the door, he was surprised.

Towering stone walls formed round pillars.

Looking up, it was five meters upwards.

Inside the pillars, millet was piled up like a mountain, with the tops pointing.

Was the entire mountain hollowed out?

Tang Wen stepped inside.

One, two... he counted to seventy, but it wasn't over yet.

He stopped and approached a small house that suddenly appeared in front of the mountain wall.

"How many taels of silver did you get this time?" A greasy voice sounded.

"How many times have I told you! Don't pry into things, take your share! If you don't want to die, mind your own business!" Another man's voice was cold.

Footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged man pushed the door open and walked out.

He was dressed in black, and his whole body was neat and tidy.

It seemed that he should be the manager of the granary.

Intuition told Tang Wen that this was the man with the cold voice.

After a while, another man swayed out slowly.

Standing at the door, looking at the countless grains, he muttered in a low voice: "I only got three taels of silver for doing it once! But I have to take thousands of pounds of grain from the granary I'm responsible for."

Then, there were all kinds of cursing words.

Tang Wen followed him away and saw him gambling and playing with women.

He returned home late at night, and his wife complained that the money he brought back was getting less and less, and the family hadn't seen any meat for several days, and his son was still learning martial arts.

The man was annoyed when he heard this, and slapped the woman twice, and the room became quiet.

Then, the white tiger followed the smell and brought Tang Wen to another rather exquisite independent courtyard.

This was the home of the cold-voiced granary manager.

Occasionally, there were sounds from the courtyard, but when he looked up, the windows around him were dark.

Before Tang Wen approached, the dog in the courtyard barked wildly.

It sounded like a low-level alien beast, the sound of a patrol dog.

He moved forward invisibly and reached the third floor.

The room was brightly lit with candles.

In front of the purple-red round table, three men and three women were drinking and talking, and occasionally there was a woman's pretentious laughter.

Tang Wen listened for a while and understood what they were doing.

The identities of these three people were: one was the granary's storekeeper, checking the granary and taking inventory, within his scope of duties, he was the man with the cold voice.

The person in the middle was the commander of the guards at the back door of the granary.

He had the level of a second-class martial artist.

The other person was a businessman, and he kept talking about rice prices, meat prices, and grain prices:

"The camp next door is doing even bigger than us! The guard leader over there used to be just a rogue on the roadside compared to you two! As a result, this year, taking advantage of the soaring grain prices, he has already married five concubines! Five concubines! One of them is still an aunt and niece, so beautiful, I almost couldn't walk when I saw them."

Tang Wen became interested in the camp next door, noted down the appearance of a few people, and took the white tiger to a camp hundreds of miles away.

Here, there were also endless fields.

But there were no mountains, and the granary was a house built of bricks and stones, concentrated in several large courtyards, surrounded by high walls.

On the granary door, a white paper with red characters was sealed with the words [Granary is an important place, unauthorized opening will result in death].

The white tigers yawned boredly.

Tang Wen didn't have time to investigate one by one.

Looking down from the air, he saw the three courtyards with the largest area in the camp, and instantly teleported over.

The one on the left had twenty or thirty rooms of various sizes, with the lights off.

People patrolled from time to time in the middle of the night.

In the middle, there were lights shining, and the old master hugged his beautiful wives and concubines, watching songs and dances, drinking and having fun.

The scene cannot be described.

Tang Wen couldn't help but look at it with critical eyes for a quarter of an hour.

It's not that he didn't want to watch more, mainly because the owner only performed for a quarter of an hour, and then showed the expression of "boring", "you women, don't touch me".

The courtyard on the right was pitch black, and black dead grass squeezed out of the brick cracks on the ground, only the gatehouse was still lit with a dim lamp.

It looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.

Tang Wen landed in the middle courtyard.

The man drove away the accompanying women, and a strong sense of exhaustion appeared on his old face.

After drinking a cup of tiger bone wine, he wrapped his robe tightly and went into the inner room to sleep.

This was an old and frail veteran Transcendent.

He had been injured by alcohol and lust for many years, and it was hard to say how much combat power was left.

This was the right target.

In an instant, darkness deeper than the night enveloped the bedroom where he was.

Tang Wen didn't waste any words, and came up with a set of five consecutive mental whips.

Five mental lashes.

Directly whipped the opponent from the bed to the ground!

The old Transcendent struggled on the ground, arching his body desperately like a dying fish out of water.

Tang Wen twitched his mouth: this guy, he overestimated him, don't die!

But the old guy couldn't recover for a long time, and he was about to roll his eyes.

Tang Wen had no choice but to take out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

After a long while, the other party recovered and saved his life.

"I ask, you answer."

"Understood." His voice was weak and desperate, but there was no nonsense.

Facing a ruthless person who came up and killed himself, and then saved him, he really couldn't resist.

The experience just now was the closest he had ever been to death in his life.

"How much grain have you stolen over the years?"

"Too much, over two million pounds."

Tang Wen was shocked: "Where are the account books?"

Those who make black money keep accounts.

Especially who the partners are, how much they are divided, who the superiors are, and how much they are honored, they remember it clearly.

After some twists and turns, Tang Wen found a dozen account books in the interlayer of the rice vat in his kitchen.

They were just pieces of kraft paper.

The paper was densely written with crooked small characters, recording the transactions of them stealing grain from the granary over the years.

After reading it roughly.

Tang Wen understood that the high-level officials of this camp had long been rotten.

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Whoosh!

A cup of cold tea was poured on the old Transcendent's head.

Waking him up.

He was in a daze for a while, feeling the killing intent in the darkness, his heart trembled: it's over!

Someone must have fallen and implicated himself!

Until now, he still thought that Tang Wen was sent by the Huang family's high-level to check the accounts.

It was normal for him to think so, if it wasn't someone sent by the Huang family, who would be interested in their black accounts?

Not to mention that no one has dared to provoke the Huang family for many years.

Even if the outside enemies come to find trouble with the family, it is also a debt with a head and a master, what are you doing to find him, a granary keeper?

He plays with human relationships, not fighting and killing.

He can't find him to take revenge!

"Sir, please spare my grandson for the sake of my serving the family for so many years! He is a good seedling of our Huang family!"

"It depends on your performance." Tang Wen knew he had misunderstood and a smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

Huh?

The old Transcendent was slightly relieved, and without thinking too much, he carefully asked:

"Sir, what are your orders?"

"How much do you know about the granary manager on the mountain next door?"

"That group of people is just as black!" The old Transcendent blurted out.

Pitting accomplices has been considered a meritorious service since ancient times.

The old Transcendent's spirit was lifted, and he seemed to realize that he still had a glimmer of hope, and he began to talk endlessly.

It turned out that the camp on the mountain where the granary was located was called Shishui Camp.

And here, it's called Pingtian Camp.

The advantage of Shishui Camp in growing crops is that there is a lake, there is poultry breeding, and manure can be used to fertilize the fields.

Their millet production is very good.

The so-called relying on the mountain to eat the mountain, and relying on the granary to eat the granary.

Storing a large amount of millet has always been a problem.

Not to mention how to match the new grain and old grain out of the warehouse, just preventing rat damage and preventing alien beasts from stealing grain is enough to give people a headache.

Daily storage of grain, drying grain, going in and out, the loss of grain is not small.

This loss is where the oil and water are.

The Shishui Camp next door stores millions of pounds of millet.

The daily loss is enough for a family of ten to eat for a year.

According to the old Transcendent.

The high-level officials of the family don't care about this, how much the loss is reported is how much, and they rarely doubt it.

Shishui Camp sells rice privately every day, mainly a small stream.

And their Pingtian Camp is even more ruthless!

There are no mountains around Pingtian Camp.

Unable to hollow out the mountainside to store grain, the granary built on the plain is extremely strong.

On the ground, even a cement-like technology is used to pave the ground.

The granary is built so that it doesn't leak a drop.

The loss is surprisingly small!

In addition, in the camp, there are families who are good at taming slender-waisted Dian dogs. Although this dog is a low-level alien beast, it is good at early warning and catching rats.

In this way, even the theft of grain by alien beasts rarely happens.

Where can Pingtian Camp still have any oil and water to make?

Also managing grain-producing camps, others eat delicious food and drink spicy food, do they eat chaff and wild vegetables?

Is it possible?

Fortunately, as long as the mind does not slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

After investigation, they found that although planting grain on the plains is good, in winter, the weather is dry and it is easy to catch fire.

In addition, the surrounding area is farmland, with no shelter.

Once a fire breaks out at night, if it is not discovered in time, it will often brew a continuous fire.

So, every two or three years, a fire will break out near the granary of the camp.

Then, coincidentally, several granaries were burned down.

The loss of a minimum of 100,000 pounds and a maximum of 200,000 to 300,000 pounds of millet was produced in this way.

In addition, the granary is a high-standard building.

Rebuilding the granary requires another sum of money and grain!

In this way, the high-level officials of Pingtian Camp have lived a good life.

Tang Wen listened and nodded secretly, and the killing intent in his heart disappeared.

Looking at the old man, he was very satisfied.

The more such cadres the Huang family has, the better!

He even hoped that this old Transcendent would open a training class for the Huang family's backbone to train them well.

How can such talents be killed?

After the old Transcendent finished speaking, his mouth was dry and he waited expectantly for Tang Wen's trial.

The reason why he explained so clearly.

First, Tang Wen came up with a killer and scared him.

Secondly, he knew that the family's experts would come down to investigate and would not come without a heart-questioning stone.

He had seen the mental torture before using the heart-questioning stone, and even a man of iron could not bear it.

He was old and knew himself.

Knowing that he couldn't bear it, it was better to be honest.

In this way, even if the expert in front of him didn't believe it.

If he moved the heart-questioning stone and asked a few questions, and heard that his answers were consistent before and after, he would know that he was not lying.

He could also suffer less crime.

While he was waiting anxiously, Tang Wen weighed his tone and asked: "If I want to secretly take away millions of pounds of grain from the camp next door, what can I do to ensure that the family does not mobilize troops to investigate?"

"What?!"

The old Transcendent blurted out, his eyes full of shock.

Shocked at Tang Wen's question.

Also shocked at the number he said.

But after all, he was an old Jianghu who stole grain in the camp, and he quickly reacted: what?

Isn't the person who visited late at night a high-level member of his own family?

Then who is he?

After a little thought, he couldn't help but tremble and panic.

Stealing grain and betraying the family are two different things.

Stealing grain is nothing more than his own death, and his descendants can survive.

But betraying the family?

The Huang family's rules for traitors do not allow for any discussion.

Tang Wen saw his struggle clearly.

He took out the token he had previously searched from Huang Shilang's mother and pressed it hard on the face of the old Transcendent in front of him.

An inverted yellow character was imprinted on the old face.

The man reached out and touched it, reassured.

As expected, it was someone from the family's higher-ups.

Understood!

He understood: it turned out that a higher-up in the family wanted to make some extra money on the side.

That's more like it!

As expected of someone from the family, although they don't understand matters of grain, they came directly to me.

Letting an old hand like myself come up with a solution, truly brilliant.

Tang Wen saw the change in his expression and spoke up in a timely manner, "You have to think carefully, if something goes wrong, you'll be the scapegoat."

The old Transcendent was not surprised but delighted upon hearing this: "And if, nothing goes wrong?"

"Hehe, if it's done cleanly, then consider me as never having been here today."

"Sir, this matter is simple, just make a few people disappear."

Tang Wen smiled slightly, the solution has arrived!

"Explain in detail."