Although Bantou Liu usually takes advantage of people from other provinces, he still feels a little unhappy when he thinks that people from other provinces are becoming more and more powerful in Ba County, competing with local people for food, and forcing local porters to almost die.

, thought about it and muttered: "This matter is very serious!"

Wang Jingcheng felt the same and asked in a low voice: "Si Wazi, do you want to save that Gua Wazi?"

"Uncle Wang, if you think about it, Datou often helps your family carry things." Han Xiufeng answered the question, but the meaning was very clear.

"Although that kid's brain is not working very well, he is quite upright, otherwise he wouldn't be shouting about it. One person does the work and the other takes responsibility."

"So I thought about the folks in my hometown and I would like to help if I can."

"The attack was neither light nor serious. He has caused such a big disaster. Now we can't help him if we want to. Whether he can save his life depends on what the master says and what the master decides."

It was about Datou's life. Han Xiufeng was really nervous and asked eagerly: "Uncle Wang, do you think the elder will give Master Gu this face?"

"Human life is at stake. No matter how much Mr. Gu's face is, what will happen?" Leader Liu pointed at the government office and the Taoist Department, and said hurriedly: "In my opinion, this matter depends on the wishes of the tea gang. If the tea gang is

If you don't give in, even if you want to give Mr. Gu some face, you have to do business in a matter-of-fact manner, otherwise the tea gang will definitely sue to the government office. If they fail to sue the government office, they will go to the Taoist platform to sue."

"Uncle Liu, are you saying that Datou is dead?"

"You have to shed your skin even if you don't die." Liu Bantou touched the corner of his nose and said: "Actually, he brought it all on himself. It's just that he didn't do it seriously. If you say that there will be no dead people on the river of death, but he is good, he has a mouth.

He was so unstoppable that he actually took over the whole thing. If he hadn't kept talking nonsense, God knows who killed that short-lived guy from the Tea Gang."

"Think about it. Hundreds of people have taken action. As long as you don't talk nonsense, there is nothing the master can do, and you won't blame everyone!"

Wang Jingcheng said abruptly: "Actually...it doesn't matter if I say it."

Han Xiufeng subconsciously asked: "Uncle Wang, what do you mean?"

"His brain is not working well. Everyone knows that he is a melon boy. Can you believe what melon boy says?" Wang Jingcheng touched his chin and suddenly laughed: "With this excuse, things will be easier to handle. Si boy, hurry up and go."

Find the neighbors who are familiar with the baby and ask them to help testify that the baby's head won't work after being hit on it."

"The authorities are obsessed with it. The authorities are really obsessed with it. Why didn't I think of such a simple thing?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you are serious about protecting the baby, go as soon as possible."

Pan Er, who had never dared to say anything, felt that Han Xiufeng could not leave at this juncture, so he suddenly said: "Fourth brother, how about I go."

"Okay, you can go. The eighth master is at the yamen gate. Go and explain everything clearly to the eighth master."

"I know, I won't make any mistakes."

Seeing Pan Er running towards the yamen gate, Team Leader Liu couldn't help laughing and said: "This kid is quite clever!"

Han Xiufeng looked back and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Liu, he is not a long-term follower like Zhang Biao. His father runs a pawn shop! The young shopkeeper who is Tong Xing from Zouma Gang, do you think he can be clever?"

Bantou Liu reacted: "Is your uncle in charge of the money borrowed from his family?"

"Well, I borrowed it from his family. So he is my long-term follower when there are outsiders, and he is my creditor when there are no outsiders."

"What a hammer! This debt is too tight!"

"You just know."

"This is the county town, not Zomagang. It's not his turn to be arrogant. Fourth son, what if I didn't help you vent your anger?"

"Forget it, it's natural to pay back debts. Who asked my uncle to borrow his family's money?" Han Xiufeng sighed softly, and then changed the topic: "The most urgent task is how to save Datou's life. If it doesn't work, I will go with him.

Let’s talk to the Sichuan gang and see how much money they can raise.”

"To whom?" Wang Jingcheng asked calmly.

"Everyone has to give it. The eldest master has to take care of it, and the tea gang has to ask the guest manager of the Huguang Guild Hall to intercede."

"A bunch of paupers can scrape together a few bucks, so don't bother with that. I just saw you chatting and joking with Zhang Biao. If you have the time, why don't you go play with Zhang Biao for a while and raise big issues intentionally or unintentionally."

Han Xiufeng understood as if he was enlightened, and couldn't help laughing: "As long as he knows that the big head is a melon, and it won't work if he hits the small head, it means that the big boss knows."

"That's what I mean," Wang Jingcheng thought about it and turned around and said, "It's not appropriate for Si Wazi to go. Team Leader Liu, you'd better go tell Zhang Biao."

"That's okay." Team leader Liu, who always followed Wang Jingcheng's lead, responded and walked towards the arresting hall without looking back.

"Everything that needs to be done has been done, now it's time to take care of the master." Wang Jingcheng took out the dry tobacco rod from the room, filled the pipe with cut tobacco, and said in a deep voice: "I know Master Gu, and I will definitely take care of the things that need to be done."

I don't care, I don't care about anything I shouldn't ask. Logically speaking, he won't get involved in this kind of human life lawsuit, but he came as soon as the Sichuan Gang invited him, Si Wazi, don't you think it's a little strange?"

Han Xiufeng murmured: "It's a bit strange to think about it, and he only asked for fifty taels from the Sichuan Gang."

"For us, fifty taels is not a small amount, but for his family, fifty taels is a hammer!"

"Really, his family has a lot of money. When he left office and returned to his hometown, he packed hundreds of boxes in his luggage. I heard that half of the boxes were filled with money!"

"As long as the Sichuan gang asks for fifty taels, it's just a drunkard who doesn't care about the wine."

"Uncle Wang, did you think of something?"

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Gu wants to use the Sichuan tea gang to vent his anger on the local gentry."

The more Han Xiufeng listened, the more confused he became, and said with a grimace, "I still don't understand."

Wang Jingcheng made more and more sense, and couldn't help but smile: "There are many gentry in the city, but which one can treat people as kindly as Mr. Gu? He really doesn't distinguish between high and low, he is always smiling. What trouble will those poor guys from the Lianchuan Gang encounter?"

All I could think of was to beg him. He was also very charitable. I had only been back to my hometown for a few years, but he had already opened a porridge factory five or six times."

"..."

Seeing Han Xiufeng's confused look, Wang Jingcheng continued: "Let's put it this way, among the gentry in Ba County and even Chongqing Prefecture, Mr. Gu is not the highest grade, but he has the most resounding name.

If something happens, no matter whether it is our county magistrate or the governor, even the governor, he is the first person who thinks of him."

"Head of the Gentlemen!"

"Yes, Mr. Gu is now the head of the gentry, so he naturally speaks for the local gentry. But a few days ago, when the government was on patrol, he praised the eight provinces for helping the local gentry in front of so many local gentry. What did he say about investigating a port in Chongqing? In fact,

The merchants from the eight provinces founded the foundation, and any local righteous deeds are the only ones that rely on the eight provinces!"

Han Xiufeng came to his senses and murmured: "Why would the government say this? What place does this leave for the local gentry?"

"Whether it's the government office or the man who just took office in our county government, he not only said a lot of praise for the eight provinces, but also did a lot of things."

"What's the matter?"

"You really don't know or you don't know?"

Han Xiufeng raised his head and said, "I don't know. I was traveling to attend my uncle's funeral a few days ago, and when I came back, I was busy going to the capital to make a confession. Uncle Wang, what did you do?"

Only then did Wang Jingcheng remember that he was busy with one or two things these days, so he simply introduced: "Aren't there more and more merchants from other provinces coming to us? There are not only Beijing coins on the market, but also coins made by various provinces, and even private coins.

The same goes for counterfeit money. All kinds of low-quality private money and low-tide silver are rampant, making it impossible for merchants to do business."

"It's not like this only happens in a day or two. Besides, isn't there a bank?"

"There are money banks, and there are more than one, but the chiefs of the eight provincial guild halls said that the money banks were unfair, so they persuaded the great master to set up an 'Assessor's Bureau', and also planned to set up branches in Hanzhen and Wanyi.

It is useless to talk about the fairness of the public assessment, and it is useless to hope that the silver will be low, and the private coinage will be cut off, which will be of great benefit to merchants. According to the proposed charter, the main members of the public assessment bureau are the customer chiefs of the eight provinces."

Han Xiufeng couldn't believe this was true and exclaimed: "This... this is too overbearing. Once this Bureau of Assessment and Assessment is established, whoever wants to use money in the future will have to send it to them for valuation.

I don’t know how they will estimate it!”

"But they managed to get it done. They also invited Mr. Gu and other local gentry to the public discussion. The local gentry did not agree, but the eldest lord has spoken. So what if he doesn't agree." Wang Jingcheng paused and continued.

: "There's something else you probably don't know. Mr. Gu and other local gentry are planning to revise the Ba County Chronicle and Chongqing Prefectural Chronicle, but it costs money to revise the Chronicle, so they went to the eight provincial guest chiefs. As a result, you know what the eight provincial guest chiefs are?

explain?"

"What did they say?"

"They said it was a local matter. They were all foreigners. Without this money, their ambitions would not be fulfilled. In short, whether they set up a charity hall or donated money to buy land and build a righteous farm, it was all for their own benefit.
Chapter completed!