The port of Tieshan has become pitch black. It is almost seven or eight o'clock at this time. The sharp sea breeze blows, and everyone's collars on the port are clattering, and some even shrink their necks straight.

However, the few people standing in front had different faces, especially Zhao Cheng, whose faces became particularly ugly. He had just hit Mao Jue, and then I came, saying that it was a strong dragon that would not fight the local snake, but there was also the saying that the little arm could not twist the thigh. Even if the forces in the local area were mixed, he was just a small ministry after all. If Mao Wenlong really wanted to get along with him, he would have no way.

Now the white-faced scholar has a little regret. He shouldn’t have been forced to fight Mao Jue just now. The handsome young man is a new official. So what if he takes out 10,000 acres of arable land as a meeting gift?

Now let’s see how Mao Jue said in front of Mao Shuai in a while.

Standing in front with his arms in his arms, Mao Jue's heart was quite complicated. It was a bit difficult to ask him to really treat Mao Wenlong as his father. After all, by chance, the sense of belonging was too low. But when he needed it, Mao Wenlong really appeared, which was indeed heartwarming.

In this thought, the sound of paddling became louder and louder. A medium-sized thousand-stock ship slowly leaned on the shore. Then more than a dozen personal soldiers ran down first and led several under his command. Mao Jue took the lead in holding his helmet and knelt down, raised his voice to pay homage.

"The last generals will help the Tieshan people pay their respects to the commander!"

"stand up!"

He walked down slowly while holding the boat ladder. Mao Wenlong actually laughed happily and hooked his hands up at Mao Jue.

"You, my father and son, don't have so many vain rituals? Come up and come to the eldest father, I haven't seen you for a while. I didn't expect my son to become a character!"

"You guys get up too."

"Thank you Mao Shuai!"

I really don’t know why Mao Wenlong was so excited. Mao Jue walked two more steps to his side, lowered his eyebrows and called him Father-Ship. He slapped him on the shoulder. Mao Wenlong looked at him with satisfaction and then moved his head to the generals in Dongjiang, but his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"How did my son guard Dongjiang recently? How could he do evil and unruly people?"

Now, Zhao Cheng's white-faced scholar's face, who was holding his fists and bowing his head, became nervous, and Tian Tao next to him showed a little excitement. However, Mao Jue hugged his fists calmly.

"When I returned to my father and commander, thanks to the strong help of several generals, I defeated Jiannu. Now the iron mountain is as stable as Mount Tai."

"Oh? That's good."

Zhao Cheng's heart seemed to fall into his stomach again. He hurriedly reached out to ask for help in front of him, and bowed his head respectfully.

"Master Shuai, come to our Tieshan. All the generals in Tieshan cheered and cheered. The last general has set up a banquet at Shili Pavilion. Please also ask Master Shuai to admire his face!"

"No need for a banquet!"

With a slap up, Mao Wenlong simply rejected: "I don't need to be busy with military affairs in the banquet. This time I come here to see my incompetent dog. Please step back! My son, come with me!"

Seeing Mao Wenlong turn around and get on the boat again, He Momo Zhao Cheng and Tian Tao have their eyes flashed again. This ginseng general is really favored. Mao Shuai was tossing for so much of the night, but Mao Jue didn't think too much about it, and followed Mao Wenlong on the boat again.

"Good boy! The good things you did are still hidden from yours!"

As soon as he entered the cabin, Mao Wenlong suddenly burst into laughter and slapped Mao Jue's shoulder like a lunatic, scaring him so much that he almost shivered on the threshold. What a shock? He reached out to close the door, and Mao Jue clasped his fists depressedly.

"Father, son, have you caused some trouble again?"

"If you kid had caused me more trouble before, you would have made him fucking me!" With a thick slap, Mao Wenlong sat on the chair with a loud smile, pointing at Mao Jue with a finger and laughing.

"To this day, you still want to hide it from me? Let me ask you, a few days ago, did you ask the Zeng man who was surnamed Zeng to traffic in Jiangnan? Good boy, such a thing was sold for 66,666 taels. Thinking back then, your father and I took back Jinzhou City with more than 30 brothers, the court only rewarded 3,000 taels of silver. You have earned all the money you have worked for so long! Your Beiyang Mirror has also made you a lot of limelight in Jiangnan."

Unlike other traditional scholars and officials, Mao Wenlong was rebellious since childhood, and liked martial arts but not literary. Other families regarded business as a low-key business and were ashamed to withdraw money, but he was very straightforward and unconcealed.

Mao Jue was also happy and asked quickly, "Brother Qian Zeng has returned to Pi Island?"

"Well, I have made a note for him, and asked his boat to come to Tieshan directly and pull all your things over! The mirror you gave him, are there?"

It was time to get back the money when it was short of money, and it was also a good thing for Mao Wenlong to ask for things from him. Mao Jue nodded hurriedly.

"There are two or three sides in Suyi. If the father and the commander want it, I will go back and turn on the furnace!"

"Two or three sides are enough, and don't make too many mirrors for you. One or two sides a year are enough. You have to be careful about Qian Zeng. These Jiangnan guys are full of bad intentions."

Mao Wenlong was not polite to him. He nodded in the mirror of more than 100,000 taels and was about to pass. He also reminded Mao Jue, but things are rare, so Mao Jue was naturally relieved. He suppressed his joy and nodded quickly.

"Send someone to get it now!"

"Don't be busy, this time you cut off more than thirty Jiannu heads and people will get them together!"

While stroking his beard, Mao Wenlong nodded with satisfaction on his face, but he scolded Mao Jue.

"You did a good job in this matter. You have made great achievements in Tieshan and made military achievements. These days, the poor censors behind Yuan Manzi are attacking our Dongjiang army for labor and waived their wages. They are futile and impeached you to get an official too quickly. Even the emperor seems to regret it. Now, these leaders just block their mouths."

"But so are you. You are the only incense in our Mao family. How can you personally rush to the front line? If you are unfilial, you will have three no descendants. After all, how can you explain your father to the ancestors of the Mao family?"

"This is a waste of money, I won't be there next time!"

Is this considered concern? It made Mao Jue's heart warm again and he answered with his fists.

After talking about some trivial matters, Wen Meng quickly took the head and the mirror together, but did not look at it. He ordered the old servant to accept it. Finally, Mao Wenlong took out another official document and threw it to him.

"I won't give you the money to you for now. Without Lushun, the expenses of Dongjiang towns will be very high. This time I will give you 20,000 s of grain. I will also send it with the boat. If you have time to go back and see it, your aunt has been talking about you many times recently."

"Also remember, don't take risks for me!"

At Mao Wenlong's fingers that were raised, Mao Jue bowed with a warmer smile.

"Don't worry, father and coach, my son has recorded it!"

"You boy!"

Maybe I heard the excuse in Mao Jue's words, maybe I guessed that this kid had become completely different. Mao Wenlong shook his head, but this time he didn't say anything more and waved his hand.

"Okay, I'm back! Just be careful."

"Son, please follow the order."

He came and went in a hurry. The big ship shook and disappeared again under the night. However, Mao Jue's mouth, standing at the port, was curled upwards. Mao Wenlong's trip solved three problems in a row, including silver, food and place! And that caring attitude vaguely made Mao Jue feel warm again.

"Master General!"

With the cold wind blowing aside, Su Changmei, the fat man, kept shrinking his neck until the boat left, and the guy couldn't help but hug Mao Jue with his fists and asked with a little complaint.

"Just just now, Mao Shuai asked why he didn't take the opportunity to take down that guy Zhao Cheng? If we get rid of him, our power in Tieshan will be greatly improved!"

This fat man was quite complaining about Mao Jue, but after all, he was under Mao Jue's command. Since he had already had a grudge with Zhao Cheng, he naturally had to try every means to fight this guy to death.

However, listening to his question, Mao Jue suddenly felt a hint of coldness on his face, and hummed with disdain.

"He is my subordinate. If you want to deal with him, I will do it myself. I am not a child, so I still have to sue the parents?"

It is said that the protagonist has the aura of a turtle. At this moment, Mao Jue actually hung a protagonist's halo. Looking at his confident appearance, Fatty Su was stunned, and then he nodded his head with some thought.

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The next morning, the military port of Tieshan became noisy again. The grain ships from Pi Island were transported to Tieshan like crucian carp crossing the river. In it, three shaking Jiangnan-style big-bellied blessed ships were swaying like ducks, making them particularly eye-catching.

Two more slutty maids were in front of them, scattering petals. In just two steps, four beauties had to carry the sedan chairs down. The servant layed a red stall on the ground. Qian Zeng, the young master of kidney deficiency, opened the folding fan with a snap, shaking the handsome word and jumped down, pretending to shake his head and yell at the Dongjiang sergeant who had already been waiting there.

"I am a friend of General Ru Tieshan Ginseng kowtow to pray to the boss, so I won't inform you quickly..."

"Oh, Brother Qian, Mao really misses you so much!"

Before he could finish his words, Mao Jue, in armor in the crowd, rushed out like an iron man, and went up to hug this guy, the iron lumps in the cotton armor, and the strength he had been training in the army recently, this armed force almost strangled Qian Zeng's eyes.

"Maomao, Brother Mao, tight, tight! Gasp...gasp...can't pant..."

"Oh? Why is Brother Qian's face so ugly! Oh, Brother Qian, don't be dizzy! Come on, come on, come on!"
Chapter completed!