The big bandit in the Red Mansion robbed Lin Daiyu at the beginning

Wang Ziteng waved his hand.

"Uncle San, you're worrying too much! My Wang family has been loyal to the emperor and the country for generations. It's our duty! And this involves Pan'er. As his uncle, how can I sit back and do nothing?"

Hearing the hidden meaning in Wang Ziteng's words, the old man sighed and nodded.

"That's all! In that case, the decision will be made entirely by the Patriarch!"

The others also stood up and saluted Wang Ziteng.

"It's all up to the head of the family!"

Wang Ziteng slowly raised his head and faced the north outside the hall.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips and he nodded.

"Okay! In that case, sending troops to Yangzhou to suppress the bandits will benefit both the country and the people. I will visit the Zhen family later and facilitate the dispatch of troops as soon as possible."

……

In Yangzhou City.

Lin Ruhai first led his men to the so-called Qingfengzhai office.

I saw a young man whose temperament was obviously not suitable for the bandits of Qingfeng Village, writing furiously at his desk.

Just looking at his weak temperament, he is almost the same as the rumored eldest son of the Xue family, Xue Pan.

Lin Ruhai looked at him angrily.

However, he did not take any action to directly approach and talk to them, or ask the people from Qingfeng Village to release Xue Pan.

After all, Zhao Dagou, who is in charge of the office, doesn't seem like someone who is easy to get along with.

Moreover, as an official, Lin Ruhai naturally knew that the King of Hell was belligerent and the little ghosts were difficult to deal with.

He turned his horse around and led his men out of the city gate towards Datong Mountain.

Lin Ruhai, who was anxious, did not realize that every move of their group leaving the city was seen by some people.

In the magistrate's yamen,

After learning that Lin Ruhai had left the city for Qingfeng Village,

Clapping and laughing excitedly.

Looking at Master Qian beside him,

"Master Qian's plan to divert the trouble away is truly brilliant!"

Master Qian bowed modestly.

"Your Excellency, you are so complimentary!"

"Doesn't Lord Lin have connections with Qingfeng Village? If so, then it would be most appropriate to let Lord Lin handle the matter concerning the Xue family's young master!"

As he spoke, Master Qian stroked his mustache, his eyes gleaming with brilliance.

"Until this year's salt tax is fully paid, Lord Lin still doesn't want Qingfeng Village to be confronted by the angry four great families of Jinling!"

"Ok!"

Li Kui nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, a sudden thought struck me, and I looked at Master Qian and asked,

"Master Qian, the Qingfeng Village office is now home to only a few dozen bandits."

"You said, if I suddenly mobilize the troops of the Yangzhou Heya and go to..."

Before he could finish his words, Master Qian was already waving his hands in panic.

"Sir, this is absolutely unacceptable!"

In Li Kui's hesitant eyes, Master Qian said anxiously,

"Sir, let's not talk about the fact that the bandits in Qingfeng Village are all fierce and fearless!"

"Even if we rescued the young master of the Xue family and sent him back to Jinling, he could go back, but your prefectural government office is still in Yangzhou!"

Li Kui's face changed instantly when he heard this, and he patted his head.

"Ah! I was careless! Fortunately, Master Qian reminded me!"

Master Qian felt slightly relieved and secretly despised Li Kui.

He only thought about pleasing the Xue family, but he didn't think about the situation in Qingfeng Village. What's the point of killing just a few dozen bandits?

Nowadays, almost all of Yangzhou is Qingfengzhai’s spies. If the government takes any big action, I’m afraid we won’t be able to gather enough people here.

The people from Qingfeng Village had all run away long ago.

At that time, it will only anger the bandits in Qingfeng Village and make the situation in Yangzhou even more chaotic.

But he waved his hand modestly.

"I am ashamed, but your words are too kind."

……

In Qingfeng Village, Li Qingfeng was in the arsenal in a cave in the back mountain.

He frowned as he played with the crude AK47 in his hand, which was barely put together and fixed with rivets, looking like a knock-off version.

I pulled the bolt twice with all my strength, but found that it was too stiff to pull.

With this thing, not to mention loading bullets on the battlefield, even if you use it to hit someone, it will probably fall apart in just two hits.