Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

It was a pitch-black rainy night, with torrential rain, lightning, and thunder.

"Why did we have to send this thing over in this awful weather? It's so heavy, it was exhausting to carry it onto the boat."

"Exactly! We finally managed to finish it, and then we had to deliver it. It's really exhausting!"

"Yes, and why are there so many ropes and stones on the boat? It's a bit too crowded, isn't it, Left Envoy Yang?"

"Left Envoy Yang, please increase the wages a bit. It's late at night, and the hard work you've put in along the way is worth a lot."

"Quiet down, everyone. Once you've delivered the goods, I'll give you extra money personally!"

Yang Batong felt a little angry looking at the chattering craftsmen.

Do you guys really like money that much? You should know that some money isn't something just anyone can have!

“Left Envoy Yang, you can’t blame everyone for this. Think about it, this stone tablet, from the beginning to the end, you made everyone revise it so many times. And now that it’s finished, you don’t even inspect it. Instead, you make everyone accompany you to deliver it. They should at least earn some money for all the hard work they did along the way.”

The foreman was also in the delivery team, and he explained to Yang Batong:

"It's not that we absolutely have to ask the cult for money, but the cult leader has changed his mind many times. Think about how much time we've spent on this job, how much material we've wasted? Our families are waiting for us to go back this time so we can improve our lives!"

“I understand, and the leader understands too. Now hurry up and follow me to transport the goods. As long as we get this to the destination, you can leave.”

Yang Batong hid his face under his straw hat, and in the pitch-black rainy night, his expression was completely obscured.

"Alright, everyone, give it your all, go faster!"

The group struggled through the rainy night, and finally arrived at their destination—a large tree at the entrance of Shijie Village at the foot of Liangshan Mountain.

"Let's get started. Dig a hole, bury this thing, and then we can go back."

Yang Batong signaled everyone to make a move.

"Left Envoy Yang, do we have to do the digging of this pit too?"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and with the darkness and slippery roads, the craftsmen were becoming increasingly reluctant to work.

"Get started, stop dawdling. This is the last hurdle. Once it's done, leave immediately."

Yang Batong looked at everyone and gave the order.

"Dig! Dig!"

The foreman signaled everyone to take shovels and get off the boat. Although the craftsmen grumbled and complained, they had no choice but to get off the boat and then laboriously carried the stone tablet off the boat and began digging a hole in the ground.

Fortunately, the soil was soft due to the heavy rain, and the pit was dug quickly. Everyone worked together to half-bury the stone tablet and fill it in. Just as they were about to turn around and return to the boat, a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, and the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air could be heard in the rain!

"Puff puff……"

Yang Batong stood on the boat, his hands still in a throwing motion. Each of the craftsmen who dug the pit had a throwing knife stuck in their neck! Their bodies stiffened for a moment, then slowly slumped to the ground!

Among the Ming Cult's flying knife masters, besides Du Wei, there is also Yang Batong!

“Yang, Yang Zuo, Shi…”

The foreman clutched his neck, looking at Yang Batong with disbelief.

"Don't blame me for following the leader's orders."

Looking at the incredulous expression on the foreman's face, Yang Batong slowly uttered these words.

After everyone fell to the ground, Yang Batong went down with his broadsword and stabbed each person once more before carrying them back to the boat one by one.

As for the bloodstains left on the ground, don't be ridiculous. With this torrential rain, there won't be any trace left by tomorrow morning!

After all the bodies were moved, Yang Batong rowed away in his boat. Every short distance, he tied stones to the feet of the bodies with hemp rope and then threw them into the water.

Yang Batong remained expressionless as he watched the corpses sink into the water.

You died for the great cause of the Ming Cult, and the Ming Cult will never forget you.

……

The rain poured down all day, and it only subsided slightly the next morning.

Shijie Village.

As one of the villages under Liangshan's rule, this place has changed from a poor fishing village since the founder of the Liangshan Navy came here. Every household has built a new house, and even a private school has been renovated.

Although many families' children served as soldiers in Liangshan Water Village, there were still quite a few people living in the village, especially some elderly people.

They are protecting the roots of Liangshan.

"The rain still hasn't stopped."

The old village chief of Shijie Village got up early as usual today. Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, he couldn't help but shake his head. He was preparing to make breakfast when suddenly someone braved the heavy rain and rushed into his yard.

"Village chief! Village chief! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

"Da Niu, what's the rush? It's raining heavily, watch your step!"

The old village chief looked at the person who rushed in; it was a young man from their village.

"Village chief, you should go to the village entrance quickly! This morning, something was washed out from under that big tree at the village entrance! Uncle Lao Gen said that it has all sorts of beautiful carvings on it, and they're all characters!"

Da Niu shouted at the village chief.

"Under the tree at the village entrance?"

The village chief came out in surprise, putting on a raincoat and straw hat for himself and giving a set to Da Niu as well.

"How could that be? There's nothing under that tree at the village entrance. I've lived in this village for so many years and I've never heard of it."

"You should go and take a look! Uncle Lao Gen said this might be a blessing from heaven for our village!"

The old village chief followed Da Niu toward the village entrance, where a number of early-rising villagers had already gathered. Seeing the village chief arrive, everyone made way for him.

"Village chief, look! Isn't this an auspicious sign? Heaven has blessed our village!"

The old village chief looked and sure enough, under the old tree, there was a stone tablet that had been washed out halfway, with the other half buried in the soil. After the soil on the stone tablet was washed away by the rain, some characters could be seen on it, but they did not seem to be the characters commonly used today.

"Village chief, what does it say? Is it an auspicious omen?"

A villager asked.

“Da Niu, go and invite the teacher from our village’s private school to take a look. I can’t understand this character either.”

The village chief said he was powerless to help, as he truly couldn't understand what was written on the stone tablet.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Da Niu hurriedly ran to the village schoolteacher's residence. My God, if it really is an auspicious omen, will the village prosper from now on?

Before long, the village schoolteacher arrived with an umbrella. After meeting with the village chief and others, he went up to examine the text.

"Well, sir, what does it say here?"

The old village chief asked.

“This might be the small seal script from the Qin Dynasty. I don’t understand it very well either. I can only make out that it’s something about a star descending to earth. Village chief, tell the chief of the village about this immediately and have them come over. Mr. Wen and the others will definitely be able to understand it.”

"Now, let's protect this stone tablet first."

The schoolteacher shook his head. He didn't know much about the ancient characters, but he believed that Mr. Wen from the village would definitely know what was written on them!

"Alright, I'll send someone to inform the chieftain. Everyone, please don't spread this around yet! Let's wait for the chieftain to arrive before we see what this is!"

Seeing the schoolteacher's serious expression, the old village chief immediately understood that this stone tablet was probably of extraordinary significance, and whether it would bring good or bad fortune to their Shijie Village was truly hard to say...