Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Zheng Qian, you're not buying horses anymore?"

Zhang Xinghai acted as if nothing had happened and began discussing the deal.

"Are you willing to sell it?"

"Nonsense, what kind of merchant doesn't do business?"

Zhang Xinghai waved his hand and said, "Bring over the four mules that Zheng Qian just selected."

Manager Chen quickly ran into the herd of horses, led out four mules, and walked behind Zhang Xinghai with his head bowed and a smile on his face.

Snapped.

A large bag was swung at him, and Zhang Xinghai cursed, "Laugh at your father, what are you laughing at?"

He wiped the horse manure off Steward Chen with both hands, then snatched the horse rope and handed it to Zheng Qian.

"Father, I'll be going back in a couple of days. If you go to Yancheng, you must come and see me. I live at No. 81 Wutong Street."

Zheng Qian didn't take the reins. "Chairman Zhang, how much?"

“Dad, what your son is giving you is filial piety. You give your son care. This is a transaction of filial piety and care, and it has nothing to do with money.”

That's insane, he really is insane.

"Thank you, Chairman Zhang. Goodbye."

With a bow, Zheng Qian took the reins and headed out, not wanting to stay there for even a second longer.

Although Zhang Xinghai is mentally unstable, he should still be given basic respect.

After Zheng Qian walked away, Zhang Xinghai turned around and shouted at the group of bewildered people.

"What are you looking at, you idiot? Pick up the knife, pick up the knife."

Walking down the street, Zheng Qian felt like he was in a dream today.

Normally, a mule worth one tael would sell for sixty taels, but he encountered Zhang Xinghai who was on the run. After a fight, he realized that the famous Zhang Xinghai was a lunatic. He kept calling him "father," and when he was lucid, he called him "Zheng Qian." He even gave him the horse he wasn't selling.

It's a sin that a mentally ill person can become the president.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves came from the street. Three horses galloped wildly down the street, and pedestrians scrambled to avoid them. Some even knocked over stalls on both sides of the street, and a quarrel broke out.

The man who arrived was Qin Yong. Upon seeing Zheng Qian from afar, he pulled on the reins and slammed on the brakes, then jumped off his horse and asked with concern, "Brother, are you alright?"

Zheng Qian was touched. Qin Yong's tired eyes were full of concern, and he was still wearing white pajamas.

He arrested Zhang Xinghai last night, but he didn't retreat even when the night watchman struck.

"Brother Qin, I'm fine, what's wrong with you?"

“I heard from my men that you were trapped in Cao Gang’s camp and they couldn’t go to rescue you, so they came to me. I rushed over as soon as I heard that.”

Zheng Qian nodded and whispered, "Brother Qin, you know he's in Cao's gang, right? Why did you stop after you'd already fought him?"

This is what Zheng Qian can't understand: they've been fighting for so long, and there hasn't been a single official appearing.

What does this mean? It means that everyone knows Zhang Xinghai is part of Cao's gang.

They must be hiding from something, that's why they're not showing up.

Only Qin Yong, who cared about him, came to rescue him in his pajamas.

The three people behind him were also wearing white pajamas, none of them were wearing official robes, indicating that Qin Yong was also hiding from Zhang Xinghai.

The government officials were all avoiding him. Qin Yong led a group to rescue him without wearing official robes, which meant he was acting on his own. He wasn't the military governor of Changwu; he was Qin Yong.

This is interesting. Qin Yong looked around and whispered, "It's good that you're not hurt. Don't worry about anything else."

Then, Qin Yong's voice became much louder, "Haha, I'm going back too, we're going the same way, let's go together."

The two walked along the street, leading their horses by the reins. Qin Yong whispered to Zheng Qian.

"Zhang Xinghai is the prime minister's brother-in-law. He was originally a high-ranking official in the capital, but he went insane and insulted a dead palace maid on the street. From then on, the whole of Yancheng knew that he was mentally ill. The prime minister could not withstand the pressure of public opinion and was also reported to the emperor by his opponent. In a fit of anger, the prime minister punished him and sent him to Lvchang County to serve as the president of the Jinmao Chamber of Commerce."

Zheng Qian understood. No wonder Zhang Xinghai was able to escape last night and hide safely in Cao Gang without anyone interfering. He even boasted that he would return to Yancheng in a couple of days. It turned out that he had a powerful background, and no one dared to kill him.

When Zheng Qian was standing on the roof, he glanced in the direction of the city gate and saw a person standing there looking at him. At that moment, Zheng Qian felt something was wrong.

Because that person was the county magistrate, he didn't send troops to arrest Zhang Xinghai. It wasn't that he didn't want to arrest him, but that he was afraid to.

Although Zhang Xinghai was mentally ill and had brought shame to the prime minister, he was, after all, the prime minister's brother-in-law, so who would dare to touch him?

As for their attack on the Jinmao Chamber of Commerce, there must be a more worthwhile benefit than offending the Prime Minister.

"Then who is his father?"

The prime minister would not marry a woman from an ordinary family, so Zheng Qian was very curious about who Zhang Xinghai's father was, since Zhang Xinghai had called him "father" several times and he had responded.

"Zhang Zhi, Grand Marshal of Wuyan State".

Damn it.

He gasped, feeling so frustrated he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

You son of a bitch! Your father is the Grand Marshal of the State, the person with the strongest armed forces in the country. Instead of enjoying the carefree life of a second-generation official, you're messing around with a shovel.

If Zhang Zhi knew that his son was calling him "father," his subordinates would chop him to pieces without him even lifting a finger.

If they knew they had kicked Zhang Xinghai into a cesspool and made him eat horse manure, and even beat him until he vomited blood, they'd probably dig up the coffins of their ancestors for eight generations and expose them to the sun.

Why has buying a horse caused so much trouble?

At the fork in the road, the two stopped. Qin Yong asked, "Brother, when are you leaving?"

"Brother Qin, to be honest, I plan to leave after lunch."

Qin Yong nodded, hesitated, then gently punched Zheng Qian's chest with his fist and said very softly.

"Don't go through the east gate, take care."

Watching Qin Yong's retreating figure, Zheng Qian felt a pang of unease.

Qin Yong held an official position and naturally had to bear corresponding responsibilities.

However, Luchang County only has three thousand Changwu soldiers, and the imperial court has not sent a single reinforcement so far, not even uttering a word. How could he possibly defeat the Red Turban Army, which is currently gaining momentum?

He didn't say a word of advice because he knew Qin Yong wouldn't back down. He had ideals and ambitions and needed this battle to prove himself.

But he only had three thousand men.

According to popular legend, the Red Turban Army had 150,000 troops, a fifty-fold difference, making it impossible for them to defend the city.

Furthermore, people in the county town are still leaving, and the authorities have not taken any measures to stop them from leaving. In the future, there will not be enough manpower to reinforce the city walls, which will make things even more difficult.

Judging from their failure to prevent people from leaving, it can be inferred that they also knew they couldn't hold out.

The benevolent official, unwilling to see his people die innocently, did not stop it.

The county magistrate and Qin Yong were both qualified civil officials and military generals.

Qin Yong walked along the road with two trusted confidants, his heart heavy with sorrow. This was a battle where he risked his life for his future and to defend his hometown.

Winning brings joy to all, losing brings bloodshed on the battlefield.

"Chief Supervisor, Chief Escort Zheng is such a skilled fighter, why don't you invite him to help defend the city?"

"Yes, now Zheng Biaotou is one of the few experts left in Lvchang County."

"Given Zheng's character, if you, the supervisor, ask him to stay, he will definitely stay."

"Yes, everyone knows that sending Tingting back is actually to wait for you at home. As long as the supervisor speaks up, he will definitely stay."

"You don't understand." Qin Yong continued after a long while.

"When he fought Li Weihu, I bet 160 taels on his behalf and made 4,800 taels. When I gave him the money, he only took the principal and not the profit. This shows that he is clear about his grudges and won't take a penny more than his own money. He has very strong principles."

When he left, he gave me three hundred taels of silver, saying it was for my daughter to buy candied hawthorns. Three hundred taels could buy sixty thousand candied hawthorns. It would take me thirty years to receive that much salary. He wouldn't use such a small amount of money to curry favor with me. It shows that he is kind-hearted and knows that my mother and daughter need money for medical treatment. This is his way of helping me.

As a son and a father, I have no reason or right to refuse their life-saving money.

The county magistrate gave him the position of patrol inspector, but he has never used it once, nor has he ever revealed it. He also refused the position of deputy supervisor that I offered him, which shows that he truly doesn't crave power.

The more Qin Yong talked about it, the more proud he became. He was very glad to know Zheng Qian, and said with a smile.

“He is a detached and unworldly person who does not care about money or power. How could I possibly ask him to get involved in worldly affairs?”