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Chapter 1030: When fellow villagers meet, they get shot in the back

Jia San is the steward of the Lianghu family, a powerful family in Hangzhou. The Liang family is considered to be one of the top powerful families in Hangzhou. As the steward of the Liang family, Jia San is in charge of foreign affairs. He is good at networking and is quite familiar with local officials.

Early in the morning, Jia San, who was still sleepy, was called away before he had time to eat breakfast.

Liang Hu stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He was short and strong, with a round face and short eyebrows, which added a lot of majesty to his appearance.

"Master." Jia San saluted.

A maid brought tea, Liang Hu took a sip and said, "It's getting hotter this day, adding longan to the soup will cause internal heat, I'll change it tomorrow."

"Yes." The maid bowed, Liang Hu waved his hand, and after the maid left, he said, "Go over there and tell that person that Jiang Qingzhi has come to Hangzhou, so the business is temporarily suspended."

Jia San was in charge of contacting the other side. Hearing this, he said, "Master, the man in Xiaocun is vicious. This deal is too big. I'm afraid he will be greedy and take risks."

"I know." Liang Hu said calmly, "It was the Japanese side that first proposed this deal. It was the small village that found my Liang family and asked me to find the source of goods. I took the initiative. The small village was too greedy and asked for 40% of the profit right away."

Liang Hu said contemptuously: "The key to this deal is to find the source of goods and how to send the goods out to sea without being noticed by the authorities. Both routes are undertaken by my Liang family. His small village is just a guide, and he dares to ask for 40%? If you go and find him, just say this, he will definitely be anxious... Remember!"

Liang Hu pointed at Jia San and said, "We are not in a hurry about this matter. Do you understand?"

Jia San understood, "Then... Master, what's the lowest you can offer him?"

"I shouldn't have paid him a penny." Liang Hu sneered, "He was just trying to get something for nothing. It's just a matter of asking. Liang's is doing all the work. If Xiaocun bows his head, tell him that the maximum is 20%. If it's higher, let him find someone else to do the deal."

"Yes."

Jia San then went out to sea.

The maritime ban was lifted, but merchants and fishermen along the coast were still waiting and watching. They were not worried about being arrested by the soldiers, but worried about the Japanese pirates.

A while ago, a merchant went out to sea and never returned. Later, his family received a letter from Japanese pirates, asking him to pay a ransom of 10,000 coins, otherwise they would kill him.

This incident made all the merchants in Hangzhou who were interested in overseas trade hesitate.

But Jia San was not afraid. He leisurely got on his own boat and sailed away in the eyes of everyone who looked at him as a fool.

"Isn't this guy afraid of the Japanese pirates?" A tall businessman on the shore asked in surprise while drinking a cold drink.

Another merchant sneered, "He is so confident... I'm afraid the Japanese pirates are afraid of him."

"What do you mean, brother?" The tall businessman was startled. He came from another place and was not familiar with the situation here. He just wanted to ask for advice, so he asked the vendor to get another bowl of cold drink for the businessman.

This cold drink is made by adding spices and maltose to water, adding dried fruits, some crushed nuts, and finally ice cubes. After mixing them all together, one sip will make you feel relaxed all over.

After taking a sip of the cold drink, the merchant said comfortably, "In the past few years, the sea was banned, but the more it was banned, the more money you could make from doing business. Many families became rich by smuggling."

"Aren't they afraid of being caught by the navy?" the businessman was stunned.

"Catch? You think the navy is clean these days?" The merchant took another sip of cold drink and chewed some preserved fruit while saying, "Both sides are in cahoots. The navy is also involved in the smuggling business. Do you understand?"

"What a courage!" The tall businessman, who had traveled extensively and had seen a lot, was still stunned. "Even the Nine Frontiers are not so unscrupulous."

"These days! The brave ones die of overeating, while the timid ones die of starvation."

Jia San didn't know that his identity had been discovered, and he went out to sea.

Halfway through the journey, he met a fishing boat and asked if there were any Japanese pirates nearby.

In fact, he was worried that Ichiro Komura would go out to sea and he would go to the island to find nothing.

"No, but I did see the navy's warships." The fisherman had a lot of harvest and was very happy. "If the navy can sail every day, we won't have to worry about the Japanese pirates."

Jia San smiled and thought that if Jiang Qingzhi had not come to Hangzhou in person, it would be considered diligent to go out to sea two or three times a year. And each time they went out to sea, they just wandered around the coastal waters.

The same is true for local officials, who say they want to be close to the people. But the officials that Jia San knows well only wander around the area every time they leave the city, visit a wealthy farmer's house, say a few words, and the officials accompanying them flatter them, saying they are close to the people, personally comforting the farmers, and encouraging them to farm...

The show is the same from ancient times to today!
Jia San sighed.

When he saw the island, Jia San coughed dryly and sorted out his thoughts.

The sailor on the ship suddenly exclaimed, "What is that? It's so high!"

"Stop making noise." Jia San just thought of a good way to threaten the small village and frowned.

"Third brother, third brother!" There was a strange tremor in the sailor's voice.

"What are you yelling about?" Jia San looked up impatiently.

All the sailors on the ship stared blankly at the shore.

The boat, out of control, drifted towards the shore.

Just a few dozen steps away from the shore, Jia San remembered that the last time he came here it was still a flat land, where Ichiro Komura used to train his subordinates.

That is the parade ground.

At this moment, there was a tall mound of earth standing on the open space.

In front of the mound, there was a pole standing, and it seemed like... something was hanging on it.

The boat lost control and came close to the shore, crashing into it with a bang. The entire boat shook, and Jia San fell to the deck.

He got up, jumped onto the shore, lifted the hem of his robe and ran quickly.

Jia San ran for more than ten steps, panting, and suddenly stopped.

Just ahead, a pole was stuck deep into the ground.

A man was impaled on a pole. The pole was inserted from his anus. His lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and it seemed that the pole had penetrated deep into his abdomen.

Jia San slowly raised his head along the pole.

That is……

"Small village!" The man in the pole shop raised his head with difficulty.

It was Ichiro Komura.

"Save me... save me..."

Jia San walked over slowly and touched Xiaocun's lower abdomen in disbelief.

Is this the Xiaocun Ichiro who ran rampant along the Zhejiang coast?
"Save me." Ichiro Komura tried his best to clamp his anus tightly, trying to slow down the speed of his body sliding down.

This is the cruelty of sticking a pole.

Let you experience the feeling of getting closer to death in despair.

"help me."

Jia San walked sluggishly past the pole and came to the mound of earth.

He looked up and murmured, "It's so high!"

At the edge of the dirt pile, a head poked out, with a strange smile on the gray face, and a pair of lifeless eyes stared blankly at Jia San...

"what!"

Jia San sat down and backed away using his hands and feet.

"Jingguan, this is Jingguan!" Jia San screamed, "It's Jiang Qingzhi, he's here, the God of Death is here!"

He rolled and crawled towards the shore.

"Etc., etc!"

When Jia San heard the shouting, he felt a chill down his spine. He thought it was a ghost, so he ran faster and faster.

"Jia San, it's me, Qian Yun, Old Qian!"

Jia San stopped and turned around slowly.

Qian Yun was soaked and looked quite disheveled. Before anyone got close, a foul smell of feces and urine hit him.

"Are you...alive or dead?" Jia San took a step back.

"It was Jiang Qingzhi." Qian Yun wiped his face and retched. "He attacked with his navy. His firearms were fierce and we were no match for him. I took advantage of the chaos and hid in a cesspool and escaped...Take me away. From now on, I will keep my name secret and never get in your way."

Jia San pointed at the sea water and said, "Wash quickly."

Qian Yun washed up and found some clothes to change.

"Tell me." Jia San regained his senses at this moment.

"That day we went to meet Wang Bie... but Jiang Qingzhi led the navy to chase us relentlessly. After a fierce battle, we were defeated and fled back... Later, Jiang Qingzhi arrived, and the firearms..."

There was horror in Qian Yun's eyes. "Our people didn't even have a chance to kill. They were all killed within thirty steps."

"That business..." Jia San said in a deep voice: "Do you know who the other party is?"

"I know." Qian Yun came back to his senses at this moment, glanced at Komura Ichiro on the pole, and then said indifferently: "He is a daimyo from Japan. He made a fortune a while ago, and now he wants to get some firearms to attack the surrounding daimyo. He is very ambitious."

"Are you interested in this deal?"

"You mean..."

"If you are interested, follow me back."

"it is good!"

The two men boarded the boat, and Ichiro Komura on the pole screamed, "Save me! I have money. I have hidden money."

The boat slowly left the island. Jia San didn't ask about the money Xiaocun mentioned, and Qian Yun didn't say anything either.

When they arrived in Hangzhou, Jia San took Qian Yun to meet Liang Hu.

"It is Jiang Qingzhi!" Liang Hu pondered for a long time, "It seems that he is determined to purge the navy. I am afraid that our relationship in the navy is unreliable."

Jia San said respectfully, "Master, according to Jiang Qingzhi's habit of cleaning up the officers and soldiers of the Beijing Guards and Southern Zhili, those generals involved in corruption will not be spared. How can they not be panicked? However, if they can make a fortune before leaving... I think they will be happy to do so."

"Yes!" Liang Hu glanced at Qian Yun, "I will contact those people about this matter, but the Japanese side..."

"I am willing to make the contact." Qian Yun said, "When Xiaocun returned, he deliberately avoided me, but he didn't know that the people around him had already been subdued by me. I know this very well."

Qian Yun knew that if he wanted to escape from the predicament, he had to rely on Liang Hu, so he tried his best to demonstrate his value.

"Then, let's do it without further delay!" Liang Hu said, "Jia San, find some reliable people at home to follow him to Japan to contact that person, the sooner the better."

"Yes."

After the two of them left, Liang Hu sneered, "Jiang Qingzhi, Jiang Qingzhi, this is Hangzhou, not Songjiang Prefecture, and the navy is not those guards. If you follow the method of cleaning up the Beijing guards, who will drive the navy's warships? You must know that it takes at least five years to train a well-trained boatman. Five years... the opportunity is gone."

The butler who had been silent said, "Master, Jiang Qingzhi is not stupid, he will definitely restrain himself. We can still keep those relationships in the navy."

"Jiang Qingzhi will return to Beijing sooner or later. Once he leaves, this will still be our place!"

Liang Hu was quite pleased with himself, stroking his beard and saying, "He cleared out the Japanese pirates in the village, so he should be back, right? Where did he go?"

Jiang Qingzhi, mentioned by Liang Hu, is now on the sea.

On the two merchant ships ahead, some white men were holding muskets and shouting at them.

"It's the Portuguese!" said Zheng Yuan.

Bol's eyes widened as he looked at his long-lost fellow villager, "Uncle, how about giving them a shot first?"

(End of this chapter)