Water Margin: I am Zhu Biao

Chapter 111 I'm going to attack White Tiger Mountain!

"Our shop deals with bandits??"

Zhu Biao frowned, his eyes narrowed into slits, flashing with a fierce light, and a trace of murderous aura emanated from his body.

"Yes, yes, Master, I have asked the master about this matter."

In an instant, Zhu Liang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

"The master said that we are in business and we only care about money, not people. Although they are thieves, they only come to buy wine and have never shortchanged us."

"Shopkeeper! Where have you been? You son of a bitch! Don't you want to make money anymore? Or do you look down on me?"

Just as Zhu Biao was about to reply, another commotion broke out outside.

"Alright, go and greet them in the outer room as usual."

Zhu Biao let out a long breath and released Zhu Liang, but just as he was about to turn around, he was pressed down on the shoulder again.

"Remember, no matter how much wine they want, make sure to deliver it on New Year's Eve."

"I understand."

Zhu Liang seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but shudder.

After he left, Old Man Zhou, being quite perceptive, expressed his loyalty briefly before also withdrawing.

"Boss, the mutton is a bit cold. I'll go to the back and heat it up for you."

Only Zhu Fang remained beside Zhu Biao, feeling gusts of cold wind blowing wildly, making his back shiver and his whole body feel uncomfortable.

He was about to leave when Zhu Biao grabbed him: "Zhu Fang, how long have you been working in the shop?"

Zhu Fang stiffened: "From twelve to now, it has been thirteen years in total."

"Don't panic, I just want to ask you a few questions. Come, sit down and we'll talk."

"Yes, what would you like to ask, sir?"

Zhu Fang sat down on the edge of the chair, somewhat apprehensively.

"Do people from White Tiger Mountain often buy wine from our shop?"

Zhu Biao suppressed his murderous aura and asked in a relatively calm tone.

Zhu Fang rubbed his stubble and took the opportunity to steal a glance at him. Seeing that Zhu Biao's expression was normal, he mustered up his courage and said, "It's not usually like this. Our wine is good and expensive. These thieves can't afford to drink it normally. They can only buy it about three or four times a year."

Zhu Biao tapped his fingers lightly on the table and asked again, "Do they buy large quantities of alcohol?"

Zhu Fang thought for a moment and replied, "Sometimes it's a few dozen jars, sometimes it's over a hundred jars."

"How will the delivery be handled? Will they handle the shipping themselves, or will we deliver it to them?"

"Every time, we deliver it to the foot of the mountain, and they carry it up the mountain themselves."

Zhu Biao's fingers suddenly stopped: "Go ahead, heat up the mutton, and roast a few more chickens. I'll take them with me later."

"Young master, are you unwilling to do business with bandits?"

Zhu Fang left as if granted a pardon. Seeing that Zhu Biao still had a sullen face, Zhu Wu got up and poured him a cup of tea, then shamelessly probed.

Zhu Biao pointed to the bag containing his wallet beside him and brought up a completely unrelated topic.

"Zhu Wu and Zhu San, each of you will be fined three strings of cash. We'll settle accounts up ahead later, and the rest will be used to buy roast chicken to take back and serve as an extra meal for everyone."

"Young master, why?"

Zhu San was stunned, but Zhu Wu asked in a mournful tone.

He had gone through thick and thin with Zhu Biao, which brought them closer, and he became much bolder and more casual in his speech.

"Think for yourself!"

Zhu Biao glanced at him, then turned to Zhu San: "And you, you should also think carefully about what constitutes a close follower and a guard, and how one should act."

After saying that, he got up and left. Zhu San and Zhu Wu looked at each other like silly geese, and then turned to Su Fang at the same time.

"Xiao Fang, why didn't the young master punish you?"

Su Fang was actually a little confused, but after frowning and pondering for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he slapped his thigh hard: "I understand!"

"That old man Zhou suddenly barged in. He's not a martial artist, yet he was able to get close to the young master in an instant. What if he has ill intentions?"

At this point, he looked annoyed and hurriedly ran out the door.

"I deserve to die! Fifth Brother, Third Brother, you two eat, I'll go serve the young master."

Snapped!Snapped!

The next moment, two slaps rang out in the room.

Zhu San and Zhu Wu slapped themselves almost simultaneously, the two idiots not holding back at all, their cheeks instantly swelling up with bright red handprints.

Zhu Biao didn't go to the front hall to meet the bandits from Baihu Mountain who were buying wine. Instead, he left through the back door. Just as he reached the entrance of the wine shop, Su Fang caught up with him.

"Young Master, I was too reckless in opening the door just now."

Zhu Biao put his arm around his shoulder and squeezed it hard.

"Su Fang, you've done very well. When I was your age, I was far less perceptive than you."

Su Fang blushed with embarrassment at the praise, and the usually quick-witted boy was speechless.

"Young Master, I, I~"

Zhu Biao interrupted, "But! You can do even better. Starting after the New Year, learn gunplay from Master Chonglin and archery from Qiutang."

He paused, then said sternly, "I have no one else I can rely on. Su Fang, you must become my right-hand man as soon as possible!"

"Yes! Su Fang is willing to die for the young master."

Su Fang, her eyes red, bowed deeply to the ground.

Although Zhujiaji is small, it has everything you need. At the far east end of the market, right next to the private school, there is also a clinic called Wangji.

The doctor who was on duty was named Wang Yuanru.

He was originally a down-on-his-luck itinerant doctor. Eight years ago, he passed through Zhu Family Village and happened to cure Zhu Chaofeng's acute illness. He then stayed there and is now married with children.

However, Zhu Biao had a very bad impression of him and even advocated for him to be expelled from Zhu Family Village.

Six years ago, his birth mother suddenly fell ill and died, but Wang Yuanru was helpless at the time and missed the best time for treatment.

Wang Yuanru, around forty years old, fair-skinned and slender, was flipping through medical books behind a cabinet when she saw Zhu Biao. She was first taken aback, then immediately hurried out to greet him.

"I never knew the young master would grace us with his presence! I am so sorry for not greeting you properly, but I am feeling rather unwell."

Zhu Biao glanced around and, seeing that no one else was in the clinic, said softly, "I urgently need a prescription. Doctor Wang's medical skills are superb; I wonder if he can prepare it?"

His tone was gentle and his words were polite, which made Wang Yuanru feel flattered.

Although this clinic is called Wang's, it was actually funded by the Zhu family, given Zhu Biao's current power and status within the Zhu family.

With just a few words, he could be kicked out and the clinic could be renamed Li's or Zhang's.

Wang Yuanru said confidently, "I wonder what medicine the young master wishes to prepare? I will do my utmost."

But Zhu Biao curled the corner of his mouth and said, "Sleeping pills."

"Huh?" Wang Yuanru was stunned.

Zhu Biao lifted the hem of his robe, plopped down in a chair, and said with a half-smile, "Doctor Wang, you've traveled the martial world in your younger days and are quite knowledgeable. You must be familiar with this medicine, right?"

Wang Yuanru lost his composure and stammered, "I... I have always acted with integrity, and I truly do not know how to prepare this medicine."

"Is that so? Then Doctor Wang should hurry up and pack his things, and leave the estate before the New Year."

Zhu Biao dusted off non-existent dust from his robes and made a move to get up.

"don't want!"

Wang Yuanru, losing her composure, lunged forward and grabbed his arm.

"Yes, I might be able to give it a try."

There is another term for itinerant doctors: wandering doctors. Their clients are mostly people who live by the sword, and who are also thieves and scoundrels.

They might not be able to treat other illnesses, but they will definitely prescribe the three medications.

These are wound medicine, trauma medicine, and sweat medicine.

"Heh~"

Zhu Biao scoffed and gave him a cold, sidelong glance.

"A half-hearted attempt won't do; the effect must be strong. This matter is of great importance. If anything goes wrong, it won't just be a matter of being kicked out of Zhu Family Village."

He suddenly leaned forward and whispered in Wang Yuanru's ear, "Also, this matter is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me. If a third party finds out..."

Wang Yuanru broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly nodded, saying, "Understood, I understand."

A moment later, Zhu Biao returned to his residence and, without even catching his breath, summoned Luan Tingyu, Lin Chong, Wu Song, and Instructor Zhang to his side.

As for Pang Qiutang, that girl is a simpleton; she's still wandering around the mountain, shooting deer for him.

"I'm going to attack White Tiger Mountain!"

As soon as everyone sat down, he didn't even say a word of introduction, but his first words were earth-shattering.

"Alright! Second brother will lead the way, no one should try to take it from me!"

Wu Song, who was just sobering up, blurted out the words without thinking.

"When does Sanlang intend to make his move?"

Luan Tingyu frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"New Year's Eve!"

His eyes widened suddenly: "The day after tomorrow? So soon?"

"yes!"

Zhu Biao didn't explain, he just said one word decisively.

"Sanlang, do you know how many bandits have gathered on White Tiger Mountain?"

Lin Chong pondered for a moment.

"There are no fewer than five hundred henchmen, and about two hundred of them are capable and willing to fight."

He immediately pressed on, asking, "How many troops did we deploy?"

Zhu Biao said calmly, "There are only these people in the current residence, including you and me, totaling sixty-seven."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chong frowned even more deeply, but he did not object. He simply nodded slowly, a resolute look flashing in his eyes.

He had already secretly given his life to Zhu Biao. Even if he knew he was going to die, he wouldn't say no, let alone have a chance of winning.

Of all the people, only Instructor Zhang appeared the most composed, even with a smile on his lips.

"Does Sanlang already have a plan to defeat the enemy?"

"Exactly!"

Zhu Biao declared resolutely, "Not just to defeat the enemy, but to annihilate the entire White Tiger Mountain!"