PNB Chapter 278 Do I Really Thank You?
Chapter 278 Do I Really Thank You?
Everyone followed them to the gathering place of the bandits. Yang Biao looked around. This was a very remote place, and from the outside it looked no different from an ordinary house.
Entering the house, the interior decoration was very ordinary and there was nothing unusual.
"Ayuan, are you sure they are gathered here?" Gui Wenbin patted the wall and asked a little confused.
"Look for it more carefully!" Yang Biao casually flipped through a book on the table and found that it was a collection of books with yellowed paper, so he quickly picked it up.
"Master, I noticed that they were scattered during the day and only gathered together at night. I don't know what they discussed specifically. Wei Ying and I were afraid of being discovered, so we didn't dare to get too close."
The two of them wanted to pretend to pass by from two directions respectively, but they were driven away by the people in charge of keeping watch, Huang Songyuan said with a little regret.
"Okay. You go look for it too." Yang Biao wanted to sit down and read a book, so he sent him away.
"Master, we've checked every corner and even dug several big holes in the yard, but we still can't find anything." Gui Wenbin was a little frustrated that he had turned the entire house upside down, but in the end, he found nothing.
"It's okay, maybe this is just a temporary residence for those people, you don't have to take it to heart." Seeing that he was in a low mood, Yang Biao patted his shoulder and comforted him.
"Lu Xi, you and Guan Xiaoli stay here." Adopting the strategy of waiting for something to happen may not be wise, but it may be useful.
"Master, this house is very ordinary. They may be renting it temporarily. I can go to the store to find out who the owner is and then find out who rented the house."
There are not many houses around this place, and Guan Xiaoli doesn't want to stay here, so he suggests that he find the owner of the house.
"Okay, go ask at the store." Knowing that he was unwilling to stay in a desolate place, Yang Biao gave him a silver note of one hundred taels for bribery.
"Guan Xiaoli, what's wrong with you?" No matter what his master asked him to do, he always made excuses to avoid it. Gui Wenbin held him back and was a little dissatisfied with him.
"What's going on?" Guan Xiaoli held the silver bill and tried to break free from his grip.
The two of them started fighting in the yard, punching and kicking each other, and the noise they made attracted a crowd of onlookers.
"Lian Zimo, capture Guan Xiaoli and send him to the mine to dig coal." Yang Biao watched the fight between the two men from a distance, thinking that since Guan Xiaoli was so disobedient, there was no need to keep this man around.
He had never thought of this when he gave the banknote just now, and he really had no intention of sending the person away. It can be seen that the fight between the two of them made him completely disappointed in this person.
Gui Wenbin's skills were more than enough to subdue him, but after all, the two had been together for such a long time, so he was somewhat lenient towards him.
In order to escape, Guan Xiaoli used deadly and extremely cruel moves on him. If Gui Wenbin's kung fu had not been more advanced, he would have fallen into his hands.
"Yes, master!" Lian Zimo was bought from Changzhou Prefecture. His kung fu was among the thirteen masters of Yang Biao. He had known Guan Xiaoli for a short time and did not have much interaction with him in normal times. He showed no mercy when he was ordered to do so and beat him severely.
Before being taken away, Guan Xiaoli looked at Gui Wenbin hatefully. He could feel that his master had no dissatisfaction with him, and it was all because of this man that his master abandoned him.
Gui Wenbin touched his nose and thought to himself, if looks could kill, he would have killed himself countless times.
"Lu Xi, go find the magistrate of Sang County." Yang Biao returned to the house, found paper and pen in the drawer, and wrote an official letter to the magistrate of Sang County, asking him to arrest people wearing pinky rings on their little fingers, and stamped it with the official seal of the Northern Governor.
"Take this ring with you, so that the magistrate knows what kind of pinky ring it is." Yang Biao stood up, took out a pinky ring from his arms and handed it to him.
"Paper, pen?" Seeing him leaving with the official letter, Yang Biao suddenly found that the brush in his hand was a little unusual. It was a brush made of deer hair. This ordinary house was furnished with high-quality brushes and inkstones. There was a sense of weirdness everywhere.
"Let's go." After searching for many times, they couldn't find any clues. It was futile to continue searching, so he had to leave.
"Madam, please see if this ring is the same as the last one. If so, these robbers may be related to Duke Anguo." Yang Biao returned to the inn and told her everything that happened today.
"Well, my husband's guess is not unreasonable, but this silver ring feels so heavy in my hand." After listening to it, Xia Weiwei expressed her doubts about the feel of the ring. It is impossible for silver to be so heavy in the hand.
She took out the pinky ring she had seized last time from the box, and compared it with the pinky ring she had found this time, and found that they were both made of silver.
"Ma'am, the reason you feel it's heavy is because a layer of silver liquid is used to cover the gold material, probably to avoid attracting attention."
Yang Biao took the pinky ring from her hand and cut it hard with the dagger he carried with him, revealing a golden color.
"My husband, you are indeed the owner of a gold shop that has been running for eight years. No jewelry made of any material can escape your eyes." She praised with a smile when she saw the exposed gold.
"Madam, your husband has asked Wenbin and the others to buy food. We are not planning to stay in an inn for the next few days. We will just have it outdoors. Is that okay with you, Madam?" Seeing her beautiful and charming smile, Yang Biao hugged her and rolled in bed with her.
"My husband has great physical strength!" She had rested before, and couldn't help but sigh when she saw that he was still full of energy after so much exercise.
"I am one month younger than you, ma'am. That means I am definitely younger than you and in much better health." If he were to be his age in modern times and have been here for more than nine years, he would be almost fifty years old.
"I really can thank you!" Xia Weiwei pinched the flesh on his thigh helplessly. How could his mouth be so irritating?
"You're welcome!" Seeing that she had been with him for a long time and could speak modern Internet language fluently, Yang Biao smiled and grabbed her hand that was pinching him.
"Am I really thanking you?" Xia Weiwei was a little annoyed. She put on her clothes and threw his clothes in his face. "Didn't my husband say that he would return to Qianpu Mansion as soon as possible?"
"Well, now I realize that thinking and doing are two completely different things. When I see you, Madam, I can't even walk. What should I do?"
Although he was talking, he dressed quickly. After he was dressed, he went out and told everyone to leave, leaving the person next to him sitting there alone and disheveled.
"Wenbin, arrange for the people who drive during the day and those who drive at night. Try not to stop along the way. We need to hurry back to Qianpu Mansion."
I have wasted a lot of time on the road these two days, and this time I met a large number of people wearing pinky rings, which shows that the public security in the five prefectures is imminent. We must increase our efforts to manage it well. Only when the investment environment is good will merchants naturally be willing to open shops in the north.
If they open a shop, they must pay business tax. Wherever there are people, there will be consumption, which will indirectly boost the local economy.