I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Inside the Zunhun Banner.

Tu Shanjun looked at the official sitting on the front seat wearing a silver embroidered robe.

Square scarf, feather hat.

The sword on the waist is made of white jade.

As the sun rises, light shines in from the entrance of the Yamen hall.

Majestic.

There seems to be no place for dirt to hide under the light.

At the same time, he also saw clearly the appearance of the person in the first seat.

He looks like he is in his thirties or forties, fat and pampered.

When he laughed, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Lao Xiang, it's not that I don't want to give you face, but your subordinates dare to draw their swords in front of the court. I'm committing the same crime below."

"I'm really scared, what if one day, his head suddenly gets hot and my head moves."

"What should I do if Lao Xiang tells you?" Bai Fat Qianhu stood up and walked to Lao Xiang's side.

He reached out and patted Lao Xiang on the shoulder.

A look of surprise on his face.

Lao Xiang's right shoulder was actually empty.

But a look of surprise flashed across his face, and he regained his composure, instead his eyes were firm.

"Sir, my subordinates are not strict in their control, and I will take full responsibility for it." Lao Xiang became more and more respectful, and the wrinkles and scars on his face were piled up to hide his expression.

Seeing that Lao Xiang was so knowledgeable, Qianhu, a white and fat man, felt less interested.

There is no sense of achievement in bullying such an old fool.

The tied young soldier outside is more interesting.

Bai Fat Qianhu waved his hand: "Just take it back."

"By the way, take the pension back as well, a total of two hundred taels."

"It's all here." As he said that, Bai Fat Qianhu handed over a cloth bag.

Let go.

There was a click.

The bag fell to the ground.

Xiang Baihu hurriedly picked it up, but as soon as he touched the bag, Xiang Baihu's expression suddenly changed.

The bag in my hand probably only weighed three or four kilograms.

It is far from enough money for the pension of forty taels per person.

Xiang Baihu knew that the adults above would take some, but usually they shouldn't take so much.

The bag in my hand probably contains about forty taels. If divided equally, one person would get less than ten taels.

Xiang Baihu tightened his grip on the silver bag, his voice trembled slightly, and he looked at Bai Fat Qianhu: "Sir, this...is against the rules."

Fat Bai Qianhu's eyes widened and he shouted loudly: "Rules?"

"Draw the sword in the middle hall, and if the following offenders commit offenses, they will be beheaded according to the internal rules of the Xiuyi Guards!"

"You tell me the rules, but your men don't know the rules very well."

Tu Shanjun in the Soul Banner sneered.

This damn fat guy’s abacus is really good.

It was obviously because the pension was reduced by 80%, which angered Shizhu and the others.

Plus seeing the old man lose his arm makes it even easier to bully.

Simply use this matter to put pressure, intending to suppress the matter and make them suffer a loss.

The scars on Xiang Baihu's face trembled, and the veins in the hands holding the silver bag were exposed.

Even if he has a broken hand, he is still a second-rate master and full of energy.

Killing this puffy Qianhu was just a matter of one move.

But in the end he didn't take action.

He had encountered this kind of thing a lot, but he didn't expect that it would happen to him one day. It seemed that there was something wrong with his backer.

Xiang Baihu picked up the silver bag and wanted to leave.

The moment he took a step forward, Bai Fat Qianhu called out to him.

"Lao Xiang, you are old. It is not good to stay in this position for too long. You must give young people a chance."

"In this case, you can write a letter tomorrow and beg for the bones from the Yamen."

"It's not just your men that I can let go as if nothing happened."

"Even the missing pension, I will make up for it for you."

"For the sake of your loyalty and bloodshed for the imperial court, I will personally give you another fifty taels as your settlement allowance."

"What do you think?" The fat white Qianhu touched the beard at the corner of his mouth and narrowed his eyes.

Turning back towards Baihu, a flash of light flashed in his eyes: "Did something happen to Prince Jing'an?"

Bai Pang Qian Hu seemed a little surprised that this old farmer had such a keen political sense.

But it was useless even if he was discovered. The matter of Prince Jingan was basically a certainty.

There is little room for maneuver.

If it is delayed for too long, people may be dead.

The old man sighed.

Along the way, five brothers were injured and their arms were broken.

Finally returned to Liangdu, and the nobleman behind him fell again.

For a mere two hundred taels of silver, he had to hand over hundreds of sixth-grade embroidered guards.

So what if you are unwilling to do so.

So what if he had the power to kill Baifa Qianhu.

He had to think about the group of soldiers and brothers who followed him.

Think about them and your own family.

"I see."

"I'm willing to hand over the coupon."

In that moment, he bent towards Baihu's straight back.

He suddenly aged more than ten years.

old.

"Come on, let go of the one tied up outside."

"Bring the prepared pension to Mr. Xiang." Bai Fat Qianhu shouted loudly.

Walk out of the bright and upright nave to the hundred households.

The soldier pressing the stone pillar let go, and another soldier wearing embroidered guard robes carried the box containing the silver coins over.

Enough silver, enough liang.

The brothers under his command hurriedly gathered together, moved the bodies of the dead brothers to the cart, and then carried the silver coins on top.

Everyone looked happy.

It seems that as long as ordinary households take action, nothing can be solved.

But Xiang Baihu looked solemn.

"Boss, why is this fat man so generous this time? He didn't deduct the pension and offerings." The young soldier smiled happily, but at the same time he was a little confused.

"Of course our leader has the means."

"That's right, if you go to the boss, there's nothing that can't be solved." The brothers all agreed.

It was fun and harmonious, just like a big family.

And Xiang Baihu is the head of the family.

Shi Zhu noticed Xiang Baihu's worries, and lowered his head in shame, with a pale face: "Boss, I'm sorry, I was impulsive..."

Xiang Baihu shook his head: "It's okay, no one can bear it if they encounter that kind of thing."

"do not take it personally."

"You have to be careful when I'm not around. Don't offend your immediate boss."

The team that had been laughing and joking just now suddenly stopped.

Everyone looked at the old man with astonished expressions, as if they had heard something unbelievable.

"Boss, what's going on?"

"After this battle, I feel more and more old and my arm is broken, so I am ready to beg for the bones."

"After I leave, Shizhu must not be impulsive again. Tietou is a steady man. You should discuss things when you encounter them." The old man arranged things softly.

There were seventeen soldiers left in total.

He knows them all very well, and treats each of them as his nephew.

Now that I have to leave, I can’t bear to leave.

But this is what he promised.

Only if he agrees to give up the throne, can he ask the white and fat Qianhu to show their support and supplement the pensions of the brothers who died.

"Boss, is this fat guy threatening you?"

"If we fight him, the worst we can do is die."

"Yes, fight them."

"I don't believe that the imperial court will allow them to swallow our wages."

Everyone was angry with their words, but there was only one way to fight.

To be honest, it's really not a good choice.

If Xiang Baihu was thirty years younger, maybe he would agree, but it's different now.

Killing thousands of households with embroidered clothes and guards is tantamount to rebellion.

It was a grave crime to punish the nine clans.

This will only lead to more deaths.

Now he can keep this group of brothers by sacrificing an official position.

Although he will be ostracized in the future, he will eventually be able to support his family and have the ability to settle down in the world.

Therefore, Xiang Baihu decisively gave up the hereditary Baihu of the Sixth Grade Xiuyiwei.

"Coward."

This is Tu Shanjun’s evaluation.

But he said no more.

They are not of the same world.

The situation is different, the joys and sorrows are different.