The next morning, Zhang Hong was yawning to the market.

Bai Linghu had already brought about a dozen villagers to wait for him there.

When Bai Linghu saw his slightly depressed appearance, he frowned: "Did you not fall asleep last night?

Worry about being like this?"

"Ahem, don't mention it."

Zhang Hongzheng smiled awkwardly.

Not long after he fell asleep last night, he was blocked by a ball of wet and fluffy meat and woke up. He moved away the fat cat squatting on his face, lit up the spirit stone lamp, and saw a small pile of wet spirit shells piled beside the bed, which scared him so much that he fell asleep.

I don’t know if Fat Cat understood his words or what, but he actually went back to hold nearly ten spirit shells.

Fortunately, there were no guards or inn waiters following him. The fat cat's move to steal the spirit shell should not have been discovered. Zhang Hongzheng had to quickly dig out the spirit shell meat and go to the kitchen to make it to feed the fat cat. However, while he was exhausted, he also harvested more than 30 spirit stones, and all the shells were quietly crushed into powder. After that, they could be handed over to Lu Ningxiwang and others as materials for making talismans, which was considered to make up for the previous deficit.

This matter must not be told to Bai Linghu.

Looking at the villagers following Bai Linghu, Zhang Hongzheng half changed the topic and asked in confusion: "What are they doing?"

Bai Linghu said: "I will take them to find Manager Fang.

The senior brother said that they would be allowed to hide in Hudongcheng for a while, and it would be nice if they could find some servile work in the Beichang for a while."

Zhang Hongzheng asked with a strange expression: "Are you talking about the fat man with a fake smile on his face?"

"Yes, it's the manager Fang Langzhuo.

He is in charge of the basin and the market.

Although these villagers have no cultivation, they do have excellent water quality. The senior brother said that I would like to ask him to make peace, let them try it out, and some people might be able to officially become the Beibei Cairen in the Beichang, so they can stay in the city forever."

"yes.

Speaking of water nature, those who pick shells may not be much better than us. At most, they can dive deeper into their cultivation level."

A short and strong man among the villagers stood up when he heard this. He was obviously bandaged with several wounds on his body.

Zhang Hongzheng remembered that he seemed to be named Zhao Jiu. He had seen him at the entrance of the fishing village. Later, he saved his life from the mouth of the living corpse that night, but at this time he was also full of energy and was unwilling to fall behind.

Bai Linghu approached and whispered to Zhang Hongzheng: "I will entrust their affairs to Manager Fang first, and then you can take me to find the person who is suspected of the demon."

"Oh, this is actually..." Zhang Hongzheng looked confused and didn't know what to say.

"Ah, just as I was talking, wasn't that Manager Fang?"

Bai Linghu's eyes lit up and he turned around and walked away.

At the market entrance not far away, a group of people were walking together. The leader was a wide-body fat body, and a smile that seemed to be on his face forever. It was Fang Langzhuo, the manager of the Tang family, followed by two followers holding paper, pen and account books.

And the people who were accompanying them seemed to be some deacons in the caravan, such as Bo.

"Mr. Fang is good."

Bai Linghu stepped forward and bowed.

"Mr. Fang is good."

Zhang Hongzheng also followed behind and clasped his fists as a tribute.

"Ah, ah, Miss White is back, it's great, it's great."

Fang Langzhuo nodded repeatedly, and the smile on his fat face looked like a chrysanthemum in full bloom.

"There is also this casual cultivator who has also come back and is still alive. It's great, very good.

I heard about everything the night before yesterday. It’s good to be alive, and it’s good to be alive.

I remember there were two other people?"

"I was still recuperating in the inn and suffered some injuries, but my life was not in danger.

They are all Hong Fu, who is in charge of the trustee.”

Zhang Hongzheng said with a smile.

“Everything is good, all is good.

Once you have it, go on the road.”

Fang Langzhuo nodded repeatedly, and his kind eyes were like a rich man who liked to help others.

Bai Linghu said: "Manager Fang, my senior brother temporarily placed these villagers in Hudong City. I would like to ask you to make peace and let them enter the Beichang to serve as chores, and they can always make a living.

There are many of them who are very good at water and can serve as the job of picking the beef..." "Miss Bai, you are a little wrong."

The smile on Fang Langzhuo's face faded a little, and for him this was probably a more serious expression.

"You have also taken the post of Deputy Guardian of the Tang family, so you should know that everything should have a rule.

There are rules for recruiting people in Beichang. You must be residents of the city, and at least you must have the ability to cultivate secretly. How can these rural people be responsible?"

"I know this too..." Bai Linghu's face turned slightly red and he was a little embarrassed, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to say.

“But I heard that the staff at Beichang is still a little short of enough?

They didn't ask for much, they just wanted to have a bite of food.

All rewards and other things are not allowed for the time being..." "Yes, yes, please be kind to the master of the affairs..." "Please be kind to the master of the affairs, we can really get into the water to pick shells..." The villagers behind also knelt down and begged at Fang Langzhuo in a verbal manner.

Fang Langzhuo looked around them, as if he was enjoying this feeling, but he still waved his hand and said to Bai Linghu: "Miss Bai, you are also kind, but the shell market is a major place, how can you accept people at will?

Not to mention the shell pickers, if one is careless, it will cause death. I am careful everywhere and try every means to improve the shell pickers. There are still dozens of shell pickers who die every year.

Wouldn't you let these unfounded villagers die?"

"The little people are not afraid of danger!"

"Yes, compared to asking for food in the wild, what are these dangers?..." "Even if you die, it's okay. The compensation for the villain is only half, no, just one-third is good..." "The villain is thinking about it day and night, just thinking about serving the Tang family, and I hope General Fang will fulfill it!"

Before Bai Linghu could answer, the villagers around him began to beg again. For them, the danger of picking shells was really nothing, let alone compensated the spirit stones for their families after they died. This was simply a good thing that a pie fell from the sky.

If you die in the mouths of wild beasts and monsters, you will die in your own bed and die in your own bed. Who will compensate you at that time?

"Okay OK."

Fang Langzhuo waved his hand, smiling slightly impatiently.

Then he lowered his voice to Bai Linghu and said, "Miss Bai, please understand my difficulties too."

Even if they want to die, can they let them die in the Caibei Field?

In fact, dozens or hundreds more deaths a year and compensation for some spirit stones is only a drop in the bucket for Hudongcheng. But what if someone is not open to this and report to the Sanshenmen that the Tang family is tyrannical and abused the people for no reason?”

"How could there be such a person..." Before Bai Linghu could defend himself, Fang Langzhuo sighed and continued: "Normal, there are indeed very few people who are not open to their eyes, but what if there are?

The Three Gods Sect generally ignores such trivial matters, but what if there is a troublesome ghost from Shushan who has to question and investigate on a whim?

Even if this is indeed not abusing the people, I can’t find anything, but it’s always a problem with the pile, right?

The city lord blamed him for being unhappy, and the board will eventually fall on me."

"This..." "General Manager Fang said it well, this is a matter of law after all.

This female Taoist priest from the world-savage sect, you can’t just push the trouble to General Manager Fang just because you want to be kind."

“That’s exactly that.

This Taoist priest took the matter a little for granted and did not understand the joints. He would go back and think about it before visiting Mr. Fang’s house.”

"Mr. Fang wants to discuss the share of the bell hall with us during the day and also patrol the bell hall. Remember to wait until the evening before visiting.

hehe."

The person who came with Fang Langzhuo seemed to be the managers of other caravans, and they also spoke out loudly at this time.

In the eyes of these people, it is clearly that Bai Linghu, a female Taoist priest, was too ignorant. If he didn't give enough benefits, he would come to ask for help. There were a few words that even meant a little bit of cramped, but Bai Linghu probably couldn't understand it.

She could only stand there with helplessness and helplessness on her face.

Zhang Hongzheng sighed inwardly and was about to step forward, but he heard someone shouting suddenly: "I heard that some rural fishermen want to come to pick up beans for Beichang and serve the Tang family?

This is a good thing.

Why should we keep people out?

Wouldn’t it be a disgrace to the common people’s allegiance to the Tang family?”

"Who is talking nonsense?"

Turning around and looking at the person, Fang Langzhuo's smile was a little distorted.

A deputy behind him immediately screamed and cursed: "Lin Qin?

What are you talking nonsense?

What qualifications do you have to talk nonsense here?”

"I am also the manager of Beichang. You guys who follow Fatty Fang are just busy licking his fat butt, but don't even know this?"

The man spat hard, full of contempt, and then raised his chest.

“Since it’s a matter of the bell hall, I am naturally qualified to say it.
To be continued...