In a moment, the soldiers rushed to the second floor and surrounded a table in the southeast corner. At the table was a young and tall young man with a slightly red face, round eyes and thick eyebrows, and two strips were neatly tied on the gray cloth. It was obvious that he must be a warrior who was proficient in martial arts. The sword he was holding was one foot longer than the ordinary waist-fitting knife, and the cowhide scabbard was tattooed with ancient patterns. Even if the sharpness was not revealed, it could make people feel murderous.

The soldiers surrounded the young man, but none of them dared to go forward to lock him. After a stalemate for a while, an officer who looked like a team official shouted: "Good boy, after beating our yamen, why don't you escape far away quickly, and you dare to drink here leisurely. Do you really think that there is no king's law in Jiangzhou City!"

The young man raised his eyelids and two cold lights scandals of the soldiers around him, staring at them all to the hearts of the soldiers.

"Is it a kingly law to bully the weak and forcefully buy and sell on the street?" When he opened his mouth, he was as thick and solemn as a bronze bell in Hanshan Temple, and he looked like a heroic style.

The team official was stunned and laughed: "You must know whose world this Jiangzhou City is. My general's favorite horse is the blessing you have cultivated in three lives. Once you become a personal soldier, you will have no choice but to enjoy it. Why isn't it much better than a horse? If you listen to my kind words and advise you quickly, you will quickly offer this horse to the little Yanei, and you will be promoted and made a fortune in the future..."

The young man sneered and said, "What if I refuse?"

The team official raised his eyebrows and raised his voice and shouted, "If you don't know how to raise your eyes, don't say, "Master, I'm talking lies. Even if you have three heads and six arms, don't want to walk out of Jiangzhou City straight!" After saying that, he took two steps back and whistled, and the soldiers rushed towards the red-faced young man from three sides.

While they were making noise, the guests at Xunyang Tower had already run away. Even the shopkeeper and the wine doctor had no idea where to hide. According to Zheng Yunming's intention, he originally wanted to keep it for fun, but Xian'er pulled the sleeves of the robe in a panic, but had no choice but to take some time to get off the stairs.

As soon as the two of them went down two steps, they suddenly saw two yellow shadows crossing the carved fence and falling straight to the first floor, smashing a square table. It was obvious that two slow-moving soldiers were grabbed by the young man and threw them down.

Zheng Yunming knew that the young man could not suffer any losses, so he led Xian'er downstairs quickly. Unexpectedly, the young man's movements were extremely fast. Every time Zheng Yunming went downstairs, a soldier fell from the second floor. When the master and servant walked downstairs, more than 20 soldiers had already climbed the hall on the first floor, smashing tables and chairs all over the floor, even a few wine covers at the door were broken.

When Zheng Yunming stepped out of the store, the soldiers who rushed up to fight like fierce gods had already started to run away from the store in a panic. The one who rushed to the front was undoubtedly the team official. His bloated body rushed to the first person to escape at the fastest speed, and while running, he turned around and cursed:

"You're not calling someone quickly, idiot!"

The soldiers following behind suddenly realized, took off the bamboo whistle around their necks and started blew it.

Then there was a loud noise at the north and south of the street at the same time.

Zheng Yunming knew that in ancient times, the ills of fear of public war and courage in private fighting almost always existed, and the Song Dynasty was also unavoidable. At the beginning, it was just a small matter of quarrel, and then it was a fight and push. If he couldn't beat it, he would greet his companions with a whistle. A battalion came out together, hundreds of people fighting on the streets, hurting lives and plaguing the local area. The riverside control of this place made the Sijiangzhou naval army even more domineering.

At this time, all the officers and soldiers who came to seek trouble had fled. The young man who was besieged carried his luggage and walked down the stairs with his sword in his hand. He came to the front of the cabinet and said, "Today, many dishes, tables and chairs of the shopkeeper were broken. Qin did not bring much spare money when he was in a hurry. There is a ancestral sword power here and I will be here to redeem it in three days."

He called out a few times, and the shopkeeper, Dr. He Jiu, just hid under the cabinet and shivered, and didn't even dare to stick out his head.

The young man named Qin sighed, put the sword on the counter and turned around and left.

Zheng Yunming suddenly said, "Stay calm, brave." As he said that, he took out a picture from his arms for a while, went over and slapped it on the counter, and said, "This little money should be enough to compensate a few tables." After that, he didn't ask, took it off from the counter, and said to the young man, "Let's go quickly, there are dozens of officials who will come again when he was young." He said, and handed the treasure sword over with both hands.

The young man said seriously: "This knife is already the young master. Please leave your name and wait until Qin raises enough money and will redeem it immediately."

Zheng Yunming smiled and said, "Why bother to mind if they are all children in the world? The hero even cherishes several tables and chairs. How can he not care about his treasure sword?"

"That's two different things. A hero walks around the world. If he uses his ability to do whatever he wants and smashes others' things without compensation, then what's the difference between it and playing a scoundrel in the street market? Although we are rough people, we will not lose a little bit of reputation."

"Then you should take this thing back." Zheng Yunming also became serious: "You can take the little thing about destroying other people's things to heart. Can you give the treasure sword left by your ancestors to outsiders at will? Although the treasure sword is precious, it is just a thing that is played by a weak scholar in my hands, but a blade of heroes for heroes. If you really treat it as a pledge... "

Zheng Yunming took a step forward and presented his knife with his hands: "That is much less effective than a good man's open and honest words. Zheng Yunming, the consultant of the Jinghu Transport Department of Xiangyang, will my brothers have the fate to come to Xiangyang in the future, so I must let me serve you well."

The young man nodded, took the sword and put it on his waist, bowed and said, "I am going to Qin Wu from Gaomi, Shandong. After the matter is over, I will definitely make a special trip to Xiangyang Prefecture to thank you."

As he spoke, the commotion sounded from both sides of the street getting closer and closer, and the onlookers began to flee. Qin Wu hurriedly bowed, turned around and disappeared into the alley.

"What a good man, but I don't know when there will be a time to meet again." Zheng Yunming was thinking this way, and realized that a scholar and a little scholar were surrounded by hundreds of angry soldiers.

The big man who looked like a deputy general shouted angrily: "Where did the ungrateful bird who just now run to?"

"I've run away long ago." Zheng Yunming smiled and said, "Your general's reaction speed is still a little worse. If you were on the battlefield, wouldn't your dozens of brothers have been killed by the enemy for a long time? "

The young master was about to get angry when he glared at his eyes. The junior school beside him pulled his sleeves and said, "I just saw him being with the thief, and most of them were together."

The deputy general said angrily: "What do you mean most of them? They must be all thieves along the way! They must be the detailed work sent by the north to Jiangzhou! The children, they all took it down!"

"I think who dares!" Outside the people was the loud voice of the prime minister's instructor. The soldiers watched more than 20 soldiers wearing blue cloth shirts and arrow sleeves break into the circle under the leadership of a fat military head.

"It's the young master who is brave enough to touch the prime minister!" The instructor shouted loudly, and the soldiers of the prime minister's mansion immediately formed two-layer circular formations, protecting Zheng Yunming and Xian'er tightly in the circle.

The deputy general was already afraid of seeing the tattoos on the hands of the personal soldiers of the Prime Minister's Mansion. When he heard that he was the prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he didn't know how to end it.

Just when he was helpless, someone suddenly shouted: "General, then the storm left the East Gate by riding a black horse!"

"I asked my elders and children to intercept them, don't let him run away!" The deputy general issued an order, turned his head and bowed to Zheng Yunming with a smile on his face, "I don't know if it was Yanei here, and the villain deserves to die."

Zheng Yunming snorted and shouted, "Get out of my eyes quickly, otherwise you will be the official in this life."

The adjutant responded and led the soldiers out of the street in shame.

Xian'er asked, "Why didn't the young master tell that general not to chase the Shandong elder brother?"

"That's a local matter, I have no right to interfere." Zheng Yunming shook his head and said, "But I didn't expect that the discipline of the Jiangzhou naval army would be so corrupt. If the Mongols really came, how could these mobs survive?"

The coach scolded: "Liu Hu, a crude guy, is the kind of soldiers he brought out. I will definitely talk hard in front of the prime minister when I go back..."

"That's not what we should be in charge. You know my father doesn't like family interference in government affairs the most." Zheng Yunming stretched: "We've wasted too much time here, so keep on rushing. Xiangyang still has a job vacancies waiting for someone to take office."

"The scholar in front, stop me!"

When Zheng Yunming turned around and looked up, the man was about a meter long, like a black iron tower, with a leopard head and a round eyes, and each beard was sticking out like a steel needle. He was wearing a military shirt and a green scarf. Behind him were hundreds of angry soldiers.

"Isn't this Zhang Fei?" Zheng Yunming was thinking this way, and he heard the strong man shouting: "Scholar, do you know how to write!"

The sound was like a gong, and Zheng Yunming's ears were rustling. Zheng Yunming struggled to break free from the hostage of the army, tidied up his clothes, and bowed his hands to court: "Since he is a disciple of a saint, how can he not write?"

"Okay, come and write a letter for us and sue the bastards raised by the bastards. Don't worry, the good rewards you wrote are bound to be without you, the scholar!"

It turned out that there was a shortage of documents. When Zheng Yunming heard this, he thought these big-headed soldiers were a little cute. You should know that the local army stationed in the garrison was the norm forcing the husband to be recruited, but he had never heard of any payment for the forced labor service.

But why was it so unlucky that when I came to Anqing Army, I originally planned to visit a senior who I had never met without any reason, but I was involved in the incident for no reason.

When the pier was on the shore, the coach must lead his troops to follow him in order to be afraid of any accidents from the young master.

"There is no need. Anqing is already under the jurisdiction of the Huaixi Military Office, and there will be no trouble." Zheng Yunming said, changing into a thick cloth gown and going ashore alone.
Chapter completed!