When the weather is cold, the chicks cannot survive, and a large number of chickens can only raise two crops a year, one in early spring and one in midsummer.
It is already autumn, and the chickens of Jindaomen have just grown up, and they can be released from cages for sale in a month. At this time, he was killed, and the business in the second half of the year was impossible.
The Golden Sabre Sect Master looked at the blood and chicken feathers all over the floor and trembled with anger: "What's going on?"
"Blood blade..." The chicken farm steward handed over a thin blade tremblingly. When he received this letter yesterday, he didn't care. He was busy during the day and didn't have time to manage it. He took it out in the evening and looked at it. He tore open the envelope and a blade came out.
Seeing the blood blade, the steward was so frightened that he lost his soul. Seeing that it was already dark, there was nowhere to escape, so he could only hide in the cellar with his wife and children. The next day, trembling, I climbed out and found that no one was killed. While wondering, I saw a guillotine all over the place.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, purgatory among chickens.
The Golden Sabre Sect Master took the blood blade and was speechless for a while. Previously, he hired Xueren Pavilion to kill King Jian's chickens because of a hint from the King of Anhui. His sect belonged to the Huangshan sect, and Chen Zijian, the king of Anhui, was the grandson of Huang Huaxian, the head of the Huangshan sect and the leader of the Sword League, and he was someone he needed to please.
To solve a business robbing, and to give the King of Anhui a favor, why not do it. It's just a chicken fight, and if you kill it, you will kill it. He has never taken it seriously. Unexpectedly, the retribution came so quickly. When the chicken was killed in front of his eyes, he realized how shocking and humiliating it was.
In the palace of the King of Anhui, Chen Zijian was discussing matters with his staff.
"The Suxin Sect's previous incident has completely ruined its reputation, and it has been suppressed several times. In a few years, it will not be able to make any waves," one of the staff said, pointing to the map. small sect, weakening its power."
"Luo Hongfeng came out in person, and he has already appeased those sects and families. It would be difficult to annex them again." Another aide said worriedly.
Chen Zijian silently listened to their arguments. His purpose was to weaken Qi Zong and strengthen Sword Alliance. This time Su Xin Zong did not meet his expectations, so he was a little disappointed. The best result predicted at the beginning was that Chen Ziqi Neng could persuade Guiyun Palace to take action and cut off most of the Suxin Sect. Then, he can provoke the conflict between Qi Zong and Guiyun Palace...
However, he still overestimated the weight of Chen Ziqi in Dan Yi's heart. It's really disappointing that Cheng Zhou's trash made such a big noise and only killed the silent teacher too.
"Is there any news from Jiang Liangcai?" Chen Zijian waved his hand, not wanting to listen to the discussion about Su Xinzong any more.
"Go back to the lord, not yet." Several staff members looked at each other and lowered their heads one after another. In the past, Jiang Liangcai was the most favored among them, and the lord would leave him to do anything important. This time he made the lord unhappy, and everyone was very happy, wishing he died outside and didn't come back.
"Send someone to look for it." Chen Zijian frowned, although it was difficult to communicate with the mountains and rivers, but Jiang Liangcai had been gone for so many days, but he didn't even have a message, which made people a little uneasy.
"Yes," the staff responded casually, and then turned to talk about something else, "There are still three years before the martial arts conference. The prince will save money for the past two years, and look for talents when the martial arts conference..."
Just as he was talking, someone outside reported that the sect master of the Golden Sabre Sect asked to see him.
"My lord, something is bad!" The sect master of Jindaomen came in and immediately began to shout.
Chen Zijian waved his hand to let everyone back, and asked warmly, "What happened?"
"Dead, all are dead." The Golden Sabre Sect Master looked sad.
died? Chen Zijian's heart skipped a beat, and he asked anxiously, "Who died?"
"Chicken!" The sect master of Jindaomen took out the blade that glowed with cold light, "My lord, Wang Jian must already know who did what happened last time."
If Chen Ziqi knew that it was the Blood Blade Pavilion hired by Jindaomen, why would only the chickens of Jindaomen be destroyed, and they were destroyed in exactly the same way? This is obviously a warning from Chen Ziqi to Jindaomen, Laozi knows who is hurting Laozi, if you kill Laozi three hundred, Laozi will kill you a thousand!
Chen Zijian was silent, this old seventh, every time he was about to ignore, he would suddenly show his fangs. Like a leopard pretending to be sleeping, if he is not careful, he will come back and bite his throat.
The news of the employer of the Blood Blade Pavilion is the secret of Tianzihao. Chen Ziqi is so sure that the enemy is Jindaomen, which can only mean that someone told him the news of the employer, and this person, except Dan Yi, does not think.
It seemed that Dan Yi didn't care about Chen Ziqi as much as he had shown.
"You sent someone to visit Jianyang." Chen Zijian pursed his lips, he really couldn't relax his vigilance towards this overly smart younger brother.
"It took two killers to kill a thousand chickens. The pavilion master of Xueren Pavilion said that the prince was an acquaintance, so it was cheaper, and he asked for three thousand taels of silver. With Feng Ling's money to pass the news, the total was three thousand five hundred taels. The prince gave 5,000 taels earlier, and this is the remaining 1,500 taels." Feng Ling's subordinates informed Chen Ziqi of the news, and returned the extra money to him along the way.
Chen Ziqi took the bank note and glanced at it, then pushed it back, "You can take the money back, this king still has something for you to do."
The shops on East and West Street have been rectified, and it is time to open up for business. The news that Jianyang City can do business and is safe and free of taxes quickly spread throughout the country.
After Feng Ling's subordinates left, Chen Ziqi took the news note and read it again, and couldn't help laughing, "These turtle grandsons are stupid, hahaha..."
Dan Yi walked over, took the note and read it again, "If you're retaliating like this, Jindaomen will definitely be able to guess that you did it, and maybe someone will be sent to see you in a few days."
Of course Chen Ziqi knew, jumped up and held Dan Yi, "Who would like to advise them, let's go, let's go back to Yungong."
So, when the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect came to Jianyang, His Royal Highness King Jian was no longer in the mansion.
"I am a direct disciple of the Golden Sword Gate, and I have come to visit His Royal Highness King Jian." The leader took the golden poster of the Golden Sword Gate and handed it to the guards guarding the gate.
In Jianyang City, there are people from Changjianmen and Dianjianmen everywhere. They wear uniform clothes and are led by a master, and they are constantly patrolling. Even in front of the palace gate, there were several disciples of Changjianmen. They were not always guarding like ordinary guards, but guarded the gate while practicing martial arts.
Swords, lights, swords and shadows, criss-cross, ordinary people dare not approach. Seeing that they were disciples of Changjian Sect, the people from the Golden Sword Sect respectfully requested to report to each other, and they did not dare to take it.
"What's the matter with you?" Several people stopped to practice swords, took the invitation, and asked politely.
"I'll be entrusted by the sect master to come and discuss the chicken farm business with the lord." Speaking of this reason, the disciples of Jindaomen were a little embarrassed.
"The lord is not in the mansion," Wu Jian just came out of the mansion, and when he heard the disciples of these small sects say they wanted to see the lord, he immediately turned cold, took the greeting card and threw it back, "Everyone, please come back."
"You..." One of the disciples was a little resentful, opened his mouth to try to reason, but was stopped by the leading disciple. "In this case, we will come back another day. Several of our brothers are staying at the inn in the city. If the prince comes back, please let them know."
After finishing speaking, several people turned around and left, and stayed in the only inn in Jianyang City.
"Eldest brother, let's just leave like this? Will King Jane meet us?" One of the younger ones was a little worried. The kings of Anhui near Mount Huangshan are so pompous on weekdays that only their heads can see them. This King Jian is also a vassal king, and looking at the posture just now, it seems that he is even bigger than the King of Anhui.
"Hey, how can King Jian be compared with King Anhui? Do you know where Jianyang is?" The senior brother sneered, looking confident.
Jianyang is a very poor and desolate place. King Jian has just taken over the fief, and chicken farms are his main source of income, so he will definitely pay attention to it.
However, when they walked to the East Street, the sight in front of them made a few people who had not come to Jianyang for a long time a little dumbfounded.
East Street is no longer the desolate and desolate look it used to be. The streets are paved with neat bluestone bricks, and the stores are hung with a new number plate. Although it is not very lively, it is not deserted. In the center of East Street, there is a three-storey weapons store. There is a pile of cannon paper in front of the door. Obviously, it has just opened. There are many Jianghu people looking at weapons.
Next to the weapons store, there is also a cloth shop. Several women who looked like peasant women, holding a few rolls of cloth woven by themselves, went in to sell cloth with smiles on their faces.
There are several empty rooms next to Buzhuang, and there are people in the clothes of the servants of the palace, who are leading two middle-aged men to look at each other inside. "The shops on this street are all the private property of the prince, and no one will make trouble. You can rest assured."
Just as he was talking, there was a noise in the weapon shop over there. But I saw a swordsman in gray clothes, holding a finely crafted sword, rushing out of the shop, and running away with light work.
"Grab something!" the guy in the weapon shop shouted loudly, unable to stop him.
The senior brother of Jindaomen shook his head: "What am I talking about, even if there are shops in the whole city, what can you do, without the jurisdiction of the sects, you can't do business at all. King Jian still has to keep chickens honestly..."
Before he could finish speaking, the man in the shop had already run to the door and rang the small brass bell hanging under the porch. The voice of "Dangdangdang" spread throughout Jianyang, and a black shadow descended from the sky, slapped the sword fighter and flew out.
At the same time, a team of guards ran over neatly, and it didn't take long for the man to be subdued and arrested.
"Send it to the yamen, and hand it over to Lord Fu Yin." The man in black was the one who just saw Wu Wei in front of the palace gate.
A few middle-aged men who were about to buy a shop came back to their senses and couldn't help showing a surprised expression. Even in the place under the jurisdiction of the sect, no one will take care of it so quickly when something goes wrong, and the shop is set up immediately.
"It seems that King Jian will not be short of money..." The three people from the Golden Knife Gate, when they heard the price of the rent, calculated with their fingers, and then took a look at the street where they could not see the end, suddenly a little dazed, "Jane Will the king see us again?"
Of course King Jian won't see them. At this moment, Chen Ziqi is in Guiyun Palace, and he doesn't want to go back to Jianyang for a short time.
After a summer, the scenery of Guiyun Palace is even more beautiful. Because on the mountain, the season is later than the downhill season. The lotus flowers at the foot of the mountain have long since failed, and the lotus flowers in Guiyun Palace are still in full bloom.
Chen Ziqi lay down on the soft couch in the lotus pond and sighed comfortably. Just to manage a small Jianyang, and to work so hard, to really dominate the world, it is estimated that you will be exhausted.
"That's because your martial arts are too low, so your energy is low." Dan Yi lay down beside him and said coolly.
"..." Chen Ziqi moved his head to Dan Yi and glared at him dissatisfiedly, "Who said I'm running out of energy? I can still fight for 300 rounds!" There's no difference between saying that a man is lacking energy and saying that he can't, the more Thinking more and more, Chen Ziqi turned over, buried her face in Dan Yi's lower abdomen, and arched in revenge.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Qi Qi: Who said that my energy is not enough, but I can't beat a golden gun Chen Zi Qi Niao Gong: Is that right? Let's try Qiqi: ... Well, I can't do it...
Bird Attack: Isn't the golden gun invincible? Not so soon
Qiqi: If you stand on the golden spear, let me see, I call you Dad Bird Attack: Why is it so difficult? (turns into a bird)
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