Han official!

Chapter 38 Infighting
The Jia clan members in the Tongwa courtyard were in an uproar.

This. This is a prosperous age.

Not a chaotic time.

How could Guo Jie dare to kill someone in public, especially when he was just an official wearing a black robe? Wasn't he afraid of being severely punished by the cruel official Zhang Tang?

"To the barn!"

Guo Jie walked ahead, following the densely tiled corridors to the side door in the chalk-painted wall. He said in a deep voice, "The most urgent task is to find Zhang Qian, who is heading to the warehouse, to prevent a fire there and leave you two with nothing."

The main courtyard usually has only one main door. Jia Ziguang did the dirty thing of having an affair with his round-faced son's wife, and found an excuse to open a side door.

Guo Jie got an advantage today. He didn't need to go through the main gate which was crowded with Jia's knights, but went out through the side door with caution.

Wei Guang held the iron halberd with the word "卜" in one hand and the collar of Jia Ziguang's long purple robe in the other, and followed Guo Jie, striding forward as fast as he could to reach the warehouse where Zhang Qian was.

Several knights in crimson robes followed behind.

Not long after Guo Jie left the main courtyard, driven by interests, the Jia family's knight brought his two-foot sword closer to the remaining sons of Jia Ziguang. It was unknown who was the first to stab him.

Two-foot-long swords stabbed forward and quickly chopped Jia Ziguang's sons into meat paste.

The Nanyang Jia family had a bad family tradition to begin with, and Guo Jie instigated people to release the evil in their hearts bit by bit, until the members of the branch of the clan began to massacre the members of Jia Ziguang's branch on a large scale.

The courtyard of Jiashe was in complete chaos.

The Jia clan members were blood-thirsty and the Xiaoying appeared. They killed anyone who was not from their own clan and looted silk and brocade items with high market value, such as branch lanterns, Luoqi, lacquerware, etc.

The family knew where the good things in the house were hidden, so they saved the time of the crimson-robed knights searching for them. They waited at several exits and seized piles of valuable utensils from the hands of the Jia family knights.

The entrance was filled with various bronze and lacquerware, as well as silk brocades that only dukes and marquises could wear.

Wei Guang retrieved the red-maned horse and, following Guo Jie's instructions, rushed to the warehouse first to rescue Zhang Qian who was risking his life in the warehouse.

"Go away!"

Zhang Qian roared, chopping down another of the Jia clan's knights, his face etched with rage. "If you dare to obstruct me again, I will execute you without mercy! I went to the warehouse simply to count taxes and grain, but you two keep trying to stop me. What's your intention?"

Inside the warehouse was a large warehouse and more than ten small granaries, which were filled with 20,000 dan of millet. They were all transported from Nanyang County by Jia Ziguang and were intended to be given to Dou Ying, the Marquis of Weiqi, to buy an official for the Prime Minister's Office.

If Jia Ziguang knew that Ting Zuo wanted to offer the millet to the Magistrate of Maoling, he would curse him on the spot, calling him a short-sighted and ignorant fool.

The officials in the government offices of Chang'an are not as valuable as the clerks in the Prime Minister's Office.

The warehouse has only one door.

闺。

Xiaoye.

The five Jia clan knights blocked the entrance to the boudoir, and no one could break through. The chaos outside had no effect on the millet warehouse.

Tingzuo found Tinghou, who was holding a goose-foot lantern in the millet warehouse. Seeing a lot of firewood and oil piled around the millet, he was shocked and looked at Tinghou with a sinister look.

All the corn in the granary belongs to him.

The pavilion was so brave that it was burned down.

Damn!

Tingzuo's right arm was broken, and his fighting and sword skills were also useless. The only way for him to ensure that his family would have enough food and clothing was to offer the millet to the Maoling magistrate.

Today I have no choice but to take a risk.

If his right arm had not been crippled, Tingzuo would not have taken such a desperate gamble and made a decision that would have angered his ancestors.

Poisoned the Ting Hou who set fire to the millet granary. "Be patient."

Ting Zuo smiled, a rare moment on his face. "I'm the one coming in, not an outsider. Be careful not to burn the granary. There's nothing to do in the granary. Find the chef and make him a pot of duck soup. Let's taste it."

Two cousins came up behind Tingzuo. They had the same grandfather as him, and their fathers were brothers from the same mother. Their relationship was much closer than that with Tinghou.

The relationship between Tingzuo and Tinghou requires looking back in a scroll of wooden family tree to find out that they share the same roots and are five generations apart. Although they are both from the Nanyang Jia family, they are not of the same blood.

Belong to two branches.

Duck soup?

Ting Hou didn't want to put down the goose-foot lamp in his hand, but when he smelled the fragrance of the duck, he hesitated for a long time and put down the goose-foot lamp that was ready to light firewood and oil at any time. He happily took a pottery bowl and prepared to scoop a bowl of duck soup.

"boom!"

Ting Zuo kicked Ting Hou, and his two cousins carried a large cauldron and poured water on the wick of the goose-foot lamp, extinguishing the flame, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Snapped!"

Ting Zuo slapped the bewildered Ting Hou across the face with his left hand, cursing with lingering fear, "You idiot, you dared to burn the granary with a goose-foot lantern? There's a full 20,000 dan of millet here. Even if the Nanyang Jia family has tens of thousands of acres of farmland, a legacy accumulated over many years, you just listened to that idiot Jia Ziguang's orders and burned it down?"

Jia Ziguang is the patriarch of the Jia family in Nanyang.

There are many lynchings in the countryside.

When many common people did something wrong, the clan leaders would often punish them with lynching.

"you"

Ting Hou said in disbelief, "How dare you call the clan leader a mediocre dog? Aren't you afraid that the clan leader will punish you with lynching? Let me go quickly, otherwise, if you delay the clan leader's important business, I will take you to the Ting An at the Zhicheng Gate and lock you up with the executioners."

"Chief? Bah!"

Ting Zuo spat in his face and said disdainfully, "After today, he is no longer the head of my clan. When I take up a position as an official in the Chang'an government, Jia Ziguang should address me as head of my clan."

He gave a wink to his two cousins, who immediately took out the poison and poured it into Tinghou's mouth.

After a few breaths, Ting Hou lay on the sitting table and turned into a corpse.

Ting Zuo shook the sleeves of his black robe, carried his two-foot sword, and walked out of the granary. He looked at the vast sky outside and was in a good mood. "Since Jia Ziguang became the head of the gate pavilion, he has snatched the position of clan leader from another branch. If he can snatch it, so can I."

He waved his arms, laughed heartily, and said, "In this internal fight, I'm the one who has the last laugh, huh?"

Just when Tingzuo was feeling smug about being the winner of the internal strife.

A red-maned horse knocked open the door of the boudoir of the Jia family knight. Wei Guang, dressed in gorgeous clothes and holding an iron halberd with the word "卜" in his hand, rushed forward. He first knocked over the frontier commander with one halberd, cut off his neck, and turned him into a headless corpse on the spot.

The other Jia family knights were so frightened that they stood there in a daze, not daring to move.

Zhang Qian, out of anger, hacked several people to death.

"Haha, that's refreshing."

Wei Guang laughed, ignoring the blood that splattered on his fine clothes. His red-maned horse continued to charge forward, his iron halberd in hand. "Stupid thief, even after I cut off your right arm, you still refuse to behave. You're now obstructing my inspection of the granary. How dare you! I won't let you go this time."

Tingzuo stood blankly under the eaves of the millet warehouse.

The red-maned horse in his eyes grew bigger and bigger.

"puff!"

Wei Guang swung the iron halberd with the word "卜" in his hand with all his might, chopping off Ting Zuo's head, and a headless corpse appeared in the warehouse again.

(End of this chapter)