Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 342: Decent People Do Decent Things

Bai Jiawen glanced at his rebellious son hiding behind his wife, took a deep breath, suppressed his overwhelming anger, raised and lowered his clenched fists, feeling powerless as if hitting cotton.

If it weren't for the shameful things his rebellious son did, his Bai family would still be invincible today!
It’s a pity that we have missed the opportunity now. We can only deal with the rebels’ fast team first and get through today’s crisis.

Bai Jiawen instructed his trusted servants to prepare to "welcome" the fast team -

He told the people in the village that the Red Turban Army wanted to investigate the "taxation" issue, and anyone who had donated land or evaded or underpaid taxes in the past would not escape, forcing these people to stand with him.

This place is a marginal control area of ​​the rebels, and there is no time to publicize specific laws. Whether it is true or false depends entirely on him, the head of the Bai family.

This is what the gentry and wealthy families mean by their right to interpret public opinion.

He ordered his servants to keep an eye on the eldest young master and not let him escape. If necessary, he must use the power of the express team to hand over the young master Bai to prevent this woman from causing trouble.

Whether the crisis today is big or small depends on how we deal with it face to face.

After finishing all the arrangements, Bai Jiawen sat in the study and browsed the "codes" and "newspapers" about the traitors, hoping to find more points of communication.

……

The scorching sun was high in the sky. A tea stall stood on the bumpy official road, and two hundred armed men stopped their horses.

Lu Zhisen squinted his eyes and gazed far to the north. He still couldn't see any friendly troops. He turned to ask his teammates beside him, "Where are the 1,000 friendly troops you promised to send to help?"

"They're probably still on the march," another person said. "Ninety percent of the local garrison are NPCs. It would be great if they could be several times faster than the Ming army."

"That's right. We players are so efficient that NPCs can't even begin to compare." Lu Zhisen pondered for a moment. "Since our allies won't be arriving anytime soon, let's not wait and head straight into Baijiazhuang to arrest them."

As he said this, he kicked the horse's belly and galloped away into the distance, the galloping horse's hooves raising dust and mud.

They soon arrived at the foot of the earthen wall of Baijiazhuang.

The earthen wall of Baijiazhuang houses not only the Bai family members, guards and servants, but also many tenants and servants. It is equivalent to a small town.

As Lu Zhisen and his party approached the gate of the earthen enclosure, several servants armed with sticks and bows and arrows came over the wall to inquire about their identities.

The iron fist and red flag of the Red Turban Army are right in front of you, and you still want to ask about their identity?
Just as Lu Zhisen was about to open his mouth to denounce, a fellow player politely replied: they were the police force of the Red Turban Army, led by Captain Lu, and they were here to capture the criminals.

Lu Zhisen couldn't help laughing after hearing this, thinking that this kid was really making good use of his time to brush up on the data.

Polite conversation is an important way to enhance reputation and honor. Only by accumulating little by little in daily life can you cross the threshold of many props when you need them.

Perhaps it was the polite words that worked, or perhaps it was because the Bai family had instructed not to offend officials or yamen runners, the servant opened the door without thinking too much.

However, the door was opened, but the detectives did not rush in. Instead, they formed a circle in twos and threes and started playing finger-guessing games.

The low roars of rock-paper-scissors rang out one after another, and in the end, 70% of the players became winners.

The remaining 30% stayed outside the village to guard the horses and control the entrances and exits of the village.

War horses are expensive. No matter whether they are borrowed from the legion's public property or bought with your own money, you have to bear the loss if they are lost or killed.

Many players would rather die in battle than lose their horses and weapons and equipment.

After all, the character can be resurrected after death, but it would be a huge loss if weapons and equipment were lost and no one recovered them.

After seven "bloody battles" and finally winning, Lu Zhisen breathed a sigh of relief. It would have been embarrassing if the team leader had been left outside the village after the finger-guessing game. Fortunately, he escaped unharmed.

Lu Zhisen patted his chest, and the sound of armor plates colliding could be heard. "Let's go into the village!"

Even though it was their first time entering the village, Lu Zhisen and his group were not unfamiliar with it.

The tax collector had been here several times before and was familiar with the layout of the village. As long as you send a few words of "Please, bro" in the group, the other party will selflessly share a rough sketch with you, along with a few welfare pictures.

The sound of hurried footsteps rang out one after another. The tenant farmers and craftsmen along the way stopped their work and stared blankly at the more than one hundred murderous people walking forward.

As Lu Zhisen went deeper, the crooked and twisted houses and streets came into view. The huge gap between the rich and the poor was like the difference between white clouds and loess.

Countless Bai people seemed to smell danger and gathered together involuntarily to boost their courage.

When Lu Zhisen and his party arrived at the Bai family mansion, hundreds of servants and clansmen gathered from the opposite direction.

They were holding hoes, flails, and pitchforks, with hostile faces. They surrounded the player from the front and back, gradually surrounding him from all sides, like a surging river swallowing up a ruby.

Lu Zhisen looked around at the huge crowd and estimated that there were several hundred people surrounding the front and back passages.

They stared coldly at the players entering the casino, like hyenas hunting together, waiting for their prey to reveal a vulnerable backdoor.

All the players' hands began to tremble, and the corners of their mouths were almost twisted to their temples.

They were not afraid of being outnumbered, but were excited about how much merit they could gain if they fought.

No wonder it is said that the ancient armed conflicts were large-scale and powerful. For the first time, Lu Zhisen felt the oppression of being surrounded by nearly a thousand strong men.

If the surplus manpower of these clans and large villages were recruited and trained into millions of militiamen, how terrifying would China's combat power be?
Not to mention unifying Asia, even taking over the world is possible, right?
Bai Jiawen didn't know that Lu Zhisen was obsessed with conquering the world, and he thought his show of power worked and scared the detectives.

He pretended to be sick with a cold, led the housekeeper and a group of servants out of the mansion, and apologized repeatedly, "I have caught a cold recently and was unable to come to meet Lu Bantou. Please forgive me."

Bai Jiawen tried hard to put on a loving expression, as if he was still smiling dotingly at his noisy grandson.

Lu Zhisen waved his hand, interrupting the other party's performance. "No need for polite words. We are here today only to arrest the criminal Bai Siwen. Someone accused him of raping decent women and hiring murderers..."

Bai Jiawen felt as if he had been choked up. Before he could say anything, the butler beside him chimed in, "I watched my young master grow up. Although he has a bad temper, he would never dare to abduct a woman or kill someone for property. Is there any witness?"

"The witness is in Qingzhou. Just follow me to Qingzhou for a confrontation."

A smile flashed across Bai Jiawen's lips. The housekeeper also felt as if the master had patted him on the back, and immediately added, "This place is under the jurisdiction of Laizhou Prefecture. How can Qingzhou Prefecture have the authority to govern it?
Our Bai family is a well-established local family. For generations, we have lived in harmony with our neighbors, and even donated money and effort to build bridges and roads. Everyone knows the Bai family's reputation.

"Today a traitor comes and falsely accuses my young master. We'll go to court once, and then again tomorrow. That would be the end of our lives. Why don't you bring the witnesses and confront them in front of everyone? The truth will come out naturally."

"Get out!" "Corrupt officials, get out of Baijiazhuang!"

"A corrupt and lawless lackey!"

The tribesmen who were watching suddenly burst into angry curses. They raised the farm tools in their hands and roared loudly, as if they were making noise to drive away a group of timid wild horses.

Lu Zhisen completely ignored the roars coming from both sides and said coldly, "Are you teaching me how to do things?" The players around him had already drawn their swords.

Just as the two sides were on the verge of a conflict, Bai Jiawen shouted at the angry crowd, "Quiet!"

The originally noisy servants and clansmen suddenly quieted down, staring at Lu Zhisen and his gang with wide eyes.

"Palm mouth."

Bai Jiawen snorted coldly, and the butler beside him immediately raised his hand and slapped him like a loyal dog, once and twice, making a loud slapping sound.

"I'm sorry that I didn't discipline my students properly, which made Lu Bantou laugh..."

"You can't even manage your own son and employees. I think the one who deserves a slap the most is you, Bai Jiawen." Lu Zhisen's tone was stiff, as if he was deliberately trying to provoke the other party.

Bai Jiawen turned his head and made a look at the servant, secretly cursing these constables for being so fearless that they showed no fear at all even when surrounded by ten times their number of people. There was even a hint of excitement in his eyes and mouth.

Could it be that they have really practiced the "secret martial arts" as rumored, lost the seven emotions and six desires that ordinary people have, and turned into bloodthirsty puppets?

When the Bai family's servants retreated to the left and right, Bai Siwen, who was tied up and had a cloth stuffed in his mouth, was brought out.

"The murderer finally appeared."

But before the player could take over, the criminal's mother ran out crying, hugged Bai Jiawen's thighs, and cursed him for being so cruel that he sent his son away without even blinking.

If this falls into the hands of the Red Turban Army, even if he is innocent, he will be tortured to find out his crimes!

The old woman scolded Bai Jiawen for being incompetent. He had countless servants, but now he was being bullied by all kinds of people and couldn't even protect his own son.

If he doesn't protect her, then she, as her mother, will do it!

A sharp cry was heard, and the words of the victim emerged in Lu Zhisen's mind -

Someone helped Bai Siwen clean up the mess, and all the unjust cases vanished without a trace. Look at this old dog manipulating the male servants like an arm, and see how the shrew is extremely protective of her own shortcomings. Both of them are responsible.

Lu Zhisen immediately ordered that all those involved in the case be taken away, especially the old butler who deserved a beating.

At this moment, Bai Siwen saw his face had been torn, the cloth gag in his mouth had been removed by his mother, and a large number of armed tribesmen had gathered outside the door. He couldn't help but feel more confident and shouted confidently, "Father, how long are you going to endure this?"

"What's the matter? Do you, the Bai family, still dare to kill officials and rebel?" Lu Zhisen shouted at the strong men around him, "Then come on! Come if you have the guts!"

The servants formed a human wall in front of him, but Bai Jiawen was annoyed by everyone's shouting.

Normally, he was the well-known Mr. Bai in the local area, and everyone had to give him some face, but today the shrew tore his face, and the fast-moving troopers tore apart his dignity.

In just one day, Bai Jiawen lost all his face!

His old body couldn't stop shaking. What he was thinking about in his mind was not the "honest judge", but how he had offended the rebels?
It’s not enough for them to arrest Bai Siwen, they also want to arrest all the people in charge of the Bai family!

He always prepared enough tributes and gifts for the officials, but these rough guys didn't want them and even accused him of being scheming. How could they vent their anger on him?

He was always tolerant of the officials, sold a large amount of land at a low price to respond to the policy of the bandit army, and paid the summer tax in full at a high level this year.

Even though the Bai family members complained bitterly, he still suppressed his anger and did not allow them to vent. He even temporarily abolished some "clan rules" and "family laws" that did not suit the bandit army's wishes.

If he took a step back, the Red Scarf Bandits would take two steps forward.

They kept pressing him step by step, making things difficult for him in every way. Today there was a new law, tomorrow there was a new rule, and new laws were countless. They forbade this and that, and they also wanted to interfere with the clan’s family rules and dictate everything.

You Red Turban bandits have implemented so many brutal laws. Aren't you afraid of being scolded by history books for ten thousand years?

The ordinary "imperial power reaching the county" has already made the gentry very unhappy. Now the Red Turban bandits want to "bring imperial power to the countryside". How much chaos do they want to make in the world?

He was actually going to destroy the Bai family's several generations of inheritance just for a lowly poor guy. How could a mere untouchable compare to how many people there were in the Bai family?
Bai Jiawen finally understood that the rebels' so-called punishment of the people was fake. The real purpose was to punish the gentry in the name of the common people and embezzle their family property of several generations.

Rather than being captured by the bandits and having the Bai family’s property taken away, it’s better to give it a try and fight them!
The thought of killing the bandits suddenly made the world seem wider. Bai Jiawen's eyes flashed, and the blood in his body seemed to surge. He tried his best to squeeze out the blood and roared, "The Red Scarf Bandits have gone too far. Let's fight them!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Bai family servants and clansmen seemed to have released their souls from a forbidden spell, and they all howled and shouted, shrinking the encirclement.

Bai Siwen burst into laughter, thinking that his father had finally regained his former majesty.

After saying this, Bai Jiawen felt extremely refreshed, as if he had removed a sharp thorn embedded in the sole of his foot.

He originally thought that the arrogant Lu Bantou would kneel down and beg for mercy because of the siege.

Unexpectedly, the begging scene did not happen. Lu Zhisen and his party actually laughed as if they heard a funny joke.

Especially the leader, Lu Zhisen, who even had the leisure to push aside his hair and take a deep breath of fresh air, "Finally took the bait, hahahaha..."

Bai Jiawen was shocked, thinking to himself that were the vulgar and arrogant words that Lu Bantou had just said all these were a trap set to induce him to break his endurance limit and force him to rebel?
But they only had more than a hundred people, how could they defeat the more than a thousand angry servants of the Bai family?

The players saw changes happening above the heads of all the weapon bearers around them, like pieces of yellow paper being soaked in blood, transforming into bright red roses.

"A new red name is born—" the creepy words like the whisper of a demon sounded.

The battle-hardened players were like ugly demons stepping into the weak human world, their wild laughter overflowing with greedy saliva, their necks and limbs trembling with extreme excitement.

The mallet hit his head hard, and only the helmet made a dull sound. Lu Zhisen didn't feel any pain at all, and even grinned. "Didn't you eat? Use more force!"

Lu Zhisen took the lead, picked up his weapon and chopped it diagonally, just like a kitchen knife chopping beef bones, and chopped it down on the servant.

Blood spurted two feet away, and the servant screamed. The wooden hammer in his hand fell to the ground, and his whole body quickly went limp. The berserker's ferocious smile was reflected in his wide-open eyes.

(End of this chapter)