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Chapter 532 Nobody knew it was lychees that had arrived.

Yuhang, which was established as Yuhang Prefecture during the Tang Dynasty and is now known as Hangzhou during the Song Dynasty, was the most populous prefecture in Jiangnan, with a population of 300,000 and more than 200,000 households. It was one of the four major commercial ports of the Song Dynasty.

More than a thousand heroes flocked to Yuhang, and the local area had the capacity to accommodate them. Wang Jin brought Shi Jin to Yuhang, and apart from the venue for the heroes' gathering, everything else could be arranged simply by paying money.

The governor of Hangzhou looked troubled.

You should know that those who come to Yuhang are not ordinary people, but martial arts heroes who can take on many opponents at once, and there are thousands of troublemakers.

The prefect looked at the men he could command; it took three or five of them to hold off one strong man. If they all attacked together, they would just be easy prey.

"Great hero Wang Jin, could you please find another place to hold the heroes' gathering? Our Yuhang pond is too small to accommodate so many out-of-towners!" the Hangzhou prefect pleaded with Wang Jin.

"Your Excellency, there is no need to be afraid. With me, Wang Jin, here, no one will dare to act recklessly."

"Don't call a petty person a grown-up. Petty people are incompetent and cowardly, and they are not fit to be grown-ups."

"Hehe." Wang Jin chuckled.

"Listen to me."

"Have my disciple Shi Jin and the people you appoint set up a table at the entrance to Yuhang City, raise the flag of the Heroes' Gathering, and have all the heroes of the martial world register at the table and give them a wooden identification tag."

"When the Heroes' Gathering is held, only those with a registered identity card can join."

"If someone causes trouble, their identity card can be used to identify them."

The prefect nodded thoughtfully. In any case, it wasn't his decision that was made; it was Wang Jin's. If anything went wrong, he wasn't primarily responsible.

“Those heroes are used to being free and cannot stand being restrained. I’m afraid they won’t follow your arrangements, Master Wang Jin. Not to mention that many of them may be wanted criminals by the imperial court,” the prefect reminded Wang Jin.

"whatever."

“I have a friend who committed the same crime as you described, but the fault of his crime lies with that dead man, who truly deserved to die.”

"..."

The prefect didn't want to say anything more.

He and Wang Jin were from two different worlds.

Wang Jin saw the world clearly in black and white, while the prefect saw it as a chaotic black.

Wang Jin's moral judgment is also the people's judgment of good and evil, while the prefect's judgment is based on fame and fortune, which is itself heavily influenced by personal subjectivity.

The next day, Shi Jin and the constables sent by the government set up several tables at the foot of the city gate, hung up the banner of the Heroes' Gathering, and waited for people to come and register.

On the first day of registration, Shi Jin fell asleep on the table. There was no one there except for a few people standing far away watching the excitement.

The next day, several children ran up to Shi Jin and asked if they could participate in the Heroes' Gathering. Shi Jin dismissed them with a few pieces of candy.

On the third day, a group of children surrounded Shi Jin asking for candy. Since no one came to register with him, Shi Jin took the children to play in front of the city gate.

Shi Jin set up his table at the foot of the South Gate, where there were fewer heroes from the south than from the west or north.

On the fifth day, a tall, thin man with delicate features came to the table.

"What is the connection between this place and the Heroes' Gathering?" the tall, thin man asked Shi Jin.

"Are you here to attend the Heroes' Gathering?" Shi Jin asked.

"Of course we're here to participate in the Heroes' Gathering, otherwise why would we be here to sail?"

"You came from the south?" Shi Jin asked.

"Why, it doesn't look like it?"

"No, I just noticed you were carrying some unfamiliar fruit and wanted to know what kind of fruit it was from the south," Shi Jin said to the tall, thin man.

"Haha, this is your first time seeing it, and it's my first time eating it too."

"This thing is called lychee, the same lychee that Yang Guifei wanted to eat in the storyteller's tales!" the skinny man said.

"I came to the Heroes' Gathering, but I didn't have anything to offer, so I went to the southernmost part of the country and brought back some lychees."

"Why are these lychees still dripping water?" After exchanging only a few words, Wang Jin noticed that the water seeping from the bamboo basket the skinny man had placed on the ground had soaked a patch of ground.

“I used ice to keep them fresh, but now four or five days have passed and the ice has gradually melted. I need to find some more ice to keep these two baskets of lychees frozen.”

"Four or five days? You traveled over a thousand miles?"

"Where is your horse?" Shi Jin asked.

"At this."

The tall, thin man chuckled and patted his thighs, then stuck two paper horses on them.

Paper horses, also known as paper horses.

"The Swift Traveler, Dai Zong!"

"It was Dai Zong, the Divine Traveler!!"

Shi Jin carved an identity plaque for Dai Zong and handed it to Dai Zong with both hands.

"So you can't enter the Heroes' Gathering without this identity plaque?" Dai Zong looked at the identity plaque that Shi Jin had made for him on the spot, a smile hidden in his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid that others will copy it?" Dai Zong asked.

"My name is Shi Jin, the Nine-Tattooed Dragon, and my master is Wang Jin, the Great Hero of the Southern Wild Goose. We have our own ways of distinguishing the real from the fake. If someone can really make a fake identity plaque that fooled us, my master and I will be overjoyed!" Shi Jin replied with a smile.

"Has the great hero Nan Yan arrived? Where is he? I'd like to pay him a visit beforehand," Dai Zong said.

"These lychees should be given to the great hero Wang Jin first."

"no need."

"My master is currently busy building the venue for the Heroes' Gathering and can't get away," Shi Jin said, making excuses.

“The site is still under construction? I’ll go and help out as a laborer,” Dai Zong said.

"Wait a minute."

“It would be a waste of your talents to just make you a laborer, wouldn’t it?” Shi Jin said.

"I, Shi Jin, have something I'd like to ask Dai Yingxiong for your help with."

"Just tell me," Dai Zong patted his chest.

"Could you tell the heroes you know about the wooden identification plaques and ask them to come to the South Gate? Otherwise, it will delay the proceedings on the day of the Heroes' Gathering," Shi Jin said.

"no problem."

“With this sign, Dai Yingxiong, you can show it to the shops where you can eat and stay. You won’t have to pay for your accommodation and meals; they’ll all be on our tab,” Shi Jin said.

"We don't need the help of Hero Wang Jin. The other heroes and I all brought our own money."

"Does Dai Yingxiong know a saying?" Shi Jin asked.

"What?"

"Even a hero can be brought down by a single penny," Shi Jin said.

"Hahahaha!!" Dai Zong burst into laughter.

"Ok."

"Then thank you very much for your kindness, Brother Shi and Hero Wang Jin."

Dai Zong carefully hung his identity plaque on his belt, picked up two baskets of lychees, and turned to enter the city.

Dai Zong helped Shi Jin out. Not long after Dai Zong left, some heroes from the martial arts world came to the South Gate to register with Shi Jin and have their identity tags made.

Shi Jin used magnetic field power to mark the identity on the identity tag to ensure accuracy.

(End of this chapter)