Nanyang Storm 1864

Chapter 122: Kick the Iron Plate (4th day of -word update, continue to ask for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets for support.)
"Gentlemen, it's all easy to talk about. Please be patient. Please give me some time to report back. This is a matter of such importance that I cannot make the decision."

"Bullshit! You're too young to try this on a man. Come on, go in and smash this store."

"Master Beizi, there's no need to be so aggressive. Our master has a strong background to be able to open this shop. How could he allow himself to be manipulated by others?"

"Well... if you're a brave man, stick your head out here and see if I can chop it off with one blow and still be fine."

"Master Beizi, what are you doing..."

While they were arguing, Bamubulshan, a member of Zuo Zong who came hurriedly, shouted loudly.

Taking advantage of the moment of distraction, he quickly walked to the front of Lord Babutai and separated him from Dong Huanzhang. The shopkeeper Dong Qifa, who followed behind him, was running breathlessly.

Seeing that he had finally caught up, he stopped.

Babutai saw someone coming from the clan house, and there was no surprise on his face. He dug his ear with his little finger with the jeweled ring and said nonchalantly;
"Sixth uncle, it's not a big deal. I'm just annoyed by a small official in front of me. I'm going to teach him a lesson and let this country bumpkin know that it's not easy to survive in the capital."

The Eight Banners in Beijing are all distant relatives, and anyone with a name and surname can be related, the only difference is the degree of closeness.

Zuo Zongren Bamubulshan knew that this Beizi Lord Babutai was a difficult person and it was not worth it to offend this reckless guy.

Then he turned around and scolded his two followers:
"Wakda, Tabai, tell me, did you two instigate this? It's almost the end of the year, are you trying to find something for the clan affairs office to do? Well, I see you've got too much money to burn, are you planning to deduct salaries again?"

He is picking on the weak. Wakda and Tabai are both red belts, and they are idle and idle members of the royal family. The clan affairs office can easily take advantage of them.

These idle royal family members rely on the loyal dealers to make a living. If they are fined three months' salary, they will definitely be more obedient than anyone else. It is not a pleasant feeling to be hungry.

Tabai stiffened his neck and yelled, "Don't try to scare me. In the capital, not every country bumpkin can establish his authority. Besides...what business do you have here?"

"Go ahead and punish me, I'm going to smash this shabby shop today." Wakda was also a bully. The more people tried to stop him, the more excited he became. He waved his hand fiercely at the more than 10 slaves behind him and shouted:
"Follow me if you have balls in your pants. Anyone who dares to stop me will be chopped to pieces. Smash this lousy shop. Tonight, when Old Zhengyuan is having a drink and a meal, come and get him."

The slaves responded loudly, drew out the iron bars and knives they were carrying, and rushed forward, starting to smash the store.

Dong Huanzhang took a few quick steps back, his face darkening as he ordered, "Form a formation, defend."

More than ten strong men rushed out from the corner gate, each holding a wooden stick as thick as an egg in one hand and a large bamboo hat in the other. They formed groups of three to block the door of the shop.

The four burly men in black who were originally at the door of the store were all standing by with their arms folded on their chests, watching coldly. They didn't take these street thugs seriously at all, and their expressions were full of contempt.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, they started fighting fiercely with a "crackling" sound.

"Stop it, stop hitting me, this is outrageous!" Zuo Zongren Bamubulshan shouted loudly, but no one listened to him.

At this moment

The wide streets of Dongjiao Minxiang were crowded with people inside and outside. The court officials who came to watch the fun were just like the common people at the bottom. They were gossipy and loved to join in the fun. This was the perfect topic of conversation.

The slaves brought by Babutai rushed forward quickly, but were defeated even faster. They were beaten to the ground, covering their hands and feet and crying out in pain.

These strong men in black who rushed out from the corner gate were extremely ruthless. After defending against the attack, they focused on hitting the enemy's head and limb joints.

The wooden stick from the goose egg whipped over with a whistling sound, and then there was a series of "pa pa pa pa pa..." sounds that made one's scalp numb, accompanied by broken bones and screams, and in a blink of an eye these slaves were lying on the ground.

After just two or three encounters, they were all crippled.

"This……"

Zuo Zongren Bamubulshan's face turned black. He knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully and it was a big trouble.

Sure enough, Beiziye Babutai watched his men being beaten to a pulp in just a few encounters. He was so angry that his face turned blue and twitched violently twice, feeling his face being trampled on the ground.

"Those who dare to hit me, fine, fine... just wait for me, you will all die."

He shouted in frustration, then walked over and kicked his servant, cursing, "You're a worthless piece of shit, can you please get up?"

"Master, my leg is broken, help!"

"You might as well die here, you bunch of rubbish!" Beiziye Babutai turned around and walked away, cursing as he went.
"You're such a bastard, Tabai! Go to the palace and get someone. Take my name card and go to the Infantry Commander's Office and get someone. I'm going to punish these country bumpkins today and show them how much the Horse King has to offer."

He strode forward and ran straight towards a dashing young man on horseback, with two teams of running followers following behind him.

Seeing that the horse was about to hit him, Babutai was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly and screamed.

Rushing until he was close, the heroic young man suddenly pulled the reins of his horse.

The mount neighed and stopped hastily, raising its front hooves high, almost stepping on Babutai's head, frightening him so much that he fell to the ground.

This embarrassing scene drew a burst of laughter from the crowd, with shouts of "good" and "one more" echoing one after another. This was what it meant to watch the fun without fear of trouble.

The man who came was Zheng Guohui. He jumped off his horse, clasped his hands in greeting to the men of all ages who were watching, and said loudly:

"My dear men, I am Zheng Guohui, the Deputy General of Jiangnan. I am temporarily borrowing this precious land in the capital to do some small business to supplement our family income.

I want to come
The capital is at the foot of the imperial city, the best place, so there is no reason to rob in broad daylight."

Speaking of here
He then turned around and looked at Beiziye Babutai, who had climbed up from the ground in a panic, and said in a loud voice with a sneer, "Beiziye, you are of noble status, and your words and actions represent the face of the court. You must not act recklessly and dishonor your ancestors.

Aren't you just robbing me for money?

So, I give you three choices;

The first rule is to sign the life and death document, pick up the knife on the ground and fight me, and you can bring your follower with you.

I have fought in hundreds of battles over the years and have beheaded hundreds of people. I would like to meet the men in the capital to see if they are as fierce as they say.
Second, I will wait here for two hours, no matter how many people you can find.

One hundred or two hundred is not too little, five hundred or one thousand is not too much. I will take these 80 men with me to take it.

If you can defeat us, we will give you this shop facade and an additional 2 taels of silver as tea money.

If you have the ability to take my head, then you can do as you please and I will have no complaints.

If you don't want to do the first two things, then we can each find a way to meet each other.

"You keep mentioning the Infantry Commander's Office, so I don't think we need to go to that trouble. Let's go directly to Prince Gong's mansion and ask His Majesty to make the judgment on the merits of this matter. What do you think?"

“Good…” “Good man…” “As it should be…”

From time to time, the crowd of onlookers burst into cheers and applause, making the atmosphere even more lively, just like watching a big play.

This conflict now is even more exciting than a big drama.

The people coming and going in Dongjiaomin Lane are not ordinary people. This is the place where the six ministries and five government offices come to do their work. Ordinary people have nothing to do, so who would come here to hang out?
Although these low-level officials could not afford to offend the Beizi Lord, they were no match for the two idle red-belt officials of the royal family. Moreover, they enjoyed watching the fun and were not afraid of trouble, so they were particularly enthusiastic in making a fuss.

Beiziye Babutai and Tabai were surrounded in the field, surrounded by strong men who were staring at them with murderous intent in their eyes, which could not be concealed at all, putting them under great pressure.

The booing sounds coming from outside made Babutai's face turn blue and red. He was so embarrassed that he wished there was a crack in the ground so he could crawl into it.

Bamubulshan, a member of the Zuo clan, saw the opportunity and quickly stepped forward to rebuke him righteously.

"Tabai, you bastard!

Do you know your crime of instigating the prince to do evil things every day?
Why don’t you send Master Beizi back home quickly? Things are not going to end so well today. Go back and wait.

You and Wakda caused trouble in the street, which brought disgrace to the imperial court. I order you two to be arrested and brought to the clan office for questioning and await the punishment of the clan leader.

I guarantee that this time you will be skinned alive if you don’t die.”

At this time, Bamubulshan straightened his back, exerted his official authority to the fullest, and scolded with saliva flying.

He secretly gave a wink to Beiziye Babutai;

Stop making trouble, my dear. A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. Let’s retreat quickly.

Beiziye Babutai had a sullen face and walked out with Tabai in silence.

It's obvious that you're not going to get any good results today, so don't embarrass yourself here.

After walking a few steps, they stopped because the men who were surrounding them with murderous eyes did not move away and stared at them with murderous eyes.

"Killing people is not enough, what else do you want?" Beiziye Babutai was obviously lacking in confidence, and still stiffened his neck and spoke harshly.

Zheng Guohui stared at him deeply and said, "You have so many employees here. Don't leave them in front of my shop and block the business. I will send them to the clan residence for Master Beizi later. Don't forget to pick them up." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and waved.

His plainclothes followers dressed as personal soldiers all rushed out of an alley, leaving Beiziye Babutai and Tabai to leave in a hurry with their heads lowered, with waves of boos and laughter coming from behind them.

Today I kicked a hard wall and broke all the bones in my leg.

Since Zheng Guohui had arrived, he exchanged a few words with Bamubulshan, and ordered his men to carry these slaves with broken hands and feet onto the carriage. He gave each of them 10 taels of silver as medical expenses, and sent them back home.

Bamubulshan couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised, "Okay, Master Zheng, you are really particular."

"Thank you for your kind words. My clan's Zheng family business is open in the capital. We believe in making money through harmony. I will not offend others unless they offend me. Fighting and killing are all part of the Jianghu."

"Your words are clear and to the point. We at the clan clan office will reprimand these people. The others are easy to deal with, except for this Beiziye Babutai..."

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you. I will report this matter to Prince Gong."

"That's good, that's good. It's not easy for the people below us to do our job. I can't afford to offend them!"

The streets were quickly cleared and the injured were sent away. The low-level officials who were still gathered in line looked at "Nanfeng Hall" with different eyes again.

After this incident

The reputation of Nanfengtang was completely spread throughout the capital. Everyone knew that the Zheng family had a strong foundation. Even the prince himself could not break it and ended up losing all his face.

(Reporting on the results. The day before yesterday, I received a total of 22 monthly votes. It should be because the author updated late, which is my fault. Yesterday, I received 36 monthly votes. Thank you very much. This has given the author Grape Jun a boost of energy and I will continue to immerse myself in writing and updating.)
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