Speaking of the other side, Wang Qian was really angry when he was tied up to the mountains and asked some inexplicable words.

But what can I do? If someone had attacked in the dark before, then those two times in the mountains and forests were really capable.

But if you can't even get a move under someone's hands, there is no excuse to find.

It was already midnight when the storyteller limped back to the village with tears flowing.

The exhausted scout applied some medicine, washed his eyes, and then lay down on the bed.

The next day, when the storyteller looked like a rabbit, he made everyone laugh.

Wang Qian was not bothered, but was a little disappointed.

Because the man with a fierce face never came to listen to the book again.

Do you want to miss it?

I couldn't help but feel some pity in my heart.

Such talents are excellent even if they are not saints, but soliciting their families.

It’s a pity that this is a fool, and he can’t even understand the future of being a marquis and a prime minister.

No wonder the elderly at home often say that the rich think about the coming year, and the poor see them.

If you don’t have enough vision, it’s useless to say anything.

I only sigh that he had a heavy task this time, otherwise he would have to hold the other party and have a long talk several times.

He gently patted the awakened wood in his hand on the table, Wang Qian cleared his throat and began to tell the story of the Dragon and Snake Saint Lord again.

But people are all fond of the old and old. Although Wang Qian is really good at telling it, there are only a few stories that everyone can't stand.

Especially some of the people who have listened to several events have already started to work off the stage.

If it were an ordinary storyteller, you would not have to change your story quickly.

After all, the attitude of listening to the guest is directly related to the income of the storyteller.

But Wang Qian was not in a hurry at all. He just told those stories every day, regardless of whether people like to listen or not.

As a result, in just three days, there were fewer and fewer customers in the theater.

The face of the storyteller is getting worse and worse.

"Sir, your book is actually quite good, but there are too few stories, otherwise I will change it tomorrow?"

Seeing that his income was getting worse, the tea official in the theater also advised Wang Qian, but before he finished speaking, he was driven out.

Everyone said that the storyteller's face became worse because the business was reduced. Only Wang Qian himself knew that his anger was because the gentry in Huangxi Village was ignorant of admiration!

As the saying goes, "It's a poor man and a rich man." Although a talented guy like Gouwa is rare, he is not Wang Qian's established goal.

On the contrary, those local gentry are the real people worthy of recruitment.

You should know that in a place like Qizhou, if you want to protect an industry without a certain amount of force, it is a dream.

Therefore, every local gentry can be simply regarded as a small violent gang.

Moreover, these people have a good influence locally. As long as you recruit a few secretly, you can complete the strategy of the whole place.

But he never expected that all the gentry in Huangxi Village would be so cunning!

During these three days, at least one gentry envoy came to the door every night.

All his words were about admiration for the Dragon and Snake Holy Lord, and he prepared a piece of food, both big and small, saying that he would support the Holy Lord's great cause.

In addition, it also shows how harsh the court was to treat them, how the lord of Chongming City was not a human being, and how he exploited them.

As long as the Holy King's army approaches, they will definitely respond loudly.

The sincere words and sincere tone of Wang Qian's family would have almost believed it if he had not been from the Wang Qian family and was well aware of this!

What's the fucking thing about the Holy Lord as a passing bandit and a robber who beat Qiu Feng?

I thought that saying a few good words and giving some gold and silver would leave a way out for myself and not offend both sides?

After seeing off the last gentry envoy in Huangxi Village, Wang Qian stood on the empty stage, feeling the usual fireworks in Huangxi Village, and laughed furiously.

On the fourth day, the storyteller who only knows how to tell the story of the Dragon and Snake Saint Lord disappeared.

The villagers of Huangxi didn’t find it strange. After all, storytellers are like this. They are tired of listening to Huangxi Village, and they just need to change the village, which is a new story.

The villagers who were tired of the Dragon and Snake Saint Lord all said that the storytellers who were in trouble had left. Who would have thought that this seemingly harmless gentleman did not leave, but instead entered the Langshan where the people of Qizhou were afraid of talking.

It is better to walk on the Soul Lock Bridge than to go to the Langshan Road.

As the border between the Ming and Qi countries, no matter which big bandit is, as long as they commit major events at home, they usually hide in Langshan.

Over time, this place has become the root of the bandits and strong men, and all merchants are disgusted.

Especially the Xu brothers in the Langshan Village, who have been entrenched in Langshan for many years and have a great reputation.

He was recruited by Qi and Ming countries many times, and the 24 caves of the three mountains were all headed by Langshan Village, and his reputation was extremely famous.

Especially the second leader of Langshan Village, he is called Living Yama. Legend has it that this person is the reincarnation of Yama in the underworld. He is eight feet tall and has to eat the hearts of a pair of boys and girls for a meal.

At this time, Wang Qian stood in front of the second leader of the Langshan Village who was known as the Living Yan Luo in Qizhou.

"Thousands of families are looking forward to it, and finally I have come to see the teacher. Please, please invite me. My brother has prepared good wine and good dishes in the village, so I'm waiting for the teacher!"

The burly man with a mouthful of heart-protecting hair was inconsistent with the rumored fierce appearance. His flattering appearance was like a turtle slave in a brothel in a big city.

The wolf mountain cubs on both sides had never seen Xu Liao like this, and they even guessed the origin of the person.

Wang Qian was not surprised at all. He walked directly past Xu Liao with his hands on his back and went straight up the mountain.

A scholar walked calmly in the Langshan Village, and this scene naturally attracted the attention of the boys in the mountains.

As the largest bandit nest in Qizhou, Langshan Village is famous.

If the boys who were looking for the mountain were put outside, they would be all fierce people who could scare the child to cry, but in the Langshan Village, they would all be willing to be low and small.

After all, snakes have snake paths, and magpies have magpies’ bridges.

Especially the bandits who dare to kill people with anger are all brave men.

The ability to suppress these people is to be submissive, which shows the ability of the two brothers of the Xu family.

Wang Qian looked at it all the way and was secretly admiring in his heart.

If you think of talent as a bandit, then their Xu family is considered natural material.

Now, what the Saint Lord needs most is a guy like the Xu brothers who have a foundation and are obedient!

Compared with the persuasion work in Huangxi Village, the process of recruiting these bandits is a highlight.

After agreeing to the other party's only condition to bring the bandits in Langshan alone into an army, the rest of the treatment was given according to the same standards.

In this way, the two brothers of the Xu family thanked each other very much. The gentry in Huangxi Village was so ungrateful.

After a fierce drink, Wang Qian went to bed with fatigue.
Chapter completed!