Turbulent Times Chapter 272: Magic Encounter

Not only that, but raising a concubine also costs a lot of money, food, clothing, housing, jewelry, makeup, and a maid to serve, which costs at least sixty or seventy yuan a month. Jia Yahui is a bit unable to make ends meet. There is more than enough heart but not enough strength.

In the past few days, Jia Yahui has been thinking about how to get Jiang Yishan to reward him with a sum of money. Although Jiang Yishan lives a simple life, he is not short of money. As long as he wants to reward him, he must contribute.

Jia Yahui had something on his mind, so his riding speed gradually slowed down.

"Mr. Jia!"

Suddenly someone called him, Jia Yahui turned his head, and saw a simple-looking big man standing by the side of the road, with dark skin and strong tendon glistening in the sun, with a kind of reverence and inferiority in his eyes.

Jia Yahui likes this feeling very much. He is thin and small, and the fear of this kind of strong man makes him feel extremely superior. He squints his slender eyes and asks: "What do you want from me?"

The man scratched the back of his head, showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled honestly: "The villain is blacksmith Dou from West Street. My father is going to celebrate his birthday. I want to ask my husband to write a calligraphy and painting for me. The villain will give him fifty dai to embellish the brush." .”

Jia Yahui couldn't remember who Blacksmith Dou was on the West Street, but the embellishment pen for fifty tangs made his heart skip a beat. Normally, when he wrote a letter for others, it was only a few dongs at most, but this person was willing to give fifty tangs, maybe It also includes portraits, but even for portraits, 50 dong is very generous, so he smiled happily: "I admire filial people the most. Since you respect your father, then I will help you. Where are you?"

"It's in my shop. Father is old and can't come. Please get in the car, Mr. Jia."

Jia Yahui had seen a large and gorgeous carriage by the side of the road a long time ago, and it turned out that he was inviting himself. Although it was a bit extravagant for a blacksmith to hire such a carriage, Jia Yahui thought that it was the sincerity of the blacksmith Jia. If he didn't sit, It's a pity.

"Okay! You ride my horse."

Jia Yahui got off the horse and happily got into the carriage, but before he could get into the carriage, an arm like iron pincers strangled him and dragged him into the carriage. Jia Yahui couldn't make a sound at all. Po Ma blocked his mouth, he was terrified, and through the car window, he saw Dou Tiejiang again. At this time, the simple and honest expression on Dou Tiejiang's face had disappeared, and he became extremely cold and fierce. Jia Yahui groaned in his throat, thinking what? Is there a reason to write a calligraphy and painting with fifty hanging coins?

…

Blindfolded, Jia Yahui was drowsy all the way, and after a while, he finally stopped. His eyes were blindfolded, and he didn't know where he was?

The carriage was parked in a yard, and two big men lifted Jia Yahui out of the car like chickens. The rope strangled Jia Yahui's bones and almost broke him, and Jia Yahui screamed in pain.

"Huang Zitao, Lord Hou said that he can be untied."

Jia Yahui heard someone call 'Hou Ye', he thought for a moment, and couldn't help crying inwardly, he already understood who had captured him, and this one actually started off him, Jia Yahui felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

The rope was loosened, and he was taken into a room. Immediately, the blindfold was taken off, and his vision was blurred. After a while, he gradually returned to normal. He saw a young man with a well-proportioned figure sitting in front of him. Slender, his eyes were as deep as a dream, and there was an indescribable majesty in his eyes.

With a thud, Jia Yahui fell to his knees facing Wang Junlin, resisting the fear in his heart, and said respectfully: "The villain Jia Yahui pays homage to Lord Hou."

"It's useful for you to recognize me so quickly, get up and sit down!"

This young man is of course Wang Junlin, his tone was gentle, which made Jia Yahui calm down a little, and he realized that he was in an empty room, the roof was lighted and covered with oil tiles, this is a typical Zhangye city Ordinary dwellings.

Wang Junlin looked gentle, but there was a circle of burly men standing around him, all bare-chested, muscular, black hair curled up on their chests, and fierce-looking. However, what really frightened Jia Yahui was an old man. This old man was pale and almost bloodless, and his body was almost skinny, but his head was extremely large. At this time, he was sitting in a very comfortable posture. Jia Yahui When he came in, he only opened his eyelids, glanced at the other party with faintly green eyes, and picked up the flagon on the table to drink, but this glance scared Jia Yahui half to death.

This old man is naturally a bug demon.

Wang Junlin waved his hand, and a big man put a bowl of buttermilk in front of Jia Yahui. The latter took a sip from the bowl with trembling hands, suppressing the fear in his heart, not daring to look at the insect monster again, and asked, "Hou What does the Lord need a villain to do?"

Wang Junlin smiled, and with a wave of his hand, two soldiers came forward carrying two large copper plates, which were full of yellow gold ingots, and there were as many as one hundred taels of gold in the plates. A large plate of gold ingots was placed in front of him, and the bright red light made him unable to open his eyes.

Jia Yahui quickly calculated in his mind that one hundred taels of gold was worth more than ten thousand taels, ten thousand taels! His heart began to heat up. If he had 10,000 yuan, how many concubines could he marry?

The corner of Jia Yahui's mouth twitched, 'Gudu! ’ Once, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the greedy luster emerging from the bones in the eyes could no longer be restrained, and the greed of human nature was fully exposed at this time.

Wang Junlin sneered in his heart, the news that Wu Si had inquired in the stronghold in Zhangye City was indeed correct, this Jia Yahui was lustful and greedy for money, and he did not hesitate to betray his master for a hundred taels of gold.

However, buying gold alone was not enough. Some people took the money and then sold themselves.

"Daddy!" A boy's voice came from the yard. When Jia Yahui turned his head, he saw his beloved youngest son appearing in the yard. Jia Yahui had four sons in total. The youngest son is eleven years old, and this is his eleven-year-old son.

Jia Yahui's face changed drastically, he stood up abruptly, but Huang Zitao beside him forced him to sit down.

"Please Lord Hou spare my family..."

Jia Yahui's face was flushed, and he knelt down on the ground again, begging Wang Junlin bitterly.

Wang Junlin smiled lightly and said: "Mr. Jia, don't worry, I just need a hostage, as long as you do one thing for me, I will never hurt your son."

Smiling slightly, Wang Junlin slowly pushed the gold towards him, "You can choose. If you don't want to do it, I won't force you. If you give the gold to others, your son will return it to you in the future. If you want this gold, then you should try your best to get things done for me, and you can choose yourself!"

Jia Yahui stared at the golden gold in front of him, and greed once again occupied his heart. At this moment, Jiang Yishan's trust and support for him over the past few years have become insignificant. Money has defeated loyalty. .

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