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Chapter Two The First Drop of Blood (2)

After coming out of the bank, the bank was closed. After the middle-aged man closed the door, he bowed his hand to Zhang Jianliang and left.

No more asked Zhang Jianliang what to do with his gold.

Zhang Jianliang did not leave and continued to stand in front of the bank. He believed that it would not take long for someone to ask him about gold.

Sure enough, less than a stick of incense, a man wearing a sheepskin jacket came to him in the summer and whispered: "Twelve gold, eleven silver coins."

Zhang Jianliang said: "I want thirteen."

The man sneered and said, "Eleven is better than being confiscated by the government."

Zhang Jianliang said: "You are not like someone who can exchange my gold."

The man spit on the ground and said: "Whether the man in the northwest has money is not based on his clothes, but on his ability. If you don't sell it to us, you will have no land. In the end, the gold is mine."

Zhang Jianliang smiled silently.

"So you are ready to rob, have you ever thought about the consequences of robbing Imperial soldiers?"

The man smiled and said, "This is the Great Gobi."

Zhang Jianliang looked around and said, "Are you going to rob here? You might not be able to do it alone, right?"

The man raised his hand to pat on Zhang Jianliang’s shoulder, but Zhang Jianliang avoided him. After taking a blank shot, the man looked at Zhang Jianliang and said, “A soldier like you has already killed one of the soldiers. I heard that the corpse was left on the Gobi. There is only one shoe left... that's miserable, don't leave Jiayuguan if you have the ability."

After watching the man in sheepskin jacket leave, Zhang Jianliang squatted in place and continued to wait.

After another stick of incense, the man in the sheepskin jacket returned and said to Zhang Jianliang, "Master Dao wants to see you."

Zhang Jianliang finally laughed. His teeth were very white and his smile was brilliant, but the man in the sheepskin jacket had some palpitations inexplicably.

Soon, he knew that there was something wrong, because Zhang Jianliang had already pinched his throat and lifted him up.

He wanted to yell, but couldn't say a word, and then Zhang Jianliang was smashed to the ground. He heard the sound of his fracture, his throat just relaxed, and he howled like a pig.

Zhang Jianliang's eyes were cold, and when he raised his foot, he stepped on the other leg of the man in the sheepskin jacket.

The double pain caused the man in the sheepskin jacket to grunt and fainted.

Zhang Jianliang took out a body from his backpack and tied it to one foot of the man in a sheepskin jacket, and dragged him to the left bazaar.

The broken leg was pulled hard by the rope, and the man in the sheepskin coat woke up again in pain. He was too late to beg for mercy, and fainted due to the severe pain. In just a hundred walks, he had fainted and woke up more than three times.

Jiayuguan is a frontier fortress.

People here are not surprised by this kind of scene.

A month ago, at the Bazaar in Jiayuguan, there was a man with both hands and legs interrupted. He was also dragged with a rope in the upper streets of the Bazaar to show the public.

Zhang Jianliang dragged the man in the sheepskin jacket to a stall selling mutton, grabbed the bright meat hook, and easily passed through the chin of the man in the sheepskin jacket. The two skinned fat sheep will fill up the hook.

The man in the sheepskin jacket woke up from the severe pain again, humming and grasping the crossbar, trying to free himself from the hook.

It is a pity that Zhang Jianliang cut off his hands with a thick-backed machete for chopping lamb before he raised his hand.

Everyone looked at the two hands that fell into the dust, and when they looked at Zhang Jianliang, they looked like they were looking at a dead person.

The body of the man in the sheepskin coat was churning hard like a fish caught ashore, and the blood from the wound was poking out.

Zhang Jianliang wiped the machete clean on the man in the sheepskin jacket and put it on the meat case again.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, and then, like a real butcher selling meat, squatted on the mutton stall and looked at the crowd with a smile, as if waiting for these people to buy meat from him.

There are many people who watch meat, but none of them buy meat.

Until the fresh meat became stale, no one bought it.

The tax official stood in the crowd, looking at Zhang Jianliang with some regret, and turned around to leave. Finally, he turned to Zhang Jianliang and said, "Let's go, the sheriff here is not so good."

Zhang Jianliang shook his head and smiled: "I am not here to be a sheriff, but I simply want to take revenge."

The tax official sighed: "There is a horse in my backyard. It is not a good horse. I don't want to raise it anymore."

Zhang Jianliang smiled and said, "You can continue to raise it. On the Gobi Desert, no horse means no feet."

When the tax official heard Zhang Jianliang's life like this, he refused to answer and turned and left.

In his opinion, this captain officer actually came here to act as a sheriff.

Today, killing people on the bazaar should be the first thing he did before he became a sheriff.

And this set is what every sheriff must do before taking office.

The sun gradually drifted westward.

In the afternoon, there is usually wind in the northwest, and the bazaar will also disperse at this time.

The business of selling mutton was mixed up by Zhang Jianliang. He did not sell a single sheep, which made him feel very unlucky. He took his two sheep from the hooks and threw them on his shoulders, grabbed his thick-backed machete and left. Up.

Only one person in a sheepskin jacket was left hanging on the crossbar alone.

Since the Ming Dynasty began to implement the "Western Autonomy Laws", the areas north of Zhangye have implemented residents' autonomy, and every 1,000-person settlement should have a sheriff.

These sheriffs are generally held by veterans, and the army also regards this position as a reward.

The first batch of veterans of the Lantian Dynasty were basically the masters who didn’t know one big character. It is unrealistic to let them return to the mainland to serve as the district chiefs. After all, among the officials appointed in the past two years, reading literacy is the first. One condition.

The first group of soldiers who followed Yun Zhao's rebellion had nothing to grow except for the ability to kill.

After all, these sheriffs are the chief executives of these places. They have the power of administration and law enforcement, which is a good job.

And those scholars who are sent to serve as officials on the Gobi Desert in the west can hardly survive here for a year...

The death of an official is undoubtedly a rebellion. The army will come to quell the rebellion. However, after the army comes, the people here immediately become kind-hearted people. When the army is gone, the re-sent officials will die for no reason. .

Whether it is the eleventh smash order or drawing a circle on the map to carry out the massacre, it is not very suitable here, because in recent years, many people from the inland areas of the war have come to the west.

This kind of tug-of-war took a long time, and Lantian imperial court suddenly discovered that the cost of administering the west was too great.

And the officials were unwilling to send domestic elites to the west to die.

When the officials were not in place, only Cang Cao was unwilling to give up. After sending the army to kill the blood, he finally confirmed the sanctity and inviolability of tax officials in the northwest.

The only requirement of the empire on these places is to levy taxes.

In order to receive taxes, the tax officials in these places, as the officials actually appointed by the empire, only have the power to collect taxes for the empire.

There is no way to enforce such laws and regulations, and the west is too big.

The imperial dynasty could not leave a large northwestern region in a state of anarchy for a long time. Under this situation, the "Western Autonomous Regulations" naturally appeared. Since the people in the northwestern region are sturdy and stubborn, then, let's get rid of it. Apart from the rule of culture, the only way to go is the rule of force by force.

In the north of Zhangye, any Daming person who wants to cultivate has the right to go to the west to enclose a piece of land for himself. As long as he has cultivated this land for more than three years, the land belongs to the Daming person.

To the north of Zhangye, mines discovered by individuals are owned by individuals.

To the north of Zhangye, the savages caught by individuals belong to the individuals.

In the north of Zhangye, the common people exercised self-government in a positive sense in addition to paying taxes.

People in the north of Zhangye were all happy after hearing the news, and then the melee began, and in just one year, it became a place outside the law.

Just as these mixed-race Western Daming people were cheering for their achievements, they suddenly discovered that too many Daming people had come from the mainland.

And these Daming people seem to be more ferocious than them.

There are two reasons for this result.

All prisoners who have been sentenced to serve more than three years in prison and below death row can leave the prison and go to the deserted west to make a break as long as they apply for it.

Anyone who has participated in the rebellion of Li Hongji, Zhang Bingzhong, etc., has lost the gangsters who allocated land in the interior, and can go to the west to own their own land.

Many people know that the real reason for these people to go to the west is not the land, but the gold.

The reason why there are so many people leaving the mainland is that more of them have a lot to do with the gold in the west.

The news of the gold was brought back by the soldiers returning to the mainland. During the course of the battle march, they found a lot of gold mines when they passed through many uninhabited areas, and they also brought back many legends of getting rich overnight.

These former gangsters, the former thieves, after arriving in the northwest, soon automatically occupied all the places where they could see the benefits... and soon regrouped into countless gangs of thieves.

They robbed ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and slaughtered in the Northwest. Some of the bandit leaders had already lived a life comparable to a prince... At this moment, the army came again...

Every time, the army will accurately find the richest thieves, find the most powerful thieves, kill the thieves leaders, take away the riches gathered by the thieves, and then leave behind the poor and white little thieves, allowing them to continue to multiply in the west. live.

After doing this three times in a row, the thieves no longer gather as big bandits, but continue to survive on this land in a sporadic way. They pay taxes, they farm, they graze, they also pan for gold, and occasionally Also do a bit of robbery and murder.

Generally speaking, they have become a lot more docile, and there are no people who are willing to really hold their heads to be the boss. These people have turned from bandits who can run the world to rogues.

Even these people did not notice this.

The sky gradually darkened, and Zhang Jianliang was still squatting on the side of the corpse and smoking a cigarette, all around him was dark, only his cigarette **** was extinguished in the dark, like a ghost fire.

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