I Have a Monster Farm

Barren hills, bushes.

Among the mountain trails, Wu Zhiqing and his party of eleven people were blocked in the middle of the mountain trails, neither moving forward nor retreating.

Before the mountain path, there was a small slope. Three people stood on the small slope, two with rifles and one with a pistol. They were tall and straight, blocking the way.

There were three people standing on the trail behind them, they also looked similar, blocking the escape route, and there was another person who hid in the woods on one side and did not show up, as a support.

They stood carefully, not at all like those bandits who came and went from the mountains.

But there are all mahjong masks, from two to nine, except that there is no one and eight. Isn't this costume a mahjong mask?

The leader's nine-barreled pistol was pointed at Wu Zhiqing and his party, and a hearty and rough voice sounded.

"Brother, I see that you have been wandering around the mountains for a few days, so you are looking for me?"

"Brother, if you ask anything, you will be killed."

Just as Zhang Mazi asked, the third child said, his eyes gleaming behind the mask: "They all have good guns, better than us."

"May I ask if your Excellency is Mr. Zhang Muzhi?"

Wu Zhiqing was a man of courage and determination, walked up to the front of the team, bowed his hands and greeted Zhang Mazi.

"Um?"

Zhang Muzhi suddenly felt strange, stared at Wu Zhiqing with doubts in his heart, left the army and went into the mountains by himself, after he robbed the rich and helped the poor, everyone passed him by his name Zhang Mazi, and he hadn't been called by his name for a long time.

"Hahaha, I haven't heard this name for a while, it's next."

Zhang Muzhi smiled brightly, his eyes were fixed, and he asked with a smile, "What's your surname, sir?!"

Wu Zhiqing was caught by this look, and was startled: he really wasn't an ordinary gangster, even he was taken aback.

He regained his composure and suppressed his panic: "Wu Zhiqing, the chief manager of the disease-free pharmacy, has seen Mr.

"Disease-free pharmacy?"

"Brother is the one who gives cheap and good medicine to the poor in the nearby city."

The second child with a second mask on the side stepped forward to explain to Zhang Muzhi.

"I know."

Of course Zhang Muzhi knew what a disease-free pharmacy was, and everyone in this area knew about a disease-free pharmacy.

Compared with the efficacy of medicine, what is more famous is their attitude towards the sick and the poor, the true conscience of doctors, and their dedication to saving people.

If you don't have money to buy medicines, you can still pay for medicines with labor, opening up a way for the poor to survive.

He admired such a pharmacy, and had never touched the goods of a disease-free pharmacy.

Later, there was a security team in Renjia Town, with many people and excellent weapons. Zhang Ziyu, the head of the team, was also the owner of the Wuyang Medicine Store, and there were Wuyang Textile Factory, Wuyang Grain Shop, and Wuyang Flour Factory one after another. All are his property.

With ability and conscience, he naturally understands such a person and admires him in his heart.

"Brother, shall we rob or not?"

The third child continued to ask questions, coveting the guns in the hands of the ten soldiers.

"Rob a fart!"

Zhang Muzhi snorted, looked at Wu Zhiqing again, and asked, "Manager Wu, there are countless people living in the disease-free medicine store. I, Zhang Muzhi, admire that, but what else do I want you to find us for?"

The topic opened, and the third child was a little bit lost, which meant that these advanced firearms had no chance for them.

Wu Zhiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "My boss has heard about Mr. Jiu's name for a long time, and I want to invite him to Renjia Town for a talk."

Zhang Muzhi showed a surprised look behind the nine-tube mask, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Naturally, Wu Zhiqing couldn't tell about his intention to recruit as a general of the security regiment, so he could only say: "The boss wants to ask Mr. to help him keep the party safe."

Zhang Muzhi laughed.

"I'm a gangster, right?"

Wu Zhiqing bit the bullet: "Yes"

"Are you doctors?"

"That's right."

"One kills, the other saves, and now you want me to keep one side safe?"

"The boss has exactly this intention."

"Wu Guanshi, do you believe this?"

Wu Zhiqing stood up straight, his eyes met Zhang Muzhi's fierce eyes, and he didn't give in at all: "I will believe what my boss says."

The second and third children on the side, and the fourth and fifth children behind them couldn't sit still.

"Brother, don't believe his nonsense, this must be some kind of ghost banquet, he lied to us."

"Old Five, I want you to read more books, that's called Hongmen Banquet."

Zhang Muzhi replied with a smile, and the fifth child muttered, "Don't worry about the banquet, I can't go anyway, and they have a security team of more than a thousand people."

Zhang Muzhi glanced at the brothers and asked aloud.

"Second, what do you think?"

"I listen to brother."

"Third?"

"I'm not going. I'll take all his guns off and drive him back."

"Old Seven?"

"I don't know, I will do whatever my brother is doing."

After finishing the question, Zhang Muzhi turned the pistol, turned it to his waist, and pulled off the nine-tube mask, revealing a tough face.

"Those who save lives, please keep those who kill others safe. This is the first time I, Zhang Muzhi, have heard of it. It's interesting."

He looked at Wu Zhiqing and said with a smile: "Manager Wu, please lead the way. Today, Zhang Muzhi will go to the city and meet Mr. Zhang from Renjia Town, please!"

Those who save lives, please keep those who kill others safe.

The heinous Ma Bandit dared to agree to meet in the city.

No matter how you look at it, it looks weird, and anyone who hears it will be dumbfounded.

But no one knew that it was the words of keeping one side safe and Zhang Ziyu's good reputation all the time that coincided with Zhang Muzhi's deepest thoughts, which was the reason for his agreement.

He, Zhang Muzhi, plundered towns, gentry and wealthy people, for what purpose?

Isn't it just for the large amount of money and after getting the money, to help the poor?

He Zhang Mu is called Ma Bandit, but he is a soldier in his heart. He is a fierce general under the command of General Cai E. He fought from the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China to protect the country and save the people. He is an unyielding hero.

It's a pity that his knees are too hard to kneel down, otherwise he would be a warlord now, not a bandit in the mountains.

He, Zhang Muzhi, is an extraordinary hero in this arena. It is not surprising that he has such courage.

A group of people found horses and rushed directly to Renjia Town.

Zhang Muzhi's understanding of Renjia Town is all from what he heard, and he basically never came to see it with his own eyes.

The squires here are not like other places, they are full of fish and meat. Zhang Ziyu set an example and led everyone to treat the villagers well. Naturally, he, Zhang Muzhi, would not come here to rob the rich and help the poor.

Although he is a gangster, he is still a hero at heart.

All the way gradually approaching Renjia Town, the road is flat, the fields on both sides are neat and tidy, and the rice is golden. Many farmers are preparing to harvest.

Farmers greet each other with smiles on their faces, which is completely different from other counties and towns.

"Isn't the land in this town deserted?"

These years are full of chaos, and poor families even sell their children and wives, let alone their fields. This Ren family town is different, and Zhang Ziyu really has a trick.

Wu Zhiqing rode a horse, walked alongside Zhang Muzhi, and replied, "Of course there are, but my boss ordered us to buy them and hire people to cultivate them, so that they will not go to waste."

"So your boss is also a big landlord?"

"It's a landlord, but the land rent is not high, unlike others."

"Is there any difference?"

"Landlords are not terrible. What is terrible is exploitation. If there is no exploitation, it is a good thing if the distribution is fair."

"What did your boss say?"

"Our boss said it when he was basking in the sun."

"Hahaha, fair, this word is fashionable, drive!"

Zhang Muzhi raised his voice loudly, and his legs clamped the horse's belly. This speed was a little faster. He was looking forward to seeing Zhang Ziyu even more.