Rise From Eight Hundred

The background of Tang's grain store is even deeper than Lu Zhongda imagined.

In just three minutes, the police whistles sounded loudly, and first a group of policemen in black uniforms arrived at the scene. Perhaps because of the war, the policemen who originally carried batons were all replaced with rifles, and their murderous appearance was heard from a distance around the grain store.

When the people at the scene saw the police coming, they wanted to disperse, but the leading policeman waved his hand with a gloomy face, and more than a dozen policemen raised their guns in unison.

"There are bandits committing crimes. To prevent the bandits from escaping, all people must stay where they are. Those who violate the rules will be killed without mercy!"

Seeing that the police raised their guns without asking any questions, the people dared not run away, and they squatted where they were and dared not move.

The faces of the refugees who followed Mingxin were as pale as paper, knowing that they had caused a huge disaster this time, but since it was like this, there was no other way, so they could only squat under the eaves of the grain store without moving.

Along the way, they had seen many refugees who were extremely hungry and robbed the local rich families of money and food. In wartime, they were severely punished. Some of the soldiers and police who came simply shot them on the spot, and there was no such thing as handing them over to the local county government for interrogation.

Seeing that the scene was calmed down, the police leader who strode into the grain store with two men with a smug look on his face was slightly surprised. Obviously, the mess in the grain store was much more serious than he had imagined.

That is, there were no bandits as imagined, only a little Taoist priest in a green Taoist robe and a Taoist bun sitting in the hall.

The originally majestic shopkeeper Wang had half of his face bulging high, and he was as fat as half a buttocks, standing aside with a group of guards.

This surprised and amused the police leader.

However, as the sheriff in charge of this area, he had dealt with this narrow-minded and greedy shopkeeper several times, and knew that he must not smile on his face, otherwise he would definitely be remembered by him.

In the past, he would not be afraid of a senior employee of a business, but the police chief who had heard his superiors tell him about the background of Tang's grain store knew that the big man behind the store could not cover the sky with one hand in Xuzhou City, but he could cover half of the sky, even if the commander-in-chief of the Fifth War Zone was in Xuzhou City.

If it weren't for that person's relationship, how could Xuzhou City allow a new grain store to settle in at this time? You know, what materials are the most valuable and profitable in wartime? It can only be food that can fill people's stomachs.

The grain prices in the war zone and the areas near the war zone soared, more than double the pre-war prices, but the prices of the grains in the place of origin did not rise much. Moreover, the rice sold by the grain store is called refined rice, but in fact, more than half of it is aged rice for more than two years. It's okay to sell aged rice, but Tang's grain store is even more evil. When they meet outsiders, they often sell rice mixed with almost half of the stones.

The profit can be at least three times higher, and the rice sold every day is as high as 30,000 catties. Just a rough calculation shows that the profit is at least 2,000 silver dollars every day, and that is not counting the large amount of rice that is being supplied to the gathering army.

Such a business that makes a fortune every day, how can ordinary people do it? Not only did he do it, but no one dared to stab the local snakes in Xuzhou City, and even the commander-in-chief could only pretend not to know.

Such a grain store would of course make a fortune and leave, and would not stay for long. The sheriff would naturally not offend this person, even if he was just a high-level pawn.

"Manager Wang, where did the thief who dared to rob the grain store go?" The sheriff could not put on a smile to avoid embarrassment, and could only keep his face serious and asked.

"It's him! Chief Zhou, why don't you catch him quickly!" Manager Wang pointed at Mingxin and screamed!

"Uh!" The sheriff looked dazed.

The young man who came to the police station to report the news said that someone beat up the shopkeeper, knocked down more than a dozen armed guards, and smashed the grain store. If you think about it, you know that it must be a tough guy, or a gangster on the road, otherwise the sheriff would not order his men to come in full armor and kill aggressively.

That was not for show, but the sheriff holding the gun handle did not want to lose his life for this profiteer inexplicably.

Unexpectedly, the initiator turned out to be this Taoist who looked like an immortal. This is unreasonable!

"Mr. Zhou, what are you still doing? Why don't you take down the bandit quickly?" Seeing the sheriff's face full of disbelief, the shopkeeper who had already adapted to the leaky mouth chattered like the police chief.

This naturally made the sheriff unhappy. I'm not afraid of you, the dog, but your master. When will dogs be able to ride on people's heads and pee?

"Little Taoist priest, you've caused trouble. Come back to the police station with me!" The police chief was unhappy, but he didn't dare to break up with him. He could only treat the "prisoner" with a not-so-bad attitude to show his dissatisfaction.

Perhaps, he didn't know that because of this attitude, he escaped a death calamity.

Originally, seeing a group of policemen coming with guns and treating the people in an extremely arrogant manner, Mingxin, who had already aroused the desire to eliminate evil, unexpectedly had a murderous intention.

This was actually related to the style of his school. A cultivator cultivates the heart of Taoism, while the founder of the Mingxin School was a master who cared about the world. When cultivating his original heart, his original heart was the world.

Therefore, whenever there was a chaotic world, there would be masters from the Mingxin School who came to save the people.

This was the case when the Jin soldiers in the Southern Song Dynasty invaded the border. Lao Xin, who was both civil and military, led 500 people to break into the Jin soldiers' camp of 10,000 people, and was accompanied by the three generations of ancestors of the Mingxin School.

It was the same at the end of the Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. Lü Wenhuan defended Xiangyang for 6 years. In addition to the solidity of Xiangyang, it was also a great help that masters would sneak into the Mongolian camp to assassinate generals from time to time.

Every time someone enters the world, they are all superb martial arts and have great wisdom. They will not be shackled by killing people. As long as it is for the people of the world, anyone who can be killed can be killed.

This also created the emergence of the first killer of the Four Lines Group in the future. His murderous nature towards the Japanese invaders was so strong that even Cai Yongguan, who once chopped five Japanese invaders with a big knife, could only be killed by him.

Captain Cai, who came from a bandit's nest, was very good at killing people with a knife, but when he chopped with a big knife, killing people was like killing pigs. Not only was the scene bloody, but he also got blood all over his head and face. The strong smell of blood made the brave captain want to vomit after walking off the battlefield. Unlike this man, he wielded a three-foot green sword, and the sword light was like lightning. The Japanese only felt a chill on their necks, and a deep blood mark appeared on their necks. The blood did not spurt out until he left. It was simply art.

The art of killing.

His terrible swordsmanship could only compete with the Tang sword with a bowl-sized wooden stick in his hand. More than 2,000 officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment could not defeat him. I wonder how Director Han of the Gunmanship Teaching and Research Section of the Teaching Team who carried a long gun would do.

Fortunately, this big police chief did not point his gun at his head right away, otherwise, two guns alone might not be able to save his life.

At this distance, the knife in the hands of an expert is more useful than a gun that needs to be opened, the trigger pulled, and aiming.

"Sir, why don't you ask why? Are you going to judge the case like this?" Mingxin suppressed his murderous intent and asked the sheriff with a frown.

"Don't be ungrateful! Just follow me if I tell you to!" The sheriff was bullied by the dog and felt resentful. His face turned cold and he waved his hand: "Take it away!"

Mingxin clenched his fists slightly.

At this moment, a burst of rapid and fierce footsteps came from outside the door, and several people couldn't help but look out.

I saw a team of soldiers trotting on the street, at least fifty or sixty people, all armed with guns and live ammunition, and there were two light machine guns.

Regardless of how many people were on the street, with the order of the officer riding a tall horse, the soldiers dispersed one after another, pointed their guns at the grain store, and surrounded the police who were holding guns to suppress the people with confused faces.

Two light machine guns were directly set up at the street corner, clamping the grain store on the left and right. Except that the soldiers did not crawl to the ground, there was no difference from marching and fighting.

What's going on? The sheriff's head was buzzing at the time.

Perhaps, only the shopkeeper Wang, whose half face was swollen like a butt, was overjoyed, looking at the officer who was getting off the tall horse, jumping and jumping out of the grain store to greet him.

I don't know whether he was crying or laughing on his ugly face, just think of it as laughing, and his voice was a bit miserable, like a beaten child seeing his father, crying and complaining:

"Adjutant Sun, you are here, you have to make the decision for me! Woohoo! The bandits are fierce, smashing the store and beating people!" ...

ps: I recommend a new book of fictional history "Diary of a Primitive Man", which is the work of my classmate who returned to the starting point. The previous history book had an average subscription of more than 10,000. He is definitely a history master. I believe in his level!