The harbor of Iron Mountain had become pitch black, and it was almost seven or eight o'clock at this time, and the collar of everyone's clothes on the harbor was rattling in the harbour of the fierce sea breeze, and some of them were even neck-curling.

However, the few people standing in front of him had different faces, especially Zhao Cheng, his face became extremely ugly, this one, he had just topped Mao Jue, and then Lao Tzu came, saying that it was a strong dragon that did not fight the head snake, but there was also that saying, the little arm can't twist the thigh, even if the local forces are intertwined, but after all, he is just a small capital, if Mao Wenlong really wants to get along with him, he has no tricks.

Now this white-faced scholar has regretted it a little, he shouldn't have had a hard top with Mao Jue just now, and the handsome son is a new official, even if he takes out 10,000 acres of arable land as a meeting gift?

Now let's see what Mao Jue says in front of Mao Shuai for a while.

Standing at the front with his arms in his arms, Mao Jue's heart is also quite complicated, it is a bit difficult to say that it is a bit difficult for him to take Mao Wenlong as a father, after all, the mistake is here, and the sense of belonging is too low, but when he needs it, Mao Wenlong really appeared, which is indeed heartwarming.

In this thought, the sound of paddling became louder and louder, and a medium-sized Qianliu ship slowly leaned against the shore, and then more than a dozen personal soldiers took the lead in running down, leading a few subordinates, Mao Jue took the lead in kneeling down with a helmet military salute, and raised his voice to greet him.

"The last general Xietie Iron Mountain people meet the marshal!"

"Get up!"

Holding on to the boat ladder and walking down slowly, Mao Wenlong was already laughing heartily when he was far away, and hooked his hand upwards at Mao Jue.

"You and my father and son, where are so many false courtesies, get up, come to the eldest father, I haven't seen you for a while, I didn't expect my son to really become a character!"

"Rise up also."

"Xie Maoshuai!"

I really don't know why Mao Wenlong is so excited, Mao Jue took two steps to his side, and called his father with low eyebrows. A slap on his shoulder, Mao Wenlong looked at him twice with satisfaction, and then moved his head to several generals in Dongjiang, but his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"How is my son guarding the Dongjiang River recently, but what kind of traitor and unruly person is there?"

At this moment, Zhao Cheng's white-faced scholarly face who was clenching his fists and bowing his head became nervous, and Tian Tao next to him was a little excited, however, Mao Jue hugged his fists indifferently.

"Back to my father, thanks to the help of several generals, I repelled Jiannu, and now the iron mountain is as stable as Mount Tai."

"Oh? That's good. ”

Zhao Cheng's heart seemed to have fallen into his stomach again, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand in front of him to make an invitation, and bowed his head respectfully.

"Shuai Ye, you come to our Iron Mountain, all the generals of Tieshan are cheering, the last general has already set up a banquet in Shili Pavilion, and please Shuai Ye to appreciate his face!"

"There's no need for a wine banquet!"

Stretching out his slap upward, Mao Wenlong simply vetoed: "The banquet doesn't need to be busy with military affairs, this trip is to see this unsuccessful dog, you wait to retreat!" Wu'er, go with Lao Tzu! ”

Seeing Mao Wenlong turn around and get on the boat again, He Baobao Zhao Cheng and Tian Tao flashed their eyes again, this general is really favored, this Mao Shuai tossed so much in the middle of the night, it was just for him to hold the scene, but Mao Jue didn't think too much about it, and followed Mao Wenlong on the boat again.

"Good boy! The good things you did are still hidden from your family! ”

As soon as he entered the cabin, Mao Wenlong suddenly laughed again, and slapped Mao Jue's shoulder nervously, so scared that he almost didn't get on the threshold. What's the surprise? Reaching out to close the door, Mao Jue clenched his fists depressedly.

"Father, son, has there been any trouble again?"

"If you kid used to cause more trouble for Lao Tzu, it's better to fuck off!" With a rough slap, Mao Wenlong sat on the chair with a laugh again, and pointed a finger at Mao Jue and smiled.

"Until now, you kid still want to hide it from Lao Tzu? Let me ask you, a few days ago, you were trafficked to Jiangnan to a crystal mirror? Good boy, such a thing was sold for 66,666 taels, I think back then, your father and I took more than 30 brothers to recapture Jinzhou City, and the court only rewarded 3,000 taels of silver, and you kid earned all the silver that your father and I have worked hard for many years! Your beiyangora also made your kid a lot of limelight in Jiangnan. ”

Unlike other traditional scholars, Mao Wenlong has been rebellious since he was a child, he likes martial arts and does not like literature, and other families regard business as a cheap business, and he is ashamed to mention money, but he is very straightforward and undisguised.

Mao Jue, who heard this, was also overjoyed, and asked hurriedly with a happy eyebrow: "Brother Qian Zeng has returned to Phi Island?" ”

"Well, Lao Tzu gave him a note, let his ship come directly to Tieshan tomorrow, and pull all your things over! You gave him a mirror, but still? ”

It was when there was a shortage of silver, and it was really time for the money to come back, and it was also a good thing for Mao Wenlong to ask for something from him, Mao Jue nodded busily.

"There are still two or three sides in Suyi, if the father still wants it, go back and start the furnace!"

"Two or three sides are enough, and don't make too many mirrors of yours, one or two sides a year is enough, you have to be careful of that Qian Zeng, these Jiangnan guys have a bad heart."

Mao Wenlong was not polite to himself, the mirror of more than 100,000 taels, nodded and asked for it, and reminded Mao Jue, but rare things are expensive, this truth Mao Jue is naturally provincial, and nodded hurriedly with joy.

"Son, I'll send someone to get it!"

"Don't be busy, this time you cut off more than 30 Jiannu human heads, and let people take them together!"

Brushing his beard, Mao Wenlong still nodded with satisfaction on his face, but he counted Mao Jue.

"You have done a very good job in this matter, you have established your authority in Tieshan, and you have also made military achievements, these days those poor and sour officials behind Yuan Manzi are attacking our Dongjiang laborers and salaries, in vain, and you are impeached for being too fast, even the emperor seems to regret it a little, this is good, these heads are just blocking their mouths."

"But you too, you are the only incense of our Mao family, how can you rush to the front line in person? Unfilial piety has three nos, you have a good one, how can your father and I explain to the ancestors of the Mao family? ”

"This, it's provincial, not next time!"

That's a concern, right? It warmed Mao Jue's heart again, and he responded with a fist.

After narrating some trivial matters again, Wen Meng also quickly took the head and the mirror together, and did not look at it, and ordered the old servant to accept it, and finally Mao Wenlong took out an official document and threw it to him.

"I won't give you the money first, without Lushun, the expenses of the towns on the Dongjiang River are also very large, this time I will give you 20,000 stone of grain, and I will send it with the boat tomorrow, and I will go back and see if I have the time, your aunt has been talking to you many times recently."

"And remember, don't give Lao Tzu any more adventures!"

Facing Mao Wenlongshu's fingers, Mao Jue hugged his fists and bowed with a warmer smile.

"Father, don't worry, my son has written it down!"

"You kid wow!"

Maybe he heard the prevarication in Mao Jue's words, maybe he guessed that this kid had become completely different, Mao Wenlong shook his head, but this time he didn't say anything more, and waved his hand.

"Okay, I'm going back! You just have to be careful. ”

"Yes."

Come and go in a hurry, the big ship swayed, and disappeared into the night again, but the corners of Mao Jue's mouth were hooked upwards while standing in the port, Mao Wenlong's trip solved his three problems in a row, silver, grain and field! And that caring attitude vaguely made Mao Jue feel home again.

"General!"

Accompanied by the cold wind blowing on the side, Su Changmei, a dead fat man, couldn't help but shrink his neck, and it wasn't until the boat was far away that this guy couldn't help but hug his fist at Mao Jue, and asked with a little complaint.

"Just now, Mao Shuai asked, why didn't you take the opportunity to take down Zhao Cheng's house? Get rid of him, and our power in Iron Mountain will be greatly improved! ”

This dead fat man is very complaining about Mao Jue, but after all, he is Mao Jue's subordinate, since he and Zhao Cheng have already torn their faces, they naturally want to find ways to kill this thing.

However, listening to his question, Mao Jue's face suddenly turned up with a trace of coldness and hummed disdainfully.

"He is Lao Tzu's subordinate, if he wants to clean him up, Lao Tzu will do it himself, and he is not a child, so he still needs to sue his parents?"

It is said that the protagonist has the spirit of a king, at this moment, Mao Jue actually hung a protagonist halo, looking at his confident appearance, Su Fatzi was stunned, and then nodded his head with some deep thought.

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The next morning, the military port of Tieshan once again became noisy, and the grain ships from Phi Island were transported to Tieshan like crucian carp crossing the river, and in the middle of it, three swaying Jiangnan-style big-bellied fortune boats swaggered like ducks, which was particularly eye-catching.

It was the two maidservants of Sao Bao in front of them, waving their petals. Just like that, two steps, four beauties had to carry a small sedan chair to carry down, the servants spread a red stall on the ground, and Qian Zeng, a kidney-deficient son, opened the folding fan with a snap, shook a handsome word and jumped down, and pretended to shake his head and shout at the Dongjiang sergeant who was already waiting there.

"This son is a friend of the general of Rutie Mountain, kowtow to the handle, and I don't know ...... quickly."

"Oh, Brother Qian, Mao really wants to kill you!"

Before he finished speaking, Mao Jue, who was dressed in armor in the crowd, had already rushed out like an iron man, and went up to give this thing a bear hug, the iron bumps in the cotton armor, coupled with the strength he had recently exercised in the army, this arm almost didn't pull out Qian Zeng's eyes.

"Mao Mao, Brother Mao, tight, tight! Gasp...... Gasp...... Can't breathe ......"

"Oh? Why is Brother Qian's face so ugly! Hey, Brother Qian, don't get dizzy! Come on, come on! ”

The famous legendary businessman in the history of later generations was almost strangled to death by a bear at the beginning of the entrepreneurial road, and with Mao Jue's anxious screams, the whole port suddenly became a mess......