In order to kill the feces and cow horns in full view, Zhao Tuo endured it.

He attended the welcoming banquet prepared by Baishu with a gloomy face.

At the banquet, there were not only officials, but also powerful people, but also local merchants.

Zhao Tuo drank a few glasses of wine and was very annoyed.

These lowly merchants are worthy of sitting here?

Zhao Tuo turned his head and looked at Baishu, thinking: The county magistrate of Gaoshan County is really willing to fall into depravity, and he actually joins merchants.

When Bai Shu saw Zhao Tuo coming over, he immediately smiled friendly and raised his glass to wish him far away.

Zhao Tuo could only squeeze out a smile and drank the wine.

During the banquet, these people were quite polite. After all, Zhao Tuo came from Xianyang City.

The guests present chatted, and finally the topic came to the exiled immortal again.

Zhao Tuo was mentally prepared for this. In his opinion, the people in Gaoshan County were already possessed by the word "exiled immortal".

The county name was changed to the exiled immortal, and a bust of Huaiguzi was placed in the middle of the road, encouraging the people to engage in matters related to Huaiguzi...

Zhao Tuo sighed: I really want to leave with my sleeves.

Forget it, forget it, let’s bear it. The purchase of grain has been completed, and the general is probably setting up killing the feces and cow horns.

Just wait for another one or two hours. Soon, it’s soon.

At this moment, a merchant suddenly stood up with a glass of wine and wanted to toast Zhao Tuo.

Zhao Tuo almost threw the wine pot on his face: Toast me? Are you worthy of it?

But he held back.

I've been enduring it for so long, and it's not a long time since I've been waiting for it.

So Zhao Tuo took a sip of wine.

The merchant asked with great difficulty: "The general is from Xianyang, and his experiences are naturally much more extensive than us. I wonder if the general has ever seen an exiled immortal? Can you tell us about the style of an exiled immortal?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present calmed down.

Zhao Tuo suddenly felt that these people seemed to be coming to listen to these things.

Zhao Tuo's heart became more and more angry, and he could no longer hold back and said sarcastically: "Are you an exiled immortal? I naturally know."

The people from Gaoshan County suddenly became interested, and they all looked at Zhao Tuo with admiration: "The general really knows the exiled immortal, it's really enviable."

Bai Shu said with an excited look: "I heard that the banished immortals can call the wind and rain, swallow clouds and mists. I wonder if the general has seen it."

Zhao Tuo sneered: "I have never seen it before. However, I can see the banished immortals who make money."

Zhao Tuo thought that after saying this, the people present would blush and have thick necks, and dared not speak out, so he stopped from then on.

Who knew that those people were interested and said to Zhao Tuo very excitedly: "It's good to make money. The county is poor and weak, what you want is to make money and get rich. General, tell us quickly. If we can learn 10 or 20%

, and I was satisfied.”

Zhao Tuo: "..."

Are these people crazy?

He sneered and said, "A cup of so-called immortal wine, one hundred thousand yuan per cup. A steamed bun can be sold for five hundred yuan. Anyone who enters Shangjun's villa must pay 100,000 yuan first."

"Oh, when His Majesty gave him the Shangjun Villa, it was just a long-abandoned house. Now? There are mountains of gold and silver piles inside. It can be seen that the exiled immortal's method of making money is so high."

After hearing this, the people from Gaoshan County nodded repeatedly and said with great emotion: "It is really admirable that the banished immortal is so generous and kind."

Zhao Tuo:???

He rubbed his ears: Could it be that I heard it wrong? Be generous? Benevolent? Huaiguzi?

Bai Shu said: "Immortal wine and steamed buns, which one is not something from heaven? It's really a grievance for the exiled immortal to sell it so cheaply."

The merchants said, "Yes, the residence of the exiled immortal must be full of immortality, right? As long as you pay 100,000 yuan, you can go in, no matter scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, you can go in? That's really approachable."

Many people nodded repeatedly: "The exiled immortal is really our example."

Zhao Tuo was a little depressed and felt that he could not communicate with these people.

But Bai Shu asked with interest: "Is there anything else? General, what have you done recently?"

Zhao Tuo was a little speechless: I just came back from Nanyue, how did I know what the banished immortal did?

He shook his head and didn't say anything.

After confirming that he couldn't ask anything from Zhao Tuo, everyone let him go in disappointment.

However, Baishu still instructed: "After returning to Xianyang City, please tell all the adults about our exiled county. Perhaps some adults would come to visit with their family on a whim. In that case, it would be our county.

The people's benefactor."

Zhao Tuo nodded perfunctorily. But he was thinking in his heart: Will the powerful and powerful people in Xianyang City come to visit Huai Guzi's hometown? It's ridiculous. Dear lords, who mentioned Huai Guzi and scolded him? You want to invite the powerful and powerful people.

Come and play, it's just daydreaming.

Half an hour later, the banquet was almost done. Baishu enthusiastically took Zhao Tuo and asked to arrange a residence for him.

Zhao Tuo looked at the time and felt that it was almost done.

The time is indeed coming soon.

Dust gold and ox horns were sleeping in the stables. In order to prevent them from screaming, there were things in their mouths.

Du Jin has already fallen asleep and is sleeping soundly.

The ox horns were open and could not fall asleep at all.

He looked at Du Jin, a little envious, a little jealous, and a little puzzled: the smelly stable was full of horse manure. This guy slept very well, feeling comfortable as if he had returned to his own home. How could he do it?

of?

Niujiao sighed, he calculated in his heart that he was about to arrive in Xianyang City.

According to his guess, Zhao Tuo would not let him return to Xianyang alive. In other words, his death date has come.

Is there any way to get out? Niujiao has been thinking about it for a long time, but he still can't figure it out.

The only possibility of survival was the shouting in Pei County. There were a few people on the roadside at that time. But was anyone willing to help report the news?

Niujiao thought for a long time, and finally shook his head pessimistically.

It is not that simple to go to Xianyang. First of all, you need to have a verification and a document issued by a local chief.

Ordinary Guizhou leaders wanted to report the news. They were so poor that they wanted to try such good things, whether they were real or fake. However, they did not have the ability to obtain documents and could only be trapped in a small place for the rest of their lives.

As for the rich people who are capable of issuing documents, they do not want to take risks. They will be extremely cautious when they have wealth and relatives.

Who would just go all the way to Xianyang to report the news because of someone who didn't know where he came from? If he got angry, he would have worked hard for most of his life, wouldn't he be able to save all his wealth?

Niujiao closed his eyes when he thought of this.

Forget it, just die. I was originally a poor man who was about to starve to death. When I met the banished immortal, I had seen all kinds of good things and ate all kinds of good things. In this life, I was satisfied.

Suddenly, Niujiao remembered a legend. In the legend, when you encounter danger, just recite the name of the banished immortal silently, you can turn danger into safety.

The craftsmen in Shangjun Villa did not believe this legend. After all, they lived with Li Shui day and night. What they admired was Li Shui's talent and character, and they would not wantonly make myths of exiled immortals like those ignorant Guizhou heads.

But many people say it is very effective to ask for help from the exiled immortal.

The King of Kuaiji once swears that this is true. At that time, they were surrounded by thieves on the King of Yue Mountain, and they were all saved by silently chanting the title of the exiled immortal.

Xu Fu also swears that this is true. The sailors were praying to the exiled immortals in the storm and rushed through it.

These two people are both very identifiable people, so they won’t lie, right?

Niujiao was suspicious and began to silently chant: "Please help the banished immortal, please help the banished immortal, please help the banished immortal..."

Just after I was breathing a few times, I heard a very light footsteps and came here sneakily.

The heart of the horns was pounding: "It won't be so effective, right?"

But the footsteps had clearly stopped in front of me.

Niujiao opened his eyes tentatively and found that he was a familiar person who could not be familiar with: Deaf Tao.

The deaf pottery has no name.

He is from Tao County. When facing Shangguan, this man was extremely flattering and wanted to kneel down and talk to others. However, when facing the newly enlisted soldiers or soldiers younger than him, he put on airs.

Sometimes when the recruit asked him something, he simply turned his eyes up and pretended not to hear it.

Therefore, everyone gave him a nickname called Deaf Tao - a deaf Tao County native.

These days, the cow horns and dung gold have been tormented by deaf ceramics.

Speaking of which, when he was in Nanyue, Deaf Tao was sick and relied on feces and gold to take care of him, so he recovered.

When there was no accident in the feces, Deaf Tao was polite to the feces. However, after the feces were targeted by Zhao Tuo, Deaf Tao changed his face.

Among the ten people responsible for torture ox horns and dung gold, there is deaf pottery. This deaf pottery is the darkest among the ten people.

When he beats people, he leaves no room for anything. Often, in order to beat the cow horns and dung gold to death, he himself is panting, sweating profusely, and almost exhausted.
To be continued...