I don’t know if it was intentional or unintentional, but when Changsun Hong entered Lingjing Supervisor, there was a lot of noise.

A thousand barbarians were covered with black chain mail and black iron helmets. The red tassels on them were swaying in the wind, like a red ocean rippling on the black base.

Thousands of pairs of hemp shoes stepped on the official road rammed by loess, and the dust rose all over the sky, setting off the barbarian soldiers striding forward in the smoke and dust, like heavenly soldiers descending to earth and flying in the clouds and mists. The hook and sickle spear, like forests, leaned on each soldier's right shoulder at the same angle. The cold gun blade reflected the warm sun in early spring, shaking and piercing the eyes.

Without a strong horse riding under his crotch, the Shimenfan barbarians walked out of the cavalry's momentum, and their uniform steps were "bang" loudly, causing almost all the pedestrians and people who were avoiding the road to kneel down on the ground, frightened and surprised when the Song Dynasty's official army had such a demeanor.

Changsun Hong and a group of generals rode the captured Mongolian horses in the team, with serious faces and no squint. The guards, the ghostly guards, had a ghost-faced iron cover on their faces, were covered with cold air, like a horse-faced bull head coming from hell, and like a soul-catching impermanent ghost. The armor rustled, and the blade of the dragon-patterned ghost sword with long and sharp edges was long and sharp. The entire team looked like a swimming and thorny black dragon, which made people dare not get close to it.

The entire Lingjing Supervisor City was alarmed. The local soldiers guarding the city gate were trembling and hugged aside and did not dare to breathe. It seemed that they saw a tiger cat. Although they were all soldiers from the Song Dynasty, they were far apart.

Of course, someone had already notified the Chief of Supervisor to the arrival of such a large army. Wu Zhaozu hurriedly led the officials from the Salt Supervision Office to wait at the entrance of the city gate, and waited respectfully for a long time.

Seeing Changsun Hong on the horse from afar, the red cloak was particularly eye-catching. Wu Zhaozu saw it clearly from a distance. He led everyone to greet him with diligent help and bowed: "Wu Zhaozu, the governor of Xiaguanlingjing, welcome the Lord and his party."

The Salt Supervisor has great power and can be regarded as the God of Wealth, but his official rank is not high, and he is only an eighth rank, so he has to call him "Master" calmly in front of Changsun Hong, who is also not a high-ranking official.

Changsun Honggao immediately came to his feet, nodded with a smile, and said warmly: "I'm sorry, Lord Wu, please lead the way and speak in our yamen."

Wu Zhaozu stood in front of the horse's neck. The horse sniffed a few times, sprayed his water all over his body, and glanced at him, making him feel very uncomfortable. A group of soldiers, relying on the support of the commander, was so rude that Wu Zhaozu became more and more dissatisfied.

He thought to himself: "It depends on how long you are so arrogant that you won't be able to get out of Taiwan later!"

So he turned around and led Changsun Hong and his group into the city.

The chief supervisor Sima led the army to the barracks, and Wu Zhaozu personally took Changsun Hong and his group to the yamen.

The Salt Government Office is much more grand than the ordinary county office. It has blue bricks and black tiles, round piers of corridor columns, three-bay gates, a row of horse-tie stones, two stone lions, one left and one right, staring at the people coming to the door. Under the eaves, a large plaque with gold-painted black background, "Salt Supervision Office Office" hanging high, with solemn and majestic font, which is obvious at first glance by a famous master.

Dismounted in front of the door, Changsun Hong was wearing armored leaves, wearing military uniforms, with sharp blades hanging on his waist. Without waiting for Wu Zhaozu to lead the way, he walked into the door with his head raised and his chest raised. More than ten mysterious ghost soldiers behind him followed him without leaving a step, and murderous aura was everywhere, making the supervisor Wu Zhaozu stunned.

Is it going to the military camp or the yamen?

I have never seen a military general enter the yamen where civil servants are still so arrogant.

In the moment of being stunned, Changsun Hong was already walking in front. Wu Zhaozu came to his senses and quickly raised his legs and trotted, and hurriedly chased after him.

Changsun Hong strided heavily, and without waiting for the fat Wu Zhaozu to catch up, he entered the lobby. The lobby of the Salt Administration Yamen was like the ordinary yamen in the Song Dynasty. The lobby was several steps above the ground, replacing the emperor's rule of the country and being superior to others.

A group of people in gorgeous clothes gathered under the stairs, staring at the group of soldiers carrying swords and piercing armor coming towards him.

The two gangs looked at each other, and the ghost soldiers easily defeated the salt merchants who came to make trouble. The suzan who came down from the battlefield naturally had a temperament that was not close to the stranger. It was like an invisible barrier that enveloped the surroundings, causing the salt merchants to take a few steps back unconsciously.

Changsun Hong seemed not to see these salt merchants. He walked up the steps as if no one was around and went straight into the lobby. He naturally sat in the center on the main seat behind the Chang's case, looking at Wu Zhaozu trotting behind him with bright eyes.

There were some minor officials from the Salt Supervision Office waiting in the lobby. They stood in the corners and looked at the chief of the supervisor who was usually in the Lingjing Supervisor, following a general happily, with sweat all over his face.

"Sir Changsun, Lord Changsun, according to the rules of the court, you are here to represent the General Office of the General Office. Please present the official documents so that the official can arrange all the matters." Wu Zhaozu said with resentment on his forehead.

This group training envoy is so damn unruly. This is my seat. Even if you sent it from above, you are a general. Do you understand the principle of superiority of literature and inferiority? Even if the highest Privy Councilor in the court does not have the title of right prime minister, he must stand obediently behind the prime minister, and he will not be able to cross it.

Changsun Hong's face remained unchanged and replied loudly: "There is no official document."

The answer is straightforward and clear without any delay.

Wu Zhaozu was stunned again, and after a long time of reaction, he asked, "No, no official documents, sir, come here..."

"Of course I'm here to preside over the salt trading, otherwise what will I do?" He also asked a rhetorical question in the same rude manner.

Wu Zhaozu was going crazy. Without official documents, you, a troupe, are you not a Shangguan from the Salt Supervision Bureau. Are you in charge of the transaction of salt products? The profits of salt products are related to the tax revenues in Sichuan. Brother, are you here to be a bandit?

He looked at Changsun Hong and almost didn't know what to say. The scholar met a soldier, which probably meant that.

After a while, he recovered and changed his color and said angrily: "Sir Changsun, don't joke. The salt administration is the important place. The commander's office is the first. The salt industry is the first. The salt industry is the government. The salt industry is the main business. The salt industry is the main business. The salt industry is sent by the commander's office to preside over the business. If you don't have any official documents, you can't interfere in this matter. Please respect yourself! Otherwise, if the commander's office knows, you can't afford to take care of it!"

"I know." Changsun Hong looked at him and his face turned as usual: "It was sent by the commander of the commander."

Crazy!

A thought popped up in Wu Zhaozu's mind, and he almost shouted: "But you don't have official documents!"

"Yes." Changsun Hong smiled and said, "Who said that you can't preside over the presidency without official documents? It was the commander of the general in charge of the verbal order."

His smile was very strange, his skin was not smiling, his teeth were white, and his eyes were filled with inexplicable chill.

Wu Zhaozu took a step back, pointed straight at Changsun Hong, and said in surprise: "How can you do it without official documents, no rules, and no basis for empty words? What are you going to do?"

"Leave all the salt products of Lingjing Supervisor to Ruifuxiang. If other salt merchants want to buy salt, they can only buy it from Ruifuxiang. If anyone dares not comply, they must consider whether the knife is hard on their necks." Changsun Hong smiled and said bluntly, taking off the sheath of the hand knife around his waist, putting it on the table with a "touch" sound: "Call the salt merchants outside in, they have been waiting for a lot of hard time."

Wu Zhaozu looked at him coldly, with a rich expression, shocked and angry, and then made a gesture outside.

The salt merchants waiting under the steps outside rushed in with a shout.

Changsun Hong looked at the moving head calmly and sat upright.

The ghost soldiers standing on both sides of him were like two rows of guardians of the Dharma, and the iron-faced ghost face decorated the hall like the Shura Hall of King Yama.
Chapter completed!