Chapter 2 The First Drop of Blood (2)

After the bank came out, the bank closed. After the middle-aged man got on the door, he bowed to Zhang Jianliang and left.

He didn't ask Zhang Jianliang how to deal with his gold.

Zhang Jianliang did not leave and continued to stand in front of the bank gate. He believed that it would not take long before someone would come to ask him about gold.

Sure enough, in less than a stick of incense, a man wearing a sheepskin coat came to him in the summer and whispered: "One or two gold, eleven silver coins."

Zhang Jianliang said: "I want thirteen."

The man sneered and said, "Elevens are better than being confiscated by the government."

Zhang Jianliang said: "You don't look like someone who can exchange my gold."

The man spat on the ground and said, "Whether the man in the northwest has money is not to see through it, but depends on his ability. If you don't sell it to us, you will have no place to sell it. In the end, the gold will still be mine."

Zhang Jianliang laughed silently.

"So you are preparing to rob, have you ever thought about the consequences of robbing the Imperial soldiers?"

The man smiled and said, "This is the Great Gobi."

Zhang Jianliang looked around and said, "Are you going to rob here? Maybe you can't be alone?"

The man raised his hand to pat Zhang Jianliang on the shoulder, but Zhang Jianliang avoided it. After the man was slapped, the man looked at Zhang Jianliang and said, "Your soldier, Master Dao, has killed one. I heard that the body was thrown into the Gobi Desert, and only shoes are left at dawn... That's awful, if you have the ability, don't leave Jiayuguan."

After watching the man with sheepskin coat leave, Zhang Jianliang squatted in place and continued to wait.

After another stick of incense, the man in sheepskin coat came back and said to Zhang Jianliang: "Master Dao wants to see you."

Zhang Jianliang finally smiled. His teeth were very white and his smile was very bright, but the man in the sheepskin coat was inexplicably palpitations.

Soon, he knew something was wrong because Zhang Jianliang had already pinched his throat and lifted him up.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't even shout a word. Then he was thrown to the ground by Zhang Jianliang. He heard the sound of his fracture. As soon as his throat became relaxed, he howled like a pig.

Zhang Jianliang's eyes were cold, and he raised his foot and stepped on the other leg of the man in the sheepskin coat.

The double severe pain made the man in the sheepskin snort and fainted.

Zhang Jianliang took out a body from his backpack and tied it to one of the feet of the man in the sheepskin coat, dragged him to Bazaar on the left.

The broken leg was pulled hard by the rope. The man in the sheepskin coat woke up in pain. He had no time to beg for mercy and fainted by severe pain. On the short 100-step road, he had fainted and woke up three times.

Jiayuguan is a frontier.

The people here are not surprised by this scene.

A month ago, on the bazaar in Jiayuguan, there was a person whose hands and legs were broken, and he was dragged on the bazaar with a rope and paraded on the streets.

Zhang Jianliang dragged the man with the sheepskin coat and finally came to a mutton stall. He grabbed the bright meat hook and easily passed through the man's chin of the man, and then lifted it hard. The man with the man with the sheepskin coat was hung on the mutton stall, and the two skinned fat sheep around him would fill the hook.

The man in the sheepskin coat woke up from the severe pain again, humming and holding the bar to free himself from the hook.

Unfortunately, as soon as his hands were lifted, Zhang Jianliang cut off his hands with a thick back machete that chopped the mutton.

Everyone looked at their hands that fell from dust, and when they looked at Zhang Jianliang, they were like they were looking at people who were dead.

The man with sheepskin coat was churning like a fish caught on the shore, and the blood at the wound was squirming outward.

Zhang Jianliang wiped the machete on the man with sheepskin coat and put it back on the meat case.

Take out a cigarette from your pocket and lit it, and then, like a real butcher selling meat, squatted on the mutton stall and looked at the crowd watching, as if waiting for these people to buy meat from him.

There are many people who look at meat, but none of them buy meat.

Until the fresh meat becomes stale, no one buys it.

The tax officer stood in the crowd, looking at Zhang Jianliang with some regret, turned around and wanted to leave, but finally turned around and said to Zhang Jianliang: "Let's go, the sheriff here is not that easy to be a sheriff."

Zhang Jianliang shook his head and smiled, "I'm not here to be a sheriff, but I just want to take revenge."

The tax officer sighed and said, "I have a horse in my backyard, it's not a good horse. I don't want to raise it anymore."

Zhang Jianliang smiled and said, "You can continue to raise it. In the Gobi Desert, without horses means without feet."

When the tax official heard that Zhang Jianliang was working like this, he stopped answering and turned around and left.

In his opinion, this captain officer actually came here to act as a sheriff.

Today, killing people to establish authority on Bazaar should be the first thing he did before acting as a sheriff.

And this is something that every sheriff has to do before taking office.

The sun gradually turned west.

In the afternoon, wind will usually blow in the northwest, and the Bazaar will dissipate at this time.

The business of selling mutton was mixed up by Zhang Jianliang and he did not sell a single sheep, which made him feel very unlucky. He took two of his sheep from the hook and threw them on his shoulders, grabbed his thick-backed machete and left.

Only a man in a sheepskin coat was left hanging alone on the crossbar.

Since the Ming Dynasty began to implement the "Western Autonomy Regulations", residents' autonomy has been implemented in places north of Zhangye, and every settlement of thousands of people should have a sheriff.

These sheriffs are usually held by retired soldiers, and the military also regards this position as a reward.

The first batch of veterans of the Lantian Dynasty were basically all the ones who could not read a single word. It was unrealistic to let them return to the mainland to serve as village chiefs. After all, among the officials appointed in the past two years, reading and literacy were the first condition.

The first group of soldiers who followed Yun Zhao's rebellion had developed nothing but a skill of killing.

After all, these sheriffs are the highest executives in these places. They combine administration and law enforcement power, which is a good job.

It is difficult for those scholars who were sent to serve as officials in the Gobi Desert in the west to save a year...

If the officials die, this is undoubtedly a rebellion, and the army will come to suppress the rebellion. However, after the army comes, the people here immediately become kind people. When the army leaves, the officials sent again will die for no reason.

Whether it is the 11th killing order or drawing circles on the map to launch a massacre, it is not very suitable here, because in recent years, there have been many people from the mainland who left the war and came to the west.

After a long period of such a tug-of-war, Lantian Royal Court suddenly realized that the cost of governing the western region was too high.

The Ministry of Personnel is unwilling to send domestic elites to the west to die.

When the officials were not in place, the only one who was unwilling to give up. After sending troops to kill him, he finally determined the consensus that the tax officials were inviolable in the northwest.

And the only requirement for these places is taxation.

In order to receive taxes, tax officials in these places, as officials who were truly appointed by the empire, had the only right to collect taxes for the empire.

There is no way to implement such regulations. The West - it is too big.

The dynasty could not have a huge northwest been in an anarchy for a long time. Under such circumstances, the "Western Autonomy Regulations" naturally appeared. Since the people in the northwest are fierce and stubborn, then, besides cultural governance, there is only the path of governance by force, which is easier to go.

To the north of Zhangye, any Ming people who want to farm have the right to go to the west to enclose themselves a piece of land. As long as you cultivate this land for more than three years, this land belongs to this Ming people.

To the north of Zhangye, the minerals found by individuals are owned by individuals.

To the north of Zhangye, the savages captured by individuals belong to the individual.

To the north of Zhangye, the people in the positive sense of autonomy besides having to pay taxes.

People north of Zhangye were all happy after hearing this news, and then the melee began. In just one year, it became a lawless place.

Just as these mixed-race Western Ming people cheered and inspired their achievements, they suddenly discovered that too many Ming people came from the mainland.

And these Ming people seemed to be even more vicious than them.

There are two reasons for this result.

Any prisoner sentenced to serve more than three years in prison and below death row can leave the prison and go to the desolate west to make an application.

Any bandits who have lost the distribution of mainland land because of their rebellion by Li Hongji, Zhang Bingzhong, etc. can go to the west to own their own land.

Many people know that the reason why they really attract these people to the west is not the land, but gold.

The reason why there are so many people leaving the mainland is that it has a lot to do with the gold in the west.

The news about gold was brought back by soldiers returning to the mainland. During the battle and march, they discovered a large number of gold mines when they passed through many unmanned areas, and also brought back many legends of getting rich overnight.

After reaching the northwest, these former bandits, they quickly occupied all the places where they could see the benefits... and soon regrouped into countless bandits.

They robbed, killed and ran rampant in the northwest. Some thieves' leaders had already lived a life of being as rich as a prince... At this moment, the army came again...

Every time, the army will accurately find the richest bandits, find the most powerful bandits, kill the bandit leaders, steal the wealth gathered by the bandits, and then leave behind the poor and innocent little bandits, allowing them to continue to reproduce in the west.

After doing this three times in a row, the thieves no longer gathered into large robbers, but continued to survive on this land in a sporadic way. They paid taxes, they farmed, they grazed, they also hunted gold, and occasionally did some small things such as robbery and murder.

Overall, they have become much more docile and no longer have people who are willing to be the boss with their heads on their heads. These people have changed from thieves who can dominate the world to gangsters.

Even these people did not notice this.

The sky gradually darkened, and Zhang Jianliang was still squatting beside the corpse smoking. It was dark around him, and only his cigarette butt was dying in the dark night, like a ghost fire.
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