12dz Chapter 276 Death of Shi Ge
Chapter 276 Death of Shi Ge
After the duel ended, Hou Lin felt an indescribable sense of fear in his heart, and thought to himself: If I had really broken up with Zhao Yongsheng face to face, I would probably have died from the fierce weapon in his hand!
Zhao Yongsheng looked at his defeated opponent, a faint smile on his face, his tone filled with unquestionable majesty: "Shi Ge, the victory is decided, you can retreat now."
Shi Ge saw this, and although he felt unwilling, he also understood that the outcome was already decided. He could only sigh helplessly and managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Forget it, I accept the loss."
With this helpless compromise, the atmosphere of the negotiations subtly eased.
Shi Ge, a man known for his bravery, although he has a violent temper, is upright in terms of trust and loyalty.
Having lost the bet, he was quite happy and led his men away slowly.
In this way, a storm was quietly calmed down in the interweaving of trust and righteousness, but Hou Lin had other ideas.
In the gentle twilight of the ancient city of Pingyang, Shi Ge returned with a somewhat lonely figure, as if crushed by an invisible burden. He indulged in cups and glasses all day long, seeking a brief oblivion.
Shi Li, who heard the news, came across several counties. His full of anticipation turned into shock when he saw his brother's decadent appearance.
Hou Lin, the loyal partner, saw Shi Li coming in exhausted, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. Then he held his hand tightly and told him about the turbulent past in detail.
"The enemy is just relying on the power of the magic weapons in their hands. My clan has been brave for generations. When have we ever been afraid of any challenge?" Hou Lin's words were filled with unyielding pride.
"That makes sense, but what should we do now that the chief is in such a state?" Shi Li frowned, his worry evident in his words, and he ground his teeth unconsciously, as if he was looking for the strength to solve the problem.
Looking at Hou Lin's worried face, Shi Li took a deep breath and spoke with a resounding voice, "As the chieftain of our tribe, you must not be so depressed! Our glory cannot be allowed to wither in the slightest!"
These words, like a ray of light in the dark night, illuminated the haze in the hearts of the three people and also foreshadowed the impending storm of change.
Soon, a sad news spread in Pingyang County: Shi Ge, the once heroic and unrestrained man, died from a pot of strong liquor due to excessive drinking!
This wine is very special. It is a new military wine passed down from wine merchants who came from Dingzhou. It is a bit mysterious and unknown.
The news of the wine merchant's arrest followed quickly, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
After a harsh interrogation, with overwhelming evidence, he was finally unable to resist. With trembling hands, he signed his name and stamped his seal on the indictment that recorded the New Army's crime of causing death by drinking alcohol.
This tragedy, as if it had wings, quickly flew across thousands of mountains and rivers and reached Luancheng.
In a corner of Luancheng, Zhao Sheng sat at his desk, clutching the newly delivered secret report. His brows were unconsciously furrowed, as if they could contain all the worries and doubts in the world.
This piece of information was like a huge rock thrown into his calm heart, stirring up waves.
It seems that there is another disturbance in this clan, and I am afraid that it will stir up another storm.
Zhao Sheng slowly turned around, his eyes sweeping across the room, shaking his head slightly, and then walked steadily towards the window. Outside, spring had already deepened. It was the end of April, and the busy work of spring plowing had gradually faded into silence in the fields.
Although the vast land of Luancheng is not fertile, thanks to the tax reduction from the court, many farmers are able to work hard and barely make a living.
"Young Master, the last time we dealt a heavy blow to the ? tribe, they shouldn't be so forgetful and seek trouble again, right?" Zhao Yongsheng recalled Shi Ge's embarrassed look when he retreated last time, and a trace of contempt and judgment arose in his heart.
"No matter what the outcome, notify Jing County to investigate Pingyang County."
Zhao Sheng paused here, as if he was considering his next move, his words revealing a calmness and composure.
After Shi Li poisoned the wine, he pushed the blame onto the Xinjun wine, which caused quite a stir in Pingyang County. For a time, no one in Pingyang County dared to drink the Xinjun wine.
With the sudden opening of the winding trade route in Weizhou, Xinjun Liquor seemed to have become a hot-selling product overnight. Even the rumors flying around in Pingyang County could not hinder its smooth sales.
In this land, in the warehouses of Weizhou, spices, new army wine and pig iron stand side by side, forming the most dazzling trade landscape.
It is particularly worth mentioning that the people of Weizhou skillfully reprocessed the seemingly useless low-iron slag into heavy pig iron, which was then sold far beyond the Great Wall, writing a legend of turning waste into treasure.
Zhao Mingyi, the wise man with a head full of tricks and schemes, gave Gong Jianyi a very unique idea - to find those cunning and clever foreigners,
They are sly people who walk on the edge of the rules, and are good at quietly playing the game of smuggling in the turbulent business world. Occasionally, a batch of pig iron with a very solid quality is mixed in.
However, they deliberately sell them in a low-key manner on the grounds of poor quality, playing a series of commercial magic tricks that make the fakes look real and the real ones fake.
No one expected that such a strategy would actually attract the favor of some people outside the Great Wall.
In transactions between Weizhou and outside merchants, horses were the only goods favored, and other goods were ignored.
Zhao Mingyi was very clear-headed and knew that horses were as numerous as stars and could be found everywhere on the vast grassland; but once they entered the interior of the country, they would become precious currency and be worth a fortune.
When negotiating with prominent families such as the Nalan, Gong Jianyiren was reluctant to ask for horses directly due to considerations of personal feelings and protocol, and could only cleverly use furs, soft and delicate wool, and strong cattle and horses as a medium of exchange.
As the spring breeze gradually warms up and the earth warms up, the wool products that were once highly anticipated have encountered a sales slump due to being out of season. They are piled up like mountains with no one interested in buying them.
Seeing this, Zhang Chun frowned and was extremely worried. He picked up his pen and wrote a letter full of worries. It traveled across mountains and rivers and was handed to Zhao Sheng, hoping that he could clear the clouds and find a glimmer of hope for this predicament.
After receiving the heavy letter, Zhao Sheng planned a plan for Zhang Chun without hesitation - to hold a grand trade fair in the prosperous Luancheng.
Immediately afterwards, letters of invitation carrying hope and business opportunities, like a spring breeze, gently blew across the vast land of the Zhou Dynasty and even every corner of several surrounding countries.
The merchants were pleasantly surprised to find that what they were holding in their hands was the golden key to the Dingzhou Spring and Summer Commodity Fair.