Chapter 66: The Town Tyrant! (End)

A new day has begun.

Chen Xiang stretched himself and got up, feeling the hard plank bed and the spacious room, and couldn't help laughing.

"No, I have to get up quickly."

Today is a rare rest day for the grain tax team, and he can't waste time sleeping.

Chen Xiang stopped smiling, returned to an expressionless look, got up quickly, went to the clean and tidy kitchen, and started cooking for himself.

Two eggs, a bowl of thick porridge, and a sausage full of oil.

The sausage was brought back from the three-day reward at the restaurant before, and he had eaten three sausages in a few days.

Eating eggs, drinking thick porridge with sausage, salty and light, how delicious it is.

After eating, wash the bowl.

Looking at the gray tile house he was assigned, Chen Xiang was very satisfied, "Let's go out for a walk, just in time to see how my parents are doing in the town."

After taking over Qinghe Town, the clan leader recruited many people from the village to develop Qinghe Town, with many screening conditions.

One of them was to give priority to their twelve grain tax team members.

Chen Xiang walked out and locked the door.

What he saw.

There were people coming and going.

Chen Xiang first came to an inn.

The town is just a town, there are not many inns, but each inn is valuable.

Fulai Inn is the property of the Chen family now.

As soon as Chen Xiang came over, he saw a waiter greeting guests at the door of the inn.

"Hey? Brother Xiang?"

Chen Xiang was a little dazed.

Can I be called brother?

Chen Xiang calmed down and smiled, "Shisan, how is it going?"

"Well, it's okay. The work of this waiter is a bit tiring, but it's easier than working in the fields, and I earn more. And who am I? My surname is Chen!"

"I will definitely be able to move up in the future."

Chen Shisan said confidently.

Chen Xiang nodded in agreement, "Do a good job, I'll go find my parents."

"Okay, brother, uncle and aunt should still be in the kitchen now."

Saying goodbye to Chen Shisan, Chen Xiang walked into the inn.

This is a two-story inn.

The first floor is for eating and drinking, and the second floor is for accommodation.

After looking at the shopkeeper at the counter, Chen Xiang exchanged a few words with him, then opened the curtain and walked towards the back kitchen.

The shopkeeper continued to calculate.

He was an old shopkeeper, and he had always helped the Gao family. Who would have thought that the fierce dragon of the Chen family would appear and overthrow the Gao family.

Fortunately, the Chen family seemed to be short of manpower, so he still had many of his fellows' treatment unchanged, and he finally settled down.

Chen Xiang, who walked towards the back kitchen, glanced at the shopkeeper with a cold look.

Soon, Chen Xiang found his parents.

Because his parents usually cooked big pot meals for the village. (Big pot meals save food and firewood relatively)

So he was arranged by the clan leader to help the inn as a kitchen helper, and by the way, try to learn some cooking skills.

The treatment is good.

After all, a cook will never starve to death.

After not seeing each other for a few days, his parents' faces are a little more rosy.

After some greetings, I suddenly heard some noise coming from the front.

"Mom and Dad, I'll go over and take a look."

At this time.

On the first floor of the inn, a few green-skinned hooligans who looked like bad guys were pointing at the bugs in the food and cursing at Thirteen.

"Hey, guests, I'll change one for you, okay?"

Thirteen apologized carefully.

"Change one? Bah!"

"Do you need that little money? I just want to see if your Fulai Inn is bullying you today!"

"Oh? What do you want to say?"

A cold voice came from behind.

Chen Xiang wrapped his fist with a white cloth while looking at these green-skinned people.

"Hey, who is this? Who is the boss? Ah? What do the two minions mean?"

At this time, the diners next to him were already talking and watching the excitement.

"Is it really that the store is bullying customers?"

"Bullshit, you believe all the trash that Qingpi says, it's obvious that he is looking for trouble."

"Ah? No way, everyone knows that the Chen family is in the limelight now, how dare you cause trouble for the Chen family?"

"Hehe, that's because the people in Qinghe Town are afraid, it doesn't mean that the higher-ups are afraid, the county, um~"

"Oh~ but why?"

"Who knows, maybe it's not what I think, but this Qingpi gangster is asking for trouble? After all, if he had a brain, he wouldn't be a Qingpi gangster."

"..."

Looking at Chen Xiang wrapping his fist with white cloth, the leading Qingpi's eyes flickered and grinned, "What? Want to fight? Is this the way your Chen's inn is?"

Chen Xiang didn't say anything.

Qingpi didn't see that some people around who were obviously innkeepers were wrapping their fists with white cloth and gathered around with indifference.

At this moment.

Ta-ta-ta...

The sound of footsteps running sounded outside the inn.

"Catch these people."

A loud shout.

Chen Li stood up, and behind him were teams of grain tax members who had changed their weapons from bamboo spears to long spears and short knives.

At the command.

The men immediately surrounded them, staring at the young men with a covetous look.

"This, this, this... No, I'm just asking for justice, you, you want to arrest me?"

The leading young man was a little unbelievable.

At the same time, he cursed in his heart, damn Gao Kuo, if he had known earlier, he would not have been greedy for that little money.

Just as he was thinking this.

"The remnants of the Gao family who resisted taxes, Liu Dabao, you are right, arrest them all."

"No! It's unjust! Unjust!"

Unfortunately, under the swords and spears, the gangsters were all very soft.

They were led out like dogs.

None of the diners around spoke.

One was afraid, and the other was grateful. After all, no one likes gangsters, and it would be best if they were all dead.

Chen Li glanced at Chen Xiang, "It's our own restaurant after all, it's not good to see blood."

After saying this, he left.

Chen Xiang looked at Chen Li, the former big brother, indifferently, shook his head, and looked at the indifferent shopkeeper, his eyes became deeper.

...

Soon.

Chen Xiang saw the gangsters and a young man in brocade clothes at the town gate. They were tied up and staggered towards a direction.

Chen Xiang knew where that location was.

It was a mass grave...

Not only did he know, but the townspeople also knew it. Some onlookers looked at Chen Li and Chen Xiang with more awe in their eyes.

Chen Xiang could always feel some gazes when walking on the road.

Helplessness flashed in his eyes.

There was no way. As one of the captains of the grain tax team at that time, he was still remembered by some people.

With the current power of the Chen family in Qinghe Town, it would be strange if they didn't take a closer look at him.

Then, he went to some shops run by the Chen family, and at the same time listened to the gossip of the surrounding townspeople.

The more he listened, the more surprised he was.

"The Chen family is amazing. I heard that the seven major families are cooperating with the Chen family to sell that black gold cream. They say they are cooperating, but I think they are just relying on each other..."

"The Chen family shop is recruiting people. The treatment is very good. Why don't you go there quickly?"

"Hehe, you don't know yet. I heard that the grain tax team is about to start recruiting people. A large group of poor people from Shangao Village went there..."

"People from other towns have come to the Chen family to cooperate..."

"Hiss, it seems that the first family in Qinghe Town will be the Chen family in the future!"

Chen Xiang listened, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

This kind of life is really good...

Qinghe is the first, Chen family

ps: The second volume ends here, and the next part is about the county town. However, it is not only about the county town, but also about a higher level;

The treacherous envoy, marriage, the rivers and lakes, the noble families, the national war...

The chaotic world will gradually begin, and it is just a prologue.

Finally, please ask for the follow-up reading on Tuesday. I didn’t advance this time, and I didn’t follow up enough. Maybe I wrote too slowly. I hope everyone can support me so that I can be resurrected next week. Thank you very much.