Chapter Thirteen: The Clean Street Tiger

  Looking at the three subordinates brought by Daqing, Ma Qinghu is a poor man, still carrying an oil bottle with a seductive shape, Tang Mei is a messy party, wearing dirty clothes, and Cen Yu'e doesn't need to be said, her clothes are all washed white, definitely not a rich master, what kind of Tusi descendant, most likely just nonsense.

  Needless to say, the two fools are one, stupid, big, black and rough is Yang Meng's previous image, fortunately there is a good family background, otherwise can only go to do armed robbery.

  It's just that an armed robbery is also brewing, and Zhou Dashan, the good fellow from Yiliang, will be the first victim.

  "You four come with me to Kunming City, after all, you are also Third Master's people, can't dress like a poor man."

  When Yang Meng said this, Xiao Qinglian, who was hiding behind Ma Qinghu, had a faint blush on her face.

  Ding Baojun also wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead, and with a chilly gaze in his one eye, he looked at Cen Yu'e for a moment. This little beast, it would be best to get rid of him while Third Master is not paying attention. At such a young age, he already knows how to take advantage of the situation, who knows what he might do to the Yang family in the future.

  "Brother Ding, does our family have reliable manpower? Those with two hands and who listen to orders."

  This team is currently lacking a fighter, and with just Ma Qinghu alone, it's not enough. For now, let's find some people from the Yang family to make up for it!

  "It's possible, but this matter needs to be asked of the old master, I can't make the decision."

  This three-master of his own family, alone and unaccompanied, can shake the entire Yunnan Prefecture with a single shot. If he were to give someone else a hand, wouldn't that be asking for trouble? Even if Ding Baojun was capable of taking charge, he wouldn't dare play it this way!

  What if this grandfather, in a bad mood, takes people to fight the governor's mansion? Can the Yang family still survive? This matter, my grandfather has done it before, if it weren't for the fact that the current governor and the old master have a good relationship, according to the Qing law, this third grandfather of ours would have been killed several times.

  "Then I'll go find Old Master and ask him about it. This time when we enter the city, should I bring some money or not?"

  Bring money? This is really strange, Yang San Ye never brings money when he goes out. It's okay to say that in other places, but in Kunming County, who dares to ask him for money?!

  "Oh... I'll go prepare."

  Third Master has figured it out, Ding Baojun has forgotten this trick, and Qian really didn't prepare for it.

  "What kind of person is this! Leaving home without bringing money."

  Looking at Old Ding's hastily departing figure, Yang Meng felt somewhat indignant. Was he really so overbearing? Could he be ordered around like money?

  Everyone had a horse, except for Yang Meng's treatment was different, still a wooden cart, but this time it was equipped with two horses, and an official hat chair was also set up on the cart, but this thing looked out of place, just like the clothes on his body.

  "I told Uncle Ding, can't this thing be changed? If not, I'll get a horse instead!"

  Yang Meng was somewhat displeased, wasn't this going out to show off? He was after all the third master of the Yang family, and entering the city like this wouldn't be dignified.

  "When the horse team returning from Tibet comes, let them bring a message and tell those in Tibet to get you a fine horse from Tianshan, these Yunnan horses really can't carry you!"

  Ding Baojun was also helpless, the third master used to be a foot soldier, who would have thought he would ride horses? Yunnan horses can carry about 200 catties, which is already considered good, but the third master's weight, at least 270-280 catties, and possibly even over 300.

  Is it just a matter of finding something that can be carried and walked? In the past, Ding Baojun always thought being strong and healthy was a good thing, but now it's not. Getting a fine horse is also not easy, and whether this matter can be accomplished is also uncertain.

  "Never mind, let's hurry up and go!"

  Yang Meng was also embarrassed, everyone else could ride horses, but he himself sat in a cart and ran wildly, it's embarrassing to talk about!

  Everything has its pros and cons, who would have thought that this sturdy body of mine would also become a burden to myself. I wonder how he managed to eat that stuff. Just thinking about the bloody venison in my mind makes Yang Meng speechless.

  According to past memories, Yang Meng's favorite thing to hit was a wild boar. He would eat one whole head at a time, and after removing the internal organs, skin, and bones, he would be left with 30-40 kilograms of meat. With a physique like that, how could his body not be strong?

  Waving away the embarrassment, Yang Meng was still very satisfied with his body. The injury on the back of his head had almost healed, and it had only been a few days? Thinking about the generous capital again, Yang Meng was even more delighted, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

  Yang Meng didn't say a word, and no one disturbed him. The group rode horses and sat in carriages, walking for about half an hour, when the gray city wall of Kunming County fell into view. Because Kunming County has the Yunnan Provincial Governor's Office, which is also the location of the Yunnan Prefectural Government Office, the official management is strict, and the outside of the city is much cleaner than Yiliang, without a single thatched cottage or grass hut built on the road leading to Kunming.

  At the city gate, there were Qing soldiers guarding it. When they saw Ding Baojun, these Qing soldiers bowed down one after another. But when they saw Yang Meng on the wooden cart, their faces froze and the flattering smiles on their faces instantly turned pale. Each and every one of them stood there trembling all over, not daring to move a step.

  Only after Yang Meng and his group entered the city did the gatekeeper dare to move his feet, and he scolded one of his subordinates in a fit of rage:

  "Damn it, Third Baldy! I told you not to smoke in front of the city gate, but you wouldn't listen. If that grandfather's nose wasn't useless today, we'd all be dead! Old Scar, ride to the Governor's mansion to report the news, and you few go tell those familiar tobacco shops to spread the word, hurry up!"

  At the city gate official's shout, these Qing soldiers also couldn't help but abandon their posts and scattered in all directions.

  The city gate officer didn't slack off either, and after collecting the things, he went home directly. Going out to report the news? What if he ran into Old Man Yang, with this strong tobacco smell on him, that would be a capital offense.

  Those Qing soldiers were also old hands in Kunming, and as they took a shortcut, they began to spread the news of Yang Meng's entry into the city. Many shops closed before Yang Meng and his men arrived, and the large county town of Kunming gradually fell silent due to this group of people.

  The Yunnan Governor's Mansion, located by the Emerald Lake, also became busy. One after another, attendants rushed out of the mansion. The Governor of Yunnan, He Changling, who was in the mansion, was startled by the chaotic noise outside.

  "What's going on here? Hasn't anyone got any discipline?"

  This Lord He is very particular and cannot tolerate his subordinates leaving their posts without permission. This is the Yunnan Governor's Office, not some trifling place like a cat or dog playground.

  "Something's wrong! The Tyrant has entered the city!"

  The shouting voice with a tremolo also delighted He Changling. This stupid overlord was indeed a divine being from Yunnan, and ordinary people could not afford to provoke him.

  "This Yang old servant, not taking care of his own family's calamity, has again let him wreak havoc on Kunming. Order it down, don't let the Green Camp soldiers enter the city, lest they provoke this stupid tyrant's ferocity. Each official must also take care of their own affairs, and not go out to touch that stupid tyrant's sore spot."

  He Changling had also recently arrived in Yunnan and, having received the previous one's instructions, paid a visit to Yang Shiqun. The two men chatted with great pleasure, and He Laoda was very supportive of this wealthy Yunnan merchant.

  Yang Shiqin is good everywhere, but he has a soft spot for his third son, who is a disaster-prone troublemaker. When He Changling first came to Yunnan and advocated for banning opium, he was also chased by this stupid tyrant when he returned with confiscated smoking utensils.

  At that time, He Lao Da Ren was also very angry. As a high-ranking official, he had been challenged by a local tyrant and lost face. He called in Yang Shi Qin to investigate and punish the man, but the result was laughable. Yang Jia Lao San's nose was sensitive, and whenever he smelled opium, he would attack with his fists. In the previous two years, he had beaten to death over a dozen opium addicts in Kunming County alone.

  He was also being pursued because he had the smell of opium on him. As a newcomer, he still had to rely on Yang Shiqing to handle the relationship between the various ethnic groups in Yunnan and the imperial court. Those who smoked opium were also what he hated most. Adding that Yang was born foolish, this matter was also settled.

  "Sir, Kunming is where the Governor's office is located, how can you be so reckless and tyrannical!"

  The Governor's Mansion wasn't that nobody dared to provoke Yang Shiqin, it was just suppressed by the successive governors. This new governor seems to have been tied up by Yang Shiqin as well. The Yunnan official who spoke, still wanted to take advantage of Yang Lao San's affair to give Yang Shiqin some eye medicine.

  "Aren't you afraid of him, are you going to deal with him? Yang Shiqin has been operating in Yunnan for many years and is on good terms with the leaders of various ethnic groups such as Yi, Zhuang, Bai, and Dai. He can also communicate with the Hui people who are currently causing trouble. If we arrest this foolish son whom he regards as his own flesh and blood, will he be willing to work for us? Moreover, Yang Shiqin is a renowned philanthropist in Yunnan and the head of the Kunming Chamber of Commerce. Which one of you hasn't received money from him? You're trying to trip him up, what good will it do for you?"

  He Lao Da Ren is sixty years old, his body is not very strong, he has long since extinguished the heart of struggle, being the Governor of Yunnan and Guizhou is almost the last leg of his official career, it's better to be stable.

  That trouble-making Yunnan official, hearing the displeasure in He Changling's words, also shut his mouth tight. Since the Governor-General didn't want to take action, he shouldn't look for trouble here either, and should just obediently go handle his own official business.

  "Tell Yang Lao to pass on a message, if his precious thing enters Kunming City again, give advance notice, casually killing the bandits isn't a good thing, if it reaches the imperial court, I'll be in trouble too, disperse now!"

  In fact, He Changling still agreed with Yang Meng's entry into the city in his heart. The harm of opium is very widespread and has been banned repeatedly without being eliminated. With this stupid king, it is also a deterrent to those who smoke for them to occasionally turn around Kunming City.

  If he could eradicate opium, he would kill as many smokers as possible, and He Changling would turn a blind eye. Besides, what can you do to a fool?

  Inside Kunming City, there was a sense of unrest. Yang Meng also felt that something was off. The weather wasn't bad either! Why were there so few people doing business in Kunming City?

  "Uncle Ding, was Kunming city like this before too?"

  "Oh... I don't often come into the city either, maybe that's it!"

  How can you say that? Are you saying that you are the cleanest street in Kunming City? Are you saying that you have affected people's business? This is something that Ding Baojun cannot say out loud.

  Yang Meng heard Old Ding's words and roughly understood the reason. It seems that he really didn't need to bring money when going out, this name is quite useful!

  "Let's go directly to the shoe store!"

  The clothes can still be worn, but the boots on the feet are really uncomfortable to wear. Wearing this iron-studded leather boot not only hurts my feet, but also makes walking extremely uncomfortable.

  Everyone walked together, and almost no shops were open. The shoe store was also closed early.

  "Third Master, let's do it this way! You said you wanted a pair of boots, we'll find someone to make them for you. Why don't you go back to our mansion in the city first?"

  This can't go on, although the Third Master of our family has come up with a plan, who knows if he will kill the tobacco demon or not. This Kunming county town is where the Governor's office is located, and if things continue like this, there will definitely be repercussions from the official side, and in the end, it will still be the Yang family that suffers.

  "Here, I locked Zhang and found his home, but Grandpa didn't believe me. Am I that scary?"

  It's so troublesome to find someone to make a shoe, what should we do with future business? Yang Meng also got angry, he insisted on making this shoe today.