Chapter 5: Which one made Grandpa get hit with a club?

  Ding Baojun was inquiring about the ins and outs of the matter, when Liu Yitie came out of the house and startled him. Upon hearing that his own Third Master was not seriously injured, Old Ding was also generous, and a bag of eagle dollars was sent out immediately. This is a rare item, more valuable than silver ingots, brought back by Yang's horse team from Guangdong.

  Liu Yi thanked him and didn't decline, put away the leather bag, and left without looking back. The county government office is now a place of disputes, staying here would only bring trouble.

  Ding Baojun didn't even have the heart to bother with him, as long as Lao San was fine, he himself still had to go in and take a look, and deal with these troublesome objects later.

  "Third Master, are you alright?"

  Yang Meng only wore a piece of silk shorts, Ding Baojun also went up to ask about the cold, just after the New Year, let those foolish thieves outside open the door, how unlucky!

  "Uncle Ding is here!"

  The person who came in was Yang Meng from before. In his mind, he remembered a few people with the surname Ding, who were of uncle generation.

  "What did you call me, Third Master?"

  As soon as the words came out, Ding Baojun was shocked. In the past, when this person was in a good mood, he would call him "Old Ding" and give him great face. When his mood was average, he would just hum and nod, and when his mood was bad, he had to follow his finger.

  His old man, this one is also treated the same way. His own big brother has been waiting for sixteen years to be called father, but he can't be beaten or scolded. Even if a god came, it wouldn't work. Is it because someone was knocked unconscious and suddenly enlightened?

  "Uncle Ding?"

  Yang Meng asked in a puzzled tone, had he done something wrong?

  "Good! Really good! Third Master! Let's get rid of those poor devils and hurry back to Kunming!"

  The Yang family's rise to wealth was only a matter of ten or twenty years, and the person in charge of the Yang family was also ruthless and cruel, with dozens of lives lost, all just ordinary and trivial matters.

  Yang Meng's heart was also racing upon hearing this, and with just one sentence, Uncle Ding was going to take someone down. Wasn't the Yang family just a bunch of hoodlums?

  "Killed a poor man? Which poor man?"

  Yang Meng didn't want to go back in a muddle, he wanted to live again easily, but he had to be more careful, it's not auspicious to kill people as soon as he showed his head.

  "Those idiots who beat you up."

  Yang's family bought tea mountain, walked Ma Bang, with many lives and lawsuits in their hands that can't be counted. Yunnan has become increasingly chaotic over the past few years, killing a few poor men is nothing.

  What delighted Ding Baojun the most was that his own Third Master had finally come to his senses, which was a great piece of news that he must tell his elder brother at once.

  "Those bastards beat me all along the way. Uncle Ting, let me take a break and I'll go settle the score with them."

  Thinking of the stinky foot that opened his eyes, Yang Meng's heart was also itching with hatred. He had never suffered such a loss before, and if he didn't get revenge, it would be unforgivable for the reputation of San Ye.

  "Whatever you say, I'll do it!"

  Now Ding Baojun is overjoyed, the eldest of the Yang family is a horse herder, the second child is studying abroad, and there is only one third child by his side. In recent years, this person has been relatively well-behaved, but since he made some small achievements in martial arts, he has never stopped getting into trouble with people's lives. Although it can be said that those who provoke him are all people who deserve to die, at the age of 16, playing like this is a big worry for his brother.

  This was opened with a punch, and I don't know how excited the big brother at home will be! He wants to play, let him play!

  Yi Liang County Magistrate Jiang Yuanyu, who was standing behind Ding Baojun, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. This matter is now more than half over. It seems that this stupid king has a significant weight in the Yang family!

  "Get these clothes washed! They're so smelly and can't be worn."

  Yang Meng saw that he hadn't been exposed, so he let go and looked down at his embroidered silk jacket on the ground, which was covered in foul-smelling mud. In his previous life, he had been a billionaire, and he had never suffered such humiliation.

  "What's the washing for? Master Jiang, let someone help Third Master get dressed!"

  Yang Meng is fine, and this matter will be settled more than half. The Yang family still has fields and farms in Yiliang, and they also need to give some face to their parents' officials.

  "Third Master, what kind of hat would you like? I'll go find someone to get one for you right away."

  Yang's family couldn't afford to provoke him, so Ding Daguai gave him a way out, and Jiang Yuangui naturally went along with it.

  "He's good enough as he is."

  Yang Meng pointed to the short and neat attendant behind Jiang Yuange, whose clothes were not bad, better than Ding Shu's horse jacket, the long gown of the speaker, and even the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty.

  "Master Ding..."

  The official's clothes, Yang Sanlang, didn't he want to let himself off? Jiang Yuangji's heart also started drumming.

  "Once you've got the silk fabric, it's done."

  Yang Meng's temperament was most clear to Ding Baojun, thinking that one move would be one move, Jiang Yuangui was used to the officialdom and must have thought it strange, so he simply gave him another face.

  "I don't want velvet, I want cotton. These shorts are cool and uncomfortable to wear, also bring me another one."

  The weather here is not too cold, but wearing silk shorts is really uncomfortable, Yang Meng put forward his own requirements.

  "Let's do it as San Ye said."

  To avoid misunderstanding with Jiang Yuangui, Ding Baogui took the initiative to continue the conversation, otherwise, this father and mother official would not be able to sleep well at night.

  The county government had ready-made clothes, and the servant's shirts were made larger for convenience. Yang Meng wore them and they fit him well. However, there were no suitable shoes, so someone had to clean up Yang Meng's original boots and he had to make do with those for now.

  Combing Yang Meng's braid became a problem, the people present were all rough men, and no one was skilled at it. Adding to that, Yang Meng had an injury on the back of his head, so no one dared to touch him. Helplessly, Jiang Yuangui could only ask his wife's maid to comb Yang Meng's braid.

  The maid who came was about 1.5 meters tall, and Yang Meng couldn't bear to look at her appearance. After she finished braiding her hair, Yang Meng recovered a bit, but the back of his head still hurt! It's time to go find those bastards and settle the score.

  Stretching his body, he enjoyed the powerful vitality of his new body. Yang Meng stood up among the crowd, with cautious eyes, and walked out of the house.

  This place is not bad, outside the house there's a small courtyard with mountains and water, flowers and grass, it's a great place to go. However, the group of shabbily dressed men in the courtyard are somewhat nauseating.

  I don't know what month it was, the temperature was probably just over 10 degrees! Among this group of men, only two or three were fully dressed, five or six wore cloth shoes, seven or eight wore straw sandals, and the remaining seven or eight went barefoot.

  Bare-chested, wearing only a torn jacket, and with only one tattered pants on his entire body, was he the one who got messed up by these guys?

  "Which one made Grandpa get hit with a stick?"

  Yang Meng still remembers clearly that Mo San didn't take the blow, and before this, Yang Meng hadn't taken it either. The pain was heart-wrenching!

  "Third Master, I hit him!"

  A young man who was still relatively intact muttered that he himself had suffered, but to implicate the fellow villagers in the village was unbearable.

  "Huihui is no good thing, Ma Qingtian is a Huihui, without him San Ye would be injured?"

  On the side, Yi Liang Dian Shi spoke up. As soon as he said this, Yang Meng and Ding Baojun's eyebrows furrowed.

  When he saw himself saying something wrong, the wise and historic Lord Yi also shrank his neck and slowly retreated.

  In Yunnan, if you want to say who is the most despicable, the first one is the Qing court. When the Hui are strong, they help the Hui kill the Han; when the Han are strong, they help the Han kill the Hui. They constantly stir up trouble in Yunnan, causing the Han and Hui to slaughter each other. Now that the Han in Yunnan have become powerful, the Qing court is starting to cause trouble again.

  Ding Baojun has a deep understanding of this. He is also considered half a Jianghu person, and he has dealt with various ethnic groups in Yunnan. There are no difficult-to-get-along-with nationalities, of course, when it doesn't involve personal interests. When it involves personal interests, that ethnicity is not easy to get along with either.

  The Yang family's horse gang and the Huihui have been cooperating for a long time, whether it is the knife hand guarding the village or the knife hand running the horse gang, there are not a few Huihui. Yiliang Dianshi this bear plaything, is in stirring up trouble, such a scourge as soon as possible still do away with good.

  "I didn't provoke you, I didn't offend you, why did you hit me so hard!"

  Yang Meng used to be a big-time drug lord in the Golden Triangle. As for what Tian Shi said, it's not like he could hear him anyway. First, let's figure out how we got beaten up. These people don't seem to be bad guys after all, and killing them would be unlucky.

  "Third Master, it's all my fault, I took you for a human trafficker."

  Ma Qinghu was really scared, he himself had offended Yang Lao San, if the Yang family in Kunming could forgive him, it wouldn't be called the Yang family.

  "Human trafficker? Why am I being treated like a human trafficker?"

  After hearing this, combined with Yiliang Dianshi's crooked words, Yang Meng felt that there was something fishy going on inside. What kind of family the Yangs were, he wasn't even clear about it himself, and now someone had come to stir up trouble in his own backyard.

  "Third Master, because my sister was kidnapped a few days ago, someone in the village saw from afar that she was wearing good clothes, so I mistakenly took you for a human trafficker."

  Ma Qing's tiger-like heart was racing with fear as he finished speaking, thinking to himself that this time he had gotten into big trouble. He wasn't afraid of death, but what he feared most was his own sister suffering because of him.

  "So you're saying that human trafficker had Grandpa beaten with a stick, right?"

  Yang Meng was obviously trying to make excuses for these poor men, but they had all been intimidated by the reputation of the Yang family in Kunming. Which one of them hadn't been beaten up by this Yang San Ye on this road?

  "Is it? Then it is. Isn't it? Then it isn't. What's with the silly look on your face? Don't you want to go home?"

  Old Ding has a discerning eye, as soon as Yang Meng's words came out, he savored the flavor, these three are unbearable! They all know how to be flexible.

  "Yes!"

  A group of twenty or thirty people, their voices are not even as loud as Ding Baojun's, it seems that the Yang family in Yunnan is extraordinary!

  "Uncle Ding, this human trafficker hit me with a stick, what should I do?"

  Now this old Ding and his recent words, let's listen to them carefully!

  "Get him out! Skin and flesh torn apart, lanterns lit in mid-air, dismembered into five pieces, buried under a lotus flower."

  The Yang family can't just take a beating for nothing. Since the third master doesn't want to take it out on this group of poor devils, then those traffickers should be the ones to suffer instead. Anyway, he brought three hundred good men with him, so it's only right that they get rid of these scoundrels for the people.

  "It's about time!"

  Jiang Yuanyi was also helpless, the Ding family had already spoken harshly, it was time for him to speak as a father from Yiliang. This human trafficker was also blind to the situation, why did he have to kidnap them at this time, almost getting himself killed in the process. Killing them wouldn't even be satisfying.

  "Then go find them! These people are poorly dressed, get some clothes for them, don't tarnish Third Master's reputation."

  This can be considered as avenging Yang Meng from before. Ma Qinghu is his benefactor and cannot be killed, so he'll find the human trafficker instead!

  "Third Master! The old master is still thinking of you at home. Why don't we go back first?"

  Looking for human traffickers, Yiliang County has one or two million people, now it's almost dark, where can we find them? Ding Baojun decided to take this man back to Kunming first, leaving 100-200 people to deal with the human traffickers would be fine.

  "Did he get a white beating and run back home crying?"

  This also involves Ma Qinghu's sister, just consider it as repaying a favor. Now go back, in case something unpleasant happens again, it won't be good.

  "Then go find it!"

  This is what Ding Baojun said about Yiliang County, when it comes to your place, you are most familiar with the situation, and at worst, you should find a few scapegoats to let San Ye return home.