Chapter Thirteen: Becoming Rich Does Not Necessarily Mean Enjoying Life

  The gold and silver on the table added up to nearly two thousand taels of white silver, which was a concept in the Ming Dynasty. If it were in other provinces, it would be the capital of the rich, but Beijing's Tianxia Fugui people gathered together. Jiang Feng also thought about the origin of these gold and silvers in his heart, but his father was a military officer on the border, and his adoptive father was a Jin Yiwei military officer in the capital city. There must be many gray incomes, so he didn't bother to think about it.

  His mind was always thinking about what to do next, in modern times, during his spare time at work, Jiang Feng was a loyal supporter of the lottery, every period he would go try his luck, often after buying the lottery ticket, he would think about how he would spend 5 million if he won, many times he got so excited that he couldn't sleep.

  Unexpectedly, after the heroic act and crossing over to the Ming Dynasty, so much wealth came out of bullying men and women. Jiang Feng was excited to count the gold and silver repeatedly, thinking in his heart that with this money, should he go and do some things like a young master?

  For example, buying a few maidservants, taking a boat ride on West Lake, touring famous scenic spots and so on. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water, and I involuntarily let out a faint smile. It's extremely embarrassing. Suddenly, an image appears in my mind for no reason - it was half a month ago when the Brocade Guard went to search the house of a merchant in the southern suburbs. The merchant hadn't done anything wrong, but a thousand-household official had taken a liking to one of their antiques.

  If you don't come, they'll pin a false charge on you, arrest and imprison you. The wealth accumulated over decades will vanish in an instant, leaving your family's women wailing and going mad, but it won't change the situation.

  Thinking of that day's tragic scene, Jiang Feng suddenly shuddered and thought for half a day. He was just a small Jin Yiwei, with no rank or status. As long as his wealth was exposed, even wanting to take the two beautiful girls sleeping in the house would be easy for those high-ranking officials, like pinching a small bug to death. It was really too easy. To live more carefree and worry-free in the Ming Dynasty, in ancient times, there was only one way: to become stronger.

  Su Guan Yue didn't know how long it had been since she'd slept so soundly. In the past, she was always worried about this and that, busy with her own sister, only on this simple, smelly kang could she sleep comfortably, vaguely returning to when she and her sister were still young misses...

  Su Guan Yue, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by Jiang Feng's urgent shaking. She was still dazed and didn't know what had happened. The sky was already bright at this time. Jiang Feng patted the girl's face and said quickly:

  "You two are willing to stay here, just stay here. If you don't want to stay, take the silver on the table and leave. Don't be thieves anymore."

  She hastily left the door, Su Guan Yue vaguely responded with a sound, and didn't react to what the other person was saying at all. Her head touched the pillow, and she woke up with a start. She got up and took a look, Jiang Feng had already left the yard. The little girl next to her rubbed her eyes, stretched out her hand to shake Su Guan Yue's arm, and asked:

  "Sister, where are we exactly now?"

  Su Guan Yue didn't say a word, staring blankly at the table. She was puzzled, wondering why she had slept so soundly last night and hadn't worried about the rough wolf beside her at all. On the edge of the food box on the table were some scattered silver coins, which she could see clearly after being a thief for a while - nearly 150 taels.

  Something less than thirty catties in weight was not a burden for Jiang Feng. At home, there were leather bags bought from Mongolia, which could hold gold and silver without taking up too much space. Carrying the bag on his back, with a knife at his side, he hurried to the Yamen, the southern and northern pacification office of the Imperial Guard, but as someone of Jiang Feng's low status, he was not allowed in. The place where they took roll call every day was a house near his residence.

  Every day, there are eight guards from the Wei faction who come out with documents and small flags to check on people, and then go back to report. Although in normal days there aren't so many rules and it's quite relaxed, if you leave for a long time, it's definitely not allowed, and you must ask for leave. The number of people here at Jiangfeng is one team with fifteen people.

  Every time a small flag came, it was a person with the surname Ji, also known as the head of ten households in Mongolia. He liked to take advantage of small things and especially loved eating chicken legs. Everyone got used to not calling him by his real name, but called him "Ji (chicken) leg". People in the Ming Dynasty didn't have a 9-to-5 concept.

  Those officials in the city usually set out from home before dawn when they go to court, but the military discipline of the Brocade Guards is lax and they do as they please. Generally, it's only after the first watch after the cock crows that the various garrison points in the city start their shift. So now Jiang Feng still thinks he has come early.

  But at the door of the small hut, everyone had arrived, including the Ma brothers from yesterday. As soon as he came to this world, Jiang Feng was actually quite in control of his strength. Otherwise, if the Bagua Quan were to be fought for real, lives would definitely be lost.

  In the past, when Jiang Feng came here, he was always ridiculed by these dozen or so Jin Yiwei guards. If it was time to receive their pay, they would even extort some of the silver coins from him. However, today's situation was somewhat different. The Ma brothers had bruises on their faces and noses, and those who were normally arrogant and overbearing took a few subconscious steps back when they saw Jiang Feng arrive.

  They don't even know what a real fight is, wearing brocade and pretending to be authentic goods. Where have they seen the Eight Extremes Fist, a boxing method that kills with a single glance? Yesterday's battle made them think they almost got killed, and when they saw Jiang Feng, their whole body felt cold.

  The people around must have already known about yesterday's incident, looking at Jiang Feng's gaze sweeping over, they all forced out some smiles on their stiff faces, greeting him with a clenched fist, Jiang Feng spat a mouthful of saliva in front of these weak and timid colleagues, and walked in with big strides.

  These people looked at each other and then lowered their heads. It's still a matter of who has the bigger fist, but that person inside also needs to be taught a lesson.

  As he walked in, a small flag with a chicken leg was there, holding someone's waist card to register. Jiang Feng felt anxious and rushed forward, calling out to the person in front of him:

  "Dear brother, I have an urgent matter and need to take leave, can I come first?"

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