Chapter 129: Counterattack (2)

  Welcome to Jiupin Literature, you can quickly enter this site by searching "Jiupin Literature" on any search engine. This site permanently provides free downloads of high-quality and txt format services without pop-up windows! Zhou Guangbi was also lucky, the number of pirates was originally not many, at that time, the Dengzhou water army was still patrolling along the coast, and the pirates were worried about being surrounded by the imperial court, so they did not dare to make too many excessive demands. As a result, both families were happy after the negotiations, Zhou Guangbi's superior was promoted and became rich, and naturally did not forget to bring him this lucky general. The version circulating outside is different, but the truth is just as ironic, this is history.

  "The little ones want to rebuild the coastal forts, also for the consideration of the adults. If we can get news of the enemy's situation from Majiatun earlier, the adults can also calmly decide on a strategy to defend against the enemy, right?" Yang Bo saw Zhou Guangbi's delight and immediately followed up

  "Uh-huh." Zhou Guangbi hesitated, the fields in Ma Jiatun were not many, but there were quite a few military strongholds along the coast. As for Yang Bo's idea of rebuilding the strongholds, it was nothing more than an excuse thought up by this Trial Hundred Household who was afraid of death and greedy for life. Zhou Guangbi was almost certain that if the stronghold discovered enemy activity, the first one to run away would definitely be this Trial Hundred Household in front of him.

  Zhou Guangbi saw that Yang Bo was still somewhat reasonable, so he suppressed his anger and said: "Yang Bailiu, who wrote this note?"

  "Korean bitten goose that forgetful egg......" Yang Bo turned his hand and sold Han Kouer, without any psychological burden: "What's wrong with you, sir?"

  "When you go back, remember to help me with something, take a thicker stick and beat him well" Zhou Guangbi said hatefully: "Still want two hundred more padded jackets? Why not go rob some more? What about one hundred bows? Sixty long knives? Go check the armory of Andong Wei City, can you get twenty out..."

  "A careful sailor can sail for ten thousand years." Yang Bo said without any embarrassment, "If we had two red cannons..."

  "Yang Baihu, are you still not awake?" Zhou Guangbi smiled slightly, with a hint of disdainful mockery in his voice. "You can't even get one red cannon from the Ink Mo Camp, and now you want two? Yang Baihu, what do you take the small Stone Mill for?"

  "It's also good to have a few pairs of iron-plated boots, the soldiers can run a bit faster if they wear them..."

  "These shoes on my feet aren't bad, come over and take them off"

  Yang Bo was furious, he never thought that Zhou Guangbi would be so stingy, a complete miser! If you don't bring out some real skills, Zhou Guangbi won't know what it means to have someone outside who can match him! What did I do before? I ran business! How many cold and icy procurement people didn't eventually fall under my sales tactics? Today is the day to meet a worthy opponent, Yang Bo rolled up his sleeves and began the difficult negotiation.

  The people in the hall stared blankly at the two, like old ladies haggling over a few cents at the market, and when they heard Yang Bo's absurd remarks, many of them took off their smelly iron boots and placed them on the table to examine them. What was so special about this pair of tattered shoes? Why did Yang Baihu say that a pair of tattered shoes ruined a soldier, a soldier ruined a general, and a general ruined a war? Were they going to offer these stinky shoes as sacrifices when they got back?

  "Sir, Ma Family Village is preparing to open up wasteland for farming, how about giving us a few head of cattle?"

  "No, huh? Are you planning on hoarding land?"

  "Never mind, let's talk about the sabers instead. Earlier, sir promised me sixty of them..."

  "Fart! I promised you ten long knives earlier. Are you really planning to cultivate the land? I can exempt you from paying silver and grain for a year."

  "Too many cooks spoil the broth, adults gave bows, and arrows also need to be pointed..."

  Yang Bo stepped up his attack, while Zhou Guangbiao defended steadily, and for a time the two men were evenly matched.

  Finally, Zhou Guangbi, who was parched and tongue-tied, waved his hand, and a trusted aide resembling a chief of staff ran over.

  "Take Yang Baihu to the warehouse, he can take whatever he wants..." Zhou Guangbi waved his hand somewhat tiredly.

  Yang Bo felt secretly pleased in his heart, but still maintained a faintly calm expression on his face.

  "It's all over, it's all over" Vice Commander Wang saw Zhou Guangbi sitting in a chair drinking water non-stop and knew that the Commander was exhausted today.

  The people below were finally satisfied and dispersed in a hurry, today's events were enough for them to go back and brag about for a long time...

  "Yang Baihu, you're busy with the affairs of Maojia Village, so don't come over here too often from now on." Wang Qianhu finally said something that pleased Zhou Guangbi.

  "At first, Laozi's team had just started and there were only a dozen or so people with seven or eight guns..."

  Yang Bo leaned against the car frame, shaking his head and humming a song. The car was piled high with some kind of weapon, so he and the scholar had to sit on the outside.

  Although there were not many varieties and quantities of these weapons, they were carefully selected from the warehouse. There were 16 waist knives, more than 20 long guns, several rattan shields, only five bows, and the rest were rotten and unusable. What made Yang Bo most happy was that he also got a set of iron armor.

  Yang Baihu is now famous and his prestige has greatly increased. Zhou Zongqi, who was in charge of the warehouse, saw Hu Datou's downfall and felt a little uneasy in his heart, and as a result, he became much more respectful to Yang Bo.

  Seeing Yang Bo's complacent look, the scholar on the side rolled his eyes and looked down on him in his heart. "The Art of War says that the strange and the normal are combined, with the normal as the main and the strange as the auxiliary. In all battles, use the normal to combine and the strange to change. This person is only recklessly muddled, falling into a lower level, not the way of a gentleman..."

  Back in the seaside house, it was already dark, and Tie Niu and the others were still waiting for him.

  Yang Bo jumped down from the ox cart with a smile, and instructed Xiao Mo Xiu, who was surrounding him: "Move all these things in, find an empty room to put them first..."

  These people were still young at heart and when they saw so many black and shiny weapons, they cheered and rushed forward, causing a commotion that was impossible to control.

  "I'm going home"

  Yang Bo was startled, and that idiot was drawing his bow and scanning around.

  He hastily called out: "Niu'zi, put down your bow, don't play with that..."

  "Master, come in quickly and wash your face, dinner is ready soon."

  "Where's Han Ye?" Yang Bo asked casually as he walked.

  "Back home, Brother Han found someone to fix up the house in the afternoon. It feels much better now." Xiao Yulan returned

  "What a fart, isn't it still the same old crooked way?" Yang Bo said disdainfully.

  After finishing dinner, the sky had completely darkened, Xiao Yulan lit a few oil lamps, and several people sat together under the flickering light to eat.

  "Young master, what's with all these weapons? What are you going to do?" Doggie asked vaguely.

  "That has nothing to do with you, just honestly continue standing in line." Yang Bo slapped a chopstick on the scholar's hand and clamped a piece of fatty meat into his own bowl.

  The scholar hastily stretched out another piece...

  A burst of laughter erupted around, even Iron Bull, who rarely spoke, chimed in with a few words.

  In the past, when eating, Xiū Cái liked to pretend to be dignified. By the time he had washed his hands, rinsed his mouth and adjusted his posture, only the soup was left on the table. After losing out a few times, now he has also learned his lesson.

  After dinner, Yang Bo found a small twig and began to pick his teeth while beckoning Xiao Mo Xiu over with a wave of his hand.

  Young Master?

  "Don't worry, tomorrow morning you go to Andong Weicheng and pick up the priest." Yang Bo patted Xiao Mo Xiu's shoulder "I have some things here that need his help"

  Xiao Mo nodded slightly

  "You work hard, there are still some things for you to do, the list is here, ask Yulan for the money, I don't trust others, you..."