Chapter 9: Retreating Pan Lin
The next day.

He Wei did not mention how he boasted when he returned to Lizhou.

Jin Mao thought about Pan Lin's matter all night and finally came up with a solution through Shi Yu.

Early in the morning, Jin Mao called Bai Shi, Jin Yang, Jin Yun, Liu Fang and Wu Tian to hold a high-level meeting in Jinyun Mountain.

Half an hour later.

Jin Mao led a thousand Min Yue people, taking almost everyone with him except the children who had not yet grown up, to Lizhou.

The Golden Sheep led 150 people to follow, and their main goal was to train troops and to fill the scene.

Everything went smoothly, the only surprise was that Lanzhi, the former village chief, insisted on coming along.

The interesting thing is that Lanzhi seems to be very famous among the Minyue people, and even those who have just surrendered know her.

How should I describe their attitude towards Lanzhi? It seems like they are keeping their distance from her.

...

Lizhou is near the Zhejiang (Qiantang River) tributary.

Lunch.

He Wei's face turned pale and he was sweating coldly.

Behind him was a group of well-dressed country gentlemen, and in front of him was a dark-faced rough man.

Pan Lin was seven feet eight inches tall, the tallest among the Baiyue people. He had a broad frame, prominent joints, and prominent muscles on his exposed chest. It was obvious at first glance that he was extremely brave.

Among so many people present, only Pan Lin was eating meat and drinking wine with big mouthfuls, oblivious to the people around him.

"Lizhou's meat tastes good."

Pan Lin lifted the jar of wine in mid-air and drank a few gulps, most of which fell to the ground, which made the Lizhou gentry heartbroken.

What is even more surprising is that Pan Lin can actually speak elegant Chinese. Even though he has a strong accent, it is not simple.

"It's time to entertain you, what do you think?"

"They are my brothers. You just kill them. It hurts my heart."

"Without 500 gold, I can't explain myself to my brothers."

The gentry in Lizhou all have bitter faces. Even if you sell them all, they are not worth 500 gold.

It's all He Wei's fault. If he hadn't been causing trouble, I would have just paid the ten gold coins and let it go.

So, all the gentry glared at He Wei who was in the front. If looks could kill, He Wei would have died hundreds of times.

"Marshal, give us some time."

As if sensing the murderous intent behind him, He Wei smiled apologetically: "Five hundred gold is not much, but it will take time."

"Oh?"

Even Pan Lin was surprised. He knew best how much money there was in Lizhou. He thought that if He Wei dared to say that, it meant that there was either a big fish or there was danger.

Before coming, Pan Lin made sure to find out that no dragon had ever passed through Wushang County.

The most powerful force nearby, apart from Pan Lin, is the newly rising Jin Mao.

"How many days will it take?"

He Wei wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and pretended to be calm: "Of course the longer the better."

"Oh! Do you still want to say ten years?"

I’ll still think about it for a hundred years, He Wei thought.

"You're joking, Marshal. How about a year?"

"It's not impossible." Pan Lin rolled his eyes, "But I need to stay at your place. I'll leave when I get everything together."

This was even more outrageous than robbery. He Wei was just stalling for time, so he naturally couldn't agree to it. But if he refused directly, he was afraid of being chopped on the spot.

When he was in a dilemma, He Wei vaguely heard footsteps.

Pan Lin, who had noticed it a long time ago, kept his expression unchanged and cut the meat slowly and methodically.

Only when the troops march in unison can there be such a momentum. The people coming are naturally the Jinmao and county troops.

The reason why Pan Lin remained calm in the face of danger was that he really had a thousand people behind him, but there were only more than 400 young and strong people.

Seeing that the savior had finally arrived, He Wei was first surprised, then frightened, and he was so anxious when he ran to Jin Mao.

"Brother, why did you bring so few people?"

Jin Mao stretched out his hand and clenched his fist. The 150-man county soldier team was divided into four parts, with long-haired soldiers in the front, wooden shield and sword soldiers on the left and right, and archers in the back.

Just this one display was enough to fill Pan Lin's face with fear. The Yao people under his command could not be so organized, nor were they so professionally segmented.

Not finished yet.

Jin Mao took out a wooden whistle from his arms.

"Beep beep!"

"Hoohoho!"

On the hillside behind Jin Mao, the roar of thousands of Min Yue people scared away countless birds. Pan Lin could no longer remain calm, and stood up suddenly, his face changing constantly, and finally turned into a loud laugh.

"Hahaha!"

"I've heard for a long time that there is a Mr. Jin in Wushang County."

"Seeing you today, you are indeed extraordinary."

Jin Mao was surprised that Pan Lin could speak elegant language and did not respond immediately.

The situation became awkward.

“Hahaha.” Pan Lin laughed awkwardly. “There’s an old saying in the Central Plains that goes, ‘Friends from afar, let’s have a drink before we leave.’”

"I'll toast you a glass. I'll give Lizhou to you, my friend." The implication was that even if she didn't acknowledge him as a friend, they could just have a fight.

Pan Lin waved back, and immediately one of his men brought a small jar of wine.

Jin Mao heard the hidden meaning in the words. He didn't want to fight either. Being able to get the supplies safely was more important than anything else.

But it would not be right to just take it over like this, as the momentum would be weaker than that of the opponent.

At this moment, a graceful figure jumped out from behind Jin Mao, snatched the wine bottle, broke the seal and took a smell.

"Tsk, heartbreak grass, I didn't play with it when I was a kid." It was Lanzhi.

Even just now, Pan Lin didn't move, but when he saw Lanzhi, he was so scared that he jumped back a few steps and kept some distance.

"Mrs. Dulan!"

"You are still alive!?"

Everyone present changed color, especially Jin Mao. It was normal for a woman who was good at using poison to poison him to death when she was forced to eavesdrop next door every day.

"Mr. Jin has great skills!" Pan Lin bowed his hands and admitted defeat: "Even Madam Dulan can be subdued, today I admit defeat."

After saying this, he led his men away.

After the task was completed, the county troops immediately dispersed.

The fact that the installation could last so long was far beyond Jinmao’s expectations.

Seeing Lanzhi approaching, Jinmao subconsciously wanted to retreat but was stopped by Jinyang who was approaching.

"Pfft."

Lanzhi knelt on the ground and pointed three fingers to the sky: "God, I am Lanzhi, and I am willing to be commanded by you, my Lord, and be your slave."

These words are all in the Min Yue dialect. No one knows what they are saying except Jin Mao.

After saying this, Lanzhi stood up and returned to Jinmao without paying attention to other people's gazes.

"Ahem." Jin Mao coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment.

What could he say?

People have already sworn allegiance, do you still have to ask, are you sincere?

Although he didn't know what was wrong with Lanzhi, Jin Mao could only choose to believe her.

"Brother He, the work is done, you see..."

As they were about to start arguing again, Jin Mao's tense muscles began to relax. Behind him, Lan Zhi smiled sincerely.

"Mother, I finally found someone who is not afraid of me." Lanzhi thought to herself.

All coincidences are misunderstandings.

In fact, Lanzhi was also very anxious. She knew everything Bai Shi had done. Bai Shi was deeply trusted by Jin Mao and was hostile to her. She was afraid that if she didn't show her value, she would be abandoned in the wilderness.

That night, the people of Lizhou Township slaughtered sheep and pigs and hosted a banquet for Jin Mao and his group.

He Wei may be a coward to the outside world, but he is very capable inside.

Not only did he collect all the supplies worth a hundred gold coins, he also gave Jinmao the old horse and iron armor left by his father.

Although it is an old horse, it is not only gentle in nature, but can also run even on mountains and hills.

Jin Mao was so touched that he could finally get rid of the need to walk. He had picked so many blisters on his feet that his white and tender feet had improved to the point where he could go out without shoes.

"Don't worry, bro. I will never forget you!"

He Wei was waiting for this sentence, and a chrysanthemum blossomed on his face, "Hey, we are brothers, why do we have to talk behind each other's backs?"

"Yeah." Jin Mao didn't refute.

He Wei was even happier, and before leaving, he insisted on giving the ten gold coins he had saved with great difficulty to Jin Mao.

"If you don't accept it, it means you look down on me and don't acknowledge me as your brother!"

Jin Mao accepted it with tears in his eyes.

After Jin Mao left, He Wei's wife couldn't help but complain: "That's the savings of several generations of the He family, and you're just giving it away like that!"

"You have long hair but little knowledge!" He Wei turned his head and frowned: "What do you know? My brother is a real dragon who has been exiled to the mortal world. Sooner or later, he will ascend to heaven!"

"When the time comes, as long as he lets a little leak through his fingers, our family will have endless wealth and splendor!"

(End of this chapter)