Chapter 584: Time to Repay the Debt |
Publish Time: 2026-06-18 11:26:33
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The grain shop sold grain at high prices, and the government earned a huge amount of silver.
Wu Shen was overjoyed: There’s money! I have money again.
Yet, this money hadn’t even warmed in his hands, when Li Daoxuan, holding a birdcage, appeared at the entrance of his government office: “Lord Wu, I heard that the refugees in the city got an unexpected windfall and bought lots of grain from the government grain shop, so you must be rich now.”
Wu Shen’s heart skipped a beat.
Li Daoxuan said: “That fertilizer you bought from me on credit, it’s time to settle the payment.”
Li Daoxuan took back the silver, wearing a sly grin: “Lord Wu, with the refugees buying so much, your government grain shop must be running low on stockpile, right?”
Wu Shen replied: “Indeed, there’s not much stockpile left. If they come to buy like that two or three more times, the government grain shop will run out too.”
Li Daoxuan said: “This isn’t too hard to fix. You see, I have some stockpile at home I can lend to help you, Lord Wu. Would you like to borrow some grain from me on credit to sell? Lord Wu repays debts; you’re reliable, so I’ll trust you with credit.”
Wu Shen was thrilled: “You’re willing to lend me grain? That’s brilliant! I’ll take it all, no matter how much you have.”
Just as they agreed on the grain loan, they heard commoners outside shout: “People from Qin King Mansion are going to the fertilizer store again.”
“So many of them, carrying clubs.”
Hearing this, Wu Shen grew very anxious.
But Li Daoxuan chuckled: “Don’t rush. My men are all guarding it. Let’s go see.”
The grain shop and the fertilizer store weren’t far apart; half a block straight ahead, then a turn, and they’d be visible.
Wu Shen was frantic and ran at full speed. Li Daoxuan stayed calm, though—running fast might disturb the bird, so he strolled over casually.
By the time Li Daoxuan turned the corner, he saw the scene before the fertilizer store was already bustling with chaos.
This time, the Qin King Mansion group didn’t exchange a word; they just lifted their clubs and leaped into battle, like rogue fighters raiding enemy turf, swinging without hesitation.
But the militia members were ready. They pulled out clubs prepared beneath their counter and charged forward to confront them.
The onlookers, seeing the scale of forces from both sides, knew to stay clear this time. They instantly fled a whole block away.
Then, the entire street in front of the fertilizer store became a battlefield.
Qin King Mansion brought fifty men.
The militia didn’t deploy extra—if the foe sent fifty, so did we—focusing on not letting them gauge our strength.
About a hundred people swung clubs wildly in street fights.
This was Xi’an!
Normally, the troops stationed here would’ve stormed in, but this battle was royal kin against the civil ministerial group. The officers handling law enforcement kept far, far away, not even wanting to meddle verbally.
The Provincial Governor of Shaanxi and the magistrate of Xi’an acted as if they didn’t exist. No one stepped in.
With no one caring, it came down to brute force.
Zheng Gouzi shifted to dodge a club from an opposing servant.
His own club, though, whacked the man fiercely on the thigh.
The man thudded to the ground. Zheng Gouzi seized the moment to swing repeatedly, pummeling him.
Another servant nearby flashed over to ambush him.
But militia fighting had a hint of battle formation tactics.
Even on the cramped street, it couldn’t fully unfold, but teamwork and cover were basic skills.
A nearby Militia Soldier swung his club, blocking for Zheng Gouzi.
With a clang, the servant’s club was knocked aside.
Zheng Gouzi seized the chance, swept his own club, and sent that one sprawling too.
The servants were obviously dissatisfied; whoosh, several more charged forward.
But they heard Ground Rabbit let out a strange cry; he rolled close to the ground, thump thump thump, and continuously struck the servants’ lower legs with several rods.
The feeling of having your calf bone whipped by a rod, anyone who had experienced it knew it felt damn bad.
The servants fell in large numbers.
A servant watching Ground Rabbit rolling on the ground, feeling he had an advantage from above, roared and swung a rod down at Ground Rabbit. Yet, he didn’t expect Ground Rabbit to push off the ground with both hands and suddenly jump up, his forehead “bumping” into the servant’s chin.
The servant grunted and fell backward immediately.
From the start, this fight had no suspense; it was utterly a one-sided beating. The servants of Qin King Mansion had no chance to fight back at all and soon began a complete retreat.
As they retreated, they moved toward the street corner.
Wu Shen was just coming from that direction.
A servant enraged and blinded by fury, swung his rod aiming to strike Wu Shen. The Steward beside him was shocked, quickly kicked the servant away, saying, “Beating a servant is acceptable, but you can’t beat the main master; otherwise, it could bring disaster upon the prince.”
The moment he finished speaking, Wu Shen slapped the Steward across the face.
Wu Shen had little fighting power; that slap was just at the level of a normal slap.
The Steward was furious, but after fuming, he could do nothing about it. He simply lowered his head, squeezed past Wu Shen, and continued running forward.
As he ran onward, he ran into Li Daoxuan catching up from behind.
The Steward recognized Li Daoxuan; the Qin King Mansion servants had long helped him investigate, learning this guy was descended from the Tang Dynasty imperial family but now had no official status, just a country gentleman.
The Steward dared not hit Wu Shen but would strike a country gentleman.
He swung a rod straight at Li Daoxuan.
Li Daoxuan raised his right hand upward to meet it.
“Thump!”
The rod struck his forearm. The Steward thought, “This time, your forearm bone has got to break, right?”
With a “crack,” the rod broke.
The Steward froze instantly: What kind of man was this? Arms so hard? Thirteen Great Protectors horizontal training? Golden Bell Cover with Iron Cloth Shirt?
Just as the thought flashed, Li Daoxuan returned a punch.
“Thump!”
The Steward felt it wasn’t a fist hitting his face, but a piece of iron, the kind so hard nothing could resist it; the thin silicone layer offered no cushioning at all, relying entirely on the Steward’s facial muscles to absorb the impact.
The Steward screamed in pain, fell backward, his nose bridge broken, teeth knocked out, his face covered in blood like a big flower.
Before he could even rise from the ground, the Militia Soldiers behind caught up: Daring to use force against the Deity? That was intolerable! In the eyes of the Militia Soldiers, it was an act of extreme evil, requiring a brutal beating.
Thump thump thump, a hail of random rods all landed on the Steward.
If not for the Deity’s order not to kill anyone, the Steward would have died right then and there.
Still, even without killing him, he was surely severely injured.
The Steward was beaten with multiple fractures over his body, blood covering his head and face. A group of servants desperately dragged him away for rescue, fleeing headlong in the direction of Qin King Mansion.
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