On the main road of the pier, a large sandalwood carriage was quietly waiting there. Tianlai Xiao said that the carriage was pulled by four snow-white wildebeests, with white hair curling like clouds, strong muscles and bones, and a breath like thunder. The single horn on the top of the head was two feet long, shining with silver light and was very eye-catching.

These four wildebeests are clearly divine horses that can travel three thousand miles a day, and each one is worth more than a thousand gold coins. Ling Fu is only the second steward of the Ling family, but he actually uses such divine horses to pull the carriage, which shows the luxury of the Ling family.

Five or six men wearing soft armor on their upper bodies, swords on their waists, and hunting bows and quivers hanging beside their saddles were riding horses. When they saw Ling Fu approaching, they all bowed to him on their horses. Two servants in green clothes and small hats helped Ling Fu get on the carriage. The driver shouted softly, and the four wild horses started to move forward, surrounded by the five or six men, and rushed towards the city of Qizhou.

"What a gorgeous sight! What a wealth of wealth!" Chu Tian looked at the receding convoy, smiled, and casually picked up ten garlic sticks.

"Disperse, disperse, go home and play with your wives and beat your children." Chu Tian glared at the fishermen around him and shouted, "Have some ambition, don't be like Ah Que, climbing over the wall of a widow's house all day long, it's really embarrassing."

The fishmongers and fishermen all around laughed together, making faces and smiling with all kinds of strange and inexplicable meanings.

He pulled out the stick stuck in the ground and carried it on his shoulder, letting the red cloth on the stick sway in the river breeze. Chu Tian carried the stick and swayed along the stone road towards his yard.

More than a dozen strong men gathered one after another, swinging their arms and carrying sticks, following Chu Tian like a group of rampant crabs.

Fishermen from fishing boats along the way would occasionally come up, carrying large and small fish baskets to Chu Tian. Chu Tian casually glanced into the fish baskets, sometimes nodded, sometimes shook his head, and when he walked out of the fish market, the big man behind him had his hands full of fresh river fish strung together with willow branches.

Several mandarin fish were jumping vigorously, a dozen big crabs were blowing bubbles desperately, and two old turtles as big as millstones stretched their necks with all their strength. When turning a river bend, Chu Tian pointed towards the river surface, and the big man carrying the old turtles came to the riverside and put the two old turtles into the water.

The two old turtles floated on the water in shock, splashing the water, stretching their necks and staring at Chu Tian blankly.

Chu Tian squatted by the river, took out a palm-sized scale from his sleeve, and knocked it hard on the heads of the two old turtles: "How old are they? How old are they? They are at least three hundred years old. How could they be so stupid as to be picked up by the fishermen?"

"Go away, go far away, go three hundred miles upstream, there are good places to make a nest and live. Hey, those young and ignorant people were caught and sent to the boiling pot, you are old people, why did you fall for this?"

The two old turtles shook their heads and looked at the scales in Chu Tian's hand, and their eyes suddenly showed a hint of spirituality.

"Go, go. Remember, the Baimang Beach 300 miles upstream is the most dangerous. Fishermen dare not go there, so you'd better make a nest. But remember, come downstream and lay a few turtle eggs every year. Fishermen also have to support their families, and I also have to eat more skirt edges to replenish my qi and blood, right?"

Chu Tian stretched out his fingers and flicked the heads of the two old turtles, then stood up and walked along the road swaying with his stick.

The two old turtles looked at each other, stretched their necks and rubbed against each other, then quickly dived underwater and swam upstream.

With a "dong" sound, Chu Tian threw the stick at his eyebrows on the weapon rack at the entrance of the lobby. He opened his clothes to expose his chest, grabbed the teapot on the square table in the middle of the lobby, and "gulped down" half the pot of cold tea.

A fair and handsome boy, half an inch taller than Chu Tian but as weak as a willow branch, squatted on a bench in the lobby, holding a bag of pine nuts in his left hand and spitting out pine nut shells from his mouth.

Seeing Chu Tian, ​​the young man laughed and said, "Brother Tian, ​​is there anyone messing up the place?"

Chu Tian threw ten garlic sticks on the table and strode to the portrait of the Dragon King hanging on the wall in the middle of the hall. He took three incense sticks from the altar under the portrait, lit them, bowed three times to the portrait, and inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner. Then he sat down on the chair in the middle of the hall in front of the altar.

Chu Tian raised his chin towards the table, placed his hands on the armrests of the chair, and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrests.

"Here, ten gold bars are used to ruin the show. The Ling family is so generous, so damn generous!" Chu Tian narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said softly with an inexplicable smile: "Aque, you say, these ten golden carps, should we give them away or not?"

Aque kept spitting out pine nut shells from his mouth, filling the hall with them.

Shaking his body slightly, Ah Que asked Chu Tian slowly: "If we send it, what will be the benefit for us? If we don't send it, what will be the disadvantage for us?"

Chu Tian leaned back in the big chair, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.

"If we send it, it's just the gold of Ling's. If we don't send it, we might end up in animosity with Ling's." Chu Tian said slowly, "Hey, you say, why is it so difficult for us to do business honestly and be good citizens?"

"Ah! Good citizen! I'm scared to death!" Aque burst into laughter, pointed at Chu Tian and then at himself. He dropped the pine nuts in his hand, held his stomach and laughed out loud, but forgot that he was squatting on a bench, and ended up falling off the bench headfirst.

Seeing that Aque's head was less than half an inch from the ground, Aque's body floated up lightly and effortlessly like catkins in the wind, and spun quickly and lightly in the air for more than ten times, and landed steadily on the ground with both feet without any sound of wind.

"Then, should we send it over?" Ah Que blinked and looked at Chu Tian: "But you are not allowed to fish for carp in Baimang River. This is the rule we set. Everyone has accepted our rule in the past three years. If you break the rule, it will be a slap in our face!"

Chu Tian scratched a thin scar on his face. The scar was slightly red, making his eyes look faintly red.

"So, I have to be fully prepared. If I am forced to break my own rules, I have to get enough benefits so that everyone can see it. The cost of breaking my own rules is quite high."

Sighing softly, Chu Tian waved to Ah Que and said, "Bring Ah Gou back. Tell the brothers to prepare properly. Be careful these days. Don't get hit or suffer in vain."

Ah Que suddenly became excited. He jumped lightly onto the largest beam on the roof, looked down at Chu Tian and asked with a smile: "So, do you want to prepare your weapons? Do you want to..."

There was an inexplicable gleam in Aque's eyes.

"Be prepared. Get ready too. All these years, the reason why we brothers have been able to survive to this day is because we have been cautious and bold." Chu Tian stood up with a smile and put ten garlic sticks into his pocket.

"I'm going to the city and I've got everything ready."