Chapter 111: The Pig Farmer's Rise to Wealth (Part 1) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
The prefectural government office, the study.
"You said those people were all killed?" Upon hearing the steward's report that all the villains who had been following Qi Shan had been killed, the prefect showed surprise but not much shock. He waved his hand and said, "I already know about this matter. You may go and attend to your duties."
This news further confirms that this prayer for good is not the same as that prayer for good.
The Qi Shan he knew truly lived up to her name.
He harbored a heart dedicated to helping the world and saving lives, and aspired to aid the weak and support the vulnerable. Gentle, kind, and frugal, everyone who met him remarked that his features were imbued with compassion.
Even though the prefect disliked and feared this man very much, and ridiculed him more than once for having a problem with his brain and suffering from "goodness disease," he had to admit that few people could be as consistent as him.
His lifelong pursuit was to "see no starving corpses and hear no wailing cries." He wouldn't even want to harm an ant unless absolutely necessary. If the world were different, he wouldn't even bother to learn those powerful words of power that were widely used on the battlefield and were considered deadly weapons.
Qi Shan once said that when he looked at those literary works, he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood; every word and phrase was stained with countless drops of blood. How many wars and tears were caused by the desires of monarchs?
The prefect couldn't stand his affected manner: "In this world, it's either you die or I live. As long as there are people, as long as people aren't dead, the war will never end. How can the soldiers who died on the battlefield bear Yuanliang's words?"
How innocent are the common people? How can they bear this?
The prefect scoffed: "The soldiers died for the people. Without them, they would have been trampled into mincemeat by the enemy's iron hooves long ago."
Qi Shandao said: "What Shan has seen and heard is not like this."
Prefect: [Is that not the case?]
Praying for good: [Soldiers die for their lord, and so do the common people.]
The prefect was still a hot-blooded young man at the time. He was much older than Qi Shan, more experienced, and worldly-wise. He didn't comment much on Qi Shan's words. In his heart, he thought that if Qi Shan entered officialdom, he would be taught a lesson sooner or later.
Why should a mere scholar interfere in the affairs of a monarch? Hmph—oh, a self-important sixth-rank scholar at that. The prefect smiled and chatted with Qi Shan on the surface, but only he knew what he was really thinking. In a way, Qi Shan was quite understandable.
Those villains only wanted to steal money, not kill. If it was really the Qishan he knew, given his temperament, he would at most beat him up, and if the situation was serious, he would hang him up as a warning. He would not take his life, let alone wipe them all out, leaving not a single survivor.
and--
Swordsmanship is Qi Shan's weakness.
When the two first met, he was always the one covering the rear and assisting.
Although those villains were ordinary people, they had a numerical advantage. With Qi Shan's strength, they could easily escape, and killing people would be unnecessary.
All this made the prefect lose interest in this fake Qishan. The steward, an old servant who had served him for many years, immediately saw through the prefect's intentions and took his leave. A moment later, a familiar face that Shen Tang recognized emerged from behind the screen—Wu Yuan.
The courtesan of Yuehua Tower, the former hostage of the Northern Desert.
He emerged from behind the screen, and the prefect rose to greet him.
Wu Yuan said, "Why not try recruiting this Qi Shan?"
The prefect shook his head: "They are not on the same path."
Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together.
Of course, this was just his excuse.
The real reason was that he was certain that this imposter Qishan already had a master, and that rashly recruiting him would alert his "political enemies."
Wu Yuan: "This person is quite famous in other countries."
After all, they are literary figures with a reputation as "infamous" and "hated by everyone" as Gu Chi. Who, besides the Northern Desert, could accept them without any reservations? The Northern Desert needs such talents now, people who are familiar with the northwestern countries and the Central Plains.
If it can be truly subdued, there will be many benefits.
The prefect smiled and agreed, but inwardly rolled his eyes—only these barbarians from the remote corners of the Northern Desert are so ignorant of the world. They rush to fawn over a famous scholar as if he were some kind of big shot. How petty of them.
Oh, what kind of famous person is this imposter Qi Shan?
They're the kind of people who couldn't make it in other small countries and were kicked out.
It's just self-aggrandizement to say that you have countless enemies and have made enemies with many forces. Doesn't that mean you're not welcome anywhere?
Besides, they've already left, so why are you still howling here?
If it weren't for the fact that Shiwu still had some cooperation with Beimo and needed this person to act as a go-between, he wouldn't have been willing to treat this abandoned pawn of Beimo.
The two seemed to be having a lively conversation, but there was actually nothing of substance to it. The prefect had been around for a few more years than Wu Yuan and was more cunning. When they talked about a weapons deal, the conversation ended on a sour note.
Wu Yuan returned to the Moonflower Tower where he had been hiding, his face grim.
When he returned, Gu Chi was playing chess with Gong Cheng, who was recovering from his injuries, and the game was in full swing. Surprisingly, Gong Cheng had a slight advantage. Gu Chi seemed to have lost all his strength; he slumped over, propped his chin on his elbow, and stared blankly at the chessboard.
If you look closely, you can see that he is somewhat absent-minded.
Gong Cheng joked, "Sir, why aren't you making your move yet?"
Gu Chi said, "What's the rush?"
He placed a piece, but it was a useless move.
The already skewed situation is becoming increasingly clear.
Having experienced the chaos within the Gong family, Gong Cheng had long lost his former competitive spirit. He also knew that if Gu Chi hadn't been distracted, he would have lost miserably. But since he had finally won, it was something to be happy about. He teased Gu Chi, "Sir, are you perhaps planning to use your mind-reading ability to turn the tide of the battle?"
Gu Chi's face stiffened, and he said awkwardly, "It's not that serious."
He glanced at the chaotic chessboard and resigned, abandoning his piece. He had been distracted by listening to Wu Yuan's inner thoughts—not intentionally, but Wu Yuan was nearby and his thoughts were extremely agitated, cursing the governor of Sibao County in various languages of the Northern Desert, which had distracted him.
There is also a section related to praying for good deeds.
Gu Chi also indirectly learned about what Qi Shan had encountered at the prefectural government. He was speechless but couldn't help but laugh. If Qi Shan was so simple, why would he have made so many enemies, repeatedly activated his "master-killing" talent, and still be able to escape unscathed and come back to have fun?
As for Wu Yuan's idea of recruiting Qi Shan...
Gu Chi was not against it.
However, Qi Shan is a good person in every way, except he's a bit of a useless "lord." One wrong move and he'll be dead. If you're not lucky, I wouldn't recommend trying this. Isn't it better to be alive?
Hehe, Qi Shan also wants to ask himself a question.
Isn't living good enough? Isn't living in seclusion better? Why the madness to take one last desperate gamble?
That's fine, but why would you choose someone who rides a pig?
Yes, riding a pig.
Qi Shan shook off his pursuers, killed the robbers, and left a message for the elderly couple in the house, giving them instructions. He then happily headed to his "new house" with his family's Su Shang. Just as he reached the mountainside, he heard familiar ghostly howls from afar.
Qi Shan: "???"
Before he could even wonder, he saw his young master Shen straddling a black-faced man with a blue face and fangs, galloping wildly along the mountain road, followed by more than twenty piglets of varying sizes...
"drive!"
Behind the piglet, Lin Feng, dressed in simple clothes with a flushed face, trotted along, panting, carrying a leather whip.
"My lord, wait for me!"
Qi Shan: "..."
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Tangmei's art style is always a bit different from others.
On the 28th, after midnight, the double monthly ticket and quadruple monthly ticket rewards (the rewards should be crowdfunded, running from 8 PM to midnight) should begin. If you have any monthly tickets, please give them to me. I really, really want to compete for a spot on the monthly ticket rankings for the first month of my new book.
P.S.: Everyone should check the female-oriented monthly ticket new book rankings. If you click on it, you'll see that Xianggu should maintain her number one position in daily ticket increases on the 27th or 28th (there's no hope of being number one for three days at the end of the month, you all know that). Let's try to make the final overall ranking look good. First place isn't possible, but second or third place should be at least there, right?
(End of this chapter)
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