Zhang Youquan was confident that he was not a weak-willed person. After graduating from elementary school, he insisted on joining the army despite his family's opposition, and performed well in the army. It was because he was even more powerful and was unable to be promoted to a non-commissioned officer as he wished. However, this time he was really fooled.

After getting off the car with the first meeting, Zhang Youquan learned about the name of this man, his surname was Chen Dacheng. Although this man was from the capital, his ancestral home was Chongming, he was the nephew of the navy governor Chen Tingyang, and naturally he was also a member of the Guangdong governor Chen Youlong.

"I moved to the capital with him when my uncle worked in the cabinet." Shen Dacheng said.

Zhang Youquan's eyes were blurred by these names, his mind was confused, and he didn't expect that he would leave Shen Dacheng in a daze. He planned to send a letter to his home when he arrived at the capital, and make an excuse to go home in a few months. Anyway, he is an eight-foot man, is he still afraid that he will be sold?

Unexpectedly, after following Shen Dacheng to the capital, he realized that he had been sold.

"Brother, are you rich? I'll borrow some money first to respond to the emergency." Shen Dacheng said calmly to Zhang Youquan.

Zhang Youquan felt that in this situation, he should turn around and leave.

only……

The panoramic view at the moment is a group of gangsters blocking Shen Dacheng's house, staring at Shen Dacheng with a fierce look, asking him to pay off his debts.

After the mottled and air-spreading door panel, Zhang Youquan could still hear the sobs of the women in the room.

Even though he had no social experience, Zhang Youquan understood: Brother Shen owed someone money and ran away alone. The debtors must be blocking their doorsteps at home every day to ask for debts, which scared his wife to cry behind the door.

Although it can be seen from Shen Dacheng taking the bus to travel, this businessman was not successful, but he did not expect that he was actually a bankrupt businessman.

The so-called buying rubber for armor is probably just a dream full of positive energy.

Zhang Youquan delayed his time for several days and was very worthless. When he was about to turn around and leave, he asked in a delusion: "How much silver does he owe you!"

When those big men saw Zhang You full of burly figure and carrying a musket and combat bag, they knew that he was a retired soldier and had some concerns.

These soldiers had old friends and had successively become forces, and no one was willing to provoke them easily. Seeing him asking about money, the debt collector finally felt much more at ease. He didn't dare to say anything, but said, "Shen Dacheng borrowed ten taels of principal that day, and now he should pay thirty taels of principal and profit. Do you want to pay it for him?"

Zhang Youquan looked at Shen Dacheng, and Shen Dacheng's mouth twitched, defending him: "The court has a legal article to make it clear that the interest rate cannot exceed half of the principal! You are guilty of high interest rate and profit!"

The strong men were waiting to send a hand, but they saw that Zhang Youquan had thrown away his backpack and a musket in his hand, and said coldly: "The government says as much as it says! If you don't accept it, go see the official!"

The big men glanced at the dark musket, and the man in charge stepped forward, patted his chest, and said, "This is the hard money of brothers. No matter what the government says, brothers have to make a reservation! If you have the guts, just fight here!"

The two were only about ten steps apart. According to the assessment standards of the musketeers in the army, eight out of ten humanoid stakes within seventy steps were considered qualified. Zhang Youquan would never believe that he would be wrong.

The key is that the musket has not been filled with medicine yet.

"Men. Is there a way to get a gun, but Is there a way to open fire?" The gangster in the lead took another step forward.

Zhang You's head heated up and suddenly his hands sank. It turned out that Shen Dacheng had already pressed the barrel.

"Not to it, brothers, don't to it." Shen Dacheng saw that something was going to happen, so he quickly smiled and said with a grudge: "My brother is full of energy when he serves in the army. Brother Wang also asked for a few days to be graceful. It's only a few dozen taels of silver. As long as my brother is done with this deal, will he still care about these?"

The strong man knew the right position and no longer forced Zhang Youquan, but only said to Shen Dacheng: "The silver is extremely graceful. If you don't have the money to pay it back, then ask your wife to work as a servant to pay off the debt!"

Shen Dacheng's color changed and he remained silent.

The Ming Dynasty has abolished the master-servant relationship to a certain extent. However, the new servant contract also has loopholes to exploit. The most common one is the "agreement" of high liquidated damages. Although skilled judges will not support it, many judges have difficulty defining the "degree" of the liquidated damages, which also gives the litigation sticks room to move.

What's more, once you enter someone's door, you will always be in control of your servants or servants.

Zhang Youquan was indignant about this.

He put down his gun and took out a gunpowder bag from his waistband.

"Oh! What do you mean by brother?" the gangster cried.

When Shen Dacheng turned around, he saw Zhang Youquan filling medicine in the musket, and quickly whispered: "Brother, it won't be, it won't be."

However, Zhang Youquan ignored it and had already taken a piece of gunpowder to gently pestle it.

"Brother Wang, what a big deal? I will send the money to my brother's house another day... Today, my brother is in trouble, so let me settle it first." Shen Dacheng quickly persuaded the other side, and said in his heart: My brother is not like that kind of reckless person. Could it be that he is scaring them? Oh my, these gangsters are not scared, they are afraid that they will not end at that time.

"Hey! I don't believe it anymore. Do you really dare to hit me with a musket? Don't you know that the Ming Dynasty has a kingly law, and it dares to commit murder under the feet of the emperor!" The gangster in the head pointed at Zhang Youquan's nose and cursed.

Zhang Youquan was as if he had returned to the battlefield, and calmly filled medicine, loaded bullets, pointed the gangster with a gun, and said coldly: "I count to three. If I don't leave, don't blame me for being angry!"

"I count to three. If you don't dare to fire, you will be my grandson!" The gangster Wang took another step forward, only five or seven steps away. He pulled his outer robe open and patted his chest and shouted.

"Brother, it's not worth it..."

"One!" Zhang Youquan and Wang gangster shouted at the same time.

"Second!" This time it was the gangster Wang, but Zhang Youquan's lips were closed.

"Three! I have the kind of fire!" The gangster of the king took a step forward again, staring at Zhang Youquan blankly.

Zhang Youquan suddenly remembered a joke he had seen in the army, which was the allusion of the down-and-out Yang Zhi killing the troll Niu Er. That joke is very popular in the army, and the instructors also like to use Yang Zhi as a negative textbook to tell the soldiers that even if they have real skills, they cannot serve the country and make meritorious contributions. Now the country is lucky, the emperor is wise, and the "Yang Zhi" of the Ming Dynasty can make meritorious contributions in the army. It is so happy...

At this moment, Zhang Youquan felt that he was Yang Zhi, a poor person who left the army and was like losing his family. And this gangster... let's call him Wang Er, but he is in line with Niu Er's lineage, which is no different.

Zhang Youquan pushed Shen Dacheng away, stepped forward two steps, almost pressed Wang Er's chest, and pulled the trigger heavily. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!