The new book of the burning prairie star

Chapter 234 I Just Don’t Like Being Controlled

"Sir Yu, I was strolling on the street today and found a group of bandits. However, I don't have enough people with me this time, so I want you to help me capture them." After receiving the news, Yang Biao immediately went to the government office of Hejian Prefecture to find Yu Zhenyu.

"Oh, I will gather people right away, and please show me the way, Lord Yang." Upon hearing the news about the bandits, Yu Zhenyu hurriedly ordered the advisor beside him to prepare to send troops.

"Zhou Xiong, take Lord Yu over there." The place they were standing on was the territory of Hejian Prefecture, so naturally it made the local officials worried.

"Yes, master!" Seeing Zhou Xiong leading Yu Zhenyu to arrest people, Yang Biao thought that the bandit suppression was now a sure thing.

"Let's go for a walk. Maybe we can have a romantic encounter or something." Thinking that he would be able to go home soon, Yang Biao was so happy that he made a joke to his men.

"Hmph!" Hearing the voice, he turned around and saw Wu Ruoyi standing at the door. His joke just now must have been heard by someone.

Wu Bohan and his daughter came to the government office to find out the exact location of the bandits so that they could send troops to wipe them out and then guard the border.

"General Wu, you came at an inopportune time. Lord Yu has gone out for something." Seeing Wu Ruoyi glaring at him with a red face, Yang Biao felt a little embarrassed and wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

"Oh, then I'll come again next time." Seeing that his daughter was a little angry and wanted to hit someone, Wu Bohan quickly pulled her out.

"Dad, why are you holding me? Yang Biao obviously has a wife and children at home, but he is still thinking about flirting with other girls outside. I must teach him a lesson." As soon as the two walked out of the government office, Wu Ruoyi shook off her father's hand.

"Well, it's very common for men in this world to have three wives and four concubines. Can you control it?" Seeing her indignant look, Wu Bohan laughed.

"My mother has been gone for so many years, why doesn't my father remarry?" Not all men in the world have three wives and four concubines, at least her father is not one of them.

"It's not that I don't want to remarry, I just don't like being controlled by others." Wu Bohan felt that it was actually good to be widowed. He could go to the brothel to satisfy his physical needs, and no one at home would nag him.

"You are only good to my mother." Wu Ruoyi didn't know that he had been to the brothel. She just thought that her father loved her mother deeply.

"Daughter, why don't you stay with your second sister for a while?" The daughter's family was more considerate, so she asked the second son to arrange her marriage. He had three sons and two daughters. If the youngest one got married, he would have nothing to worry about in the future.

"I'm not going. My second sister is always controlling me. Her house is not fun at all." When Wu Ruoyi heard that her father was going to send her to her second sister Wu Qianyi's house, she ran away quickly.

"Oh, don't let it become a waste of your time." Looking at his youngest daughter running farther and farther away, Wu Bohan was particularly worried that she would not be able to get married and would end up living alone.

"Master, it has been several days, why is there still no news from Lord Yu?" If we were to say who among the people brought by Yang Biao was most anxious to go home, it would be Wu Tong.

"Robbing government silver is a crime punishable by death. How could they admit it so easily?" Yang Biao felt that his thinking radius and information source were narrow, so he had easily defined a certain behavior before. He needed to find another breakthrough in the fight against bandits.

"Memorize the portraits of those who have not been captured. Sixty percent of the official silver has not been found. Those people must not have left far." Yang Biao took out six more portraits. Shi Rui said that they were the people who gave orders among the bandits, and he thought they would not be used.

"Master, where did you get these portraits?" They had not left any survivors in their several raids on the bandits, Wu Tong asked curiously.

"I sent troops there secretly once, and you were not involved." Yang Biao felt a little guilty, so he went to the other side to pour some tea, then held the teacup and watched them pass the portraits around to each other.

"Mei Yongle, take five people to Dingbei County. If they meet the person in the portrait, don't alert the enemy and come back to report to me." Seeing that they had all finished reading, Yang Biao took a sip of tea and began to assign tasks to them.

"Yes, master!" Mei Yongle picked out five people who were on good terms with him and rode out on horseback.

"Wu Tong, we can't put our hopes on others anymore. You take five people to Jiangyu County to look for clues. We must take action and try to get home as soon as possible."

Knowing that he was eager to return home, Jiangyu County has many mountains and rivers and is close to Dingbei County, so there might be hope in this place.

"Let's go and take a walk around Hejian Prefecture!" Seeing Wu Tong and the other six people riding away on horseback, Yang Biao assigned the rest of his men to various areas to look for people. The bandits who had been captured all appeared in the prefectural city, and there might be some hiding in some corner here.

"Master, I feel like there's a brick or a blade of grass missing somewhere in Hejian Prefecture these days. I can tell their exact locations even with my eyes closed." Zhou Xiong said while washing his feet, holding an old pair of shoes with holes in the soles.

"That's right, my shoes are worn out too." Another one also shouted, holding up a shoe with a badly worn sole.

"I'm the same as you. My shoes also have holes." Yang Biao lifted up his right foot and let his men look at the soles of his feet. Including the shoes he was wearing, he had worn through three pairs of shoes in these few days.

"I asked the people at the post house to buy new shoes for you. Put them on. Don't be so listless." Seeing the people at the post house coming in with a bamboo basket filled with shoes, Yang Biao picked out a pair of shoes that fit him and put them on.

"Master, isn't our method a bit stupid?" After so many days, the person we are looking for has not appeared. Zhou Xiong believes that there must be another way, but he has not thought of it yet.

"I wonder if Wu Tong and Yongle have gained anything?" It seems that sitting back and waiting is not feasible. Yang Biao lay on the bed, helpless about what he could do.

"Zhou Xiong, let's go and see Hejian Prefecture at night." Yang Biao came out of the house and saw Zhou Xiong and others sitting in the hall of the inn. He called them to go out together.

"Hejian Prefecture is still rich. It feels like it hasn't been that long since it was flooded, and now it has returned to its former bustle."

Zhou Xiong was a little envious when he saw that Hejian Prefecture was still bustling with traffic at night and there was no sign of being flooded before.

Unlike the former Pu Prefecture, which suffered a drought three years ago and did not recover for more than three years, the situation only improved after Yang Biao took office this year.

"I remember you seemed to be from the former Pufu. How many years did you serve in the army?"

Yang Biao looked at the burly Zhou Xiong beside him. Most northerners are tall. Xia Weiwei is considered tall in the south, but she has no height advantage here.

"Master, I have been in the military camp since I was sixteen. When the military camp was attacked by a mob, we hid in the mountains and forests to preserve our strength!"

Zhou Xiong recalled the midnight riot that occurred at the end of May this year, in which many brothers were killed in their sleep. He was still frightened and would always wake up in the middle of the night after that.

"Hide in the mountains and forests? Preserve strength?" After hearing Zhou Xiong's words, Yang Biao fell into deep thought and muttered to himself.