From the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry to Hunting Sins and Becoming Saints

Chapter 36 Fermentation

"What do you know? Liao Chun went to pull it, and the results were so much better than when we went. Many times, you have to let others earn the money so that you can earn it yourself. If you don't give them some benefits, why would they put aside their past grievances and help you?"

Also, I'm warning you, you're not allowed to extort money from these people anymore. Not only now, but never again. Anyone who dares to do so, I'll drown them. We've been brothers for years, don't make things difficult for me."

Han Qian touched the back of his head and said in a cold tone.

One of the more astute elite members vaguely guessed Han Qian's intention. In fact, if they could gain a foothold, they could make money even while lying down, and it would be much safer than their previous life of living on the edge.

"Don't worry, Boss Qian. This is our stable source of income. Whether we can escape this life of living on the edge, without knowing tomorrow, depends on this. Whoever is causing trouble, we'll chop them up first."

The elite gang members' tone was also unusually cold.

Having finally managed to latch onto a Tiger Rider's coattails, regardless of whether it's a whim or just a passing fancy, the opportunity is right in front of you. Kill anyone who gets in your way; even the Dragon King couldn't save you.

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The following day, news about Han Qian establishing a fishermen's mutual aid association and throwing money around was everywhere in Guaizidu.

"What happened?"

Song Lin pushed open the curtain and saw fishermen gathered in a circle on the ferry, whispering among themselves.

He stepped forward and pulled a fisherman who was walking in a hurry over.

"Old Song, you still don't know? Han Qianfa of the 'Soft Fish Gang' has made some money!"

"Time to collect the offerings again. Ugh, I thought I could get by this month, but... What did you say? Say it again!"

Song Lin's eyes widened in disbelief.

The Water Fish Gang has only ever leeched off them; when have they ever paid them any money? This is even more outrageous than the Great Zhao Kingdom being destroyed tomorrow!

Old Guo from next door squeezed out of the circle and came over, a piece of silver he had just cut off lying in his palm: "It's true. It seems that as long as you join some kind of fishermen's mutual aid association, each household can receive one tael of silver."

"Fishermen's Mutual Aid Association? What's that?"

A fisherman asked this question on Song Lin's behalf.

"I don't know either. Liao Chun told me about it. Yesterday, Han Qian from the Water Fish Gang came to see him, and Liao Chun originally thought he was there to skin him alive."

But to his surprise, Han Qian not only didn't ask him for money, but also brought people to repair his fishing boat and then explained the matter to him.

The gist of it is that after joining the Fishermen's Mutual Aid Association, we will all sell our catch to the Shuiyu Gang instead of to fish stalls and fishmongers. The Shuiyu Gang will give us a fair price.

Then it's about buying firewood, rice, oil, salt, coarse cloth, fishing gear, and so on. Everyone can buy them individually, or they can specify a quantity each month and let the Shuiyu Gang buy them in bulk. This way, it's cheaper, and the Shuiyu Gang won't take a penny from the price reductions from long-term bulk purchases.

There was anything else, but the old man couldn't remember. Anyway, Liao Chun said it was all good news. Look, it's all here."

After saying that, Old Guo took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket: "I can't remember it all, but the rules and benefits of joining are all written on this."

The fishermen crowded around to take a look, but most of them were illiterate. The handwriting was beautiful, but if they couldn't understand it, it was all for naught.

"You've joined?"

"How can I not join? I'm an only child, how bad can I be? Why wouldn't I take that one tael of silver?"

"Aren't you afraid it's just interest money?"

Song Lin asked.

"Old Song, didn't the Shuiyu Gang ever lend money at interest before? Why would they go to all this trouble?"

I'm thinking this is probably true. Think about it, when have we in Guaizidu ever had such a good life for almost two months? There's been no extortion, and we haven't collected much money as tribute.

"And haven't you noticed? The leader of the Water Fish Gang hasn't shown up for a long time; it's Han Qian who's been making appearances."

Old Guo slowly folded the paper again: "Anyway, I've joined. Those of you with families can wait and see."

Oh, right, even if you don't choose to join now, you can still get one of these from Liao Chun. Just fill in your name and collect the money.

After saying that, he hummed a little tune, put his hands behind his back, and went into his own fishing hut.

He left, and the remaining fishermen looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a while, a fisherman looked at Song Lin and couldn't help but say, "Old Song, you have a good relationship with the big teapot of Hanchun Hall. Why don't you go and get a piece of paper for him to take a look at this matter? One tael of silver is not a small fortune."

Song Lin frowned, he was also a little undecided, but the temptation of one tael of silver was too great.

He remained silent for a while before reluctantly saying, "Alright, I'll go ask him after we close the net today."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding fishermen showered Song Lin with compliments.

One of the quicker ones squeezed into the crowd, grabbed a piece of paper, and ran back breathlessly, handing it to Song Lin while saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Song."

Song Lin took the paper, nodded, and quickly walked back to his home.

"Is it really true? That's a tael of silver!"

He had just finished muttering when his wife came out from the inner room: "Husband, what are you muttering about?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the Shuiyu Gang has gone crazy for some reason. Not only have they stopped accepting the tribute money, they've even started giving out money. Old Man Guo took a tael of silver directly."

Song Lin, supporting his three-month pregnant wife with small, quick steps, whispered, "I'm afraid it's a scam. They're ostensibly giving out money, but it's actually interest. After we close the net, I'll go to Hanchuntang and have Xiao Chun take a look."

Li, whose head was covered with a headscarf, raised an eyebrow: "Is that so? Let me see the things."

Song Lin handed the paper the fisherman had given him to his wife, gently rubbing her shoulder: "You can read?"

"Back in my village, there was a teacher who stayed there temporarily. I learned a few characters from him in my spare time."

Li said casually, unfolding the paper. She glanced at it and pursed her lips.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that his wife's expression was unusual, Song Lin quickly asked her what was wrong.

"Master, things might be about to change at this crossroads."

She carefully examined the delicate handwriting on the paper several times, then carefully folded it before speaking softly.

"what?"

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Fu Que simply handed over his general plan to Han Qian and the others, and then let them carry it out. Fu Que did not interfere too much, only checking on the progress of the fishermen's mutual aid association every two days.

His main focus was still on the Tiger Cavalry.

Time flies, and more than ten days have passed.

Since becoming a trainee Tiger Rider, Fu Que has taken on several more missions without stopping, but none of them required him to escort a caravan out of the county.

Because of the suppression by unknown figures, the Tiger Cavalry doesn't have many tasks available, and most of them are miscellaneous.

Therefore, apart from spending two hours each day using the national fortune aura to rent a quiet room to study the strange painters, he spent most of his time training his body in the training ground.