Chapter Twelve: I Am Not Guo Jing

“Old Wang Er, before noon tomorrow, you and your six brothers along with your immediate family must move out of Zhang Village.”

Carrying the fat cattle outside with Zhang Da’an, Zhang Chen cast a cold glance at Wang Lao Wu’s remaining three biological brothers and four cousins. “Anyone who doesn’t leave before noon tomorrow will be killed without mercy!”

After killing Wang Lao Wu and Wang Lao Da, Zhang Chen ordered the several dozen able-bodied men who refused to fight last night, along with their immediate family, to leave Zhang Village within three days.

Ruthless and merciless, Zhang Chen also commanded Wang Lao Wu’s remaining three brothers, his four cousins, and their immediate family to move out by noon the next day.

The villagers of Zhang Village whispered among themselves as they saw Zhang Chen and Zhang Da’an carrying the fat cattle out of Wang Lao Wu’s house.

With a wary expression, Zhang Er’an gave Wang Lao Wu’s remaining brothers and cousins a cold look before following Zhang Chen out of the house.

Outside Wang Lao Wu’s home, Zhang Chen noticed three people kneeling.

They kowtowed to Zhang Chen, Tang Jianyu, Guan Hansheng, and Liu Qifu pleading for his forgiveness.

Tang Jianyu, Guan Hansheng, and Liu Qifu were blacksmiths hired by Feiniu in the county town of Fushan yesterday afternoon. Last night, after leaving the big courtyard on the front street, they dared not fight the bandits and slipped away.

Remarkably, Zhang Village had repelled the bandits last night and remained safe.

Tang Jianyu, Guan Hansheng, and Liu Qifu, weary of starving as refugees, had returned to beg Zhang Chen to take them in.

“Desertion in battle is a grave crime. Get lost—” Zhang Chen’s words were cut off by Feiniu.

“Old Iron Zheng says Tang Jianyu’s skills are excellent, even better than his own,” Feiniu lowered his voice. “Young master, Liu Qifu is a top-tier firearms craftsman, and Guan Hansheng is also a fine blacksmith.”

“You three haven’t signed a bond of servitude yet, right, Feiniu?”

Zhang Chen scolded Feiniu before looking at Tang Jianyu, Guan Hansheng, and Liu Qifu.

“Without a signed contract, you’re not officially part of the Zhang family. It’s understandable you didn’t fight last night since you weren’t Zhang villagers. But don’t let it happen again. I’ll deduct three months’ wages. Now get over to Old Iron Zheng’s smithy and work on those flintlock guns.”

Recruiting refugees was simple—just provide meals. Zhang Chen valued talent and paid wages to those he hired.

He found an excuse to deduct three months’ pay but ultimately forgave them. Overjoyed, Tang Jianyu, Guan Hansheng, and Liu Qifu kowtowed several times before heading to Old Iron Zheng’s forge.

Back at the small courtyard in the back street, Zhang Chen treated Feiniu’s wounds again, cleaning and stitching them. He scolded Feiniu, “Behave yourself for the next seven or eight days. If the wound opens again, it won’t be able to be sewn up.”

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