Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 381: Pressure

A thin wooden coffin was placed in the yard and was sealed.

The guard leading the way turned around and asked, "How are you transporting it?"

Bonanzi was observing the shape of the coffin. When he heard the question, he spoke quickly.

"General, could you escort us out of the city? There will be people waiting for us outside."

The guard said coldly, "Yes, but it's very expensive."

"what?"

Bo Nanzi was stunned. This costs money?

"Uh...I wonder how much?"

"Normally, such a distinguished person would be transported out of the city with great ceremony, involving a large number of ceremonial facilities and personnel. I estimate five thousand taels would be enough."

Bonanzi was stunned for a moment.

Five thousand taels! Is it so expensive to transport a coffin out of the castle?

Bonanzi figured it out in an instant and realized that the other party was deliberately extorting money.

He knew that Na Ren would not stay in the coffin obediently. With his skills, he would have escaped long ago.

I don't want this coffin, but I'm afraid my whereabouts will be revealed.

Bo Nanzi was very sad. He wanted me to pay five thousand taels of silver for a coffin that contained a corpse of an unknown person.

Alas, I can only grit my teeth and endure this pain myself.

"Young man, can you please pay me back first? I don't have that much silver."

The guard stood there expressionlessly, neither moving nor speaking.

Obviously, they are not stupid. Where can they collect the money they owe?

"Okay, I'll send someone to deliver the letter and bring the silver back."

Bonanzi had no choice but to ask his servant to get the silver.

The guard quickly added, "Wait a minute, the general said the coffin can be given away for free, but they will also charge for the three-day funeral."

"Oh, this also costs money?"

"That's nonsense. Who would leave a corpse for you for free?"

"Uh, well, how much does this funeral cost?"

The guard asked a middle-aged man standing nearby.

"How much does your funeral cost?"

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and smiled embarrassedly.

"Hey, sir, the usual price for a funeral here is eight hundred taels a day. Since you are my lord, I will give you a 20% discount."

Bonanzi's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

My goodness, even with a 20% discount it would still cost more than 600 taels, and keeping the body for three days would cost 2,000 taels.

Why don't you go and rob it?

"Young man, does General Lin know about this?"

The guard glared and said, "Do you want our general to know?"

Bo Nanzi shrank his neck and thought, damn, it turns out he is blackmailing me in private and there is no way to reason with him.

Seeing him dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.

The middle-aged man grumbled.

"I haven't even calculated the cost of hiring a monk to perform the ritual. He'll chant sutras for three days, and he'll provide food and lodging. He's a master from the Fawen Temple, and the price is usually ridiculously high..."

Bonanzi's mind was in a mess. He had already spent almost ten thousand taels of silver, and he had no idea what other expenses would be incurred.

How can I save my own gold and silver?

However, this coffin cannot be discarded.

On the surface, the person in the coffin is his young patriarch, can he just leave it there?

After a while, Bonanzi put on a smile.

"Young man, how much silver will it cost to get this coffin out of the castle?"

The guard's expression also relaxed. As long as you admit it, it's fine.

"Well, I think I'll have about 20,000 or 30,000 taels."

This time, if the servant had not supported Bonanzi in time.

He might really have to sit on the ground.

I cursed Lin Feng in my heart, this guy is so fucking evil!

Such a huge sum of money, if it weren't for Lin Feng's tricks behind the scenes, even a small guard wouldn't dare to do it even if he was beaten to death.

There is no way. The situation is stronger than the people. You can't do anything without money in someone else's castle.

Bo Nanzi used the excuse of going back to raise money and was helped back to the inn by his servants in a daze.

After much deliberation, Bonanzi decided to abandon the coffin and run away.

Anyway, Na Ren has already escaped, so who cares what Lin Feng thinks.

He asked his servants to pack up his things and, despite his fatigue, hired a carriage.

He ran straight to the city gate.

The gates of Lingdouzi Castle are open during the day, and the people entering and leaving the gates are only subject to routine inspections, which are not strict.

When Bonanzi's carriage arrived at the city gate, it was stopped by soldiers.

Bonanzi recognized the soldier who had stuck his head into the carriage to check at a glance.

It was the guard who accompanied him to get the coffin.

"Old sir, your young patriarch doesn't want it anymore?"

The guard asked in surprise.

Bo Nanzi quickly laughed and said, "Uh, little brother, I don't have that much silver on me. I have to go back and raise some money before I can get the coffin."

The guard glanced at the items in the carriage and sneered.

"You don't plan to come back?"

"No, no, no, I really am going back to raise money."

"You can send someone to write a letter back. I'm old and can't stand the fatigue of traveling. It would be better to go back to the post station to rest. What do you think?"

Bonanzi sighed and nodded in agreement.

I was too lazy to say anything, knowing that I couldn't leave the city.

I had to go back.

After returning to the inn, Bonanzi thought it over again and again.

It seems that these carts of gold and silver cannot be saved. Lin Feng is not easy to talk to. He has come back to his hometown in trouble. He will not release the eagle until he sees the rabbit.

He had no choice but to write a letter and send someone out of the city overnight.

Bonanzi was also afraid that once Chief Kuro saw that Na Ren had gone back by himself, he would probably not take out so much silver to redeem him.

We should hurry up and let them raise the money.

The Kuro tribe sent two elders this time and brought more than a thousand people.

Including the cavalry who escaped, there were nearly three thousand people.

After receiving the letter from Bonanzi, he knew that he had to raise 30,000 taels of silver to redeem the young patriarch.

They didn't bring much money when they came because Bonanzi had guaranteed it.

It is said that it does not cost a penny and can ensure the safe return of the young patriarch.

Now they suddenly want so much money, where can they get it?

They had no choice but to ask Wanyan Qingtian for help.

Of course Wanyan Qingtian still had some money. This large amount of gold, silver and treasures were all the wealth he had looted in Zhenxi over the years.

Because there was an IOU from the elders of the Kuro tribe as a guarantee, and with so much gold and silver, it would be time-consuming and laborious to transport it back by myself.

There were great risks involved on the journey, and it was hard to guarantee that other members of the royal family would not be jealous.

When he heard that he had to use money to redeem Na Ren, he was naturally willing to do this favor.

So he happily loaded three carts of gold and silver and sent them to the camp where the Kuro tribe was stationed.

Lin Feng received the report and said to Bai Jing with a smile.

"Look, this old guy is really rich, but he just doesn't want to give."

Bai Jing suppressed her smile and shook her head.

"Brother, why do I feel that it's not very decent for you to cheat an old man like this?"

Lin Feng glared: "Boss Bai, he was the one who tricked me first, okay?"

Bai Jing finally couldn't help laughing.

"Gluck cluck..."

She was shaking with laughter and couldn't speak.

"Look at you, you look like a fox that stole a hundred chickens."

"You...you are...the fox...cluck"

Bai Jing was laughing so hard that her body was shaking. Her towering breasts made Lin Feng dazzled.

Lin Feng stood up and waved to Bai Jing: "Come here."

Bai Jing quickly suppressed her smile and glanced at the door of the house.

He shook his head firmly: "Brother, no, walking and chanting in broad daylight is against our ancestors' teachings."

Lin Feng's face darkened: "I'll count to three. If you don't come over, the consequences will be..."

Bai Jing pouted and leaned forward reluctantly.

"Humph, using your power to suppress others..."

"Wrong, it's using one's body to pressure others, hahaha..."