Book 3: Chapter 37: Jiang Siwang Hesitates to Talk

Book 3: Chapter 37: Jiang Siwang Hesitates to Talk

Jiang Siwang's ancestors had a very prestigious history. It was said that they once led the "Thirteenth Army of the Prince's Mansion", a special army in the Northern Song Dynasty that only did two things: gold panning and grave robbing. Among the thirteen armies, eleven were gold seekers and two were grave robbers. Jiang Siwangs ancestors were said to be from one of these grave robbing armies. At that time, it was said that the cavalry was a mix of Mongolian and Han Chinese. You could even tell what this divisions style was from its name. In other words, there were a lot of people.

After my Uncle Three disappeared, as the only remaining veteran of that generation at that time, Jiang Siwang began to infiltrate the south from Inner Mongolia. But right after he passed through Hebei, he met Xiao Huas group, who used all of their strength to stop him. In the end, he was beaten back to Inner Mongolia.

Truthfully, Jiang Siwang was very a good businessman. He was genuine, straightforward, and surprisingly honest. After I heard the story of him and my Uncle Three, I personally believed that my Uncle Three was the one in the wrong. Uncle Three had promised to give Jiang Siwang some goods, but he ultimately forgot and ended up giving them to other families. He didn't sign a contract and had only made a verbal promise, but Jiang Siwang also had a problematic character. My Uncle Three finally admitted his mistake and compensated Jiang Siwang multiple times, but because Uncle Three had broken his trust once, Jiang Siwang was unwilling to forgive him. He insisted on targeting our Wu family and said that our whole family wasnt good.

My Uncle Two said that Jiang Siwang was very honest and opinionated, and the reason why he had such a strong opinion of my Uncle Three after the incident was because he actually admired him a little bit. He had been determined to work with my Uncle Three, but he didn't think or expect that Uncle Three would be so sloppy at that time. Uncle Three had been shooting his mouth off and didnt take the promise seriously, which caused Jiang Siwang to suffer a loss.

It really wasnt a big deal, but he just couldnt understand it. Even after my Uncle Three made up for the apology later and my grandma went to apologize, Jiang Siwang still wouldn't accept it. So, in the end, he began to hate the Wu family. And after that, he was convinced that all of his losses were because of the Wu family secretly working against him. It turned into a Wu family persecution delusion, and he started to harass our family like crazy. I wasnt at home during that time, but I knew that Uncle Two was the one who dealt with it. In fact, Jiang Siwangs harassment had gone so far that even Uncle Two became angry.

Jiang Siwang really liked to make money, so although he only had a profitable area in Inner Mongolia, his net worth was still amazing. In any case, he was much richer than us. I had also heard that to this day, he had a considerable desire to make money, so it could be said that he was the kind of person who only liked to make money.

But the things he did were so bothersome that my grandmother had to be taken to the hospital several times. Even if this guy was an honest person, he was so extremely stubborn and determined that it would be impossible for us to persuade him to go back. I really didnt want to try that hard anyways.

Jiang Siwang inhaled some more snuff as he looked around. Then, he waved his hand and his subordinates all stepped back. He looked around at the forest in front of him and said, "That thing is inside. Do you want to get it, too?"

This was a dangerous question, so after thinking about it, I decided to avoid it.

"Were here to save people," I said. "If you go in, youll all die. Theres something wrong with Jin Wantang's intelligence."This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

"Stop spewing nonsense, Jiang Siwang said. Then he looked at Poker-Face and spoke to the people around him in Mongolian. After that, he said to me, "Let's go. You can come to my tent and eat something. Wu Sanxing should be nearby. Is it time for me to meet him?"

"Hes missing. Hehe should be dead."

Jiang Siwang looked around, sneered, and gave a particularly low but foolish-sounding laugh. His voice didn't sound very intelligent as he said, "Come on."

I sighed, but knew that we couldn't refuse his invitation at this time. Fatty let Ping Lians hindlegs go and Poker-Face released his grip, so Ping Lian quickly ran off. I threw the chicken off into the distance and watched as Ping Lian ran over to it.

He had been too scared to come in yesterday, so I didnt know why he had suddenly appeared here now. I figured there was something going on here, but I didnt have time to delve into it.

I looked at him. I wasnt worried that Jiang Siwang would kill uswith Poker-Face around, he couldn't kill anyone at this distancebut I was really worried that he wanted to pester me like he used to do with Uncle Three.

I decided to play nice and said, "Please speak.

"Get out of here." He looked outside the tent. I could detect a trace of regret in his expression, but I didnt know why he had such a regretful expression. "If you walk inside for two more days, it really will be too late, he continued. Ill find someone to take you guys out of here."

"But we want to save people. Our friends have already gone in."

"Theyll never get out," he said. "This grasslandthis placeif you die here, your soul will never leave."

"And you still want to go in?" Fatty taunted him.

Jiang Siwang's expression was full of endless regrets. I felt a little touched by his expression and asked, "Uncle Jiang, what are you trying to say?"

"Go back. The sun will soon set behind the mountain and the sky will get dark. How many nights have you been here?" He asked. "This is your last chance."

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TN Notes:

(1) It's a Mongolian tea with salt, milk, tea leaves, and water. Info here.

(2) A green or brown film on the surface of bronze or similar metals, produced by oxidation over a long period.

(3) Horqin (or Xorchin) is a district in Inner Mongolia.

(4) I see Zhang Haiyan has been hard at work building those Poker-Face temples lol

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Surprise! My A1C was 6.7 so I'm in a good mood (I also got back quicker than I thought. Afternoon appointments are the way to go, I tell you)