Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

Chapter 19 He needs to vent (2)

Chapter 19 He needs to vent (Part 2) (This chapter is free)

In fact, inconvenient transportation in this era, most of the businessmen who were unable to travel may be attributed to the missing persons, and there is no news in the world. When taking the other party’s personal belongings, finding clues based on these belongings, and sending a letter to the other party’s home, this is a folk custom left by China since the Warring States Period. Paying the delivery fee with the goods left by the other party is also part of this custom. Correspondingly, the more things you take, the heavier the moral responsibility.

Zhao Xing just used the concept of modern people to criticize merchants, and made a subjective mistake - in fact, the one who follows him now is a group of cold people... But he doesn't understand these rural customs. And he hasn't reacted yet. Cheng Shuang brought this precious sword to him, but in fact he wanted to give it to him who didn't take anything from beginning to end, so as to show that he is also the person responsible for the "righteous act".

"Thirty thousand guan, run around with this kind of sword..." Cheng Shuang was so surprised that she couldn't even retract her tongue. He quickly walked to the chicken bus and checked the man's luggage.

After a while, he walked back and took an official disc: "Teacher, this is a military officer. The official disc said that he was the head of the Xinghua Army's flag (the army selected the strong and brave men to hold the flag, and the leader in the battle)..."

Zhao Xing did not look at the official disc. He looked at Cheng Shuang and said calmly: "Poor, a warrior... Child, you can't take this knife away. An ordinary flag head cannot afford such a knife. You'd better send it back to Xinghua Army with a knife and a package... Strange, why can someone who can afford such a knife walk alone? Is there no guard?"

Due to the incomplete information mastery, Zhao Xing was unable to make reasonable reasoning. He only found it strange that for the sake of safety, it was best to send his personal belongings to the Xinghua Army, and the military was responsible for sending back the news of his death.

Cheng Shuang had no intention of restraining this. After Zhao Xing finished speaking, he rushed back to the wheelbarrow, packed the package, and wrapped the sword again.

Seeing Cheng Shuang's performance, Zhao Xing couldn't help but nodded in appreciation - he is not greedy and knows what he deserves and what he should not deserve. This is called "knowing the general and knowing advance and retreat". Such people can develop steadily regardless of officialdom and shopping malls.

"Okay, I've had enough rest. We felt like the town in one breath. After the sharp hit, we rushed to the road immediately... Don't wait for the merchants behind to catch up," Zhao Xing scolded. The children responded and the wheelbarrow pushed it.

Suddenly, the little girl who had been obsessed with all this time suddenly burst into tears. She suffered from huge horror and escaped from danger for so long, and then she calmed down and felt sad.

The subsequent businessmen looked at the little girl with pity. Cheng Xia looked like a big brother and comforted her and asked about her parents' situation. When the little girl was tired of crying, she burst into tears and explained the past.

The little girl was born as a concubine. The businessman's father was doing business in another place and married a mother from a singer. This time he finished his business and was about to return to his hometown to live. He passed the teahouse. Four servants and their parents were knocked down by sweating drugs and were killed by bandits in front of her. Only because she survived her young age. At that time, the bandits had discussed in front of her and wanted to sell her to a prostitute...

The little girl's home is in Fuzhou, and now she is alone, and the road ahead is far away...

Cheng Xia tried his best to comfort him. The little girl was tired of crying and slowly stopped crying.

When the team was back on the road, Zhao Xing looked at the girl's back and sighed softly. Cheng Xia heard the sigh, approached Zhao Xing and asked in a low voice: "Teacher, what's wrong, why are you sighing?"

"The little girl has never returned home. Can the brothers and sisters in the family recognize her... So what if she recognizes her? What is the most familiar with her is her parents. Now that her parents have passed away, there are a group of strange relatives around her, and they are also involved in the dispute over family property? Who will take care of her? Who will protect her?...Those 'heroes' are very harmful!"

Cheng Xia looked ugly, and he asked sadly: "Teacher, there will always be a solution? This..."

"There is only one way..." Zhao Xing glanced at Cheng Xia, and he immediately closed his mouth tightly. No matter how Ren Chengxia inquired, he was unwilling to talk about this topic anymore. He just told him lightly: "Don't stop, pass by the town and go straight to Shaowu."

Because they robbed the bandits' personal belongings, the Zhao family did not need to replenish supplies in Qingshui Town. They passed by the town, and the merchants following behind were also worried that the massacre would be leaked and that they would cause trouble for themselves. They followed closely and did not dare to stay for a moment.

After passing through Qingshui Town, the road conditions became even more dangerous. Even when walking on the thoroughfare, robbers came to harass each other from time to time. Zhao Xing took a few steps and remembered the little girl's tragic experience, his heart suddenly became violently evil. He roared angrily: "Get the bow."

Cheng Xia opened the cloth bag in response to the sound, revealing Zhao Xing's special big bow.

The Song-made bow is usually 1.2 meters high, while Zhao Xing's bow is 1.6 meters high, and even the arrows are lengthened. As soon as the bow is exposed, the bandits on the roadside stop. They look at Zhao Xing with an incredible expression on their faces.

In fact, the bandits were not far from the team, only about a hundred meters. At such a close distance, they could see their eyebrows and beards clearly, but ordinary bows and arrows were not harmful to them. These bandits - no, "like Liangshan heroes" followed all the way, just to wait for sunset to take action in a secluded place, but they did not expect the "lamb" to dare to resist.

Cheng Xia handed an arrow, Zhao Xing took one with his right hand and held the rest of the arrow with his left hand. He also held the bow arm and pulled the bowstring with his right hand. With a whoosh, he shot the first arrow upwards, and the group of bandits suddenly changed their expression.

The arrow did not shoot anyone, but it flew over the heads of the bandits from afar and flew into the bushes on the roadside... It was not over yet. Zhao Xing's hand holding the arrow shaft was moving, and a few fingers were pulled. One of the arrows was in a horizontal state. The undulating bowstring was pressed against the arrow feathers before it stopped trembling. Zhao Xing's right hand pulled the bowstring again and quickly shot the arrow out.

He jumped over and three arrows flew over the heads of the bandits. At this time, Zhao Xing still held two arrows in his left hand, and one was placed on the bowstring. He looked at the bandits coldly and stopped moving.

This series of movements was as fast as lightning. When the group bandits reacted, the shooting was over. At this time, the group bandits' screams came out: "Ah---Along Pearl Arrow!"

With a bang, the bandits exploded the nest. Except for the bandits pointed by Zhao Xing's bow and arrow, the rest fled in scattered.

The bandit pointed to by Zhao Xing Jianjian was not that he didn't want to escape, but he didn't dare. Zhao Xing's three arrows were as fast as lightning, so his legs and feet were weak. According to legend, people with the skills of pearl arrows could usually pass through Yang hundreds of steps, so the bandit did not dare to run away with his back to Zhao Xing. He could only slowly spread his hands to both sides and remain fixed.
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next