A timid villager ran up and said, "Where is the official?"

Zhu Qing wanted to slap him to death: "How do you report to the official? Could it be that we resisted and shot them to death during our private business?"

"We don't want horses and weapons, and evacuate here immediately," the old patriarch Wang Ju made a decision for everyone. The Song Dynasty lacked horses, and a good horse could sell at least fifty taels of money, so Wang Ju used it to inspire everyone's morale. But weapons are a standard weapon of the Song army, and horses also have their marks, so you can't greed for this money.

"You can't go like this."

"Wen Weng, don't worry."

Zhu Qing and Wang Ju said at the same time.

“Why?”

"Weng Weng, you must leave, otherwise there will be more soldiers... Bees and thieves flock to kill and silence them. Fortunately, although they don't know which barracks they came from, the nearest Shunning Village has a mountain road dozens of miles away, so we still have time. We can't walk like this."

"Big Niu, let's talk about it." Uncle Er said.

"Uncle Second, they are officers and soldiers of Zhenwu Camp. So many people were killed in one go. Is there an explanation? But Ruru's explanation?"

"They can say that they died in battle with the Xixia people."

"If it's dozens of miles east, it's still the same, but here is not enough. Our dynasty is cowardly, and only the Xixia people come to plunder the border people. Where can the officers and soldiers have the courage to come here to fight with the Xixia people?"

"yes."

"There is only one reason, publicly saying that it was fighting with private traders and being killed by private traders and carrying mules."

"There is evidence," Uncle Er pointed to the flag and the veil.

"What can this prove? It cannot be forged? Who can make a witness for us? Even if we escape and they come to loot, I'm afraid they will know some clues. In the future, whether it is the boss or the village, it will be dangerous."

"It's not all. They are officers and soldiers. As long as they take time to check in from villages and villages, there will always be some people who let them keep their faces closed." Zhu Qing said angrily.

But it’s hard to say. Just now, there were lightning and thunder in the battle. How many people would carefully remember the other person’s face? In short, it would be very troublesome, so they didn’t want to come up with a good idea and couldn’t leave immediately.

"Why are officers and soldiers?" the pretty young woman murmured.

"Why can't it be an officer? Just look at how many times our officials entered Shu." The military discipline of the Song Dynasty also had good times, one was Cao Wei's army, and the other was Yue Fei's army. The others were chaotic. The captive urban soldiers were like this. This was not a business, a workshop, and a city man had to use urban soldiers. The rural soldiers were used, and Qi Jiguang's magic weapon to select soldiers. Later, the strongest Western army was not the imperial guards of the capital, but the Poche Army from Shaanxi.

"It's the bad luck you brought." Zhu Qing's subordinate roared again.

"Here we come again. When we encounter trouble, what is the ability to solve the problem? "Wang Ju said angrily.

"Xiao Lang, what should I do?" Zhu Qing asked with no worries.

Wang Ju's amazing performance just now also made him automatically neglect his age.

"Let me think about it." Wang Ju looked at the sky in the east. The sky was approaching dusk, and half of the bright moon began to float and sink in the sky in the east. Fortunately, he and his second uncle also came here to hunt, which was a long time ago, and he had only been there once. He was lucky enough to remember some terrain.

After thinking for a while, Wang Ju said, "The sky will be dark soon, but the weather is clear and there is moonlight. Let's go from Qingmozui."

"Where is there a way in Qingmozui?"

"We will have vitality only if there is no road. At most, we can use the moonlight overnight to carry goods and cars through Qingmozui. When we cross Qingmozui, there seems to be a path."

"Yes, there is no road, it seems to be a lawn stream road." Zhu Qing said as he took out a map to look at it.

"Teach some hard work, transport the freight to that road, a little far away from here, find a hidden place, and in a few days, a group of mules carry to Yanzhou. If this group of officers and soldiers investigate in the future, most of them will not be suspected of not being on the boss."

“It seems to be a solution.”

"This is not enough, Manager Zhu. Look at your fellow servants. The face is strange. Let them ride on horseback and immediately go to various nearby villages to make a sound. Then they say that the sword thieves fight with people and kill them here. His head... seems to be very valuable."

"wonderful."

All the wealthy families around the surrounding private markets hate this group of bees and thieves.

It was precisely because they forced the Song Dynasty officers and soldiers to send several groups of troops into the mountains to suppress the bandits, but they could not think that the bee thieves were soldiers and thieves, so they did not gain any rewards for several bandit suppressions. So everyone offered a sky-high bounty, no matter who captured and killed three bee thieves, they would be rewarded with 50 stagnant money. Whoever could provide clues would also be rewarded with 500 stagnant money. Other bee thieves would be rewarded with 10 to 50 stagnant money based on their status.

However, everyone will definitely not dare to receive this bounty. It is self-exposing. If the reward is obtained in the front, the officers and soldiers will come later and behead everyone for personal salt crimes.

However, it doesn't matter if it's someone else.

Wang Ju also said: "The black bee thieves have done many evil things over the years. I believe they have accumulated a lot of wealth. These wealth cannot be placed in the barracks, or there will be a place where money and silk are stored separately. This place cannot be near the barracks. Each barracks are mostly placed in various forts and forts, and there are densely populated areas. At the same time, some private goods contain many valuable goods. Therefore, this place is not only not near the barracks, but also in a certain area with few populations and complex terrain within their range of activities."

"This won't be. It can be exchanged for deals and silver. Moreover, many soldiers eat, drink, gamble, and get money easily and are easier to squander. It is too risky to put it outside." Zhu Qing vetoed.

"Maybe, but will some people have my ideas? At least they have a lot of wealth, many people cannot squander it, or some people like to save money... Besides, they must also have one or several such places. If they don't have such places, can they immediately deal with these goods? Manager Zhu, show the map in your hand to the boy."

Zhu Qing was confused.

Wang Ju looked at the map and suddenly tore his clothes and drew some road maps that seemed to be right and wrong on it. He drew several pictures, and then some blood and soil were stained. He put them on the fire and baked them into the arms of several bees.

Then he clapped his hands and said, "We are so good to go ashore, watch the fire from the other side!"

Zhu Qing thought for a long time before he came up with Wang Ju's intention and shouted repeatedly: "This is a good idea."

As he looked at Wang Ju steadily, the mountain wind blew, which was the hottest moment of the year. The wind blew the boy's long hair, making the boy look extremely elegant.

However, Zhu Qing was still a little puzzled.

First of all, the teenager is very thin, which is the result of malnutrition. This is understandable. Whether they are at the stepfather's home or the second uncle's home, they are living under someone else's roof. They live in poverty, so how can they get fat?

However, the boy's clothes were really clean. Could it be that he had a careful and clean aunt? But then, why did the patch needlework that the boy had sewed many times was very rough?

But this is not important. No matter whether a poor family has a child who has become a family early, he is finally a twelve-year-old boy. How could he have such means and scheming?

No wonder historical books record many monsters, such as Huo Qubing who was in his teens, Ganluo was appointed as prime minister at the age of twelve, and Yan Shu's grandfather became a Jinshi at the age of 14.

It turns out that there are really many peerless monsters in this world.

"The horse can be left with a brand, and Zhu is in charge of the affairs. The writings in the Xixia area were created in the words of our dynasty, but they are more complicated than those of our dynasty... Some villagers died, so they should be treated as pensions, and they would have to trouble Zhu is in charge of it." Many surrounding countries are making fake characters, which is the only thing that is annoying. Having your own words means having your own civilization.

But it has nothing to do with Wang Ju, he is just a young man with a long-term future.

However, the fake characters in Xixia are not very modified and there are many strokes. This is an opportunity. You can add some marks to the brand, so it looks like a smuggled horse from Xixia, and you can take action.

"These bows and arrows cannot be left behind, but the knife..." Wang Ju looked at dozens of knives. The knife was even more valuable, and he was somewhat reluctant to let it go. But people had tattoos, horses had marks, bows and arrows had marks, and there were also chisels on the knife.

"Blade..." Wang Ju suddenly had an idea. He thought of something. If successful, the villagers of Wangjiazhai might not have to be mules anymore: "Blade away."

"You can't carry a knife." Zhu Qing said.

"Manager Zhu, please send you the Xia Guojian style drawings in a few days."

"Xia Guojian?" Zhu Qing wanted to fall down.

"If we can join forces, we can't be able to do it, we won't be holding a knife. Just like that, withdraw."

Wang Ju issued an order instead of Zhu Qing.

Everyone quickly packed up, pushed the car and led the horse, and quickly advanced towards Qingmozui.

Don't stay here for a long time!

PS: In order to prevent shoddy manufacturing, the Song Dynasty stipulated that every time a workshop craftsman made a weapon, he must engrave his or her name on the weapon. The method is "carves swords, iron armor, and bows, crossbows, arrows, etc. with red lacquer". There were similar practices in the Ming Dynasty, but the effect was very poor.
Chapter completed!