Chapter 18 He needs to vent (Part 1) (This chapter is free)

He saw Zhao Xing's concentration, and continued: "Here is a valley full of gold and silver. The road (national highway traffic trunk) leads from Chang'an to Shaowu, which is a thoroughfare for all continents and an important road to Fujian. The mountain roads are crisscrossed, causing bandits to gather. If they go out, they rob merchants. If they flee into the mountains, the government will have no choice.

The world is rich here, but the governments on the left and right sides of the road are very strict, and the mountain roads are unstoppable. The tax collection on the main roads is strict, so merchants often walk on the small roads, and some miners who hide gold and silver from the mines are even regarded as sheep. Therefore, although there are many tax collectors in the small roads, they are often difficult to protect their wealth.

The road chosen by the hero is a small road, and the little old man walked this road to avoid tax collectors. Originally, this mountain road belonged to Liao Laoliu, and this teahouse was also run by Liao Laoliu. The heroes on the road gave some face to see Liao Laoliu, but they never thought that even Liao Laoliu could not suppress it anymore...

When I saw that the teahouse was not Liao Laoliu, I knew it was broken. I was afraid that this road would not be possible in the future. This group of people are so bold that even Liao Laoliu dared to harm him.

Who is Liao Laoliu? He was a hero in the Shaowu army. He fought with the robbers at a young age, injured one leg, and retreated from the army. But even so, with the sound of guns, sticks, martial arts, a few people could not get in.

Liao Laoliu is a righteous man, and the military men in Shaowu's army often come to take care of him. The heroes everywhere buy him some face. From then on, we have passed by and paid some common rules to Liao Laoliu to share with those heroes..."

Jiao Chu said that at this time, the children who were searching in the house had already crawled out of the house. They reported the situation to Zhao Xing: there were many corpses in the house, no living person, the kitchen was full of parcels, and the backyard was full of wheelbarrows.

A group of children reported a little disgusted, as if they were reluctant to speak, but stopped. Zhao Xingheng glanced at them and signaled them not to say anything, and then he turned to Jiao Tu.

"Brother-in-law, since that's the case, we each take what we need - something happened to Liao Laoliu. Usually he has military men to take care of him, so you can take these bandits to ask for rewards. In the future, the military men will come forward to continue to take care of him... As for me, I don't want the big cart in the backyard. I want to walk lightly and can't take the goods. I can take a few packages in the kitchen, and you can share the rest. If you can still find the owner and send the package home, it will be a merit. If it's troublesome... let it be."

"There is another girl of seven or eight years old." The group of students who were so stingy just now quickly interrupted: "She crossed the mountain yesterday. Her parents have been killed and are tied up in the kitchen..."

Zhao Xing was angry. These "heroes" didn't even let go of their children. A little girl, whose life has just begun, made her lose her parents' protection, how can she live alone - it seems that the heroes on the Cross Slope still have to make people "human meat buns", and such behavior still needs to be "sing"!

Zhao Xing looked at the bandits all over the ground with a cold expression: "Since I don't come forward, don't give them the opportunity to tell them what was captured - the children, behead them!...Slowly, there are children in the room, don't take these people behind the house in front of her."

Cheng Xia responded and led two classmates into the teahouse. After a while, they helped out a pale and dull girl. At this time, the ground had been cleaned up, and there was no one except the blood on the ground.

Zhao Xing looked at the merchant behind him. At this time, the children were already killing behind the house. The screams of the bandits made the merchants frightened, for fear of angering these killing gods.

Zhao Xing's eyes slowly swept across their timid faces, and he sighed in his heart: "No one dares to take responsibility."

The student took out the luggage belonging to the little girl from the kitchen. Zhao Xing asked someone to find two chicken buses, one carrying the items of the little girl and her parents, and the other carrying their own spoils, and continued to move forward without looking back. Behind him, the merchants were busy dividing the goods. They had no sorrow, only the joy of unexpected gains.

If it weren't for Zhao Xing, maybe they were also victims, and their goods would have been piled up in the yard behind, and the bodies would have been buried in the yard... But now, they can only be happy.

How terrible human nature...

Oh, the Song people are not completely inhumane. Zhao Xing had just walked not far and heard the rumbling sound of cars coming from behind. Before Zhao Xing could finish his sighing, he looked back and found the group of merchants who were unwilling to participate in the sharing of the spoils.

Judging from the followers, the three caravans have been completely disrupted. Each caravan has people who are unwilling to share the spoils. The total number of these people exceeds one-third of the original caravan - Jiao Chu and his son are also in the team.

It seems that modern concepts cannot be used to measure the Song people. In this era, there were so many people who were not greedy for money, which was beyond Zhao Xing's expectations. However, since these merchants followed, Zhao Xing did not care much about himself. He slowed down so that merchants could keep up with the team.

The children's current marching queue is similar to the US strait raid. They are divided into two rows, walking loosely on the side of the road, and two rooster buses are walking in the middle of the road, and Zhao Xing is behind the entire team. However, the children are no longer attentive to watch out, and they are chatting about their gains from time to time.

Walking out of a ravine, Qingshui Town was right in front of him. Zhao Xing waved his hand to stop the entire team. Cheng Shuang, who was pushing the seized object, was replaced by the children. He eagerly grabbed a Park knife from the chicken bus, ran to Zhao Xing mysteriously, pulled out half of the blade to show off to Zhao Xing: "Teacher, I have found a good thing. Look, there are snow patterns on this knife, and it is a silence. Is it a treasure knife?"

This knife style is very strange. It is not a popular style in the Central Plains. It has a slightly curved curve and a narrow blade body. After repeated striking on the blade, it presents a black cloud pattern...

This kind of knife is called "Damascus sword" in modern times, and the Song people called it "Iron Snow Sword". In the Water Margin, "Yang Zhishang Knife" sells this kind of sharp sword introduced from India or Arabia. The two ring knives obtained by Wu Song from Cross Slope are also "Iron Snow Sword".

The number of "Iron Snow Swords" in China reached its peak at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty. After the Mongols returned from the Western Expedition, they used this spoil seized from the Arab world to fight the Southern Song army. According to the history of the Song Dynasty, this knife could cut several Song army-style simple swords in succession, but it was not damaged by itself. The Song people could not even surpass this knife.

"What a good knife - the erect iron snowflake knife, worth 30,000 yuan," Zhao Xingwen praised: "Well... the identity of a person with this knife is not simple. Have you taken his package? Look through the package and see who this person is?"

Cheng Shuang's father was a son-in-law. In the Song Dynasty, the son-in-law had a low status and could not even have his own name. However, because his son-in-law inherited the family business, he was indeed the "head of the household" at home, and his mother and father had to rely on him to live.
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