Who is organizing the new gang? Why do you want to woo some kids? Song Zheng remembered that in the evening a few days ago, when he came back from a Shanxi noodle restaurant, he was followed by a group of children. From this point of view, this new gang must have made itself a target for revenge. It's no wonder that the Iron Dragon Gang was destroyed by their own hands, and these children have lost their relatives, and perhaps their source of livelihood, and they must have a grudge against themselves. Song Zheng couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, if he competed with adults openly, he was not afraid. But what about these children? Especially if there are seven or eight years old, how can I attack them? Besides, once these children join the bullshit gang, they will definitely go the wrong way in the future. Although he is a thief, he can be regarded as a bit of a conscience, what about others?

Thinking of this, Song Zheng couldn't help but hate the man behind the scenes.

Yan Tang saw that Song Zheng didn't speak for a long time, and asked, "Childe, then what should we do now?" ”

Song Zheng thought about it for a while, "Since there are people who are not honest, then you can use the original relationship to inquire, who is behind it?" With that Liang Mazi's IQ, he shouldn't make up his mind about the children. In addition, you don't have to come to the Martial Arts Academy with new news, don't you go to the Martial Arts Academy every other day? You go to a group of people named Shi Cunbao and tell him the news. Let's try not to meet alone, in case anyone sees the horse's feet. You haven't told anyone about our relationship, have you? ”

Yan Tang said: "No, I don't know the severity so much. ”

"That's good." Song Zheng said: "If someone really inquires about this matter, including your daughter-in-law and children, you have to tell them, unify the voice, just say that a distant relative knew Xi Yang, the deputy head teacher of the Martial Academy, and sent some silver, so he went to the Martial Academy." ”

Yan Tang nodded. Song Zheng told him to go back at night, and then began to think about the new gang and the children. Hu Tongxue Hu Zhizhou was ruthless to the Tielong Gang in order to gain fame, and many people were sentenced heavily. This is very happy, but it has caused these people to hate themselves, after all, "Song Xiaolang only kills the gangsters" is too widespread. This black hand behind the scenes must be removed as soon as possible, otherwise, it will be a lot of trouble.

Song Gongzi really has a lot of trouble, and the reason is that he came up with the idea. Half a month ago, after He Qian negotiated with people from Hu Tongxue, an agreement was reached on the opening of the Su Gong Temple and Chaoran Terrace. Hu Tongxue happily allocated the military salary of the Mizhou Army. As for the so-called Chaorantai Management Council, it was changed to "Su Gongyuan", which means that every open day, the place of Chaorantai and Su Gong Ancestral Hall has become a separate "courtyard", which is faintly the same as the Bungayuan or the Martial Academy. An elderly member of the Su family was appointed as the chief teacher of the Su Public Academy, and Zhao Huan and He Qian served as the deputy chief teacher. It doesn't matter if you change your name, but I don't know who came up with the bad idea, the agreement stipulates that of the four people who guard the door at the gate of the Martial Academy, half of them are from the Martial Academy, and the other half is actually from the Liberal Academy. The right to choose people on the side of the Academy of Literature was handed over to Yao Changqing by Zhao Huan. Song Zheng only heard about this incident when he went to the martial arts academy to attend classes on the afternoon of March 18. Looking at the Su Gong Ancestral Hall, which was clanging next to the training ground and starting to be built, he couldn't help but secretly say that this was another source of conflict.

In the evening of the same day, an unexpected person came to the Song House, who turned out to be Su Luo, the leader of the group of the Academy of Literature. Song Zheng had little contact with him. Except for Su Luo, who once asked Song Zheng for a tael of silver, Song Zheng really didn't pay attention to such a person. When Song Zheng was in class, he just listened to the class honestly, and went home after class, but he only said a few words to a few classmates who sat closely, and naturally disdained Su Luo to say anything.

Su Luo was more sincere this time, first apologized for the last cashier, Song Zheng didn't pay attention to this kind of small role, but just responded in vain. Later, Su Luo made a request, that is, to ask Song Zheng to write down his name. He also explained that every year in the Spring Outing Poetry Competition, excellent poems must be selected, engraved separately, and a poetry collection will be published. The names of the presidents and vice-presidents of the faculty and alumni associations of the Faculty of Arts will also be appended to the collection of poems. Out of respect for the organizers, Yao Changqing came up with an ingenious idea this year to invite several teachers and vice presidents of the alumni association to write their names by hand, and then make a separate font according to the handwriting, and finally print. He also said that this is a respect for the organizers of the Spring Outing Poetry Club. Since it is more troublesome to make a font mold alone, it is necessary to prepare in advance. Therefore, Yao Changqing sent Su Luo over to ask for Song Zheng's handwritten name.

Song Zheng vaguely felt that something was not quite right, so he had an idea and adopted Zheng Banqiao's so-called "stone paving street", and wrote the name in a strange way, which had a different flavor.

Su Luo was overjoyed when he got the handwriting of Song Zheng's name, and thanked Song Zheng again and again for allowing him to complete the task assigned by Yao Changqing. Just one name, it won't make Su Luo excited like this! Song Zheng was even more strange. Therefore, as soon as Su Luo walked out of the house, he quickly changed into the black clothes that had been made by Ming'er, took the machine bracket and quietly slipped out. Su Luo's feet were not fast, and the moonlight was still bright on March 18, so Song Zheng easily followed him.

After Su Luo left the Song Mansion, he followed the path all the way to the north, and looked back from time to time. Song Zheng walked as lightly as a civet cat, and was good at hiding his figure, so naturally he would not let him find out. Su Luo walked to the wall of the women's courtyard and began to walk in the northwest direction of the wall. When I walked to the northwest corner of the Academy, a small door appeared on the wall. Su Luo knocked, opened the door alone, and glanced behind Su Luo. Song Zheng, who was hiding behind the tree, identified it and didn't know it.

After Su Luo entered the door, the man closed the door again. Song Zheng hurriedly stepped forward and looked out through the crack in the door. I saw that there was a small courtyard inside, and there was a faint light in the room facing it.

The wall of the Academy of Literature is nearly one and a half feet high, and if it was before, Song Zheng would not have been able to cross the wall. However, he had just prepared the bracket and it came in handy. Song Zheng walked to the other side, slightly away from the wall, pressed the bracket on his waist, and the hook rope popped out. Song Zheng pulled back again, made sure that he hooked the bluestone crack on the other side of the wall, and began to climb up. Soon came to the wall, Song Zheng jumped off the wall with a hook and took a closer look. This small courtyard is independent of the walls of the Bun Yuan, and its main gate faces west, while the small gate that Su Luo just entered is in the southeast corner of the courtyard, which is connected to the Bun Courtyard.

Song Zheng put away the rope, quietly came to the window, touched his lips with his hand, and then pierced the paper on the window lattice, and raised his eyes to look inside. There were only four people in the room, Yao Changqing, He Enze, Su Luo and a teenager he didn't know. Looking at the dress, it should be a student of the Faculty of Letters.

I saw Su Luo happily take out the words written by Song Zheng from his arms, "Brother Changqing, look, I got that kid's words, hehe, this time that kid can't eat and walk around." ”

Yao Changqing took the word, frowned and said, "Why do you look weird?" Song Zheng writes this kind of character? ”

Su Luo said: "It should be, he wrote it very easily at that time, and he didn't hesitate at all." ”

"Then what did you tell him, did you use the excuse I taught you?" Yao Changqing's expression was serious. Su Luo hurriedly explained the whole process in detail, including what kind of tea she drank, how beautiful the maidservant was, and she was eloquent.

Yao Changqing pondered, and He Enze hurriedly asked, "Changqing, is there something wrong?" ”

"I haven't found out yet, but when I went to look for him, he mentioned that the Race would probably cost a lot of money. I feel a little bit wrong. Hmph, he didn't say that the silver was fine, but when he did, it made me think of this clever plan. From Yao Changqing's face, Song Zheng saw a hint of fierceness.

He Enze also laughed: "Changqing's plan is very good, at the poetry competition, let's take a three-pronged approach to teach this guy to be ruined." Yao Changqing shook his head and said: "Don't be careless, this kid can remove the Iron Dragon Gang with just a little dumb medicine, how can he be idle!" ”

He Enze stopped speaking, and Yao Changqing asked instead, "Su Luo, have you found those students?" But right? ”

Su Luo hurriedly said: "It's all said, they are all our people, one is my brother, and the other two are from the Zhao family and the Hou family." The time, place, and what he said at that time were all arranged by Song Zheng to extort our silver. If it's a confrontation, there's certainly nothing missing. ”

Song Zheng was stunned outside, when did he blackmail them? (Ask for collection, ask for flowers)