August 20, 11th year of Chongzhen. In the living room of the Fan family's compound in Zhangjiakou, Fan Yongdou and Fan Sanba sat precariously with serious faces. Fan Yubin sat on the side with a frosty face, and today, as soon as he came back, Zhang Biao rushed over. At this moment, Zhang Biao's face was hideous, his eyes were red, and he was wandering around in the hall.

"Yubina, miserable! There were more than 200 people, and two of them ran back, still wounded. When I led someone over, there were corpses all over the ground, and there was not a single one panting. Everything that can be taken away is taken away, and everything that can't be taken away is burned. Forget about the hundreds of thousands of goods, how can I explain to other people's families with more than 200 people? Zhang Biao screamed, crying in his tone. Somehow, he actually regarded Fan Yubin as the backbone. It may be a series of magical moves by Fan Yubin during this time, or it may be related to Zhang Kai's touting.

Fan Yubin calmed down for a while. They each bowed to Fan Yongdou and Fan Sanba, and said respectfully: "Grandpa, father, second uncle, eldest brother, and second brother are about to go to Jiangnan, and there are many things at home, so I will make a child and uncle here." Fan Yongdou and Fan Sanba were obviously relieved, although they had lived at the border for a long time, and fighting and killing were commonplace, but these were not their specialties, and there was really no good way here. They exchanged a few polite words with Zhang Biao and left one after another.

Turning around, Fan Yubin pulled Zhang Biao to sit down, made him a cup of tea with his own hands, and said warmly: "Uncle, if you come, you will be safe." Now that something has happened, instead of being impatient, it is better to think of a way to see how to solve it, and there is always a solution to the problem. With indescribable confidence and warmth in his tone, Zhang Biao unconsciously settled down. It was the horse thieves who did it, you tell me the details. ”

"It was the one who killed the sky and suffered a thousand knives to do it!" Zhang Biao gritted his teeth. He also introduced the situation to Fan Yubin in detail.

Kill the sky, his real name is unknown. It was originally the head of the nursing home of a certain prince of the Ming Dynasty, with strong martial arts and fierce surname. Because he raped the prince's concubine, he was forced to wander the rivers and lakes, and was later forced into the grassland by the prince's killing order. After Killing the Sky and coming to the grassland, with his own kung fu, he actually rescued dozens of people to do the work of horse bandits. At first, it was also a small fight, robbing some small traders. In recent years, the nine sides of the Ming Dynasty have been abolished, and the Mongolian tribes have been fighting endlessly, and the Qing Dynasty has fought a big war with the Chahar Mongolian Lin Dan Khan, and the grassland is in chaos. Killing Potian took the opportunity to become bigger, and even pulled hundreds of people. These people, some of them are deserters of the Ming Dynasty, some are Mongolian scum, and some are old bandits, they are all extremely vicious, insidious and cunning, and extremely experienced. It turns out that they are bandits when they fight, and they are people when they scatter, and there are still traces to be found. Now it's bigger, coming and going like the wind, and I can't find a trace.

"You mean, in the past year, you've sent three nights to explore their lair?" Fan Yubin asked.

"Yes, the second one is two, and the third is one. The heads of the three were sent back, either hanging on the city wall of Zhangjiakou or on a big tree outside the city. Zhang Biao explained.

"Give someone a head?" Fan Yubin asked puzzled. "As long as he catches the spies of the officers and soldiers, he will kill them, and send the heads back to have a deterrent effect, which is his habit." Zhang Biao said.

"What about after the heads?" Fan Yubin then asked. Zhang Biao touched his head: "It's strange to say, after sending the head, my family's caravan will be attacked, and this time it will be sent back not long ago." ”

"Those who don't know your family's trade routes at night?" Fan Yubin asked again. Zhang Biao's face was a little red: "They sometimes have to protect caravans, and they still know some routes."

The living room fell silent, and for a while, Fan Yubin whispered something in Zhang Biao's ear.

Zhang Xiaowang was dressed as a Mongolian and had been floating on the grassland on a horse for seven or eight days. He was a night breaker, a group of four, and went their own way when they entered the grassland. For several days, he found no trace of the Mongol horsemanship, except for some Mongol horses. He looked around, and walked forty or fifty miles southwest to return to Zhangjiakou. "It looks like I'm blind this time." He muttered, looking a little annoyed.

Zhang Xiaowang, a native of Cangzhou, Hebei Province, has three brothers, and his father is a small businessman, so all three of them can read some words. A few years ago, his father was greedy for profit and brought the family to Zhangjiakou to make money on the grassland. As a result, the caravan was killed and robbed, and the eldest brother was also killed. When the news came, his father committed suicide by hanging himself, leaving behind a lot of foreign debts. The mother was also blind from crying. Zhang Xiaowang hated the killing of the sky to the bone, eager to eat its flesh and drink its blood, he gritted his teeth and joined the Ming army, hoping that one day he could avenge this blood sea of revenge. Because he was literate and clever, he was soon chosen to be in the night. This time, he heard that the caravan of Zhang Shoubei's family had also suffered a big loss from Killing Potian, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to explore the traces of Killing Potian.

Soon, he was brought to a young man, who was heard to be the young master of the Fan family.

Fan Yubin looked at Zhang Xiaowang quietly for a while, nodded, and said solemnly: "You go this time, you are dead and dead, have you thought about it?" Zhang Xiaowang didn't speak, just looked at Fan Yubin, his eyes were full of determination. Fan Yubin sighed and said warmly: "If you have something to do this time, no matter whether you complete the task or not, your family will receive a subsidy of 100 acres of Shangtian and 100 taels of silver." In addition, your family can also receive five taels of silver and three buckets of rice every month, and your mother and younger brother should have no worries about food and clothing. Zhang Xiaowang knelt on the ground and snorted three times.

Fan Yubin sighed again, waved his hand, and asked Fan Long to take Zhang Xiaowang to arrange.

This time I may be ashamed of the young master of the Fan family, Zhang Xiaowang thought in his heart, and couldn't help but scolded in a low voice: "Where did this damn Killer Break Heaven hide?" The horse stumbled and threw him out of the way.

Zhang Xiaowang was about to turn over and get up, when two sturdy figures pounced on him from the grass next to him, held him down, and helped him up. "Spare your life, spare your life! I'm a small trader, I was robbed, and I want to go home, uncle... Woo--" Zhang Xiaowang shouted desperately. A fierce-looking man stuffed a rag into Zhang Xiaowang's mouth, and said with a sneer: "Blind, why are the excuses of the official and military spies the same, there is no new thing." A man next to him who had a cyan birthmark of the boss next to him also snorted coldly: "Let's go, give him to the killer to receive the reward." As he spoke, he threw Zhang Xiaowang like a dead dog on a horse pulled out of the grass next to him.