Seven days later, Qian Jin's family arrived at Furong Station. The carriages of this era did not have a shock absorption system, and Wen and Bao'er had a bumpy journey, and when they arrived at the Furong Station, they were a little haggard, so the family decided to stay here for a day.

Furong Station is a transit station, located in Shaozhou County, north along Guanma Avenue (1) to Jiangxi, to the west there is a small road (2) to Guilin Mansion. Back then, Wen and his grandmother went to Guilin Mansion on this path.

On the second day, Wen and Bao'er had almost recovered their strength, and Qian Jin proposed to go to the place where his grandmother was killed. In the past ten years, the government has also inspected, but there has been no news of that gang of bandits. Later, Lao Qian often led the army to bet salt through here, and there were no clues from many sources.

Grandma was killed by bandits, and the family is always in pain, and Qian came here to see if he could find some clues.

The carriage came to a stop at a place called the Grassland Slope. Qian Jin looked out from the pane and saw more than a dozen big men blocking the way in front of him, and one of them was a black-faced man holding a big knife with a ring head.

Looking at the costumes of those big men, they don't look like local farmers. The surrounding mountains are high and dense, and the vegetation is lush, and Qian Jin suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, so he took out the Miao knife and musket to prevent accidents.

Ahead, Lao Qian has already gone to negotiate. If the other party is just asking for money, it doesn't matter if he gives some silver taels, after all, there are two women in the carriage, Wen and Bao'er.

Inside the carriage, Qian Jin had already packed up, and when he was about to come out, he saw the gesture of 'don't act rashly' behind Lao Qian, so he stopped.

Lao Qian hugged a fist at a black-faced man and said, "This master is hard." ”

The black-faced man was burly, his face was covered with horizontal flesh, and he carried a ring-headed knife on his shoulder, and everyone faintly took him as the leader. He glanced at Lao Qian and said in a deep voice, "Which one?" ”

Lao Qian said with a smile: "The official's family, this is a friend, and I also invite a good man to make it convenient." With that, he handed five taels of silver to the gang as wine money. What he said to the black-faced man just now was jargon, that is, he showed his identity, and he showed that he didn't want to cause more trouble, which was already very polite. If the other party is still unwilling to let go, they will have to use the knife.

The black-faced man took the silver tael and checked it, and asked with a little hesitation, "Which place did you eat?" ”

When Lao Qian saw him ask, his palms couldn't help but sweat slightly.

Under normal circumstances, robbers rarely have a grudge against the government. After he reported his identity as an official, the gang of robbers was still asking him about the details, and it was clear that they wanted to see if he was hard in the background and whether he could eat it in one bite. So Lao Qian put his previous identity in Guanhaiwei out.

"Guanhaiwei, 100 households."

"Hahaha......" As soon as the words fell, the group of bandits on the opposite side laughed.

One of the thin-faced bandits said to the black-faced man, "Big brother, he's scaring us." The soldiers of the guard will not be able to fight, so they will be easy to deal with. Looking at the carriage, it should be family members and soft, why don't we do it again this time? With that, the skinny-faced bandit made a throat-slitting motion.

The black-faced man hesitated for a moment, then clenched his fists and nodded heavily. When the rest of the people saw that the boss had made up his mind, they slowly moved closer to Lao Qian and wanted to surround him in the middle. There was even a bandit sneakily behind Lao Qian, raising a knife to slash.

There was a loud bang, and the bandit fell to the ground. The bandits were also startled by this loud noise, and when they looked back, they saw Qian Jin holding a musket in his hand, and the barrel of the gun was still emitting white smoke.

"Old money, take the knife."

Qian Jin shouted, jumped out of the carriage, and at the same time threw the long knife in his hand to Lao Qian, it was the wind and thunder knife he built some time ago, one for each father and son.

After the old man over there took the knife, he squatted on the spot to avoid the machete of a bandit, and the long knife in his hand took advantage of the situation to unsheath and swept towards the bandit's leg, only to see a flash of blood, and one of the bandit's calves was broken at the root.

Lao Qian excitedly shouted 'good knife', and then moved left and right like a raccoon cat, jumping out of the encirclement of the group of bandits, and the long knife in his hand was along the way, and another bandit was stabbed in the waist, and the blood flowed like an infusion, and it seemed that he could not live.

The black-faced man saw that his side had lost three people at once, and he shouted angrily, and saw that the knife in the other party's hand was fast, so he took the ring head big knife and rushed over to slash straight at the old money, wanting to break the Miao knife with the momentum of the heavy knife.

Old Qian dodged sideways, took advantage of the black-faced man's slash, changed the long knife to his right hand, and slashed at the black-faced man's wrist. I heard a scream, and the black-faced man's wrist and knife fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

A group of bandits couldn't help but feel frightened when they saw the boss being stabbed, and several of them had already retreated. At this time, the thin-faced bandit shouted, "There are only two of them, and they will go up together and slaughter them all." ”

The bandits were still hesitating. They came out to rob the road because they were mixed up to eat, not out to work hard. One or two bold ones were eager to try, but when they saw that no one else was moving, they retreated again.

At this time, there was another loud "bang". The thin-faced bandit stared at the smoking musket in Qian Jin's hand slowly falling, and there was still an incredible expression in his eyes.

Qian Jin has been behind to deal with Lao Qian, and at the same time protect the side of the carriage to prevent his mother and Bao'er from being harmed. Seeing that the thin-faced bandit encouraged the others to fight hard, he gave him a shot, and he still understood the principle of capturing the thief and capturing the king first.

The bandits were already frightened, threw away their weapons one after another, and kowtowed to the ground and begged for mercy. Qian Jin had already drawn his knife and stood beside Lao Qian, beware of their black hands.

Lao Qian lifted the collar of a bandit and asked, "Where did you all come from?" ”

The bandit said tremblingly, "Go back to the old man...... We...... We are all Wang Mazi's subordinates. ”

"Who is Wang Mazi?"

"He's an old man...... Wang Mazi is said to have been a good man on this road before, and he is very famous in Jingzhou and Guizhou. Recently, he gathered hundreds of people here and picked out some merchants and passers-by. We just shouted after us, and there was no life in our hands, so we begged the two masters to let us go. With that, the bandit kowtowed vigorously to the ground.

At this time, Wen also got out of the carriage. She originally wanted to persuade Lao Qian not to create murder and accumulate more yin virtues for a pair of children. When he walked in front of the gang, he caught a glimpse of the black-faced man who fell to the ground, and suddenly his apricot eyes widened, and he shouted: "Xianggong, it's him...... He was the one who killed his mother back then, and I recognized him when she turned to ashes. ”

Lao Qian had already lifted the collar of the black-faced man and said angrily: "Sixteen years ago, but your group robbed and killed an official wife here? ”

The black-faced man's face twisted into a ball of pain, and he said with half-open eyes: "Uncle Ben...... I don't even remember...... Myself...... How many people have been killed, and where are ...... What official wife do you remember? Give a ...... Have fun. Wang Mazi will ...... You'll get my revenge. ”

Lao Qian pushed the black-faced man out, and the long knife in his hand had already been swung out, and the black-faced man's head fell to the ground, and his eyes were still open.

Since his birth, the old money in Qian Jin's impression is very gentle. Today, when I see him kill people, he doesn't blink his eyes, the contrast is too great. Perhaps, everyone has a reverse scale, and the reverse scale of Lao Qian is his wife and children.

When the bandits saw that the black-faced man and the thin-faced bandit were killed one after another, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to squeak. Lao Qian ordered the bandits to take off their upper clothes and shoes, and tied them to a rope like grasshoppers. Then, he persuaded Wen to return to the carriage, and cut off the heads of several bandits who had fallen to the ground before, seemingly with great skill.

Qian Jin looked at it secretly, and hurriedly asked, "Dad, what is this for?" ”

Lao Qian said unhurriedly: "Saving military merits, my Chen Guo calculates military merits based on heads." You have become a hundred households, and these heads just give you military merits. ”

"Don't want it, Dad, I'm going to take the exam, it's useless to ask for military merit. Don't scare Mother and Bao'er. ”

Lao Qian thought about it, so he stopped the movement in his hand and said, "This place is not suitable for a long time. Your grandmother already knows about Jin'er's filial piety, so I will worship here later, so as to comfort her in the spirit of heaven. ”

"Hmm. What about these tied up? ”

"Take it to Furong Station and hand it over to the government to deal with."

After the tea, Lao Qian packed up and placed the heads on a higher ground. Qian Jin knelt down towards the west and muttered, "Grandma, I'll help you collect some interest today." Is this Wang Mazi, I will personally meet him for a while......"

Note: (1) Guanma Avenue: The main traffic artery of Chenguo, which radiates the whole country from the capital, and there are post stations along the road.

(2) Trail: A secondary road connecting Guanma Avenue.