Shen Xingluo looked at her with dark eyes and asked for advice, "Molten iron needs charcoal, only our family has it in the village, and this matter still needs the nod of the lady." ”

Cheng Xi was stunned, "Don't you know where the charcoal is?" Leave it for ourselves, and let the patrol move over the rest. ”

"Okay."

Shen Xingluo's eyes flashed with a smile.

Cheng Xi glanced at his eyes uncomfortably, and the tips of his ears gradually reddened.

Invisible sultry is the deadliest.

What's even more fatal is that someone doesn't seem to know how deep their eyes really are.

Cheng Xi changed the topic, "Why didn't I see Scarface and them, didn't they arrange to be together?" ”

"They were taken up the mountain by Uncle Zheng Shan to cut down trees."

Although both parties are mountain bandits, and there is only a time difference of two or three days when they come to Shenjia Village, their moods are completely different.

Scarface is now obedient and obedient, and seeing the Shen family and his wife is like a mouse meeting a cat, and the atmosphere is not breathing.

But the latecomers led by Zhuang Kun are different.

I'm still holding my breath.

Cheng Xi was completely convinced when he heard this.

"You're getting the most out of what you have."

Originally, the work of cutting trees was a patrol, and every time I came down from the mountain, I was tired and bitter, and it was a laborious job.

Now that they were all handed over to Scarface, all the villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

Isn't it easy to be an overseer?

Only the world where the mountain bandits are harmed has been achieved.

"Whose idea was this?"

"Mine."

“.”

Sure enough, there were 800 hearts.

Cheng Xi coughed lightly, "I think the husband can talk to the third master." ”

When encountering such a demon who dies in a pit and does not pay for his life, even a mountain bandit think tank has to bow down, right?

Maybe they've been completely tamed.

When the two were talking, a group of people came down from the mountain, led by Zheng Shan, who was holding a whip in his hand that he had found out of nowhere, and he looked very imposing.

And behind him were eight loveless mountain bandits, who had to endure the whips that fell from time to time, and also carried wood thicker than their waists.

At the end of the line, Lian Hu carried a rabbit cushion that had been pierced by an arrow.

The impact of this scene is really a bit big.

Cheng Xi twitched the corners of his mouth silently.

So Shenjia Village is the real mountain bandit's nest.

***

Shen Xingluo really went to chat with the three masters.

In the small wooden house, only a table and chair stood on one side, and in front of the table was a rather unusual set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Zhuang Kun slumped in the corner of the wooden house and glanced at it without paying attention, focusing more on the man.

Shen Xingluo was grinding ink.

The slender fingers pinch the ink ingot and slowly turn it around, and the inkstone with a little water is added to blend the small pieces of ink.

Neither of them spoke, and it seemed that the moment they entered the cabin, a game called "whoever speaks first loses" began.

Silence, still silence.

Zhuang Kun, who was staring at the ink ingot in a circle, was almost dizzy, his body, which was already tired from moving stones for a long time, was "overwhelmed", and his stomach was tumbling badly.

"I heard the villagers call you a juren?"

He stared at the scar full of malice, "The taste of ruined future is not pleasant, there is no ambition to serve the country, but the only way forward is completely blocked, it's really pitiful." ”

Zhuang Kun knew the truth of killing people and decisively threw out the killer idea.

However, the other party was unmoved.

"That's why you've become a bandit?"

Shen Xingluo's attention was still on grinding the ink, and his movements were unhurried and unaffected.

"Zhuang Kun, a person from Hufeng Town, Lin'an Prefecture, Jingyou was robbed of his fame for scientific research fraud in the sixteenth year, and he was not allowed to enter the office for life."

The low and steady voice sounded slowly, but the content made the hearts of the parties in the corner set off turbulent waves.

Zhuang Kun straightened up violently, his eyes bloodshot with excitement.

"Who are you?"

"How do you know about me!"

Zhuang Kun has never mentioned the past to anyone since he became a mountain bandit, and even the big and second masters in the village don't know about these things.

He thought that he would be taken into a coffin for the first half of his life, but he never expected that one day someone would reveal his scars.

How would he know?

This young man is definitely more than just a disfigured scholar in the village!

It is now the twenty-second year of Jingyou, and it was six years ago that he was convicted of scientific research fraud.

How old was he six years ago?

But a kid!

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's who you're doing things for."

Shen Xingluo saw that the ink had been fully ground and put it down gently, "As the third master of Qingshan Village, you have done a lot of things for Zhou Lesong over the years, right?" ”

Zhou Lesong, the name of the prefect of Lin'an Prefecture, Zhou Xuzhi's father.

Zhuang Kun's pupils shrank when he heard this name, and the figure that had been straightened up because of excitement slowly fell back to its original place, and his excited expression was not there.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"No, you know that."

Shen Xingluo got up, and every step seemed to be stepping on the other party's heart.

"In the sixteenth year of Jingyou, Zhou Lesong met you who were penniless and expelled from the clan on the way to the prefect, and you were cited as a confidant."

“.”

"Later, I learned that you fell into the grass, so I asked you to do things for him."

“.”

"He provided information on passing merchants or officials, and with the help of Qingshanzhai's hands, he removed many people who were in the way."

“.”

"Do you think that's all there is to it?"

What?

This time, Zhuang Kun was no longer silent, and raised his head to look directly at him, with a little confusion in his red eyes.

Shen Xingluo's eyes mocked, "Do you know the relationship between Zhou Lesong and Prime Minister Zhou in the capital?" ”

"I don't know."

"Zhou Lesong is from Prime Minister Zhou Cheng's outer room, and he has been taking care of him since he entered and exited the officialdom."

"It's just your side of the story."

"Lin'an Mansion is an important capital city of the Great Yan Dynasty, you must know this very well, such an important place Zhou Lesong has been in for six years, if there is no one in the officialdom, will he be stable?"

Zhuang Kun subconsciously shrunk his limbs, "So what?" I don't know them, so what does it have to do with me? ”

"Prime Minister Zhou's protégés are all over the world, and most of the officials in the court are favored by him, and this favor"

Shen Xingluo paused, "The test questions from previous scientific examinations. ”

“.”

"Six years ago, someone discovered the cheating in the scientific examination and wanted to find out who was behind the scenes, and you and a few other students were supposed to take the palace examination, but they became scapegoats."

Zhuang Kun is cold all over his body!

"Zhou Lesong was out at the time, and he recognized you on the way, and originally wanted to introduce you to Qingshan Village to kill people with a knife, but he didn't expect you to stay in the cottage with your extraordinary intelligence."

Zhuang Kun suddenly felt that all the strength in his body left him in an instant.

Yes.

On that day, the nobleman gave five taels of silver, and "kindly" pointed out a way to the south.

Although he is a person from Lin'an Mansion, he only knew how to read when he was young, where did he know about the dangerous place where mountain bandits were rampant?

The memories of the past six years have come flooding back in my heart, and many things can be traced.

He wasn't stupid, he didn't think about it before just because he was repaying his kindness.

So what now?

Zhuang Kun only felt that it was dark in front of him.

"Y-How do you know?"

Who the hell is this man?

Why do you live in a small village?

Is he really just a scholar who has just passed the township exam?

Shen Xingluo didn't answer, and his right foot had already stepped out of the wooden house.

"Write, the soul that died in vain under the knife of Qingshanzhai, you should still remember."

There was silence for a long time.

Eventually, there was a rustling sound in the corner, and a pair of trembling hands picked up the pen and paper on the table.

Anti-kill, get!

(End of chapter)