"This Zhuang Kun is really a character!"

Cheng Xi pinched a thick drop of stationery and sighed with emotion.

In the wooden box is indeed a letter written by Zhou Lesong to Zhuang Kun, and every murder case is traced in the letter.

The question is, who can prove that this is Zhou Lesong's handwritten letter?

As the prefect of Lin'an, he knew too well how to hide himself, and the letters were only made of ordinary paper, and each letter did not leave any personal seal.

It's just that the comparison of handwriting is really hard to convince the public.

But Zhuang Kun just left a hand!

In addition to the letters, there is also a dense list of gifts left in the wooden box.

There are two lists, one is the list of treasures that Zhuang Kun used to loot as a bandit, and the other is the gift he gave to the prefect as a "Zhuang Outside".

"Since it is a gift in the name of a banker out of nothing, it must be registered in the warehouse."

As long as you get the accounts of the Zhou Mansion's warehouse, you can see it at a glance.

"Dare to love Zhuang Kun, and don't trust Zhou Lesong so much?"

"Not necessarily, Zhuang Kun does regard him as a lifesaver, but he has always been cautious and wants to leave a way back for himself."

And this back road has now become a communication card to send Zhou Lesong to the guillotine.

The two of them took things apart, looked at them again, and put them back in, tossing back and forth for most of the hour.

And a long list of "victims" was recorded.

Among them, there are many well-educated people who are dedicated to serving the people, and in addition to civilian officials, there are even a few military generals.

Cheng Xi pinched the list and suddenly felt heavy.

This is all the hope of the Great Yan Dynasty, and it was folded in the hands of a group of mountain bandits.

"These people don't necessarily have a holiday with Zhou Lesong, right?"

What kind of distortion does his psychology have to be to make him unaccustomed to seeing so many people in officialdom?

What kind of official is this, just start a new stove yourself!

Shen Xingluo didn't know that her brain circuit had completely drifted away, and nodded while browsing the list of victims from right to left.

"There are many officials who oppose Prime Minister Zhou, and they have nothing to do with Zhou Lesong, presumably it was ordered by this minister."

He had also seen this list in his previous life.

It's just a collection of henchmen, and it's not as complete as it is now because of its age.

"If you want to bring down Zhou Lesong, you still need to get the warehouse ledger of the house."

Cheng Xi put down the list, "I have to wait for the city gate to open—"

"It won't be long."

Shen Xingluo looked out the window, "The snow has stopped." ”

The snow really stopped.

It's not a stop-and-go stop, it's a complete stop.

Not a single snowflake fell from the sky for three days, and the sun finally came late on the fourth day when the snow stopped.

The snow on the ground, on the rooftops, and on the mountains is melting at a very slow rate.

The people of Shenjia Village showed calmness beyond normal people.

"Stop, stop, don't you still go on as usual?"

"Yes, spring has already started at this time, and it's time to stop."

"What should you do, what to do, let's go, and practice again before it's patrol time!"

It would be best if the snow really stopped, wouldn't we be fine if we didn't stop?

Don't worry about eating or drinking, and there are people calling, it's so much better than before!

The patrol people just casually unveiled and turned all their energy and passion to skis.

That's right, skis.

Since Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi did not shy away from the villagers using it, the only carpenter in the village, Uncle Bolt, could be said to be painful and happy.

Happiness naturally comes from more and more people coming to him to customize skis, and pain comes from a never-ending list.

Skis are easy to make, but there are so many people in the village, where do you make them?

And it's not just the patrols that have their eyes on him, but even the children and unmarried girls want to have one.

This thing can be used by the Xingluo family, and they can do it completely!

It took seven days for the bolts to be so numb that all the skis were gouged out, and several large blisters formed on the hands.

"Let's go, go to the mountains, I'll definitely be able to slip past you this time!"

"Your subordinates are defeated, you big guy is too stupid, how can you surpass me."

"Compare, I must compete with you today, I don't believe that I can't surpass you!"

"I'm afraid of you!"

Several people picked up their skis and went up the mountain one after another, finding a place with some slope and starting to guide various movements.

Halfway up the mountain, several people stood tremblingly on their skis and moved and moved like turtles, and then got up when they fell, without crying at all.

Shen Xingqi is one of them.

"I'm sure I'll be able to do it if someone else can do it, isn't it just a fall, it's okay!"

After a winter, the little girl has grown a lot taller, and her body is not as weak as before.

However, the sixteen-year-old baby is still greedy, and there is still some baby fat on her face, and she feels good when she pinched her hand.

Thinking like this, Cheng Xi couldn't help but pinch it again.

"Keep your balance, don't rush forward, find your feelings."

"I know sister-in-law, I'll try again!"

The little girl's attention was all focused on the skis, completely unaware that her face was pinched.

However, the next moment, with a crisp and familiar "click", the wooden cane in her right hand was useless.

Scrapped?

Cheng Xi twitched the corners of his mouth and turned his face away.

"Ah, why is it broken again? This thing really doesn't need to be tossed. ”

This is already the sixth one she has crushed.

Every time Shen Xingqi went to Uncle Bolt with a stick that was broken into slag, the carpenter looked at her with a mind full of doubts, and more than once suspected that she used it as a burning stick.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry."

Cheng Xi, who was still thinking about comforting her, really couldn't find an excuse, so she simply changed her method, "Or, how do you control your strength by practicing first?" ”

“.”

Shen Xingqi's eyes were resentful, sister-in-law, do you look down on me?

"Someone has entered the village, a lot of people!"

A male voice interrupted the conversation in the distance, and the girls stopped their clumsy skiing movements.

Cheng Xi was stunned for a moment, and bent his knees slightly towards the man, the mountainside of Shennong Mountain is extremely high, and from the middle position, you can see the situation of the surrounding dozens of miles clearly.

A moment later, she returned to Shen Xingqi's side.

"You guys, go back."

She looked serious, "Give me back to the ancestral hall, there are victims coming this way." ”

The girls covered their mouths in surprise and exclaimed.

At this time, Shen Xingqi was much calmer than them, and stood up and took his friends down the mountain in an orderly manner.

Cheng Xi saw them slowly disappearing on the snow road, and then he headed in the direction of the patrol.

Shenjia Village has not been here for a long time.

The last time someone came in, it was more than 150 mountain bandits led by the big boss.

Although they were ragged victims this time, they were no less dangerous than the mountain bandits.

The dart masters led by Cheng Daqian knew this very well, and gathered the patrol team the moment they heard the news.

"Don't get excited, everyone, listen to what Uncle Six has to say!"

(End of chapter)