It's night.

The small fishing village is brightly lit.

Because of Qin Zhen's imprisonment, the originally sunny and enthusiastic small fishing village is full of gloom. It was late at night, but the village was full of sleepless villagers sitting together in groups of three or five, shrugging their heads and hanging their heads.

"Uncle Liu, go back to the kang to rest."

Aunt Wang shouted in the house.

The old village chief replied without raising his head: "When is this, and you still have the heart to sleep?" When we die, there is time to sleep! ”

Zhang Luopestle was under the old crooked neck tree, not far from the house that the village had arranged for him, the house was dark, and his wife and daughter were already asleep.

He has not been in the small fishing village for a short time, only a little more than a month, but he has been impressed by this warm land. To tell the truth, he lives here at ease, he doesn't have to worry about his wife and daughter being bullied, he doesn't have to worry about robbers rushing into the house to commit murder when he goes out, and he doesn't have to worry about paying "tea money" to those official ruffians every month.

His wife could help in the textile mill or do something lighter to support the family; His daughter can go to school in the village school, play in the fields with her new friends, and run on dirt roads without worry.

This kind of life, very comfortable and luxurious, once only appeared in his dreams.

"Uncle Zhang, do you think those officials can return the innocence of the town?" Shan Hai sat on the stone pier, his chin supported with both hands, and his face was sad.

His good nature makes him believe that there is justice and justice in this world; But the tragic experience made him really difficult to trust, those high-ranking officials.

"I don't know."

Zhang Luo paused and answered in an indifferent tone.

"But I can guarantee that if something happens to Qin Town, our small fishing village will not be able to save it."

The prosperity of the small fishing village has long aroused the covetousness of many people.

The reason why the village has been able to develop to this point is entirely because the villagers have been twisted into a rope by Qin Town, and wherever Qin Town goes, the strength of the village will go.

If Qin Zhen can come back safely, no one in the small fishing village will dare to move!

If Qin Zhen dies outside, there is no need for outsiders to take action, and the small fishing village without a leader will fall apart by itself.

What Zhang Luo is worried about is that if it just falls apart, he is afraid that there are still people who want to kill them all!

"Uncle Zhang, do you mean that there will be people who are not good for the small fishing village?" Shanhai raised his head.

His home was gone, and he was washed away by mountain bandits.

It was Qin Zhen who gave him a home, and the small fishing village was his home.

If anyone dares to be detrimental to the small fishing village, the mountains and seas will never stand by.

Zhang Luo didn't say much, but looked at the oppressive night on the horizon and was silent.

At this time, there was a sudden sound outside the village.

I saw Chen Shu hurrying back with someone.

"What's wrong? Why did you come back? The old village chief hurriedly greeted him.

Chen Kuai didn't explain too much, but after a few simple words, he ran towards the western dungeon.

A few miles to the west along the field, there is a mountain of dirt.

The villagers on duty were competing to see who had killed more mosquitoes, so they saw Chen Shu coming with someone and hurriedly got up to greet them.

"What about people?"

"It's in there."

Chen Shu walked straight into the dungeon, and the dim moonlight fell on Murata Er's sleeping face through the wooden fence.

This kid has blood on his body, of course Qin Zhen will not give him any good fruit to eat, one meal a day, and the food is still bran.

The black and thin boy before is now skinny and skinny, and from time to time villagers come to beat him to vent his anger, and he is covered with bruises, and he can hardly see the human form.

If it weren't for the fact that it was still panting, Chen Shu would have thought it was dead.

Cold water poured over Murata along with the basin, waking him up from his sleep.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I know it's wrong......"

Instinctively, it fell to its knees, kowtowing and begging the villagers for forgiveness.

Chen Shuyi pulled it up from the ground, and the knife was directly on his neck: "Ask you something, if half of the sentence is false, the head will fall to the ground!" ”

Murata nodded like chaff.

It has long been tortured to the point that it has no heart, and it just wants to live humbly, how dare it say a word?

Chen Shu first glanced at everyone, and Xu Xiang and Zhao Ming immediately walked out with people and put this area on guard.

After no one was around, he asked straight to the point.

"Have you heard of Ning Injury of the Great Shang Water Master?"

Murata shook his head blankly.

Chen Shu spoke again.

"Remember the route you took by boat? Why did you go from there? ”

"I don't know, it was Takaya Oda who brought us here, and Takaya Oda said that this road is safe ......" Murata replied tremblingly, "He said at the time...... Say that you big business sailors don't have a long memory, and there are many loopholes......"

Oda Takashi was the leader of the original group of pirates.

At that time, he was slashed to death by Qin Zhen.

Listening to Murata's words, Chen Shu frowned.

"Did you Haikou collude with my Dashang Sailor's people to let the Dashang Sailor open up the net in private and let you sneak in?"

Hearing this, Murata's ears and body trembled.

It finally knew what Chen Shuda had come to find him at night.

"I'm just the lowest lowly ronin, how can I know such a thing!" He cried with a sad face: "Oda Takashi is also our head, he asked us to come, we came, I don't know anything else......"

Having said that, Chen Shu still got a glimpse of a hint of panic from its deep affection.

"Fuck you! If you were an ordinary ronin, would we keep you alive until now? ”

In order to save his life, Murata once revealed that he would explore nautical charts.

And in the follow-up side knock, Chen Shu and Qin Zhen also learned from it that this little beast came from a famous clan in the Evil Taiwan Kingdom, and his brother was a veteran of the "Shang Evil Sea War" ten years ago.

If you change to a big businessman, you are also a thousand-mile commander.

If you don't work at home, you can go one step further and become a captain!

This level is enough to come into contact with some confidential matters, and this Murata Er, as his younger brother, will inevitably hear some rumors.

Chen Shu was not entangled, but said clearly: "If you know, you can live; If you don't know anything, you can only die. ”

"I will give you a choice in the end, whether I cut off my limbs and throw them into the sea to feed the fish, or confess to leniency and make meritorious contributions, you choose."

There was hardly any hesitation.

Murata Er decisively chose to make a living.

"I once met a group of people who had landed on Rakshasa Reef and smuggled iron armor from us...... Although they disguised themselves as South Vietnamese, they were undoubtedly big merchants and soldiers based on their demeanor and the patterns on the hilt of their swords! ”

"Just smuggling?" Chen Shu asked.

He also served in the army, and knew that at the border gates, smuggling abounded.

Swap what you need.

Not only did the big merchant soldiers smuggle to the enemy, but the enemy also often smuggled into the big merchants, and this has become a tacit rule between the two sides.