Early the next morning, the streets were bustling.

"I really didn't expect that the doctor who treated the disease and saved people would do such a thing that lost his conscience!"

"Adulterer, adulteress, go to hell!"

Rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and all kinds of feces were smashed at Zhang Tong and He Mei, who were parading the streets.

Heaven is a good reincarnation, who does the sky forgive?

Deserve!

Uncle Weng was also a man who did things, and he arrested the adulterer and adulteress that night, and sentenced them to three days in the street and beheaded them for public display.

The portrait of Jiangyang thief's "scarface" has also been rubbed in countless copies and sent to various roads, states, counties, and towns for posting.

He also gave five hundred taels of silver, which was called his name: "Lord Bai, this is a long way to the southwest, the more silver the better, and the whole government is personally funded." ”

Bribing the officer?

Very good, very good!

All the trivial matters are sorted out, and we continue to set off on the road.

Walking out of Jiangling City, it was only ten miles long pavilion, and the carriage was stopped by several old men kneeling in the middle of the road with their families.

The person who is the leader is Zhang Tianyang, the head of the medical family, the father of the adulterer Zhang Tong, and the miracle doctor Zhang Tianyang, who has a certain reputation in the land of the two lakes.

"Lord Bai, open grace!"

The Zhang family wailed and begged for mercy.

Song Che lifted the curtain, glanced through the gap, frowned, and scolded in his heart: It must be Uncle Weng and this old fox who gave them a trick.

Lin Yue poked his head into the car, "They let you be gracious." ”

Song Che pursed his lips, "I'm not deaf. ”

"Then if you can't open your grace, if you don't open your grace, they won't open the way, do you want me to run over them?" Lin Yue asked.

Shen Wenjun said at this time: "The Zhang family has been treating diseases and saving people for generations, and the reputation is still good, although Zhang Tong will never give up, but He Mei is three months pregnant...... Alas, this matter, or flexible. ”

"Hmm...... If it weren't for the family's treatment of diseases and saving people, and accumulating a lot of merits, I would not forgive this time. ”

Song Che said to Zhang Tianyang, who was blocking the road:

"Then I'll do a business with you - from now on, all poor people who come to your Zhang family to see a doctor are free of charge, if they can do it, Zhang Tong and He Mei can be exempted from capital crimes, and Jichun Hall can also continue."

"I, Zhang Tianyang, take my family and swear here that I will not charge a penny of gold and silver from the poor from now on, and if I break my oath, I am willing to ruin my family!"

"You don't have to swear, I will send people to make secret visits from time to time, and you can weigh it yourself."

Song Che wrote another letter to the government and handed it to Zhang Tianyang as a certificate.

Zhang's family was grateful and moved to the side of the road to thank each other.

If you don't kill two people, you can save thousands of poor people, and it's a good deal.

……

……

"Legends!

In the folk of Xiangxi, an ancient secret technique is circulated, called 'Xiangxi Corpse Chasing Technique', the purpose of which is to bring the corpses of criminals who died in a foreign land or were beheaded back to their hometowns for peace;

No matter what the weather, they must wear straw sandals and green cloth robes, tie a black belt around their waists, wear a green cloth hat, hold a gong bell in their hands, and carry yellow talismans around their waists!

The corpse chaser will use spells to arrange the dead corpses behind them in turn, leading the way by themselves, but they do not play lanterns, they go out day and night, when driving the corpses, while beating the yin gong, shaking the soul bell, while shouting loudly 'Xiangxi to drive the corpse, the living to avoid'!

It is rumored that if you see the corpse team, the living who do not avoid it will get sick at least and die at worst! ”

"Ah...... It's scary! It's scary! ”

Qin Ruo hugged Shen Wenjun tightly, and was stunned by the story told by Song Che.

Shen Wenjun puffed up his chest: "Hmph, how can there be zombies in this world?" I'm not afraid at all. ”

Song Che lowered his voice and said, "Since you are so bold, I will tell you about the other two heresies in Xiangxi, the Falling Flower Cave Girl and ...... Gu girl! ”

She snorted, revealing her true form, "I...... I don't listen to it, it's all folk fabrication, fictional legends, ridiculous! ”

"When I went to the thatched house that night, you must push me and say coquettishly, Song Lang, husband, husband, come with me, I'm afraid alone."

"Don't worry, I won't be spoiled with you, if you don't want to accompany me, I will knock you into a bodhisattva's brain, Amitabha!"

"Hey, it's so terrifying, is there really such a thing as 'Xiangxi chasing corpses' in this world?" Qin Ruo asked curiously.

Song Che stopped joking, lest someone really couldn't sleep at night, he said:

"Yes, there must be, but it is not as evil as the legend, the so-called 'driving the corpse', in fact, is just transporting the corpse, after the person dies, the corpse is stiff, where can it still move?

As for the corpse chasers, they can also be understood as 'dart masters who escort corpses', and they use superb embalming skills to keep the corpses of dead guests in a foreign land from rotting, so that they can be transported back for burial;

The embalmed corpse must not look good, and this kind of work is very unlucky in the eyes of ordinary people, so the corpse chasers choose to carry it out in the dark and do not disturb the people's livelihood;

Under the influence of customs, rumors, legends, and various factors, Xiangxi was born. ”

In addition to ancient legends, there are many modern sayings about Xiangxi's corpse drive, the most common of which is that lawbreakers take advantage of people's fear and awe, and the corpses are actually smuggled on the surface.

But then again, since Song Che saw these martial arts masters, flying off the wall, and slashing out the sword qi, in the world of this plane, everything is strange, and he has reservations.

It is now April 26, and I walked for two days to go out of the Jiangling boundary to Lizhou in Xiangxi.

The official roads in Lizhou are obviously much narrower and more dilapidated, with potholes everywhere, and if you don't pay attention to the wheels, you will sink into them.

Business travel to and from Lizhou has also been greatly reduced, firstly because there are few business opportunities here, and secondly because there are Miao people living here.

Since entering Lizhou, there are many Miao people on the road who have their heads wrapped in cloths, men and women are not tall, and they are very thin, carrying pigweed baskets in a hurry, and they never rest in the tea stalls and pavilions beside the road.

When a carriage like Song Che passed by, the Miao people would take the initiative to stand on the side of the road to avoid it, lowering their heads and not daring to look directly, and those with children would hide behind the adults, with fear in their eyes.

From the previous conversation with Weng Shutong, there are only a few words that make Song Che the most profound:

Barbarians, untouch slaves, domesticated.

It seems that in the eyes of all the court officials, Miao was born barbaric and untamed, and he was born a lowly slave with a backbone, and he should be slaughtered and suppressed.

Where can ordinary people learn from the racism that officials take the lead?

The feudal dynasty is really full of blood, tears and absurdity!

"With more effort, haven't you eaten yet?"

"Hey, hey......"

Suddenly, there was a reprimand from outside the carriage.

Song Che opened the window to look for sound, and saw that not far ahead, there was an ox cart in the middle of the road, and several cloth clothes and Miao people were helping to push the wheels out of the pit.

A middle-aged man with a bloated figure and a lot of wealth rode on an ox cart, spurring the ox while spitting on the stars, urging loudly:

"Hurry up, if you can't push it out again, I won't give you money!"