Songshan County, Jiannan Road, there is a Wujia village in the east of the city, half of the people in the village are surnamed Wu, the largest rich family is outside, more than forty years old, named Wood, there are hundreds of acres of land, there is also an industry in the county, the family is big but the people are kind, often help the poor, in the nearby ten miles and eight townships have a good reputation, people give the nickname Wu Dashanren. There are thirty or fifty idlers in the family, and they dance and play with swords every day.

More than three months ago, there were four outsiders living in Wujia Village, renting the dilapidated small landlord Hu Ercai's Erjin courtyard, these four outsiders, said that they came to Songshan County to collect some mountain goods, to be transported to Yong'an City, their own family in Yong'an City has a shop selling mountain goods, specializing in the mountain goods business in the Jiannan area.

The four of them were led by a son-in-law, who called himself Yin Gongzi, with a handsome little scholar surnamed Li, an old housekeeper in his fifties surnamed Si, and a middle-aged man, Sun Daqi, who was very strong, was Yin Gongzi's cousin, and partnered with him to do business. The four of them lived in the courtyard of Hu Dacai's house, bought two maids and two servants, and lived here to put away mountain goods such as pine nuts and mushrooms.

The old housekeeper surnamed Si is very kind, and loves to play chess, but Wu Dashan also loves to play chess, both of them are stinky chess baskets, the two sides are equal, but they often praise each other. Wu Dashan praised the old man's chess skills, and the old man praised Wu Dashan's chess skills. Sun Daqi, who was watching the chess from the sidelines, sneered.

Yin Gongzi is arrogant, he doesn't like to talk to people, and when he doesn't go out to collect mountain goods, he is bored in the house to practice martial arts. Wu Dashan and Old Man Si became chess friends, and they walked around this courtyard when they had nothing to do, and every time they were accompanied by Old Man Si and Sun Daqi. However, Yin Gongzi and his cousin Sun Daqi don't seem to have a good relationship, and they often quarrel, and every time they are reconciled with the old housekeeper and the mud.

This day coincided with the first day of the new year, Yin Gongzi took the little scholar, the old housekeeper and his cousin Sun Daqi to leave Wujia Village on horseback and came to Zhangjiaji, thirty miles away, to collect mountain goods. There are many people selling mountain goods in Zhangjiaji, and these mountain people are pine nuts, mushrooms, medicinal herbs and other things picked from the Bushui Mountain ten miles away. Most of the mountain goods collected by Yin Gongzi are pine nuts and mushrooms, and only precious medicinal materials such as ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum are collected.

There is a small market in Zhangjiaji, the size of two acres of land, just next to the official road, which is spontaneously organized by the villagers to open up such a piece of land to do business, and the government does not interfere too much. In the bazaar, the crowd is crowded, people from ten miles and eight villages have rushed over, selling everything, poultry, meat and eggs, mountain goods and medicinal materials, daily necessities, rice, flour, grain and oil, vegetables and fruits, etc., it is really very lively.

Yin Gongzi, who had a face like a crown of jade, wore a long shirt and a square scarf today, and came to the market with the little scholar in his hand, followed closely by the old housekeeper and Sun Daqi. Usually Yin Gongzi loves to shake the folding fan, probably because in the autumn, the weather cooled down, so Yin Gongzi did not bring the folding fan out. Yin Gongzi looked at the things sold in the bazaar, collected some mushrooms and pine nuts, and came to an old farmer's stall, and stopped to look at the medicinal herbs.

The old farmer who sold medicinal herbs was wearing a black short coat, a cyan towel wrapped around his head, and a large cigarette pouch with an iron rod in his mouth, squatting behind the stall and smoking dry tobacco. Yin Gongzi came

In front of the old farmer's stall, he squatted down and took a look, and finally asked, "Old man, how much is this ginseng?"

The old farmer turned his head, glanced at Yin Gongzi, grinned at his missing front teeth, and raised his thumb and said: "Yo, Gongzi is a person who knows the goods at first glance, this mountain ginseng is at least more than a hundred years old, and it sells for thirty taels of silver!"

Yin Gongzi frowned, squatted down and looked at the old ginseng, and said in a very crisp voice: "Old man, it's just a hundred-year-old ginseng, not a thousand-year-old ginseng!

The old farmer who sold medicinal herbs was happy, and said in a leaky voice: "Childe, in these years, it is difficult to find a century-old mountain ginseng, and it is difficult to find a century-old ginseng when you travel all over the country." I only sell thirty taels of silver, old man, I am already very kind, if I change someone, I am afraid that I will not sell fifty taels!"

Yin Gongzi shook his head and stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and muttered in his mouth: "A hundred years of mountain ginseng, it is worth no more than thirty or fifty taels of silver, seeing that you are old, it is not easy to pick a ginseng, I bought it for twelve taels of silver!"

The old man who sold medicinal herbs took a big pouch of cigarettes, slowly spit out a smoke ring, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Son, this mountain ginseng can't be sold for twelve taels of silver! This mountain ginseng was snatched by the old man from the mouth of a silver snake, and it would be dead if it was replaced by ordinary people, but fortunately, the old man's family has ancestral medicine to treat snakes, and the old man was able to pick this mountain ginseng." Childe, look at your sincerity, the old man asked you to take five taels and twenty-five taels of silver!"

Yin Gongzi smiled dumbly, revealing two white little tiger teeth and said: "Uncle, you are coaxing me, how can a hundred-year-old ginseng be guarded by a silver krait? If you say that it is a thousand-year-old mountain ginseng, a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and a thousand-year-old soul rejuvenation grass, this son still believes him, a hundred-year-old ginseng is just a ginseng, and there will never be any poisonous insects and beasts guarding it!"

The two were arguing, there was a fast horse on the official road, the speed was very fast, today is the market, there are many people on the road, there is a six or seven-year-old child is about to pass, but the fast horse is like a whirlwind, about to hit the child. Everyone was frightened, if this collision, the child would definitely die, the child turned his face and saw this fast horse, and he was stunned and couldn't move.

Next to him, there was a scholar in his twenties, with a long shirt and a square scarf, who was walking with a book in his hand, shaking his head as he walked, thinking that he was talking about poetry. Suddenly, seeing that the child's life was on the line, he didn't have time to think about it, so he threw away the book in his hand and dragged the child away from under the horse's hooves. It's so dangerous, if this scholar is a little slower, this child will die under the horse's hooves.

Even so, the child was so frightened that his face was pale, and he couldn't speak. The fast horse was a martial artist in his thirties, with a long face, crane eyes, ape arms, wearing a black martial arts uniform, carrying a knife on his back, holding a horse whip in his hand, and his equestrian skills were also quite good, and at that moment he suddenly grabbed the horse, and the horse's front hooves stood up, and there was a long neigh. Na Wufu shouted, "Whose rabbit cub is this?

As he spoke, he wanted to whip the child, but the scholar stood up in front of the child and said in a loud voice: "This friend, the old and the old, the young and the young!

Besides, you shouldn't run so fast on the official road, if you hurt the child, wouldn't other people's parents want to go to court with you?"

The child was so frightened that he burst into tears and wept bitterly. On the edge of the market, a delicate-looking and plainly dressed little lady ran over in a panic, hugged the child, looked at the martial artist on horseback in horror, and murmured: "This uncle, it was the slave family who didn't take good care of the child for a while, delayed the uncle's journey, and hoped that the uncle would forgive the sins!"

Xie Na Shu and said: "Thank you for saving me, I went to buy food, and I didn't pay attention to the child's absence!"

Na Wufu just wanted to scold, but when he saw that it was a delicate little lady, half of his anger had already disappeared, and he just stared at the scholar and glared: "Poor sour, you said that the uncle shouldn't have ridden a horse so fast on the official road? Damn, isn't the official road used to run horses? Her children can't stand it, even if they trample to death, it's hers, what's the matter with you and uncle? Don't talk about a child, it's you, if the uncle dies, he will die!"

The scholar said angrily: "Nonsense! Human life is at stake, even the county magistrate and the county guard dare not say such a thing, what kind of person are you, you have such a big tone, and you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue! If you scare this child, I will go with you to the county government to theorize! In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, is there still a royal law? What is really unreasonable!"

Someone next to him recognized the martial artist, hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him, and pulled the scholar to walk back, "This Xianggong, forget it, don't say a word, anyway, he didn't step on the child, forget it! You don't know, this is the second son of the Qiu family's subordinates, called Qiu Zhilong, the Qiu family is a big family in our Songshan County, not something that we ordinary people can afford to provoke, hurry up and take a step back!"

The scholar said angrily: "I don't care if his surname is Qiu or Dan, is there still a king in the world? He rode a horse and galloped on the official road, almost hurt people and spoke wildly, bullying others, is this still worth it? Even if he sues the county master, he is also at fault, what am I afraid of him?"

There was also someone next to him who recognized this scholar, and hurriedly walked over and pulled him aside, and persuaded in a low voice: "Miao Xianggong, let's go, this is something we can't provoke, Qiu Zhilong, the second son of the enemy family, is the one nicknamed Xiaobawang, where can our Zhuang family afford to provoke him? Even if you are a talented minister, the county master will not beat you, but they are orphans and widows! You should also consider them!"

The scholar surnamed Miao was even more angry, "Do all the subordinates of a young brother have such majesty? If there is such a tyrant in Songshan County, can the common people still have a better life? No, I have to reason with him today!"

Qiu Zhilong was furious, waved the whip in his hand and hit the scholar surnamed Miao, the scholar surnamed Miao did not know martial arts, and the rescue of the child just now was purely an explosive force in distress, and his heart was pounding with fright after that. Seeing the whipping of the surname Qiu, how can he dodge?

said that it was too late, and suddenly a white tender hand suddenly stretched out next to him, grabbed Qiu Zhilong's whip, and laughed loudly: "This brother, it is better to settle the grievance than to tie the knot, it is better to look at the face of the younger brother, forget it, everyone take a step back, okay?"

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