Chapter 295 Zhao Duan: I think you will be fined if you are toasting or not.
Is this it?
Xu Junling's eyes were surprised, and he touched it immediately, and realized that the mining class member who submitted the report letter had the surname "Song".
In local areas, clans with the same surname often gather together.
Song Tiju thought that he was related to this small local aristocratic family. Well, this could also explain why he entrusted the "evidence backup" to others.
"Let's go." Zhao Duan didn't say much, clapped his hands and turned back to the carriage.
Xu Junling's master and servants followed immediately. Before setting off, Zhao Duan had reached a gentleman's agreement with her:
If you want to investigate the case together, you can, but you must follow Zhao Duan's orders, with him as the leader.
At this moment, a group of outsiders were blown by the mountain wind and walked along the rugged country road around the edge of the "Taicang Silver Mine" without entering.
Zhao Duan has no interest in the mine.
What's more, there are people from the government guarding down there. He paid a private visit incognito and didn't want to attract attention in advance.
Instead, he remembered what Lu Qingfeng said about the water accumulation in the mine on rainy days.
Maybe after returning to Beijing, you can find Gongshu Tianyuan and get an ancient version of a water pump.
But this was just a passing thought and was forgotten.
However, Zhao Duan tried his best to keep a low profile, but after they left, there were still people outside the silver mine. The men carrying the stones raised their heads and whispered to each other.
Immediately, one person dropped his burden, took off his straw sandals, and ran towards the distance.
Prepare to report news about "suspicious outsiders" to the foreman in exchange for reward money - it is said that this is an order issued by the county magistrate.
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The person Zhao Duan is looking for is Song Juren from Taicang County, who is also the current clan leader of the Linfeng Song clan.
Songjiazhuang is where the Song clan lives. Although it is located in the countryside, it is surrounded by mountains and rivers and looks like a small town.
The roads outside Zhuangzi are all smooth and paved with stones.
Looking from a distance, there are a series of buildings that have a slight Jiangnan style.
They are all white walls and black tiles, and there are even a few two-story small buildings erected scatteredly from the ground. The houses on the land look like they are flat.
When the group arrived outside Zhuangzi, they simply got out of the car and walked.
Lu Qingfeng, an old man in plain robes, walked beside Zhao Duan and led the way, with a sigh on his face:
"After more than ten years of separation, this place is even better than before."
Zhao Duan put his hands behind his back and said leisurely:
"The people here seem to be much richer than elsewhere."
Xu Junling pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "It is adjacent to the silver mine. Even if you are not greedy or robbing and just do some convenient things, you will not be poor. Not to mention other things, this Zhuangzi is clean and tidy, even if it is placed in Huaihe The waterway is also considered above average.
I... Miss, I kind of understand why the owner of the Song family dared to retain Master Lu as the coach of the village. I guess he was not short of money. "
The public security at the grassroots level in Dayu is poor, and it would be good if the subordinate officials do not bring harm to the countryside.
Not to mention that there are no strong men and bandits who can't be cut off. Therefore, even if a rural family is educated, they will raise money to support some warriors in order to protect themselves.
They usually invite these people to teach martial arts to young and strong men in the entire family.
With the financial resources of Songjiazhuang, it is not surprising that some masters of martial arts and even practitioners are invited to take charge.
Lu Qingfeng smiled and said nothing, as if he acquiesced.
At this time, as the group of people approached, some people near Zhuangzi had attracted the attention, but they all stood warily looking from a distance and did not come forward.
On the contrary, there was an open space in the middle of the village, separated by a fence planted with morning glories and autumn chrysanthemums. There were sounds of frolics in all directions.
Zhao Duan thought about asking for directions, so he walked closer.
Unexpectedly, behind the fence, a huge sepak takraw ball flew out high with a "wu" sound and hit everyone.
"Bang." Zhao Duan spread his fingers and raised his hand to catch the sepak takraw ball in his hand. He was slightly surprised and realized that someone was playing Cuju.
"Ah, it flew out again!"
"Brother Xiaowu, you are like this again..."
"Haha, who told me to learn kung fu well and have strong legs? Just pick it up."
There was a burst of laughter from within the fence, which was taller than a person.
Then, the ajar fence door burst open, and a muscular young man about seventeen or eighteen years old ran out.
He was wearing a short shirt, with jade embedded in his belt, and his hair was tied up randomly.
Looking around, he saw a group of people outside with frivolous expressions and was obviously stunned for a moment.
Xu Junling's eyes were instinctively attracted, and he swallowed secretly, his eyes bright.
Immediately, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Duan dressed as a wealthy man next to him, and the sepak takraw ball in his hand.
"Where did this beautiful sister come from? She actually picked up my ball?"
The muscular young man smiled playfully and only stared at Xu Junlingdao.
Attracted by the sound, another twenty young men swarmed out of the fence.
They were all in their teens or twenties, staring at this group of strangers in surprise.
Xu Junling looked natural, without the timidity of ordinary women at all. She pursed her lips and smiled: "She has a sweet mouth, but I am not the one who picked up the ball."
As he spoke, he cast his gaze to the side.
Zhao Duan smiled and said:
"I almost hit someone with the ball. It's just that I don't know the etiquette of apologizing, but I admitted the wrong person... Haha, that's fine. That young man, I'll look for Song Juren later. You How about I show you the way to which house it is and I can return the takraw ball to you?"
Looking for the Master of Juren?
The disciples were not surprised that many people came to visit the clan elder.
The burly young man known as "Little Fifth Brother" glanced at him. He seemed to think that the man and woman in front of him were a couple. He couldn't help but look slightly cold, and he didn't talk to each other at all. Still smiling playfully, he said to Xu Junling:
"Where does this sister come from? What business do you have with my uncle? Are you here to visit me?"
Xu Junling smiled and gave Zhao Duan a sullen look, as if to say:
Look, they don't pay attention to you at all. Our King of Hell, Zhao, has no face left after leaving the capital. ...Look at this princess.
The princess wins.
She smiled sweetly, elegantly and gently:
"I have something to do and come to visit Song Juren. I would like to ask this young master to lead the way."
Zhao Duan glanced at her in surprise. This scheming little princess even deliberately pinched her throat!
Is it fun to tease young people from home?
The burly young man had a smile on his face, rolled his eyes again, and said with a smile:
"Sister, of course it's okay to ask. It's just that the village does not accept idlers. Also, I don't like this person. He is waiting outside and has to return the sepak takraw ball to me... By the way, he has to ask me Apologize."
The young man raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Duan, looking proud.
Among the group of Cuju teenagers behind him, one of the older ones frowned slightly and wanted to speak, but the others spoke first:
"That's right! Not for men!"
"Fifth brother said it's good, women can enter the village, but men can't!"
"Give the ball back!"
Amidst the noise, the old man in plain robes, Lu Qingfeng, felt his heart pounding and thought to himself that it was not good.
The burly man with a sword on his waist and the ordinary-looking sword-bearing female warrior in her thirties all turned to look at "King Zhao Hell" in unison, showing a bit of caution in their expressions:
"Son..."
In the shouts of the domineering young man of the banker.
Zhao Duan's eyes slowly narrowed, and the faint smile on his face became brighter. He said softly: "Apologise?"
He studied martial arts with the gun-and-stick instructor in Zhuangzi, and his strength far surpassed that of his peers. The strong young man thought he was a martial arts genius and was used to being domineering. Seeing that this young man just smiled, he couldn't help but become more arrogant:
"That's right, don't pretend that I didn't hear it. You said that I don't understand etiquette..."
"That's it," Zhao Duan said, smiling as he stretched out his right hand holding the sepak takraw ball:
"In that case, it's your turn."
This is more or less... I'm a coward... With just a few servants like you, I wouldn't dare to act wild in Zhuangzi...
The muscular young man raised his head proudly and took a step forward. Just as he was about to catch it, he suddenly saw the young man turning his wrist and pressing the sepak takraw ball directly towards his chest.
"Bang!"
The next second, under the horrified eyes of everyone, the young man was dribbling the ball, as if he was hit by a galloping horse.
With a scream, his body flew into the air, bowing like a shrimp in mid-air, his face twisted in pain, and he spit out filth.
The whole person was like a torn sack, printed on the tall fence with a bang.
"ah!!"
The takraw ball also collapsed and exploded under the force of the palm, and the shattered fragments were like bullets. The group of Cuju boys who were hit were running away with their heads in their hands, screaming in pain.
In the blink of an eye, like straw, he fell to the ground, looking at this group of strangers with horrified eyes, where was the laughter?
Zhao Duan struck out with a palm, suddenly grabbed it from the air, and used the "Galaxy Upside Down" in reverse, and a strong suction force suddenly spurted out from his palm.
He pulled the young "Little Fifth Brother" back from the air, grabbed his neck with his hands, and lifted him in the air lightly.
"What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."
Zhao Duan looked innocent.
"Chuck...cluck..."
The muscular young man was carrying it in the air like a chicken, his legs were kicking wildly, his face was as red as blood, his eyes were frightened, and he was speechless. He rolled his eyes and asked his "gentle sister" for help.
However, Xu Junling, who was elegant in manners and looked like a lady, was smiling, but he didn't feel any sympathy at all.
"Killing!"
"Go call someone quickly!"
"Please thank Master for coming, saying that a thief has broken in!"
The young men who fell to the ground ran away in fear, shouting and running towards the village.
"Sir, these people..."
Wearing an iron arm guard, the big man who had threatened to challenge Zhao Duan that day had a ruthless look on his face, bowed humbly, and gave him a look to tell him whether he wanted to stop him.
"No need. You don't have to drink wine as a penalty for toasting. It's easier to find someone this way."
Zhao Duan casually threw the nearly suffocated boy to the ground and sighed softly:
"I have a kind heart, and today I will teach Song Juren how to discipline the children of the clan."
Everyone looked at each other.
The sturdy young man who was thrown to the ground coughed violently. Just as he was about to get up, he was stepped on the mud by the man with the knife. He said in wonder: "Master Lu, you have seen that Song Juren back then, right?" , are you also so ignorant?"
Lu Qingfeng stroked his beard and recalled with his eyes: "We met once, but we didn't have many interactions. The person who asked me to stay was the previous owner of the Song Family Village, but the Zhuangzi is really famous for this person.
Haha, but it's not because of any fame, but because this person once followed Mr. Zhengyang to cultivate himself, and always called himself a disciple of Zhengyang sect. "
"Mr. Zhengyang?"
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows, feeling that it sounded familiar. He might have heard it before.
Xu Junling explained:
"This man is the number one hermit in Dayu. When the Xiuwen Museum was first opened, as far as I know, the imperial court sent someone to invite Mr. Zhengyang to come out, but he was declined."
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(End of this chapter)