Chapter 70 Sanshui Village
Fu Qingzhou and Tang Jiao followed the muddy path around the farmland and soon arrived at the nearest small village.
There is a big stone at the entrance of the village with the word "Sanshui" written on it. I thought this village would be called Sanshui Village.
As for the reason, it’s easy to guess... In ancient times, the naming of this kind of village was very simple and crude. This village is surrounded by water on three sides. Although they are just small streams spreading from the nearby mountains, it is precisely these The stream irrigates large areas of farmland and supports the livelihood of a village.
When Fu Qingzhou and the others arrived at the entrance of the village, the sunset had gradually set over the mountains and night was approaching. Smoke was rising from every house, and several old men were sitting at the entrance of the village.
Seeing the two of them, the eyes of the old men were obviously wary.
Fu Qingzhou knew at a glance that they regarded the two of them as bandit spies...
"Several old men."
He was the first to step forward and hug him. Quan: "Excuse me, I was introduced by the headman of the nearby Luotie Town. I heard that you are offering rewards for people to deal with bandits?" .
Sure enough, hearing him announce his identity like this, the eyes of the old farmers lit up.
But soon, one of them said hoarsely: "This... young hero, our village is small, but we can't give out much money."
Fu Qingzhou felt relieved after hearing this. , there is indeed a reward!
He smiled: "I wonder how many bandits there are, how capable they are, and how much is the reward we are offering?"
"Go find the village chief."
Another old farmer waved his hand and pointed: "Well, this is the village chief's house. He keeps five pigs. I found them as soon as I looked for them."
After thanking these old farmers, Fu Qingzhou and Tang Jiao Rush to the village chief's house immediately.
But before he got close to the house, he heard the noise inside.
"Dad, we can't wait any longer!"
This is the voice of a young man: "Those bandits will come tomorrow if they don't come today. We have to find a way!"< br>
"Is there any way?" An old man responded with a sad voice: "We don't even have a ghost in this poor village, how can anyone help us fight the bandits?"
"If not, go out and look for it! "
The young man said bitterly: "I heard all about it yesterday when I went to the market in Shangluotie Town. They had a lot of people coming from the rivers and lakes in the past few days and captured many big thieves to receive rewards. Let's spend more." How can we hire someone with just a little money?"
"Alas..." the old man sighed: "In this village, everyone from the east to the west can only raise three taels of silver, so how can we hire someone? Do you have to touch those heroes?"
Hearing this, Tang Jiao raised her head and glanced at Fu Qingzhou with some embarrassment.
Fu Qingzhou also scratched his head.
Three taels of broken silver?
That's indeed a little little...
If nothing else, they had asked about the price of the Luotie Town Inn before. Just staying there for one night would cost three hundred pence. , plus eating and changing clothes... Tang Jiao's shoes were worn out along the way and had to be changed.
When Fu Qingzhou was escaping from pursuit before, he also suffered a lot of injuries, especially those caused by Li Jingzhe's long knife. Although there was no weird bone-piercing pain like before, But these injuries never healed. He suspected that they were caused by some special martial arts. I was afraid that he would have to see a doctor and prescribe medicine.
Calculating these expenses casually, a few taels of silver will not be enough to cover it.
But with just a flash of thought, Fu Qingzhou had an idea in his mind.
He laughed: "Don't worry, leave it to me, big brother."
After that, he stepped forward and knocked on the door of the village chief's house.
The door opened quickly, and a weather-beaten, dark-faced man in his twenties or thirties peeked out from the crack of the door. He looked like a farmer who had been farming since he was a child.
"Who are you?"
He frowned warily.
Fu Qingzhou cupped his hands and repeated the speech introduced by the Luotie Town police officer.
When the man heard this, his face suddenly became happy. He turned around and shouted into the house: "Dad! Someone has come to kill the bandits for us!"
"Alas..."
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The village chief in the room still sighed, and then slowly walked out.
The village chief obviously looked like an old farmer, and his body was still stained with mud. He probably had just come out of the field not long ago. He had a sad look on his face: "You two young heroes, our village can't make much money."< br>
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "I was listening outside the house just now, three taels of silver."
"Yes, only three taels."
The man wondered: "Could it be that Would you be willing to kill bandits for us for a few taels of silver? ”
Fu Qingzhou laughed again: "I have a better way."
As he said that, he glanced into the room: "How about we go in and talk?" "Oh, please come in, please come in!" The man He quickly welcomed the two people in.
Along the way, Tang Jiao's legs and feet started to feel sore, and she immediately found a wooden bench to sit down on. Fu Qingzhou simply looked around the room...
Indeed. Very poor, very broken.
Even though this was the village chief's home, it was just a shabby earthen house. There was only a tiny oil lamp in the whole house, and the light was dim, not even as bright as the fading sunset outside.
On the table lies tonight's dinner for the father and son - two bowls of overcooked gruel.
"That's what I think."
Fu Qingzhou said straight to the point: "I don't need these three taels of silver. You can use this money to get me a better iron-tied bow and match it." Get some good arrows—well, and get an iron sword.”
“After killing the bandits, of course the property in their village will be returned to you...but I will take 30% of it.”
He smiled and said, "Well, do the work first and get the money later, isn't it reasonable?"
Both the village chief and his son's eyes were full of joy!
"It's reasonable! It's reasonable!" The old village chief nodded tremblingly.
Tang Jiao also chuckled at the side: "Brother is so awesome, I can't even think of such a way."
The man stood up suddenly and held Fu Qingzhou's hand: "Young Master Chivalrous! But..."
He quickly calmed down again, looked at Fu Qingzhou and then at Tang Jiao: "There are dozens of bandits, can you two do it?"
His emotional intelligence was obviously not high, so he asked It wasn't very nice, but Fu Qingzhou didn't mind.
“That’s exactly what I want to ask.”
He patted the man on the shoulder: “Do you know the specific number and strength of their bandits?”
"Maybe they know something." The man mused: "They have come to grab grain every autumn harvest in the past few years. Each time, there are more than thirty people coming, and maybe... five or six horses?"
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"The one who takes the lead is their king. The bandits call him 'Panshan Dragon', and he wields a big axe."
Fu Qingzhou nodded slightly.
Thirty people and five or six horses, this lineup can be handled by myself.
Get some poisonous weeds on the mountain and temper the arrowheads using the old method in Bailu Mountain. Killing people will be much easier.
And there must be very few of these bandits who can develop martial arts skills. They just don’t know how powerful the Panshan Dragon in the lead is.
But the bandits are so small in scale and can only harass small villages, so they won't be much stronger even if they think about it.
“I understand.”
He smiled slightly: “I can handle it.”
The man was startled at first, and then he was ecstatic: “Really?!”
"Yes." Fu Qingzhou nodded: "But tonight we brothers and sisters have to stay in your village for one night, and the iron bow and sword..."
"I'm going to Luotie Town now!"
The man hurriedly got into the back room: "Dad, where is the money?"
The old village chief stood up hurriedly and went to help find it. Money, the noise of father and son soon started to sound in the house. The man began to ask his father to get some food for the two of them, and the village chief began to consider whether to kill a chicken in the backyard...
Fu Qingzhou was at the same place. Listened and smiled.
The villagers here are still simple and honest.
None of them thought...if they took the iron bow and walked away, what would they do?
That was only three taels of silver that their village had finally collected.
But fortunately, I am not that kind of person.
“Let’s take a rest.”
Fu Qingzhou said to Tang Jiao: “When the weapons are ready, let’s kill the enemy together.”
Tang Jiao's eyes widened: "Am I going too?"
"Go, why not go." Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "You are also a martial artist who has opened the martial arts. Since you want to help me, then help me." Kill some people."
Tang Jiao became visibly nervous.
It was then that she realized that the sword Fu Qingzhou wanted was for herself.
But she quickly bit her lip and calmed down, and nodded vigorously: "Okay! I also learned some swordsmanship in Beijing before... I can help big brother!"
"It's okay, I'll teach you another set of swordsmanship."
Fu Qingzhou winked: "That's the swordsmanship of the young leader of the Wulin League."
(End of this chapter)