Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 1196

Chapter 130 Three Good People Don't Live Long
"Master, do we still want to go?" The strong man asked solemnly.

Zhao Feng just glanced at him and knew that he was worried.

"Go, why not go, this is the best chance to get close to the Tan family."

"Then I will send a few more people to follow. In case of accidents, there will be someone to take care of me." The strong man is still a little worried. Now there are only two people left in the Zhao family lineage, and Master Zhao Long is now practicing in Daming Temple , Zhao Feng is the only one who can support the Zhao family.

"It doesn't take that much, just three good players."

The lazy young man is not worried, considering his current state, if he wants to escape, unless the opponent is a hero, there is no way to stop him.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the strong man to refute, he went back to the house and went to meditate and practice.

……

It was not only Zhao Feng who received the invitation, but also some other forces, such as the Escort Bureau, or the chamber of commerce that has been operating here all year round, or some second-rate and third-rate sects, and of course family forces. Among them, some of them appeared in Yinren Village Yunxi Helian's family once.

Ever since Helian Haixin lost his mind to everyone, the Helian family has been in a slump ever since, and there is even a faint trend of falling out of the second-rate family.

He Lianjing held the invitation in his hand, and his palms trembled slightly. Unlike in the past, now his temples are graying, wrinkles have increased obviously, and he looks more like an old man than before.

Since the destruction of Yinren Town, the Helian family has not been summoned by the court for several years, and even the Tan family has had little contact with him. Naturally, He Lianjing knew the reason, it was nothing more than weak power, neither a martial arts genius nor strong guards, so it would be good if he could keep his status as a second-rate family.

"Housekeeper, did you see where Hai Xin went?"

"Master, the young master has been retreating in the mansion for the past few days, and has never gone out." But after finishing speaking, the housekeeper asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to call the young master?"

After listening to the steward's words, He Lianjing's face was heavy. Since he came back from investigating the annexation of Tiexin Village by Yinren Village, Helian Haixin has almost stopped participating in the Tan Family's Yingjie Club. He spent all day in the room except reading and practicing. Even his father rarely sees each other.

"Forget it, I won't bring him this time."

"Yes."

……

In Qiushan Town, Yunxi County, dozens of Qingjia soldiers swaggered through the town in several carriages, and the people on both sides of the street were no strangers to this. Every autumn, this group of people would go to the village to expropriate Grains, just a little bit earlier this year.

"Hurry up, get out of the way for me!"

The leader, Shi Chang, held a long black whip in his hand, and kept whipping the crowded crowd. Some elderly people would inevitably be whipped because of their bad legs and feet, and they would be whipped if they ran slowly. Those who fainted and dodged to the sides were fine, but those who stood in the middle of the street were directly trampled by the fierce horse and died on the spot.

You know, these fierce horses are equipped with horseshoes, and they will either die or be injured with this kick.

Seeing the mighty carriage drifting away, the ordinary people sighed one after another, and then passed on to each other whose younger generation was injured and whose father died. The remaining blood on the ground will be cleaned up in front of the house.

The clerks of the two taverns poured a large basin of muddy well water on the ground, trying their best to wash away the blood that hadn't dried up on the street.

The younger waiter has been in the tavern for four or five years. The days are not long or short, but every time he sees such a scene, he always gets angry:

"Bah, this shitty life is really getting worse every year."

Hearing this, the older one's face turned pale immediately, and he quickly whispered:

"Shh~, keep your voice down, don't let those people hear you, or you'll lose your head."

"What are you afraid of? I'm dead, and I'll be a hero again after 18 years!" Obviously, the young waiter had been dazzled by his anger.

At this time, the older one stretched his neck and looked around. Seeing that the Qingjia soldiers made such a fuss on the street, everyone didn't want to stay there anymore, so they went back to the house one after another. Fortunately, no one noticed this, but then he turned his head to look at the young Xiao Er, and cursed:
"You are not afraid of anything, but what about the rest of our tavern? Don't forget that if the shopkeeper didn't take you in because of your pity, and gave you a job, you would have been hungry for a long time." died!"

The young Xiao Er was originally furious, but now that he was scolded by the other party, he suddenly came to his senses. He openly insulted the court here, but he had to sit down.

"Well, if it wasn't for the severe drought that year, my family wouldn't be unable to pay the food tax, and I wouldn't be reduced to this level..."

The older Xiao Er naturally understood the suffering of the other party, and he was the same back then. If it weren't for the friendship between his parents and the shopkeeper of the tavern, he would have starved to death on the street now. Thinking about it, he who was used to seeing this scene thought that He would be more honest, but in the end he couldn't help but curse:
"Hey, God is really blind. Good people don't live long, and evil will last for thousands of years!"

"You two, what are you doing there? Hurry up and greet the guests when you're done." In the tavern, the middle-aged man holding the account book was yelling at the two people on the street.

After hearing this, the older Xiao Er calmed down his emotions. He wiped the slightly crystal clear tears from the corners of his eyes, turned around with a big water basin in his hand and said:
"Okay, here we come!"

But the young waiter didn't say anything, just followed silently and entered the tavern...

Outside Qinghong Village, the group of Qingjia soldiers drove to the village in a carriage. It was noon at this time, and the men in the village who were harvesting wheat ears in the farmland had not returned yet, only some old and weak women and children were at home.

The leader Shi Chang put away his long whip and kicked the door of Li Shi's house open.

With a sound of "Boom", the old man who was sleeping in the house was startled, and then he put on his clothes cursingly, and was about to go out to see who was making trouble.

"Who is so short-sighted and dares to kick Lao Tzu's door?!"

However, as soon as the old man went out, he saw Shi Chang in green armor. At this time, Shi Chang was looking at him indifferently. Obviously, his words just now were heard by the man in front of him. The old man was so frightened that he quickly knelt down. On the ground, he gave himself a slap by the way, and said in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, gentlemen. I thought someone's naughty children were making trouble in front of the door. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I...I kowtow to you, please forgive me .”

(End of this chapter)