Plane Mall: I became a group favorite by hoarding goods

Chapter 68

Shen Xingluo looked at her with black eyes, asking for advice, "Smelting iron needs charcoal, only our family has it in the village, and my wife needs to nod on this matter."

Cheng Xi was stunned, "Don't you know where the charcoal is? Keep it for our own use, and let the patrols move the rest."

"it is good."

There was a smile in Shen Xingluo's eyes.

Cheng Xi glanced away uncomfortably, and the tips of his ears gradually turned red.

Invisible seduction is the deadliest.

What's more deadly is that someone doesn't seem to know how deep his eyes are.

Cheng Xi changed the subject, "Why didn't I see Scarface and them, didn't they arrange together?"

"They were taken up by Uncle Zheng Shan to cut down trees."

Although both parties were bandits, and there was only a two or three-day time difference when they came to Shenjia Village, their moods were completely different.

Now that the scarred face has been rehabilitated, it is docile. Seeing the Shen family couple is like a mouse seeing a cat, and they don't take a breath once.

But the latecomers headed by Zhuang Kun are different.

I was still holding my breath.

Cheng Xi was completely convinced when he heard the words.

"You guys really make the most of everything."

Originally, the work of cutting down trees belonged to the patrol team, and every time I came down from the mountain, I was exhausted, haha, it was a labor-intensive job.

Now they are handed over to the eight Scarfaces, and all the villagers are relieved.

Isn't it easy to be a supervisor?

Only the world where bandits are harmed is achieved.

"Whose idea was this?"

"mine."

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Sure enough, there are [-] minds.

Cheng Xi coughed lightly, "I think my husband can chat with the third master."

When encountering such a monstrous evildoer who can kill people without paying for their lives, even bandit think tanks have to bow down, right?

Maybe they have been completely tamed.

When the two were talking, a group of people came down from the mountain, and the leader was Zheng Shan. He was holding a whip that he found somewhere, and he looked very imposing.

And behind him were eight loveless bandits, who not only had to endure the whips that fell from time to time, but also carried logs thicker than their waists.

At the end of the line, Lian Hu was holding a rabbit that had been shot through by an arrow.

The impact of this scene is really a bit big.

Cheng Xi twitched the corner of his mouth silently.

So Shenjia Village is the real den of bandits.
***
Shen Xingluo really went to chat with the third master.

In the small wooden house, there is only one table and chair standing on one side, and in front of the table is a rather strange set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Zhuang Kun slumped at the corner of the wooden house and glanced at it without paying attention, and put more energy on the man.

Shen Xingluo was grinding ink.

The slender fingers pinched the ink ingot and slowly turned it around, adding a little water to the inkstone to smudge small pieces of ink.

Neither of them spoke, and it seemed that a game called "whoever speaks first loses" had started the moment they entered the wooden house.

Silence, still silence.

Zhuang Kun, who was staring at the ink ingot circling, was almost fainted. His body, which had been exhausted from moving stones for a long time, was "overwhelmed", and his stomach was writhing violently.

"I heard the villagers call you Jurengong?"

He stared at the scar full of malice, "It doesn't feel good to have a ruined future. It's a pity that the only way forward is completely blocked when you have nothing to do with serving the country."

Zhuang Kun knew the truth of killing and punishing one's heart, so he decisively threw out his trump card.

However, the other party was unmoved.

"Is this why you became a bandit?"

Shen Xingluo's attention was still on grinding the ink, his movements were not too fast or slow, and he was not affected by it.

"Zhuang Kun, a native of Hufeng Township, Lin'an Prefecture, Jingyou was deprived of the honor of juren due to cheating in scientific examinations in 16 years, and he was banned from official positions for life."

A deep and steady voice sounded slowly, but the content caused the parties in the corner to stir up turmoil in their hearts.

Zhuang Kun stood up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot with excitement.

"who are you?"

"How do you know about me!"

Zhuang Kun has never mentioned the past to anyone since he became a bandit. Even the second leader and second leader in the village don't know about these things.

He thought that the first half of his life would be taken into a coffin, but he never expected that there would be a day when someone would uncover his scars.
How would he know?
This young man is definitely more than just a disfigured scholar in the village!
It is now 22 years since Jingyou was convicted of cheating in scientific examinations six years ago.

How old was he six years ago?

But a child!

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are doing for."

Shen Xingluo saw that the ink had been fully polished, and put it down gently, "As the third head of Qingshan Village, you have done a lot for Zhou Lesong these years, right?"

Zhou Lesong, the name taboo of the magistrate of Lin'an Prefecture, the father of Zhou Xuzhi.

When Zhuang Kun heard the name, his pupils shrank slightly, and the figure that had straightened up due to excitement slowly fell back to the original place, and the excited expression was gone.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"No, you know very well."

Shen Xingluo got up, every step seemed to be stepping on the heart of the other party.

"In the 16th year of Jingyou, Zhou Lesong met you who was penniless and expelled from the family on the way to become the magistrate, and became a confidant."

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"Later, when I learned that you were a bandit, I asked you to work for him."

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"He provided information about passing merchants or officials, and with the help of Qingshanzhai, he removed many people who were an eyesore."

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"Do you think this is the whole truth?"

what?
This time Zhuang Kun didn't keep silent anymore, he raised his head and looked straight at him, with a little confusion in his red eyes.

Shen Xingluo looked mockingly, "Do you know the relationship between Zhou Lesong and Prime Minister Zhou in the capital?"

". I don't know."

"Zhou Lesong is from Prime Minister Zhou's concubine, and he has been taking care of him since he entered and left the officialdom."

"It's just your side of the word."

"Lin'an Mansion is an important city in the Great Yan Dynasty. You must be very clear about this. Zhou Lesong has stayed in such an important place for six years. If there is no one in the officialdom, will he do well?"

Zhuang Kun shrank his limbs subconsciously, "So what? I don't know them, so what do I have to do with them?"

"Prime Minister Zhou's disciples are all over the world, and most of the officials in the court are favored by him, and this favor"

Shen Xingluo paused, "Examination questions from previous scientific examinations."

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"Six years ago, someone found cheating in the scientific examination and wanted to find out who was behind it. However, you and a few other students, who were expected to take the imperial examination, became scapegoats."

Zhuang Kun felt cold all over his body!

"Zhou Lesong was on the way out at the time, and recognized you on the way. He originally wanted to lead you into Qingshan village to kill people with a knife, but unexpectedly, you stayed in the village with your extraordinary talents."

Zhuang Kun suddenly felt that all the strength in his body left him in an instant.

Yes.

That day the nobleman gave him five taels of silver, and "kindly" pointed him a way to go south.

Although he is from Lin'an Mansion, he only knew how to read when he was young, how did he know the dangerous place where bandits run rampant?
Memories of the past six years flooded my mind, and many things can be traced.
He's not a fool, he just didn't think about it because of repaying his kindness.

What about now?
Zhuang Kun only felt the darkness in front of his eyes.

"You, how do you know?"

Who is this man?

And why live in a small village?

Is he really just a scholar who just passed the provincial examination?

Shen Xingluo didn't answer, and stepped out of the wooden house with his right foot.

"Write it down, you should still remember the ghosts who died in vain under the sword of Qingshanzhai."

There was a long silence in the cabin.

Finally, there was a rustling sound from the corner, and a pair of trembling hands picked up the pen and paper on the table.

　Anti-kill, get!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)