I have a long pupil

Chapter 10

"Ten taels, five taels, three coins..."

By candlelight, Zhang Biao was counting money.

After a long time, even the copper plates in the corners were turned over before he rubbed his face, feeling a little dizzy.

"A total of 320 taels..."

320 taels, less or less.

Nowadays, the price of goods in Yujing City is one tael of silver, which can buy a hundred buckets of rice and eighty catties of beef.

The county magistrate's annual salary is only 30 taels, which is an astronomical figure for ordinary people.

But it is far from enough for cultivation.

A serving of Bazhen Qi and Blood Soup, including tiger bones, costs about ten taels.

Save it, it can be used for three days.

The Zhang family's savings are not enough for a hundred days.

Not sure if there were any accidents.

The cost is staggering.

But if you don't stand up to thousands of miles of waves, where can you get ten thousand catties of fish, as long as you succeed in cultivation, no matter how high the price is, it is worth it.

It has only been less than a month since the Black Sun and Blood Moon appeared, and there are already many strange things, such as Guitou Liu, Yi Chonghui, Shashengjiao...

One is more difficult than the other.

Of course, these things are not his turn.

The most benevolent place in the capital, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, I don't know how many high-level people are hiding.

With his skills, he is only in the upper middle of the six doors, and his position is low, so he has little right to speak.

Find an opportunity to let the wind out, and let the tall and strong to resist.

But there are signs of chaos, and there are ghosts, spirit world... These completely unknown existences, who knows if he will encounter them.

It must be strengthened as soon as possible.

The "Three Yang Classics" is just a method of refining Qi. It is not known how long it will take to cultivate the true fire of the Three Yangs.

The enchanted magic mirror is easy to use, but it has been damaged, its power has been greatly reduced, and it only targets living creatures.

This object comes from the "Snake Temple", where most of them are related to monks, and Yi Chong will not hesitate to kill people to silence them.

I don't know if there are other magic weapons hidden there.

Tuwan Village on the outskirts of the city…

Zhang Biao suddenly remembered that Grandma Wu happened to live in Tuwan Village.

The date of Xiao San's execution has been set, and he will leave tomorrow, passing a letter along the way...

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The next day, the sky was covered with lead clouds.

Yujing City is located on the ancient vast plain, with fertile land, and the four canals of Yongding, Qinglong, Surabaya and Taihe are comprehensively intertwined and nourished.

The land is fertile and the natural population is large, forming large and small villages, like stars surrounding Kyoto.

Five miles outside the west gate of Yujing City, there is a large mule and horse market, where many caravans traveling from south to north gathered to camp.

On the one hand, it can save rental costs, on the other hand, it can trade with each other, and even hire dart teams.

"Boss, just this horse..."

Zhang Biao wore a dark black military robe, covered his face with a bamboo hat, and comforted a big bay red horse.

According to this, the capital of Tuwan Village is tens of miles away. It takes time to walk, and it takes a long time to wait for a horse-drawn carriage.

In his capacity, if he shows his six-door waist card, he can naturally use the post station army horse.

But he was resting, he had no official business, and he didn't want to be known, so he came to rent a horse.

It costs only a hundred dollars to rent a pommel horse.

After putting down the deposit of ten taels, Zhang Biao whipped his horse, left Luoma City, and headed southwest.

He followed his father to practice martial arts since he was a child, and he was not considered top-notch in bow and horse, but he was proficient in it.

Holding the rein in his left hand and the whip in his right, he followed the horse's back up and down, and in a blink of an eye he was several miles away...

What Zhang Biao didn't notice was that as soon as he rode away, several people in the mule and horse market raised their heads.

"It's the one with the surname Zhang from Six Doors!"

"Big...Brother, that's in the direction of Tuwan Village, will he find out..."

"What are you panicking about? Everyone is on fire. As long as you don't talk too much, this matter will go unnoticed."

"I got an errand, and I'm going to get rich soon. Let's go back and hide for a while, and start working after the wind blows, and then follow me to eat and drink, and it's not in vain, brother..."

"Thank you bro!"

"Listen to big brother!"

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The cold wind blows the withered grass, and the autumn is refreshing.

The sound of horseshoes left a stream of smoke and dust on the loess official road, and stopped before a fork in the road.

"Hululu!"

The bay red horse snorted, even though Zhang Biao was struggling to hold on to the reins, his hooves were restless and he backed away slowly.

Zhang Biao frowned and looked around vigilantly.

After riding the horse for more than half an hour, it was almost to Tuwan Village, but the horse was suddenly frightened and stopped moving forward.

The horse's spiritual sense is extraordinary, it must be aware of the danger.

But here is still above the official road, looking around, there are luxuriant grass beside the road, and rolling wheat waves in the distance, and no thieves who robbed the road were found.

What was it that startled the horse?

Zhang Biao bent down and stroked the horse's neck to comfort him, then activated his eyes of spiritual vision, and quickly got the information.

Prairie Horse (Van)
1. A horse breed from the grassland, with a red-coloured fur, strong adaptability, and widely distributed in various worlds.

2. The seven-year-old horse has passed its prime, its speed has slowed down, and its obedience is strong. It has served in the army and is an old horse that has gone through battles.

3. It was frightened…

What a waste!
Zhang Biao was speechless.

This is a smuggled army horse, he can naturally see that there are still marks of "horse branding" on the buttocks.

But there was no hint of what frightened him.

This is also the reason why he doesn't often use his spiritual eyes.

Ordinary things, often do not get useful information, and waste energy for nothing.

With his current ability, he still has to use it with caution.

hissing...

Suddenly, a big piebald snake cruised out of the grass, spitting out a letter at an extremely fast speed.

Clang!
The horizontal knife was unsheathed, and the cold light flashed.

The snake suddenly broke into two pieces, twisted crazily on the ground, and gradually became silent.

At the same time, the horse is no longer nervous.

"It turned out that the worm startled the horse."

Zhang Biao breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to ride his horse, crossing the fork and heading southwest.

Hundreds of meters away from the fork, there is a river, a branch of the Yongding Canal, which is used to irrigate farmland.

The autumn wind is bleak and the river is rippling.

shore,

The river overflows and recedes,
A pair of footprints slowly appeared...

…………

Tuwan Village, as its name suggests.

There used to be a big river here, but later the river was diverted, and the fertile riverbed was just used for farming. The river bend faces south, backed by hills, sheltering the wind and absorbing the air. Gradually, people gathered and settled down.

As soon as Zhang Biao entered the village, he found something strange.

It's busy farming season right now, but there are quite a few people gathered in the village, paper money is sprinkled on the ground, and a monk in tattered clothes is chanting scriptures.

dead?
His arrival attracted a lot of attention, and even someone stepped forward to question him.

Zhang Biao had other important matters and didn't bother to deal with them, so he directly showed his waist card, "Grandma Wu is here, the murderer is about to be executed in her case, I'll drop by to let you know."

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings were suddenly silent.

An old man walked out quickly, "This old man is Wu Chuan, the village official of Tuwan Village. Your Excellency, are you Zhang Butou of Six Doors?"

Zhang Biao frowned slightly, "How do you know my name?"

Cunzheng cupped his hands and said: "When Wu Wang was alive, he often said that you were upright and upright. Thanks to you, the great revenge was avenged."

"Grandma Wu passed away?!"

Zhang Biao was stunned, "When did it happen?"

"Just the night before."

Village Zheng shook his head and sighed, "Ever since that incident happened, Mrs. Wu has been in a trance, and sometimes even cooking a meal can turn cold."

"In the middle of the night before yesterday, I don't know why she got up to light the fire. She lit the firewood room and the stove. When the big guy found out, everyone was gone."

Zhang Biao's eyelids twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "Take me to see it!"

The villager did not dare to neglect, and immediately took him to a small farmyard in the east of the village.

Many people gathered around to watch the excitement, and the monk who was chanting sutra shrank his neck and hid in the crowd.

Zhang Biao glanced coldly, but ignored him.

This monk's scalp is still young, his clothes are tattered, and his face is yellow and thin. At first glance, he is a fake monk who deceived the people in the countryside, so there is no doubt about it.

All his attention was on the yard.

The firewood room is connected to the stove room, all of which are old earthen houses in the country, which have already collapsed at this time, leaving only a few charred wooden piles.

In the yard, various footprints were messy, and there was a lot of sludge, which was obviously caused by the people fighting the fire.

Zhang Biao frowned, "Where's the corpse?"

The villager was stunned, shook his head and said: "The body is all burnt, the old man paid some money, and buried it this morning, with old man Wu."

"Could it be that Chief Zhang wants to open the coffin for an autopsy?"

Zhang Biao was silent for a while, remembering that Grandma Wu was really in a trance at that time, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, just take Zhang to worship."

The cemetery is not far away, next to the field ridge.

Three simple tombstones with random names engraved on them.

The autumn wind blows, and the paper money is flying, making it even more bleak.

Village Zheng leaned on his crutches and sighed: "Old man Wu's family is honest and responsible. Last year, he told me that he wanted to sell charcoal to save money and marry his son a wife. I didn't expect to encounter such a disaster."

"Oh, you said this person, we can suffer so much..."

Zhang Biao was silent for a moment, then he offered incense, then clasped his fists and said: "Grandma Wu, Xiao San will be executed in a few days, Zhang will be there in person, and watch him for you, his head will fall to the ground!"

Liu Fan has been working as a servant for several years and has seen too many tragedies in the world. There is very little he can do. He only hopes that the wicked will subdue the law and comfort the souls of the dead.

After finishing speaking, he and Muramasa turned and left.

While walking, he pretended to ask casually: "Wu Cunzheng, I heard from Granny Wu that strange things happened in the back mountain?"

"Hey, it's all rumored by the ancestors, just because there are poisonous snakes in the back mountain, scaring the children so that they don't run around."

"Oh? Zhang is quite interested in this weird story. Muramasa might as well go into details."

"All right, all right, Catcher Zhang is a distinguished guest, the old man has prepared some thin wine, let's talk in detail..."

The two gradually walked away.

The autumn wind blows, and the fallen leaves float down.

Granny Wu's originally dry tombstone suddenly became gloomy and cold, and the water vapor gradually condensed.

water drops gather,

Slowly slide down the tombstone.

Like two lines of tears...

(End of this chapter)