Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

Shen Qing was not worried about Tian Xiaohu going to the Yamen to betray him.

To be honest, the yamen in the county are even more sinister than him.

If you can make a fortune, it's a fortune; if you can lose something, you'll lose something.

If you really can't avoid it, just make a profit and do it again. Anyway, you won't suffer a loss.

As for fairness and integrity, the yamen doesn't care at all.

As long as they can pay the full amount of taxes to the court on time every year and manage the top, they won't bother to care whether the people below are alive or dead.

If something goes wrong, the four major bosses will wipe their butts.

The imperial court of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not rule the world with reckless commoners like them.

In addition, the relationship in the village is also very delicate.

They like to stay together when nothing happens, but once they leave the village, they stick together very much.

When one person is in trouble, the whole village helps.

Anyone who makes a name for himself in the county is surrounded by family brothers or people from the same village.

Tian Xiaohu and he were from the same village. If he did such a "rebellious and unethical" thing, the conventions and customs here would teach him how to behave.

He is the only one left in his family, and there are no dignitaries in his clan. He has no connections in the county.

Tian Xiaohu is not a fool and knows how to choose.

There were many people going out of the city in the afternoon, and the streets were crowded.

But as the city gate moved further away, the team coming out of the city gradually thinned out and became smaller.

After continuing to walk through the shantytown for almost two seconds, and approaching Qiguai Lane, Shen Xiaohu suddenly heard an exclamation: "Look!"

After hearing this, Shen Qing and Tian Xiaohu raised their heads and looked in the direction Shen Xiaohu was pointing, with astonishment on their faces.

In the shantytown alley, shadows intersect.

A row of corpses were hung under the eaves, the ropes creaking and swaying gently in the cold wind.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a bloody smell came from the alley.

The corpse in the middle, the pockmarked face under the tattered clothes, is engraved with the panic and unwillingness in the last moments of his life.

Everyone passing by on the street quickened their pace for fear of being disturbed.

Shen Qing took a look and found that this was the alley where he had killed Lao Bazi before, and he vaguely felt that this might have something to do with him.

There were shantytown residents passing by on the street. He stretched out his hand and grabbed someone and asked, "What's going on?"

"It's none of your business..." The person who was pulled was a half-grown boy, and he said extremely impatiently.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Shen Qing, who had killed many people, had sharp eyes, full of vague murderous intent.

The half-grown boy felt as if it was becoming difficult to even breathe.

Shen Qing's grip on his wrist became tighter and tighter, as if his bones were about to be broken. A sharp pain came from his wrist, making him afraid to move rashly.

Under his gaze, Shen Qing slowly took out two large coins from his arms and shook them.

The young man knew that he was unlucky today and had encountered a tough opponent, so he didn't dare to provoke him. He immediately lowered his head and said, "It was Ba Ye. It was Ba Ye who enforced the family law and killed Wang Mazi and his group."

"Master Ba?" Shen Qing frowned.

"He is a hero in our area. Heroes like Lao Bazi and Wang Mazi all live their lives under Ba Ye."

Shen Qing asked: "What kind of family law did Wang Mazi break before Ba Ye enforced the family law?"

"Wang Mazi killed Lao Bazi due to internal fighting, which was a taboo. Now Wang Mazi's men are dead and escaped, and most of them are here." The young man raised his chin and pointed at Wang Mazi's A row of corpses.

"Sir..." The young man looked at Shen Qing pitifully, begging for mercy.

Shen Qing let go of his hand and threw away the two large coins.

Then he whipped his whip to drive the carriage forward again, staring at Wang Mazi's body thoughtfully.

This tyrant is also a ruthless person, so be careful when you encounter him in the future.

The young man who regained his freedom lowered his head and looked at Shen Qing fiercely.

Shen Qing's condescending look just now made him feel extremely unhappy and he lost a lot of face.

"You bitch, I'm going to shake you, see if I don't kill you..."

He spat thick phlegm on the ground. After a few words, he leaned over to pick up the two cents on the ground.

call out!

At this moment, an arrow whizzed over and suddenly nailed his palm to the ground, causing him to scream in agony.

"ah!"

Tian Xiaohu got off the cart and walked over expressionlessly. He gave him a cold look and remained silent, which put the half-grown man under great pressure and almost led to a nervous breakdown.

There was a pop.

The half-grown boy seemed unable to hold himself up and sat down on the ground.

Ignoring the wound on his hand, he pulled out the arrow, threw it on the ground, and rolled away quickly.

Tian Xiaohu took away the two cents of money on the ground, flicked the bloody arrow and handed it back to Shen Qing.

"The people here are just mean. They are afraid of power but not virtue. If you give them three points of color, you dare to open a dyeing workshop. You still have to make them afraid of you."

Shen Qing hummed slightly and let go of the hand holding the bow.

He heard all those words, and if Tian Xiaohu didn't take action, he would be ready to shoot that kid with an arrow.

But he didn't go for his hand...

After walking out of the shantytown, there were far fewer pedestrians on the official road.

Shen Qing no longer hesitated, raised his hand, and whipped up his whip.

Snap!

A clear whip sound appeared behind the horse.

After being whipped, the horse immediately ran away.

In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, the sky after midnight was a piece of lead gray, and the cold wind cut like a knife across the face.

The cart that Shen Qing and the other two were riding on bumped forward on the official road. The wheels rolled over the frozen soil, making a dull creaking sound, and ran wildly towards the direction of Hongshan Village, which was hazy in the thin snow in the distance.

When passing by the branches, sporadic snowflakes splashed, stained the eyebrows and coarse cloth lapels of the three people, and quickly turned into cold water droplets.

Tian Xiaohu and Shen Xiaohu were wearing bloated cotton robes, holding the edge of the cart with both hands, and their knuckles turned white due to the cold.

From time to time, they exhaled a breath of white air, which was then torn away by the cold wind.

However, Shen Qing, who was holding the reins, had a ruddy face and did not feel cold.

The slow horse was like an obedient little maid in his hand, allowing him to drive and fiddle with it.

After running all the way for almost half an hour, the slow horse's physical strength seemed to be gradually exhausted, and the speed could not help but slow down.

Shen Qing seemed to be moved, and a gleam of light flashed in his pupils, as if a drop of ink had fallen into the water, causing ripples.

A line of ink text immediately appeared in his sight.

[Skill: Driving Skill (Beginner)]

[Progress: 101/100 points]

[Status: Can be improved]

[Note: The art of driving is practice makes perfect, and continuous practice can improve the progress of skills and master the key points of driving. In the future, you can drive steadily and quickly, as if you were using your arms and fingers, and ride away from the dust. ]

Shen Qing laughed dumbly.

I didn't expect that driving these days would fill up the progress of driving skills.

Shen Qing's mind moved, and he chose to break through.