In Songshan County, Jiannan Road, there is a Wujia Village twenty miles east of the city. Half of the people in the village have the surname Wu. The largest wealthy family, except Wu Yuan, is in his forties and is named Wood. He has hundreds of acres of land in the county. There is also an industry in the city. The family has a big business but is kind and friendly. They often help the poor and needy. They have a good reputation in the nearby villages and towns, and they are nicknamed Wu Dashanren. The family raises thirty to fifty idle men, who dance and practice swords every day.

More than three months ago, four foreigners moved into Wujia Village and rented the second courtyard of Hu Ercai, a small and dilapidated landowner. These four foreigners said they came to Songshan County to collect some mountain goods and wanted to transport them to Yong'an City. There is a shop selling mountain products in Yong'an City, which specializes in the mountain product business in the Jiannan area.

The four of them were headed by a young master who called himself Mr. Yin, accompanied by a handsome little book boy named Li, an old housekeeper in his fifties named Si, and a middle-aged man called Sun Daruan, who was very strong and strong and was Mr. Yin. The four of them lived in the courtyard of Hu Dacai's house and bought two maids and two servants. They lived here and put away pine nuts, mushrooms and other mountain products.

The old housekeeper named Si was very kind and loved to play chess, but Wu Dashan also loved playing chess. Both of them were bad chess players. They were equally matched, but they often complimented each other. Wu Dashan praised the old man Si for his superb chess skills, and the old man Si praised him. Wu Dashan was very good at playing chess. Sun Daruo, who was watching the game, sneered.

Mr. Yin is arrogant and does not like to talk to others. When he is not out collecting mountain products, he just stays at home and practices martial arts. He is in the fourth level of martial arts, neither high nor low, but he practices very hard non-stop. Wu Dashan and Old Man Si We became chess friends and would hang out in this courtyard whenever we had nothing to do. Old Man Si and Daruan Sun were always there to accompany us. However, Mr. Yin and his cousin Sun Daruan didn’t seem to have a good relationship. They often quarreled. Old Man Si always accompanied them. The housekeeper blends with the slime.

This day happened to be the first day of the Lunar New Year. Mr. Yin took the little book boy, the old housekeeper and his cousin Sun Daruan on horseback to leave Wujiacun and went to Zhangjiaji, thirty miles away, to collect mountain goods. The people selling mountain goods in Zhangjiaji Most of the mountain products collected by Yin Gongzi were pine nuts and mushrooms, and only precious medicinal materials such as wild ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum were collected by the mountain people.

There is a small market in Zhangjiaji, with an area of ​​two acres, just beside the official road. The villagers organized themselves to open up such a piece of land for business, and the government did not interfere too much. The market was crowded with people from eight villages in ten miles. People rushed over and everything was sold, including poultry, meat and eggs, mountain products, medicinal materials, daily necessities, rice, flour, grains and oils, vegetables and fruits, etc. It was really lively.

The handsome-faced Master Yin was wearing a long gown and a handkerchief today. He led the little book boy to the market with his hands behind his back, followed closely by the old housekeeper and Mr. Sun. Master Yin usually likes to shake his folding fan. Probably because the weather has cooled down in autumn, Mr. Yin did not bring a folding fan out. Mr. Yin looked at the things sold in the market, collected some mushrooms and pine nuts, and then came to the stall of an old farmer. He stopped and looked at the medicinal materials.

The old farmer selling medicinal materials wore a black short coat, a green towel wrapped around his head, and a large iron pipe in his mouth. He squatted behind the stall and smoked dry cigarettes. Although his business was not very good, he was enjoying himself. He looked at the two starlings in the cage next to him and teased them to talk. Mr. Yin is here

I went to the old farmer's stall, knelt down and took a look, and finally asked, "Old man, how much does this wild ginseng cost?"

The old farmer turned around, glanced at Young Master Yin, grinned with his missing front teeth, raised his thumb and said: "Hey, Young Master is a man who knows the goods at first sight. This wild ginseng is at least a hundred years old, and it sells for thirty

Two pieces of silver!"

Mr. Yin frowned, squatted down and looked at the old wild ginseng, and said in a clear voice: "Old man, it's just a century-old wild ginseng, not a thousand-year-old wild ginseng! Thirty taels of silver is too much for you.

Yes, this wild ginseng tree is worth at most ten taels of silver!"

The old farmer selling medicinal materials grinned with joy and said in a windy voice: "Sir, it's hard to find a hundred-year-old wild ginseng in these days. Even if you travel all over the country, it's hard to find a hundred-year-old wild ginseng. Old man, I can only

Selling it for thirty taels of silver is already very kind, but if it had been someone else, I might not have sold it for fifty taels!"

Mr. Yin shook his head and stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and murmured: "A century-old wild ginseng is not worth thirty or fifty taels of silver. It seems that it will not be easy for you to pick a mountain ginseng when you are old. I will pay you twelve taels of silver."

Bought it!”

The old man selling medicinal materials took a long drag on his big pipe, slowly blew out a smoke ring, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Sir, this wild ginseng tree can't be sold by this old man for twelve taels of silver! This wild ginseng tree was bought by the old man from a tree.

What the silver snake snatched from its mouth would have killed an ordinary person. Fortunately, the old man's family has medicine for treating snakes, so he was able to pick this mountain ginseng. Master, depending on your sincerity, the old man will give you five taels, twenty-five

Take the two pieces of silver!"

Mr. Yin laughed dumbly, showing two white little tiger teeth and said: "Old man, you are just trying to coax me. How can a hundred-year-old ginseng be guarded by a Bungara snake? If you say it is a thousand-year-old mountain ginseng, a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, a thousand-year-old ginseng,

I actually trust him a little bit with the Resurrection Grass, it’s just a century-old ginseng tree, and it will never be protected by poisonous insects or beasts!”

The two were arguing when a fast horse came rushing past on the official road. It was very fast. It was a market today and there were many people on the road. There was a child of six or seven years old who was about to pass by, but the fast horse was like a whirlwind.

He ran over and was about to bump into the child. Everyone was frightened. If they hit him, the child would definitely be dead. The child turned around and saw the fast horse. He was stunned and couldn't move.

Next to him, there was a scholar in his twenties wearing a long robe and a scarf. He was walking with a scroll in his hands. He was shaking his head as he walked, thinking about what the poet said in his poem. Suddenly he saw that the child was dying. He had no time to think about it and threw it away in his hand.

Book, drag the child away from the horse's hooves. It's dangerous, if the scholar slows down even a little bit, the child will be buried under the horse's hooves.

Even so, the child was very frightened, his face was pale, and he could not speak. The man riding the fast horse was a martial artist in his thirties, with a long face, crane eyes, and ape arms. He wore a black martial arts uniform and carried a sword on his back.

Holding a whip in his hand, he was also quite accomplished in equestrian skills. At that moment, he suddenly stopped the horse. The horse stood up with its front hooves and neighed loudly. The warrior shouted, "Whose bastard is this? I don't think it's worth it either."

, whose responsibility will it be if it’s trampled to death?”

As he spoke, he wanted to whip the child, but the scholar refused to give in. He stood up in front of the child and said loudly: "This friend, I am as old as the old as the old, the young as the young as the young! He

A child passing by

, it’s not that I mean to make things difficult for you, why do you have to push me so hard? Besides, you shouldn’t run so fast on the official road. If you hurt the child, wouldn’t the parents want to go to court with you?

"

The child was so frightened that his face burst into tears and he couldn't stop crying. On the edge of the market, a young lady with a delicate appearance and simple and clean clothes ran over in a panic, hugged the child, and looked at the warrior on horseback in horror.

, murmured: "Uncle, the slave family failed to take good care of the child for a while, and delayed the uncle on his way. I hope you can forgive me!" At the same time, he comforted the child, "Be good, don't cry!"

He then thanked the scholar and said, "Thank you very much, sir, for saving me. I went to buy food and didn't notice that the child was not around!"

The martial artist was about to curse, but when he saw that she was a pretty young lady, her anger had already subsided. She just stared at the scholar and said, "Poor, you said that I shouldn't ride so fast on the official road? Damn it, the official road."

Isn't it just for horse racing? Her children can't be looked down upon by the adults. Even if they are trampled to death, it's her fault. What does it have to do with you, Uncle Qiu, and me? Don't talk about a child, it's you. If the uncle kills him, he will kill him.

Got it!"

The scholar said angrily: "Nonsense! Human life is at stake. Even the county magistrate and the county magistrate dare not say such words. Who are you? You can speak so loudly, and you are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue! If you scare this child

, I will go to the county government office with you to discuss it! In broad daylight, with the universe clear, is there any king's law? It is really unreasonable!"

Someone nearby recognized the martial artist and quickly stepped forward to break up the fight. He pulled the scholar back and said, "My husband, forget it. Just say a few words. He didn't step on the child anyway, so forget it! You don't know,

This is the subordinate of the second son of the Chou family, named Qiu Zhilong. The Chou family is a big family in our Songshan County and is not something we ordinary people can afford to offend. Please step back quickly!"

The scholar said angrily: "I don't care if his surname is Qiu or Dan, is there any king of law in this world? He galloped on the official road, almost hurting people, and he uttered arrogant words and bullied others. Is this okay?"

Even if I sue the county magistrate, he will be the one to blame, so why should I be afraid of him?"

Someone nearby recognized the scholar and quickly came over and pulled him aside, whispering: "Mr. Miao, let's go quickly. This is something we can't mess with. Qiu Zhilong, the subordinate of the second son of the enemy family, is the one nicknamed the Little Overlord.

How can we villagers afford to offend him? Even if you are a scholar and husband, the county magistrate won’t hit you, but they, orphans and widowed mothers, will be miserable! You should also consider them!"

The scholar surnamed Miao became even more angry, "Do all the subordinates of a young master have such power? With such a tyrant in Songshan County, can the people's lives be easy? No, I have to argue with him today!"

Qiu Zhilong was furious. He waved his hand and hit the scholar named Miao with a whip. The scholar named Miao did not know martial arts. He saved the child just now because of his explosive energy when he was in danger. After that, his heart was pounding with fear.

Jump. How can you escape when you see Qiu being whipped?

Soon enough, a white and tender hand suddenly stretched out from beside him, grabbed Qiu Zhilong's whip, and laughed loudly: "Brother, it's better to dissolve enemies than to marry them. For the sake of my little brother's sake, let's forget it."
Chapter completed!