Chapter 10, he needs to vent

Cheng Shuang showed no signs of reluctance regarding this matter. After Zhao Xing finished speaking, he quickly rushed back to the side of the unicycle, organized the package, and rewrapped the treasured sword.

Zhao Xing's anger surged. This group of "heroes" does not even spare children. A little girl, just at the beginning of her life, is deprived of her parents' protection; how is she to live on in loneliness? It seems that the so-called heroes in the Cross Slope even intend to turn people into "human meat buns"; such behavior still requires "celebration"!

Due to the robbery of the bandits' personal belongings, those with the surname Zhao did not need to resupply in Qingshui Town. They passed through the town, while the merchants following behind were also concerned that the massacre incident might be exposed, bringing trouble upon themselves. They closely trailed behind, not daring to pause for even a moment.

Who is Liao Laoliu? He is a brave man from Shaowu Army, who fought against bandits in his youth and was injured in one leg, later retiring from the military. Nevertheless, his skills with a gun and staff are such that few can match him.

In the wilderness, with no need to suppress himself, Zhao Xing felt a tingling sensation throughout his muscles. He let out a low roar, snatched the chair from Cheng Xia's hands, and shouted, "Make your move"

This place is a gathering of wealth from all over the world, yet the official authorities strictly control the main roads, while the mountain paths are perilous. The heavy taxation on the main roads leads many merchants to take the smaller routes, where miners who have hidden gold and silver from the mines are also present. Bandits treat them as easy prey, thus, although the smaller paths may have fewer tax officials, the safety of one's life and property is often at risk

The child born to a young woman has never returned home. Can her siblings recognize her? Even if they do, what difference does it make? The ones she is most familiar with are her parents, and now that they have passed away, she is surrounded by a group of unfamiliar relatives, entangled in disputes over family assets. Who will take care of her? Who will protect her? That group of 'heroes' has caused significant harm!

The hunter, who usually maintains a good relationship with the wild boars and mountain bears, shot at this group of bandits from close range, and the outcome of the battle was almost certain. After a flurry of arrows, the tall and robust Zhao Xing happily charged into the crowd with a long bench, ... smashing people's heads as if he were cracking walnuts ...

Due to the incomplete information at hand, Zhao Xing was unable to make a reasonable inference. He only felt it was strange, and for the sake of caution, it would be best to send his personal belongings to the Xinghua military, entrusting the military with the responsibility of conveying the news of his misfortune.

Zhao Xing was correct—modern scientific research has also confirmed his assertion: the ancient Chinese drug known as "Menghan medicine" is indeed cannabis. Furthermore, the ancient Chinese "spring medicine" is also cannabis. When taken in small doses, cannabis can produce an exhilarating effect, thus becoming spring medicine; in larger doses, it induces drowsiness, hence it is referred to as Menghan medicine

However, Cheng Shuang, who grew up under this custom, did not develop the bad habit of discriminating against his biological father. At home, he often sat by the brazier chatting with his father like friends. In this context, he appeared more experienced and perceptive than his peers. While other children were busy collecting silks and searching for valuables, he focused on the personal belongings of merchants who had encountered misfortune.

The little girl was born of a concubine. Her merchant father was engaged in business in a distant place and married her mother, who came from a singing background. This time, he concluded his business and prepared to return home to settle down. On the way, they passed by a tea house, where four servants and her parents were incapacitated by a narcotic. Right before her eyes, they were killed by bandits. She survived solely due to her young age. At that time, the bandits discussed in her presence their intention to sell her into a brothel.

From the perspective of the followers, the three merchant caravans have been completely disrupted. Each caravan contains individuals unwilling to share the spoils, and their total number exceeds one-third of the original caravan and the number of *maps* and *books*—Jiao Chuo and his son are also among the group

In fact, the bandits were not far from the group, merely about one hundred meters away. At such a close distance, one could clearly see their eyebrows and beards, yet ordinary arrows posed no threat to them. These bandits—no, the so-called 'heroes of Liangshan'—followed closely, intending to wait until sunset to strike in a secluded place, but they did not anticipate that the 'lamb' would dare to resist

It seems that modern concepts cannot be used to measure the people of the Song Dynasty. This era surprisingly had so many individuals who were not greedy for wealth, which was beyond Zhao Xing's expectations. However, since these merchants had caught up, Zhao Xing did not prioritize himself; he slowed his pace so that the merchants could keep up with the group

There is also a girl around seven or eight years old," the previously silent group of students quickly interjected, "She passed through the mountains yesterday, her parents have already been harmed, and she is currently tied up in the kitchen...

This type of knife is modernly referred to as "Damascus knife," while the Song people called it "Bing Tie Xue Hua Dao." In "Water Margin," the knife sold by Yang Zhi is precisely this sharp treasure knife that was introduced from India or Arabia. The two sabers that Wu Song obtained from the Cross Slope are also "Bing Tie Xue Hua Dao"

The path chosen by the brave is but a narrow one, and the young man walks this road to evade the tax collector. Originally, this mountain path belonged to Liao Lao Liu, and this tea house was also run by Liao Lao Liu. The heroes on the road would show some respect for Liao Lao Liu, but little did they expect that even Liao Lao Liu can no longer maintain control now

Zhao Xing raised his hand to stop the other person's words. He pointed at a young man who was continuously retreating into the woods and asked, "No need to rush—he is your son, right? He looks just like you... You don't need to be afraid; we are merely passersby. We do not intend to report what happens here to the authorities, as that would only delay matters, and we are on a tight schedule.

Zhao Xing surveyed the bandits scattered across the ground, his expression cold: "Since I am not going to show myself, do not give them the chance to recount their capture—children, execute them! ... ... Wait, there are still children inside; do not do it in front of her. Take this group to the back of the house."

How terrifying human nature is

A group of children appeared somewhat hesitant while reporting, as if they were on the verge of speaking but held back. Zhao Xing cast a glance at them, signaling them to refrain from speaking for the moment, and then he turned to Jiao Chu.

At this point, the children who had entered the house to search had already emerged. They reported to Zhao Xing: there were numerous corpses inside, not a single living person, the kitchen was filled with packages, and the backyard was cluttered with wheelbarrows

The quantity of the "Bingtie Xuehua Dao" in China reached its peak during the late Southern Song Dynasty. After the Mongols returned from their western expeditions, they fought against the Southern Song army wielding this trophy, which had been seized from the Arab world. Historical records from the Song Dynasty note that this knife could consecutively sever several standard Song military broadswords without sustaining any damage itself. The Song people were even unable to achieve any technological advancement over this knife.

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Moreover,麻醉药 and 醉药 do not take effect immediately. However, barbiturates induce deep anesthesia, which also requires about half an hour. Zhao Xing is confident that before it takes effect, neither the bandits nor Zhao Xing's side will allow the battle to drag on until that time

Suddenly, the little girl, who had been lost in her own world, burst into tears with a loud cry—having endured immense terror, she had been out of danger for some time, and only now, as she calmed down, did she feel a sense of sorrow

Improper use of this substance is akin to tea alkaloids, providing a slight sense of excitement—like now, the character of the owner of https://mhetushu.com is evidently lacking. The strong tea, due to the owner's excessive eagerness, was brewed with water that was too hot, which in turn damaged the structure of the cannabinoids, resulting in an effect that is inferior to that of a pot of cold tea

Oh, the Song people are not entirely devoid of humanity—Zhao Xingcai had not walked far when he heard the rumbling sound of a cart behind him. At that moment, Zhao Xing had not yet finished his reflections; he turned around and discovered the group of merchants who were unwilling to partake in the division of spoils.

Jiao Chuo now places all his hopes on the other's credibility. He swallowed and continued, "Brave warrior, throughout Fujian Road, the public order is good in other places, but only here in Shaowu is there a gathering of thieves and bandits... Why? Because this is the 'Golden Pit and Silver Valley', the 'Forest Sea and Iron Mountain'

However, the purification techniques in ancient times were not sophisticated. In practical application, the effectiveness of these "medicines" was solely related to the character of the user. Only by obtaining a batch of cannabis with a relatively good level of purification and then using it correctly could one achieve the corresponding medicinal effects—modern professional doctors also frequently encounter anesthesia accidents, so the level of ancient practitioners can be imagined.

Cheng Shuang's father was a son-in-law who married into the family. During the Song Dynasty, the status of a son-in-law was very low, to the extent that he could not even have his own name. However, the son of a son-in-law, due to inheriting the family business, was indeed the "head of the household" at home, with both his mother and father relying on him for their living arrangements

"What a fine blade—the Bing Tie Snowflake Sword, worth thirty thousand guan," Zhao Xingwen praised, "Hmm... the person who possesses this sword must have an extraordinary status. Did you take his package? Search through the package and see who this person is."

Zhao Xing just judged the merchants with a modern perspective, which is a subjective error— in reality, the ones following him now are a group of indifferent people. However, he does not understand these local customs. Moreover, he has not yet realized that Cheng Shuang brought this treasured sword to him, intending to present it to him, who has taken nothing from beginning to end, thereby demonstrating that he is also a responsible party in this 'righteous act'.

Zhao Xing looked back at the merchants behind him. At that moment, the children had already begun their slaughter behind the house, and the cries of the bandits filled the merchants with fear, as they dreaded provoking this group of killing gods

As soon as I saw that the tea house was not run by Liao Lao Liu today, I knew something was wrong. It seems that this path may no longer be traversable. This group of people is so audacious that they dare to harm even Liao Lao Liu.

Zhao Xing quickly changed the subject: "What is your name? Do you often take this road? This tea house looks very old; I initially thought it was an old establishment, so I felt at ease. Now I want to know, has the owner recently taken to robbery, or has this been a long-standing hobby? Is Fujian Road always this chaotic?"

As he passed through Qingshui Town, the road conditions became increasingly perilous. Even while walking on the main thoroughfare, he was frequently harassed by robbers. After taking a few steps, Zhao Xing recalled the tragic experience of the little girl, and a surge of anger suddenly welled up within him. He shouted, "Bring me a bow."

In response to the warrior, the old man, surnamed Jiao and named Chu, hails from Fuzhou. He has been accustomed to this mountain path since childhood, engaging in small-scale business. The traveling merchants who frequent this route all know the name of the old man. As the old man's demeanor changed, he witnessed Zhao Xing decisively cracking open the heads of several individuals. While casting furtive glances at his companions, he answered Zhao Xing's words with an increasingly respectful attitude

After savoring the strong tea, Zhao Xing suddenly realized: "I understand now, it is cannabis"

As the team set off again, Zhao Xing looked at the girl's silhouette and sighed softly. Cheng Xia, hearing the sigh, leaned closer to Zhao Xing and quietly asked, "Teacher, what’s wrong? Why the sigh?"

The bandit pointed at by Zhao Xing did not lack the desire to escape; rather, he was too afraid to do so. Zhao Xing's three arrows, swift as lightning, left him trembling in fear. According to legend, those skilled in the art of rapid-fire archery can hit a target from a hundred paces away, which is why the bandit dared not turn his back on Zhao Xing to flee. Instead, he could only slowly spread his arms to the sides, maintaining a fixed position.

Liao Laoliu is known for his righteousness, and the soldiers in Shaowu often come to his aid. Heroes from all around give him some respect. Whenever we pass by, we also pay Liao Laoliu a customary fee, sharing it with those heroes.

With a loud bang, the bandits' hideout was blown up. Except for the bandit targeted by Zhao Xing's bow and arrow, the others scattered and fled.

The warrior asked too many questions; may I, the old man, be permitted to answer them one by one..." As Jiao Chu spoke these words, he kept bowing repeatedly, yet his steps continued to move, blocking Zhao Xing's path.

The children's marching formation now resembles the U.S. military's skirmish line, as they are divided into two loose rows walking along the roadside, with two chicken carts moving down the middle of the path, and Zhao Xing bringing up the rear of the entire group. However, the children are no longer focused on vigilance; they occasionally chat about their findings with those in front and behind them.

This knife has a peculiar design; it is not a style commonly found in the Central Plains. The blade features a slight curve and a narrow body. The edge has been repeatedly hammered, presenting a pattern resembling black clouds.

The subsequent merchants looked at the little girl with compassion. Cheng Xia, resembling an older brother, stepped forward to comfort her and inquired about her parents' situation. Only after the little girl had cried herself out did she sniffle and explain the events that had transpired.

Bouncing, three arrows flew over the heads of the bandits in quick succession. At this moment, Zhao Xing held two arrows in his left hand, with one nocked on the bowstring. He coldly gazed at the bandits and halted his movements

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Cheng Xia's expression was grim, and he asked with a heavy heart: "Teacher, there will always be a way, right? This..."

Cheng Xia responded by opening the cloth pouch, revealing Zhao Xing's specially crafted longbow

Zhao Xing's gaze slowly swept over their timid faces, and he sighed inwardly: "Not a single one dares to take responsibility"

Tell your child not to hide anymore, we are not bandits, we are merely a group of scholars traveling for study, with no intention of killing or silencing anyone. ... These bandits ... ... Since we must return by this road, we cannot allow them to continue existing here—let's break a leg of each one, allowing them to fend for themselves—old man, please continue.

In fact, during this era of inconvenient transportation, most merchants who encounter misfortune may be classified among the missing persons, with no news ever reaching the world. When one takes the personal belongings of the other party, it is customary in China, dating back to the Warring States period, to seek clues from these belongings and send a message to the family of the individual. Paying for the delivery of this message with the goods left behind by the other party is also part of this custom. Correspondingly, the more items one takes, the greater the moral responsibility one bears. Paying for the delivery of this message with the goods left behind by the other party is also part of this custom. Correspondingly, the more items one takes, the greater the moral responsibility one bears.

If it were not for Zhao Xing, perhaps they would also be victims, their goods would be piled in the back yard, and the bodies would be buried in the yard... But now, they can only feel joy

I spoke incorrectly again

Panic was spreading, and the merchants began to survey the surrounding terrain, searching for escape routes. Zhao Xing's students cast reverent glances at their teacher—what a formidable person! While others were affected by the drugged substances, the teacher remained calm and collected, accepting everything without hesitation. One word: formidable

To kill or not to kill? That is the question

After a moment, he waved over the old customer who had noticed the Menghe-Tushu sweat medicine and asked, "What is this place... Is it the Cross Slope from Water Margin? What kind of people are we encountering? Along this route, how many heroes are there who engage in this kind of 'robbing the rich to help the poor'?"

Cheng Xia made every effort to soothe her, and the little girl, exhausted from crying, gradually quieted down.

Emerging from a mountain gorge, Qing Shui Town lay before them. Zhao Xing waved his hand, signaling the entire team to stop. Cheng Shuang, who had been pushing the captured goods, was replaced by the children. He eagerly grabbed a wooden knife from the chicken cart and, with an air of mystery, ran up to Zhao Xing, drawing out half of the blade to show off: "Teacher, I found something good. Look, this knife has a snowflake pattern, and it's heavy. Isn't it a treasured blade?"

Having knocked everyone down, Zhao Xing broke into a sweat. He gradually calmed down, casually placing the blood-stained long bench down. Then, he carefully set the bench upright and sat on it, watching the children clean up the battlefield

"What is Water Margin? Scholar, how can such bandits be considered heroes?" The old guest stammered in response. He was somewhat worried, concerned that the tall and strong Zhao Xing was also a robbery enthusiast.

After a while, he turned back and brought a government plate: "Teacher, this is a military official. The government plate states that he is the banner bearer of the Xinghua army (a person selected from the troops for their strength and bravery to carry the flag and lead the charge in battle) ... ... "

Alright, we have rested enough. Let us head to the town in one go, and after a brief stop, we will continue our journey... Do not wait for the merchants behind to catch up," Zhao Xing admonished. The children responded in unison, and the unicycle was pushed forward.

Brave warriors, take a look... not far ahead is Qingshui Town. Qingshui Town was once Wuyishan. To the left of Wuyishan is the Taiping Silver Mine. To the south of Qingshui Town are the Baoji Iron Factory, Jiangyuan Silver Mine, Xianxi Gold Mine, and Jiaokeng Silver Mine... Beyond Wuyishan lies the Wuxian Silver Mine and the Datong Mountain Silver Mine

Cheng Xia handed over an arrow, and Zhao Xing took one with his right hand, placing it on the bow, while gripping the remaining arrows with his left hand. At the same time, he held the bow's arm, pulled back the bowstring with his right hand, and with a whoosh, shot the first arrow upward, causing the bandits to change color in an instant

He observed Zhao Xing's focused demeanor and continued, "Here, the valleys are rich in gold and silver, and the thoroughfare (the national transportation trunk road) extends from Chang'an to Shaowu, serving as a vital junction for the four continents and a key route into Fujian. The mountain paths crisscross, leading to a gathering of bandits; when they emerge, they rob merchants, and when pursued, they flee into the mountains, leaving the authorities helpless.

This series of actions was as swift as lightning; by the time the bandits reacted, the shooting had already concluded. It was only then that the bandits exclaimed in astonishment: "Ah, a volley of arrows!"

At this point, Jiao Zhu carefully glanced at Zhao Xing.

The bows of the Song Dynasty generally stood at 1.2 meters tall, but Zhao Xing's bow measured a full 1.6 meters, with even the arrows being elongated. As soon as this bow was revealed, the bandits by the roadside halted in their tracks, their faces displaying astonishment as they looked at Zhao Xing, their expressions filled with disbelief

There is only one way... Zhao Xing glanced at Cheng Xia, who immediately shut his mouth tightly. No matter how Cheng Xia inquired, he was unwilling to discuss the topic any further, only淡淡 instructed: "Do not linger, pass through the town directly, and head straight to Shaowu."

The entire world has become quiet

The arrow did not strike anyone, but it flew past the heads of the crowd, soaring into the thicket by the roadside... This was not the end; Zhao Xing's hand gripping the arrow shaft was in motion. With a flick of a few fingers, one of the arrows was positioned horizontally, the released bowstring resting against the fletching, finally ceasing its tremor. Zhao Xing's right hand drew the bowstring again and swiftly shot this arrow out.

Upon witnessing Cheng Shuang's performance, Zhao Xing could not help but nod in appreciation. A person who is not greedy, who knows what they deserve and what they do not, embodies the principle of "understanding the bigger picture and knowing when to advance or retreat." Such individuals can steadily progress in both the political and business arenas.

The students found the luggage belonging to the little girl in the kitchen. Zhao Xing had two carts brought in, one to carry the belongings of the little girl and her parents, and the other to load his own spoils. Without looking back, he continued to move forward. Behind him, the merchants were busy dividing the goods; they felt no sorrow, only the joy of unexpected gains

Zhao Xing grinned at the other party and said, "No problem!"

The little girl lives in Fuzhou, and now she is all alone, with a long road ahead of her

Cheng Xia responded and led two classmates into the tea house. Before long, they helped out a pale-faced girl with a vacant expression. At this moment, the ground had been cleared, and apart from a pool of fresh blood, there was no one else present.

"Thirty thousand guan, carrying such a precious sword and running around recklessly..." Cheng Shuang was so astonished that he couldn't retract his tongue. He hurried to the chicken cart and began to rummage through the man's luggage.

The students, under Zhao Xing's guidance, began to act without hesitation, and the scene was filled with screams. Jiao, seeing that Zhao Xing had discovered his son's hiding attempt, quickly called out to the child. Initially, he was worried that Zhao Xing might resort to silencing him, but once Zhao Xing discovered the situation, continuing to hide became meaningless. Under the cover of the ten strong bows wielded by the students from Chengjiaao, any movement from the child that might provoke this group could lead to certain death. He had originally feared that Zhao Xing would resort to murder to silence them, but after Zhao Xing's discovery, further hiding was futile, as the child's actions could provoke this group, leading to a fatal outcome.

"Father-in-law, since it is thus, let us each take what we need—Liao Laoliu has encountered trouble. Usually, he is taken care of by the military men, so you can take this group of bandits to seek a reward. In the future, as we walk this path, there will naturally be military men to continue providing support... As for me, I do not want the large cart in the backyard; I wish to travel light. I cannot take the goods with me, but I will take a few packages from the kitchen. The rest, you can divide among yourselves. If you can find the original owner, returning the packages to them would also be a good deed, though it may be troublesome... As for me, I do not want the large cart in the backyard; I wish to travel light. I cannot take the goods with me, but I will take a few packages from the kitchen. The rest, you can divide among yourselves. If you can find the original owner, returning the packages to them would also be a good deed, though it may be troublesome... Let it be."

Having said that, he took a large gulp of the medicinal tea, swishing it around in his mouth with a "gurgle gurgle" sound. After a brief pause, he swallowed the dose of the soporific without any concern.

Zhao Xing, apart from experiencing a slight numbness at the root of his tongue and speaking with a bit of a lisp, feels an overwhelming bloodthirsty impulse throughout his body. Having suppressed himself for a long time and living cautiously, he has reached a critical point of eruption; he needs to vent. The arrival of marijuana is timely—once he gets excited, his combat power skyrockets, increasing from an original strength of 84 to 104.

At this moment, the merchants were terrified. Now, in the group, although Zhao Xing had not taken any action throughout the journey, his imposing stature made the merchants place all their hopes on him. However, now this person sat there motionless after drinking the medicinal tea! Then, he leisurely sipped another cup of "strong tea"—how could this be acceptable!

Zhao Xing did not look at that official document; he gazed at Cheng Shuang and calmly said: "How pitiful, a warrior... child, you cannot take this sword with you. An ordinary banner leader cannot afford such a sword. It would be best for you to return both the sword and the package to the Xinghua army... How strange, how could someone who can afford such a sword be walking alone without any guards"

In fact, Zhao Xing's actions are also calculated. Generally, the dosage of anesthetic drugs is calculated based on body weight. In terms of weight, the dosage that could incapacitate a Song person would be ineffective on Zhao Xing, who is much larger. The shopkeeper also realized this, which is why he brought him a pot of enhanced "strong tea".