"This Zhuang Kun is really a character!"
Cheng Xi held a piece of thick letter paper and sighed.
Inside the wooden box are indeed letters written by Zhou Lesong to Zhuang Kun. Every murder case can be traced in the letters.
The question is, who can prove that this is Zhou Lesong’s personal letter?
As the prefect of Lin'an, he knew how to hide himself. The letters were only made of ordinary paper, and each letter did not leave any personal seal.
Just comparing the handwriting is really hard to convince people.
But Zhuang Kun kept a secret!
In addition to the letters, there is also a dense gift list in the wooden box.
There are two lists. One is the list of treasures that Zhuang Kun used to rob as a bandit, and the other is the gift he gave to the prefect as a "village member".
"Since the gift is given out of thin air in the name of a banker, it must be registered and stored in the treasury."
As long as you get the accounts of Zhou Mansion's warehouse, you can see it clearly.
"Is it true that Zhuang Kun doesn't trust Zhou Lesong that much?"
"Not necessarily. Zhuang Kun does regard him as his savior, but he has always been cautious and wanted to leave a way out for himself."
And this escape route has now become the communication certificate that will send Zhou Lesong to the guillotine.
The two of them took the things apart, looked at them, and put them back in again, going back and forth for most of an hour.
And a long list of "victims" was recorded.
Among them there are many well-educated people who are dedicated to serving the people. In addition to civilian officials, there are even several military generals.
Cheng Xi pinched the list and felt heavy.
This was the hope of the Great Yan Dynasty, but it fell into the hands of a group of bandits.
"These people don't necessarily have issues with Zhou Lesong, right?"
How must his psychology be twisted to make him dislike so many people in the officialdom?
What kind of official is this? You can just start a new one yourself!
Shen Xingluo didn't know that her brain had completely drifted away, and she nodded while browsing the list of victims from right to left.
"Many of them are officials who oppose Prime Minister Zhou and have nothing to do with Zhou Lesong. They must have been ordered by the powerful prime minister."
He had seen this list in his previous life.
But it was collected by close friends. Due to the age, it is not as complete as it is now.
"If you want to overthrow Zhou Lesong, you need to get the house's warehouse account books."
Cheng Xi put down the list, "We still have to wait until the city gate opens -"
"It won't be long."
Shen Xingluo looked out the window, "The snow has stopped."
The snow really stopped.
It didn't stop and go, but it stopped completely.
Not a single snowflake fell from the sky for three consecutive days, and the sun, which had been out for a long time, finally came late on the fourth day after the snow stopped.
The snow on the ground, on roofs and on the mountains is melting very slowly.
The people in Shenjiacun showed a calmness beyond normal people.
"Just stop, don't we just go on with our lives as usual?"
"Yes, spring has already started at this time in the past, and it's time to stop."
"Just do whatever you have to do, walk around, practice again before it's patrol time!"
It would be best if the snow really stopped. Wouldn’t we be able to live quite well even if it didn’t?
We don’t have to worry about food or drink, and there are people to take care of us. It’s much better than the days before!
The patrol team just casually uncovered it and put all their energy and passion on their skis.
That’s right, snowboards.
Ever since Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi didn't shy away from the villagers using it, Uncle Shuan Zi, the only carpenter in the village, could be said to be in pain and happiness.
The happiness naturally comes from more and more people coming to him to customize snowboards, while the pain comes from the endless orders.
Skis are easy to make, but with so many people in the village, how can they make them?
And not only the patrols are eyeing him, but also children and unmarried girls want to have one.
If the Xingluo family can use this thing, they can definitely use it!
Zhuan Zi worked so numbly for seven whole days before he was able to dig out all the skis, and there were several big blisters on his hands.
"Let's go to the mountain. I will definitely be able to skate better than you this time!"
"My subordinates are defeated. You are so stupid. How can you surpass me?"
"Bei, I must compete with you today, I don't believe I can't surpass you!"
"It's just a fight, I'm afraid of you!"
Several people picked up their skis and went up the mountain one after another. They found a place with some slopes and started to teach various movements.
At another place halfway up the mountain, a few people stood on their skis cautiously, moving and moving like turtles, waiting to fall and then getting up again without crying at all.
Shen Xingqi is one of them.
"If others can do it, I can do it too. I just fell a little, it's okay!"
One winter day passed, the little girl had grown a lot taller, and her body was not as weak as before.
However, the sixteen-year-old is still very mature, and there is still some baby fat on her face, so it feels good to pinch her.
Thinking like this, Cheng Xi couldn't help but squeeze it again.
"Keep your balance, don't push forward too hard, just feel it first."
"I know, sister-in-law, I'll try again!"
The little girl's attention was entirely focused on the skis, and she was completely unaware that her cheek had been pinched.
However, the next moment, with a clear and familiar "click" sound, the wooden crutch in her right hand became useless.
Wasted?
Cheng Xi twitched the corner of her mouth and turned her face away.
"Ah, why did it break again? This thing really doesn't take much trouble."
This was already the sixth one she had crushed.
Every time Shen Xingqi went to Uncle Shuanzi with a broken stick, the carpenter looked at her with doubts on his face, and more than once he suspected that she was using it as a fire stick.
"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry."
Cheng Xi, who was still thinking about comforting her, couldn't find an excuse, so she simply changed her approach, "How about you practice how to control your strength first?"
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Shen Xingqi's eyes were full of resentment, sister-in-law, do you look down on me?
"Someone has entered the village, many people!"
A male voice in the distance interrupted their conversation, and several girls stopped their clumsy skiing movements.
Cheng Xi was stunned, then he bent his knees slightly and rowed towards the man. The mountainside of Shennong Mountain was extremely high. From the middle position, he could clearly see the situation for dozens of miles around.
After a moment, she returned to Shen Xingqi's side again.
"You guys, go back."
She looked serious and said, "Go back to the ancestral hall. There are victims coming this way."
The girls covered their mouths in surprise and exclaimed.
At this time, Shen Xingqi was much calmer than them. She stepped forward and led her friends down the mountain in an orderly manner.
Cheng Xi saw them slowly disappearing on the snowy road, and then headed in the direction of the patrol.
No one has come to Shenjia Village for a long time.
The last time someone came in, it was more than 150 bandits led by the boss.
Although the victims who came towards them this time were ragged victims, they were no less dangerous than bandits.
The bodyguards headed by Cheng Daqian knew this very well and gathered the patrol team as soon as they heard the news.
"Everyone, please don't get excited and listen to what Uncle Sixth has to say!"
(End of chapter)
