Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 7 Hard labor
Zhao Lin had guessed the result from the inside and outside of the words, but he still asked, "What happened next?"

"later?"

Zhou Pao laughed self-deprecatingly, "This bear is extremely powerful. After years of chasing in the pine forest, the turpentine seeps into its fur. It's like wearing a suit of armor. It can't be cut by a knife or pierced by a gun."

"I led people to surround and kill it twice. I only added two small and small scars to its body, but lost several hands."

"20 years... this beast is still alive and well!"

The last sentence was gritted.

Zhao Lin remained silent, he had a vague premonition of what the other party wanted to say.

"Brother Zhao."

Zhou Pao stared straight at Zhao Lin, "Brother Pao, I want to kill this bear, I hope brother can help me."

"I?"

Zhao Lin showed a surprised expression on his face, "Brother Pao thinks too highly of my younger brother. I don't know martial arts, and I have never hunted before. How can I help?"

Zhou Pao shook his head and said: "Brother, you are humble. You are as strong as an ox. Who on the pier doesn't know? You can lift a stone block that two people can't lift without effort. The warriors I have seen may not be able to do it in time." on you."

"I have an ancestral iron spear in my house. When my brother uses it, it will definitely be able to pierce the armor of that bear!"

Charge into battle and fight Xiong Wei?

Zhao Lin's face changed slightly.

Zhou Paotou put his hand on his shoulder and said sincerely, "Brother, you come to the pier to carry bags at a young age, and your family must be short of money. You must know that you can't earn a few dollars a year after working so hard. Money, many people will be physically exhausted in less than three years!"

"There are three treasures on bears, bear bile, bear skin, and bear paws. They are all valuable goods, at least they can be sold for dozens of taels! As long as you kill this bear, you can earn more than carrying a three-year bag."

"How about it? I'm going to vote with my brother, don't open for three years, open for three years!"

There was no disturbance in Zhao Lin's heart, and he said calmly: "Brother Pao, let me just say it, I am afraid of death."

If you are short of money, you are short of money. No matter how big the business is, you have to spend your life. Besides, you have a spirit beast map, and you are slowly accumulating strength, so you don't have to fight with wild beasts.

Zhou Paotou still persuaded: "Brother, you don't know something, I thought of a way to kill Xiong Wei, it is absolutely foolproof."

Zhao Lin sneered in his heart, if he really wants to be safe, why bother to find himself?

"Brother Pao, thank you for your care in the past few days. I also understand your feeling of revenge, but there is really nothing I can do about it!"

"You can go to Sanjia Village to inquire about it. I have a sick parent who has limited mobility, and my elder brother was arrested and sent to hard labor. The whole family points at me alone. I can't take this risk!"

After speaking, he stood up, clasped his fists in his hands, and strode out of the restaurant.

……

For the next two days, Zhou Paotou kept wandering in front of Zhao Lin intentionally or unintentionally, but Zhao Lin pretended not to see it.

He will definitely not participate in the death-death matter.

But he is somewhat interested in Xiong Wei.

Xiong Wei is a different kind of bear, fierce and aggressive, and can walk upright... There is a saying that a bear can top three bears.

The legendary beasts in the previous life really existed in this world.

There is such a piece of information about the memory of the spirit beast picture: the higher the level of the beast, the greater the body's benefits after absorbing the spirit!
Xiong Wei is an enhanced version of the black bear, and his level is definitely not low.

However, Xiong Wei's talent is also strength, which is the same as the old scalper he absorbed, so it is not suitable to absorb it again.

After all, there are only nine grids in the spirit beast picture, and each one is very precious.

When you have strength in the future, you can consider absorbing the spirits of other beasts.

……

After a busy day, Zhao Lin came home and saw his mother weeping in front of the hall, and his father squatting on the threshold, smoking a pipe one after another.

"Father, mother, what's the matter?"

Zhao Lin realized that something had happened at home, and he had a hunch that it might have something to do with his brother.

Sure enough, Zhao's father said sadly: "There is news about your brother. Qian Sanming said that the county government refused to let him go. Don't think about it in three to five months."

"so long!"

Zhao Lin was surprised: "Isn't it a maximum of two months in previous years?"

Zhao's father sighed and said, "The original county magistrate confiscated enough autumn grain and was dismissed. The new county magistrate took office three times. He wants to build a dam in Fengtang to prevent another drought next year."

"There is a shortage of manpower to build the dam. The strong men captured this time will not be released until the construction is completed, and they are not allowed to visit. Even the prisoners in the prison are taken to dig the soil."

Zhao's mother sobbed, "If you're with a prisoner, will you survive?"

Zhao Lin's heart sank, and his brows were knit together.

Building a dam is a big project.

Fengtang is located in the west of Qinghe County. It is an intermountain basin, close to the upper reaches of Qingxi River in Baitou Mountain.

He judged that the new county magistrate probably wanted to dig a river channel to bring in the water from the Qingxi River.

This is equivalent to turning Fengtang into a reservoir. If there is a drought next year, the water in the reservoir will be used to irrigate the surrounding fields.

The policy is good, but the means are ruthless.

Yang Guang’s construction of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal exhausted millions of laborers. This reservoir has to be dug for a long section of the river. Although the amount of work between the two cannot be compared, how many people are there in the county?

Hard labor in this era is inhumane at all, as long as it doesn't kill you, use it to your death.

Even the first half of the sentence can be omitted, and it is not a big deal if it is used to death.

Sure enough, he is the county magistrate who broke the family, and the assassin who killed the family!

Zhao Lin stabilized his mind and asked, "Father, have you asked if there is a way to catch someone?"

Father Zhao quickly said: "I asked, I asked with several other families, and Qian Sanming said that there is really no way."

Zhao Lin thought for a while, and said, "Father and mother, don't worry, I know someone at the pier who has a family connection. I'll ask him tomorrow, maybe it will work."

"Really?" The two elders said in unison.

"Yes." Zhao Lin nodded.

In order to appease his parents, he could only use words to stabilize them first.

The second elder believed it was true, his complexion became better, and he said: "Then when you look for someone tomorrow, don't go empty-handed, bring a little gift."

Zhao Lin nodded in response, thinking to ask Qian Sanming again tomorrow.

Many things in the yamen cannot be clearly stated. My father is an honest farmer, and he may not be able to hear other people's subtext.

On the second day, Zhao Lin got up early and went out as usual, not far from the village, and headed towards Lisha Town.

There are seven towns in Qinghe County, and Lisha Town is the smallest one, which is near the southern foot of Mount Baitou and not far from Sanjia Village.

When Zhao Lin came to Lisha Town, he didn't go directly to Qian Sanming's house, but waited for the sun to rise and walked around the market.

"Qian Sanming is notoriously afraid of his wife. If you give something to him, it is better to give it to his wife."

As soon as Zhao Lin gritted his teeth, he bought two bolts of floral cloth at a cloth shop for forty Wen.

Qian Sanming lives in the south of the town, with a vermilion lacquered gate and a pair of stone drums from the town house in front of the gate.

This person was originally from a poor background, and he lived a life without a break.

The year before last, I somehow got involved with relatives with the head of the county, and I've only been wearing unlined clothes for three or nine days now——I'm shaking.

Zhao Lin knocked on the door a few times, and someone in the yard answered, "It's so early, who is it?"

"Brother Qian, it's me, Zhao Lin from Sanjia Village, my father is Zhao Baotian."

The courtyard door opened, and a man in his thirties with a mustache poked his head out from the crack of the door.

"Are you Zhao Shan's brother?"

"Yes, Brother Qian remembered." Zhao Lin said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)