Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

Chapter 13
The process of buying a bow on credit was smoother than Zhao Xuan imagined.

The owner of the blacksmith shop overcame everyone's objections and handed him an ox-horn bow and twenty brand-new iron arrows.

Not even a piece of agreement was signed.

Some guys just questioned, what if Zhao Xuan took the bow and arrow and ran away?

Instead, he was scolded by the blacksmith shop owner.

In return, Zhao Xuan did not sell the rabbit to the blacksmith shop owner, but packaged it and sold it to the butcher shop, netting him four and a half cents.

The reason is that I can't take advantage of the blacksmith shop owner, and I want to go somewhere else to earn enough one tael of silver to pay back the money I owe.

The fact is that he has no intention of buying it and only wants to rent it for one penny.

When Zhao Xuan walked away, an old man approached the blacksmith shop owner and asked in a low voice: "Brother, do you want to recruit this person?"

The owner of the blacksmith shop shook his fan: "Have you seen the rabbits he hunted? They basically hit the eye sockets and killed them with one blow."

"At such an age, with such talent, he must be a marksman. You and I are ordered to lurk to find out information. How can we not recruit talents for the sect?"

The old man chuckled: "What the elder brother said is absolutely true. If he can really become a marksman, you and I will not only have a lot of help in the teaching, but we can also use this merit to be transferred to the main altar."

"But seeing as how difficult it is for him to recruit, what will eldest brother do?"

The owner of the blacksmith shop didn't take it seriously: "Didn't he get robbed once by a government servant?"

"Two days later, you revealed the news that he was carrying an ox-horn bow, and he was robbed by the government officials again."

The old man gave a thumbs up: "High, really high."

"In this way, he will not only hate the government even more, but also be grateful to his elder brother. With a little guidance, he will definitely be of use to us."

The owner of the blacksmith shop had no expression on his face, but was solemn: "The court is immoral and the government is immoral. If he can join our religion, isn't it redemption?"

……

"You accurately predicted the direction of the hare's dodge. You hit the target ten times out of ten, and your archery skills have been greatly improved."

"Basic Archery: 100/100."

"The basic archery skill is increased to 100, reaching the perfect level, the arm strength is increased by 100 kilograms, and the sensory extension is [-] meters."

Zhao Xuan put down his bow and arrow and let out a breath.

Under his feet were sixteen rabbits.

Some of them are small, only about ten pounds.

He suspected that he had almost killed all the rabbits in the nearby mountains.

However, this thing reproduces quickly, and within two years, the number will increase again.

Today is the third day.

Zhao Xuan rushed to the market first and sold the prey in batches to the inn, grain store, cloth store and butcher shop.

He did some calculations, and adding in the income from the previous two days, the total amount was two or three coins.

Having a good bow will indeed double your profits.

After returning from selling the goods, Zhao Xuan went to the mountain, retrieved the hidden silver coins, mixed them with his own savings, wrapped them in a few pieces of cloth, and put them close to his body.

Then they packed clothes, shoes and other daily necessities, packed them in bags, and prepared to leave the village.

He would return the bow and arrows later, and then take the ox cart at the inn to the county town, which happened to be on the way.

When leaving, Zhao Xuan did not hide anything and was open and aboveboard.

When the villagers working in the fields saw him carrying a baggage, they couldn't help but ask, "Zhao Er, where are you going with your things?"

Zhao Xuan replied: "The Hu family is cruel. I'm afraid they will come again, so I plan to go out to avoid them."

When he couldn't explain it clearly, he could only do this and try to remind others.

"Ha ha ha ha."

What greeted him was a burst of ridicule.

The villager laughed and said, "Zhao Er, you are too cowardly. The Hu family has left and will not come back again."

"Besides, there are officials here, what are you afraid of?"

Someone echoed: "Yes, no matter how big the Hu family is, can they be bigger than the government?"

"You hid behind and didn't hear that day. I heard with my own ears the official on horseback scolding the Hu family and asking them to release him."

"They left that day." Others also agreed: "Yes, it was all caused by Chen Ergou and the village chief. They are all dead. What does it have to do with us?"

"You are so timid, even worse than a woman like me, haha."

They were laughing at Zhao Xuan for being as timid as a mouse.

Zhao Xuan couldn't help but think of a sentence: let go of helping others and respect the fate of others.

Some people even saw the excitement and ran to notify Zhao Da.

Zhao Da hurried over and scolded him without asking the reason: "If you want to have nothing to do, come with me to work in the fields. Carrying a bag will make you look embarrassed here. You will embarrass the old Zhao family."

Zhao Xuan shook his head and advised instead: "Brother, do you want to come with me?"

Zhao said angrily: "Why are you so crazy? You don't want your family's fields and houses?"

"I tell you, if you dare to leave today, you will no longer have a share of the fields left by your parents."

Zhao Xuan laughed, I am trying my best to save you, are you playing tricks on me?

He is really a dear brother.

"Okay, I'll leave the fields to you, and there's still some food in the old house. I'll give it all to you."

Zhao Xuan dropped these words, basked in the autumn sunshine, and waved to the low mountain village where he was born and raised, not taking away a single cloud.

……

mountain road.

Zhao Xuan was carrying two burdens and walking as fast as flying.

He had to get on the ox cart from the post station to the county seat before noon.

Otherwise, we would not be able to enter the city before dark and would have to sleep in the wilderness.

I saw someone coming from a distance and slowed down, not wanting to attract attention.

Hey, how could you meet a government official in the wild mountains?
Hey, he's still an "acquaintance". Isn't this the one who collected his horn bow?

The bitch who ransacked his house while investigating the case.

Hard, fist hard.

The other party also saw Zhao Xuan, and his eyes rested on the horn bow on his back for a moment.

Zhao Xuan didn't want to cause trouble, so he lowered his head slightly and prepared to pass by.

Unexpectedly, the yamen officer suddenly pulled out a steel knife and stopped him in front of him: "Stop, I think you are acting suspiciously and are not like a good citizen. Quickly put down the baggage and let me check."

Zhao Xuan had not spoken yet, but hesitated for a moment before being scolded: "Dare you resist? Come, follow me back to the county office. When you get to the prison, you will be honest."

After saying that, he would use the iron chain to lock Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan was stunned.

Are you a government servant or a bandit?

He seemed to see the scene a few days ago replaying before him.

He took a few steps back, avoided the yamen's chains, and said with an apologetic smile: "Master, don't be angry. Being angry can hurt your health. If you have anything to say, please speak it out."

Seeing that he was hiding, the officer became more aggressive and slashed at him with a knife, cursing: "You dare to hide, you unruly man? You are seeking death."

Zhao Xuan, who was forced to leave his hometown, was angry in his heart no matter how open-minded he was.

Once again, he met a government servant who was worse than a bandit. New grudges were added to old grudges, making him even more angry.

Until the yamen officer used the knife, which added fuel to the fire and made him furious.

He glanced around to make sure no one was there, dodged the gap between the knives, pulled out a bamboo arrow, easily broke through the officer's defense, and pierced his throat.

This time, with an arm strength of more than 200 kilograms, can you stop it?
The bamboo arrow penetrated from the back of the officer's neck, and his eyes widened. He had never thought that the mountain people who were at his mercy like Sun Tzu a few days ago would dare to kill people.

He subconsciously covered his throat with his hands, made a "ho ho" sound, and fell to the ground dead.

Zhao Xuan sighed: "They all said that being angry will hurt your body, but you don't believe it, so you should die."

He pulled out the bamboo arrow, avoided the splatter of blood, and looked at the corpse with sadness.

You said it didn't matter if you were dead, but you wasted my time destroying the body and destroying all traces.

Why bother?

(End of this chapter)