The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1750 In the world of martial arts, the most important thing is to survive!
Qinghe County, Niutou Mountain
Cheers echoed across the mountaintop.
"Commander Wu is mighty! Commander Wu is mighty!"

brandishing his knife and shouting, the constables were already impressed by Wu Song's superb martial arts skills.
Carrying his spear, Zhang Cheng stepped forward and saw many bandits kneeling on the ground, bound by ropes. He immediately said, "Squad leader, I was down there and didn't see anyone escape down the mountain!"

"Ok!"

Addressing Liu, the squad leader in front of him, Zhang Cheng gestured with his hand, but his eyes conveyed a clear signal.
Sensing Zhang Cheng's meaning, Liu Bantou knew now was not the time to press for answers, so he didn't say anything more.
Just then, a constable ran in and said, "Captain, Captain, there are still more than ten women locked up in the dungeon!"

"what?"

Upon hearing these words, Wu Song, without saying a word, immediately grabbed his knife and rushed to the back.

However, when he saw the women in the dungeon, he couldn't help but roar, "These bastards!"

Stepping outside, Zhang Cheng immediately frowned.
Because the bandits on Niutou Mountain are truly a bunch of weeds!

"Sigh, they're all such pitiful people!"

Looking at the ragged women and the many others covered in wounds, Liu, the squad leader, immediately turned his head and said, "Go find some clothes for them to wear."

"Yes, squad leader!"

Zhang Cheng nodded to Liu Bantou, then immediately turned and left.

However, just as he emerged, Wu Song was already gripping his iron sword and ruthlessly slaughtering the remaining bandits.

Watching the heads roll on the ground, Zhang Cheng felt nothing but cold indifference.

Because this era is inherently cannibalistic.
If a nation wants to remain strong and self-reliant, it can only continue its glory through the bloodshed of foreign tribes.
Unfortunately, the Northern Song Dynasty couldn't do this.
Even if a divinely appointed general to restore the dynasty were presented to them, they would only be regarded as a crude and vulgar warrior!
Therefore, one must rely on oneself!
Upon returning to Qinghe County, the county government confiscated the silver from Niutou Mountain. However, since all the bandits had been killed, the magistrate was unsure of the exact amount of silver.
But as the head constable, Wu Song had no intention of keeping any for himself; on the contrary, he handed it all over.
After leaving the yamen, Zhang Cheng went to the nearby butcher shop, bought two catties of mutton, and returned home.
But before he could even heat the oil in the pan, there was a knock on the door.

"Squad Leader Liu!"

Zhang Cheng cupped his hands in a gesture of greeting, and looked at the other person with a broad smile.

"Alright, here you go! This is the reward for this bandit suppression!"

Liu, the head constable, took out a half-tael of silver and handed it to Zhang Cheng.
Seeing what he had in his hand, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile.
Because their county magistrate is really generous! He actually gave the constables who risked their lives half a tael of silver!
You should know that although Zhang Cheng didn't know how much silver was on the mountain, there was at least ten thousand taels of silver!

What do you mean by this today?

Looking at Zhang Cheng with curiosity, Liu, the squad leader, asked with some confusion,
"What I actually wanted to tell the squad leader was that I found someone who had escaped, and I got this from him!"

Zhang Cheng took out a silver ingot from his pocket and handed it to Liu Bantou.

Looking at Zhang Cheng in surprise, Liu Bantou said meaningfully, "Since you've already got it, why are you offering it to me?"

"Isn't this all thanks to the foreman for taking care of us over the past two months?"

Addressing Liu, the squad leader, Zhang Cheng explained with a broad smile.
"You've finally come to your senses. But I won't take your money for nothing. There's a delivery job coming up, and I'm thinking of having you do it! What do you say?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in front of him, Liu Bantou laughed.
"May I ask, squad leader, where are you headed?"

Looking excitedly at Liu Bantou, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but get excited.
Because government officials receive subsidies when they go on official business.

Although he didn't care about the money, the problem was, if he acted strangely, wouldn't that be a problem?
Now that I've become a constable, I must "play" that role well.
After all, these days, who isn't a movie star?

"Don't even think about Bianjing, that's not something I can arrange! The prisoners being escorted this time are being exiled to the border troops." As he spoke to Zhang Cheng, Liu, the squad leader, laughed and said, "If you handle this matter well, I'll recommend you for the Six Doors!"

"The Six Doors? The head constable has that kind of connection?"

Staring in astonishment at Liu, Zhang Cheng was also surprised.
Because the Six Doors are considered a "holy land" among all constables.

Don't be fooled by the fact that high-ranking officials and nobles consider being a constable a lowly profession; for ordinary people to become a constable, it takes a lot of money!
Just like Wu Song, after he became a constable, Wu Dalang was proud of him!
“Every few years, the government will recommend people, but whether you succeed depends on yourself!”

When addressing Zhang Cheng, Foreman Liu didn't make empty promises.

After all, Qinghe County has quotas for recommendations, so it doesn't matter who goes.
Moreover, some constables are unwilling to go to the Six Doors, because that not only means leaving their hometown, but also means they can no longer "run rampant" at home!

"Thank you very much, foreman!"

Zhang Cheng bowed to Liu Bantou in greeting and smiled.

Because the Six Doors is also a good place. In the world of martial arts, what's the most important thing? It's getting by!
No matter how well you do in Qinghe County, you can only listen to music in the brothels of the county town. But if you go to the Six Doors, you can listen to music in the brothels of Bianliang!

Liu Bantou: So after all this time, you're planning to listen to music somewhere else?

Zhang Cheng: How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? I'm going to have my way with the brothels in Bianliang!
After Liu Bantou left, Zhang Cheng sliced ​​ginger, prepared some dogwood, and then dipped it in the tender mutton to eat.

After a hearty meal and drinks, Zhang Cheng, who had been resting for a long time, went to the courtyard, picked up his sword, and began to demonstrate his martial arts.
As his single-edged sword whistled through the air, Zhang Cheng immediately discarded the sword and picked up his spear.

"Wow!"

With a flourish of his spear, Zhang Cheng swiftly slashed in all directions.

Looking at the spear that was wielded like an arm, Zhang Cheng slammed it to the ground with his other hand, wiping away his sweat and saying, "This body is still too weak!"

Thinking of Wu Song's proud and upright figure, Zhang Cheng's lips twitched.
As things stand, he and Wu Song are only about 30/70 in terms of chance!

After killing himself with three punches, Wu Song waited for the seventh-day memorial feast!

With combat skills far exceeding those of ordinary people, Zhang Cheng is capable of overthrowing his superiors to some extent, but the problem is, it depends on who he's facing!
Facing a demon-slaying lord from heaven and a god of war on earth like Wu Song, well, sorry, he'll show you what true Chinese toughness and manners are in just three punches, and what a damn land of etiquette is all about!
Exhaling a breath of stale air, Zhang Cheng put down his spear and couldn't help but twist his neck, saying, "Speaking of which, with my martial arts skills, I should be able to beat up Ximen Qing who got the wrong script, right?"

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Zhang Cheng felt it necessary to kill his "good older brother" before leaving.
After all, once Wu Song loses Wu Dalang, there will truly be no one to control him.

Zhang Cheng was planning to take Wu Song with him on his official career path, but if a wanted poster appears, wouldn't he be helpless?
Ximen Qing: I even took you to a brothel!
Zhang Cheng: I don't care if my brothers are bullied, whether they're brothers or not!

After resting for two days, Zhang Cheng learned that Wu Song had gone out, which puzzled him.
Because if he leaves this time, something bad will happen when he comes back!

Zhang Cheng rushed to a spot not far from Wu Dalang's house without stopping, but he was still a step too slow, because Pan Jinlian's window-propping stick had already fallen.
Looking at Pan Jinlian staring at Ximen Qing, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but twitch his lips and say, "Am I witnessing history? I wonder if this experience will be written in the history books in the future?"

Turning his head to look at both sides, Zhang Cheng sighed upon realizing there were no historians present.

Because historians are essentially "sticks" that "eat off" books. If you don't let them write, unofficial histories will fly everywhere. If you let them write, well, sorry, they'll ruin their reputation in their later years!

Historian: Your Majesty, what did you say again?

Zhang Cheng:
(End of this chapter)