My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 38 Assassination
Linjiang Street, under the jurisdiction of Zeng Anmin.

The sun was just beginning to shine, and although it was early winter, there were still countless trackers shouting and trying their best to drag the big ship into the water.

Wangxianlou, a restaurant specially prepared for passing caravans, is always busy every day.

In a box in the building.

Zeng Anmin looked at Shen Jun in front of him with a calm gaze.

"So, there was no sign of your uncle's disappearance?"

"Well, my uncle has been leading a fleet on the water for many years and has come into contact with many forces. As for who he might have offended, I really can't imagine."

When Shen Jun heard Zeng Anmin's words, he nodded solemnly.

After returning to Xuan Jing Si yesterday, Zeng Anmin checked a lot of files but found no clues about Shen Liu.

So he came to the building today to ask Shen Jun.

"Where do you think your uncle is hiding?"

Zeng Anmin crossed his arms and looked into Shen Jun's eyes.

Shen Jun did not dare to neglect it. He pondered for a long time, then smiled bitterly and said:

"My uncle has been traveling around with the family business since he was ten years old. He knows almost all the terrain along the river by heart. There are many nameless mountains along the river. If he wants to hide, he can just find an nameless mountain anywhere. Even a god would find it difficult to find him."

"Have you ever been on a caravan with him?"

Shen Jun was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Of course I have."

"Is there any place that impressed you? Or, is there any place that your uncle is particularly nostalgic for?"

Zeng Anmin's voice was oppressive.

As soon as these words came out, Shen Jun's face turned hesitant.

"What? You don't want to say?"

Zeng Anmin's face turned cold.

Shen Jun sighed, "There is an island very close to Liangjiang County. Back then, my uncle led a team out to the river and encountered pirates. After a fight, the whole team was killed, and only my uncle escaped. He drifted on the river for two days and reached that deserted mountain..."

At this point, he seemed to accept his fate and said:

"There are water sources and trees on the barren mountain, as well as many wild animals. If an ordinary person were to get into trouble there, he could still survive. If my uncle really wanted to hide, he would probably be there."

Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this:
“Who knows this place?”

"My uncle just told me by chance."

"Go back and pack your things, and take me to the barren mountain you mentioned tomorrow."

Zeng Anmin slowly stood up and walked downstairs:

"If I can find your uncle, I will forgive him for killing his wife."

In feudal society, if a wife had an affair with a stranger, the woman would be killed if her husband reported it to the police.

What Shen Liu committed was only lynching, which could be a big or small matter.

"Yes!"

After hearing this, Shen Jun's face suddenly lit up.

…………

After going downstairs, Zeng Anmin's lips curled up into a smile.

If the Shen family case is handled well, he might be able to help his father get a group of powerful subordinates.

The Shen family of Liangjiang County is the largest shipping merchant in the entire Fengqi Road.

One step closer to living a life of luxury and debauchery.

Having traveled through time and space and never being a rich man for even a day, he always has some obsessions in his heart.

Mount the horse and look towards the dock.

At this time, a large ship was slowly approaching the dock.

Zeng Anmin looked at the words "King of Jiang" floating on the big ship with a deep gaze, and a smile flashed across his face.

The boat of Prince Jiang’s Mansion.

That needs to be checked carefully!
"Stop them and get checked!"

Zeng Anmin looked at one of his men and pointed at the large ship that was about to dock.

The left clerk of Xuan Jing Si had the authority to inspect the supplies on board.

"Yes." Without any hesitation, the subordinate called a dozen men in red clothes and walked towards the pier.

When the boat docked, after a few greetings, a middle-aged man with a big belly walked out of the boat.

After negotiating with those men in red, the middle-aged man showed a flattering smile on his face and walked towards Zeng Anmin.

"I am Wang Fu, a humble commoner. Nice to meet this gentleman."

After saying that, he took out a silver note from his sleeve without leaving a trace and handed it to Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows.

Tsk.

Evil feudal society.

Zeng Anmin looked at him coldly: "Stop talking so much nonsense and accept the interrogation."

After saying that, he took the lead and boarded the big ship.

When we got to the deck, we saw several boatmen who came out to deflate the boat, as well as several guards.

When these people saw the official robes on themselves, they subconsciously lowered their heads and bent their bodies.

"This..." The man who called himself Wang Fu had a bitter face and followed Zeng Anmin with a smile.

"What's on this ship?"

Zeng Anmin walked into the hold while looking at Wang Fu's face.

"They are all daily necessities, including soap beans, cloth, and linen... These goods are from Prince Jiang's Mansion..."

Wang Fu did not give out the silver, thinking that the gentleman thought it was too little. He did not want to give more, so he could only use his own backers to see if he could intimidate this boy.

Zeng Anmin sneered, "Jiang Palace? I don't care whose goods they are, I just care if there is anything fishy about them!"

After saying that, he walked towards the rows of boxes, patted them with his hands and said:

"Open!"

"Yes." Two men in red clothes came up, drew their swords from their waists, and gently pried the gap on the lid of the box.

"Click~"

When the lid is opened, a fragrant aroma wafts into the air.

Smelling the familiar smell, Zeng Anmin looked towards the box.

Soap?

Well, Zeng Anmin, who still wanted to make a fortune by making soap, gave up the idea.

People in this world are not stupid, and the government does not deliberately suppress businessmen.

Therefore, some strange and bizarre things have developed better than in the feudal society of the previous life.

wrong.

Zeng Anmin picked up a piece of soap, put it in front of his nose and smelled it. He smelled a different smell.

“Is this sulfur soap?”

Zeng Anmin looked up at Wang Fu.

Wang Fu was stunned for a moment. "Sulfur?"

"It's the yellow teeth."

Zeng Anmin explained.

Sulfur is called yellow teeth in this world, and its main use among the people is in medicine.

"Your Excellency also knows the art of making soapberries?!"

Wang Fu looked at Zeng Anmin in surprise.

"Just a little bit."

Zeng Anmin ordered people to open a few more boxes, and found sulfur stone, which is the material for refining sulfur.

After a quick glance, he looked towards another place.

“This is a warehouse for cloth.”

Wang Fu actively introduced it to Zeng Anmin.

After a quick look, Zeng Anmin walked out of the boat.

He did not find anything wrong and checked the ship on a whim.

"Sir, please take care..."

After Wang Fu sent Zeng Anmin away with a smile, he gently wiped the sweat from his head.

……

"Soap has been made, so is distilled liquor also made?"

After Zeng Anmin got off the boat, he looked up at the river.

"What about the glass? There shouldn't be glass too, right?" Zeng Anmin was a little depressed.

He just waved his hand and the word "pack up" was not uttered yet.

Suddenly, a "Chiu!" sound was heard.

"Pfft!"

The man in red clothes closest to him had an extra dart in his throat.

Blood flowed.

"Killing people!!!"

The crowd around them suddenly burst into a cry of fear.

Zeng Anmin frowned and looked over.

A figure with a black...cat head, holding a short knife, slowly approached him...

assassin!

He is at least an assassin at the eighth level of the Yangxi realm.

The corners of Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched slightly.

He looked at the black cat-faced hood on the assassin's head who was moving towards him step by step...

Even the short sword in his hand is exactly the same as his own...

And seeing the sharp edge coming from the knife, it seems to be a spiritual weapon...

You are Black Cat Warrior, then who am I? ?

However, he also knew.

What I am considering now is how to survive this crisis without exposing my identity in public?
(End of this chapter)