Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Dark clouds cover the moon.

Zhao Changlin swung his long sword, and the scimitar landed on the blade. Only the scimitar made a crisp sound and slid across the Bi'an pattern on the long blade.

Finally it stopped at the inky long blade guard.

"Silver Moon... Scimitar?"

Zhao Changlin recognized this special scimitar at just one glance. She was stunned for a moment, but... she was not too surprised.

Longcheng is very close to Xizhou City, but its geographical location is not half as good as Xizhou City. It is close to the inland and cannot do port business.

Farmers have few good plots of land for farming. Most of the land is rocky and they can only grow a few handfuls of crops and some vegetables in the rocky depressions.

If the rain is heavy on rainy days, it can wash away the vegetable fields.

Therefore, many of the bandits in Xizhou City were not local people in Xizhou City, but people from Longcheng who fled from other places to escape famine.

As soon as the people of Xizhou City were born, they would follow their parents to go fishing at sea, so even if they were starving, they still had an instinct for survival.

They don't want to be the outlaws, living in fear all day long, sleeping in the open air, with their heads hanging on their belts, and they might die any day.

The corpse was rotten and smelly, and the wild dog swallowed it whole in one gulp, just like chewing a pig bone.

Turned into a pile of dog shit.

Most of those who were able to submit their letters of surrender were indeed desperate and had no means of making a living, or they were extremely vicious criminals who had killed innocent people and violated the court's discipline.

What kind of righteousness do such people have? They are just shouting a few loud slogans.

"So... you are from Longcheng?"

Xia Zhiyuan stepped forward, took out the Silver Moon Scimitar, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The craftsmanship of this scimitar was indeed extremely unique. She could even see her own eyes in the silvery white sheen of the blade.

"You bastards...I won't let you go..."

"Even if I become a ghost..."

His fingers were deeply stuck in the mud, he was breathing heavily, blood was still flowing out of his neck, but Xia Zhiyuan was not angry at the man's cursing as he was about to die.

"Which village in Longcheng are you from?"

"I have a handbook here. I sent my men to collect the handbook a few days ago. It lists women and children living alone, and elderly people without children to take care of them."

These words made the expression of the originally arrogant man freeze in an instant. He lowered his eyes... He could hardly tell whether what Xia Zhiyuan said was true or just information that was tricked into his mouth.

"You dog official... you don't want to know..."

"I will never tell that...!"

With his eyes wide open, Zhao Changlin saw him like this and knew that if he continued to bleed, this man would probably become a cold, dried corpse in a short time.

He raised his hand and his fingers moved slightly.

The other shadow guards immediately understood, put away their long swords, drew white cloth from their waists, and took out the medicine bottle.

They squatted down, sprinkled the golden medicine used to stop bleeding on the wound on the man's neck, and wrapped it with white cloth.

The endless flow of blood was finally stopped.

Xia Zhiyuan ignored him and opened the booklet directly.

"Looking at your age, you are only in your early twenties. This way, it will be easy to handle."

"In this way, the scope can be narrowed down at once."

A faint smile.

The man felt his heart beating suddenly, and the hatred in his eyes gradually turned into horror.

When he left his hometown, he swore that if he didn't make a lot of money, he would never come back in this life.

Of course... he also secretly swore that if he was killed or committed a mistake, he would never implicate his family in this life.

If you walk along the shore all year round, your feet will get wet.

As a fugitive who makes a living from this, he knows better than anyone what crimes it means to go against the imperial court and to rebel.

——Punish all nine clans.

Zhao Changlin turned his wrist, and the blade passed through the scabbard and fell back neatly.

Turning her eyes to the side, she looked at Xia Zhiyuan and admired him even more.

Zhiyuan has grown a lot in this year.

Desperadoes are not afraid of death, but... they are afraid of when they will die.

Just like those who are executed in the autumn, if they knew the date of their death, they would still eat and drink to their heart's content and die calmly.

But if they don't know when they will die, and the sword hanging over their heads has not yet fallen, they will be worried and anxious.

He couldn't eat and became thinner day by day.

"Wanshou Village - The Xu family, the two of them have a son, born in the late winter of the tenth year of Chengqian. The son is away and has not returned yet."

"Tongkan Village - the Mo family. They have a son and a daughter, twins, a boy and a girl, born in the early spring of the eleventh year of Chengqian. The second daughter married the third son of the Zhou family in Shanghe Village in the midsummer of last year. The eldest son has not returned yet."

When the man's expression came to Tongkan Village, there was no change. However... when he heard about his second daughter's wedding, he was stunned for a moment.

It turns out...it turns out that I haven’t been back for so many years.

My sister has actually already...married.

Didn’t they agree to wait for the eldest brother to come back and carry her on his back to marry?

Xia Zhiyuan closed the manual. Seeing the man's expression, she felt there was no need to continue reading.

"Longcheng is short of resources, and even farming for a living is very difficult. Most of the young talents are wandering around. During festivals, they can only ask people or post stations to bring some trivial money back home."

"I compiled these because I thought they might be useful in the future. As long as the Grand Canal is expanded, Longcheng can be used as a port for berthing. At that time, there will be a constant stream of merchants coming and going."

“Although the people of Longcheng cannot make a living by farming, they can always find a business or a job at the port.”

"Either build an inn or set up a stall..."

"Or, if you want to go north to the Imperial City to make a name for yourself, you don't need to be ripped off by the black merchants who come and go."

"The imperial court will hire Longcheng's fleet and make it an official part of the imperial court."

"The price is reasonable and the service is fair."

The man's look of astonishment turned into shock again. He didn't expect that... this woman who was extremely cunning in the boss's eyes would actually... care so much about the people.

Mining the Grand Canal was a lucrative job known to everyone, and it was also a lucrative job that countless officials fought tooth and nail for, all wanting to get a piece of.

Is it really possible to have such a pure and clear person?

Or maybe, this woman was just saying this to deceive me.

"I know you don't believe that I can do this."

"But it is an indisputable fact that Tongkan Village still exists today."

Only by using both soft and hard methods can a tightly closed mouth be gradually opened.

When the man heard the word Tongkan Village, he began to hesitate. It really didn't matter if he died, but what if it implicated his father, mother, and his sister who had just got married.

Then he will die with his eyes open in the underworld.

"I...I said..."

The turbid tears fell into the mud.

"I'll tell you everything... Please, sir, please... let my family go... They haven't had a chance to enjoy a peaceful life... because of a useless son like me..."

"I don't want... I don't want them... to be half buried in the ground and bear the responsibility for my murder and arson!"