Chapter 7

Liang Qu gritted his teeth.

Zheng Xiang, Zhang the Scabby, not one good person!

Last night, Zheng Xiang left so decisively, not even wanting the yellow fish. He really thought the other party just wanted to do a deal, even if it involved personal freedom, but Great Shun is not a harmonious society where everyone is equal. As a result, the last straw was placed by that dog slave.

"Water Brother, Water Big Brother, I've said everything I should say. I will definitely pay back the silver I owe in the future. Please be kind and just let me go like a fart."

Zhang Tieniu, who was tortured to the point of being on his last breath, finally mustered the strength to say a coherent sentence. Seeing Liang Qu look over, he hurriedly looked up and squeezed out a smile.

Liang Qu looked hesitant, looking like he couldn't bear to do it.

Zhang Tieniu was secretly happy. Just as he wanted to add fuel to the fire and beg, he found that the figure beside him suddenly disappeared, and a shadow appeared above his head.

He looked up blankly and suddenly screamed. He saw a hanging human face leaning over, those pitch-black eyes staring straight at him. Amidst the disheveled hair, the human face grinned silently, and two rows of grim white teeth were pressed against his face, as if to bite off his neck!

"Water Brother, Water Brother! What are you doing? Don't scare me!"

Zhang Tieniu's heart stopped beating. He moved backward in horror and stepped into the water with one foot.

Liang Qu stared at Zhang the Scabby, who was bleeding from his head, and restrained his smile: "You just... saw me controlling water, right?"

"Control water, what control water, I don't know, I didn't see anything!"

"Whether you saw it or not, it doesn't matter."

Liang Qu stood up. The sunset slanted, casting a long shadow on the sampan.

The river breeze blew, the seeded reeds swayed, and the reed flowers drifted away.

Zhang Tieniu saw the terrifying face leave, and his tense heart relaxed slightly. But as time passed, he became more and more uneasy under the shadow. He tried hard to look up, but could only see the black figure surrounded by gold edges.

He moved down again to look up at a larger angle. In a trance, he saw a playful face and, further above, a stone held high!

Zhang Tieniu's pupils shrank, his throat trembled, but before the fishy breath could surge up.

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Splash!

A huge splash was set off in the reed marsh. In the white foam, there was a trace of dark red mixed in.

A black shadow swam at the bottom of the boat. The pig-dragon wagged its tail, dragging the corpse tied with the stone weapon toward the deep water.

Liang Qu, who had finished everything, collapsed on the sampan. His heart was beating violently, and his saliva was sticky like glue. He raised his hand and saw his hands shaking, his fingernails full of blood foam.

For the first time in his life, a series of killing actions were smooth in his hands.

"Zhang Tieniu bullied people too much. If I didn't take advantage of his illness to take his life, even if I saved money by fishing, he would still target me when his wounds healed. Ugh."

Liang Qu lay on the side of the boat and retched, only spitting out some stomach acid.

Even if he had made enough reasons and made up his mind, when he really started, his mind was still blank. He smashed it until the back of his head completely collapsed before stopping, bloody and blurred.

There are many carnivorous fierce fish in Jianghuai Marsh-Mist. Attracted by the smell of blood, it won't be long before Zhang Tieniu's traces will completely disappear from this world.

After retching, Liang Qu sat back on the boat.

As of now, not to mention the covered boat turning into a small sampan, he was also targeted by the Zhao mansion for no reason. He didn't know if Master Zhao was involved.

The whole thing sounded like just the idea of Zheng Xiang and Zhang Daniu, but it was all Zhang Tieniu's one-sided words. Whether Zheng Xiang wanted to please Master Zhao or acted under Master Zhao's instructions was unknown. A steward wouldn't tell a rascal about various secrets.

The former is fine, the latter is troublesome.

Master Zhao is over sixty, disgusting, disgusting!

Liang Qu has been a virgin for almost forty years in his past and present lives. Some old things have already played enough and want to do something perverted.

The only thing worth comforting is the two taels of broken silver in the bag.

The Zhao mansion cannot be offended, so he can only save enough seven taels of silver as soon as possible, go to the Yang family martial arts school in Pingyang Town to learn martial arts, and earn a good status.

But this sampan, how can it be used openly?

Time flies.

On the fog-covered port, figures moved.

In the middle of the night, when fish gather to move and forage, it is the best time for fishing. Experienced fishermen will take this time to untie the ropes and leave the boat.

In the Marsh-Mist, however, a teenager was poling, going against the current back to the port.

A man untied the rope and was about to pole the boat to set off. He saw who the visitor was: "A-Shui? Isn't your family's boat a covered boat? How did it become a small sampan? And why are you back at this hour?"

Liang Qu raised his eyes and smiled: "It's Uncle Chen Yi."

This Uncle Chen is not the Chen Qingjiang who sent cakes when he first arrived. There are many Chen families in Yixing City. The one in front of him is another one, just an acquaintance.

Liang Qu saw other fishermen in twos and threes around and knew the atmosphere was right, so he looked sorrowful, his expression sad, as if he was about to shed tears: "Uncle Yi, you also know, a month ago my father..."

A few indignant words mixed with one or two sighs, Liang Qu intermittently told the whole story of Zhang the Scabby bullying him after his "father" died.

It's just that he made slight modifications in individual places. For example, Zhang the Scabby originally snatched the covered boat directly, which became Zhang the Scabby forcibly exchanging it with his own sampan.

After listening to the story, the fishermen present did not doubt it, and even felt it was reasonable.

Snatching a fisherman's boat is like killing one's parents. Zhang the Scabby didn't publicize it, so not many people knew about it, and those who knew didn't know clearly whether there was an "exchange" or not.

Zhang the Scabby was a bully who feared the strong and bullied the weak. He rarely provoked those with big surnames and didn't dare to do things too far. It was just because Liang Qu, an orphan, had no one to rely on and had a good boat at the same time. Under the temptation of wealth, Zhang Tieniu would be so unscrupulous.

"This Zhang the Scabby, he really did all the bad things."

"Should have dealt with him long ago."

"Yes, he comes to my fish basket to snatch fish every day. I really want to slap him to death with an oar!"

For a time, there was indignation at the port. But if you listen carefully, you can find that most of them were curses and resentment, and no one proposed to preside over justice for Liang Qu and go to Zhang the Scabby to get back the covered boat.

Zhang the Scabby was tall and big, and he was a bachelor. He was not afraid of wearing shoes. Everyone had old and young, and didn't want to provoke trouble for an orphan.

Liang Qu sighed, lifted the wooden board, revealing a dozen fish inside: "Without handy fishing gear, I caught fish for a day today, and I'm really tired. Just had some harvest, and I have to go back to sleep."

Everyone took a look. They were all grass carp and silver carp, worth about twenty or thirty wen. They nodded one after another, and then stopped chatting and went out on the boat.

Liang Qu's hanging heart was let go.

Keeping a clean break with Zhang the Scabby would only seem deliberate.

If someone combed through the whole thing from beginning to end, they would definitely find something tricky. For example, since it was an exchange of boats, why would Zhang Tieniu choose to sell the covered boat?

Even if he was a loafer, he wouldn't leave no room at all, right?

Although it can be explained, the logic chain is inevitably weak.

But people also taboo excessive self-consciousness, feeling that others pay so much attention to themselves.

The world doesn't revolve around anyone. For side matters and trivial matters that don't concern themselves, other people's memories are actually very blurry. With a little guidance, they can be led to another completely different direction.

No one would think that a teenager could be so bold and have the ability to intercept and kill a strong man.

As long as a seed is planted and there are no obvious flaws, this seed can sprout and develop into an "established fact."