Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

Another tax collector standing nearby was stunned when he saw this scene.

He had never thought that someone in the village below would actually attack them, the tax collectors.

They were different from those runners. They were proper "officials" who were paid by the government.

They could enjoy the opportunity to practice martial arts in the court, and could be considered as a minor official of the ninth rank.

At the very least, they were at the bone refining realm.

They represented the face of the government, and the support behind them was the Great Zhou court.

This was the reason why they were so arrogant outside.

Otherwise, how could they dare to be so arrogant as ordinary people?

The tax collector reacted immediately and shouted: "You are so bold, looking for..."

Puff!

Before he finished speaking, the tiger-head knife in his hand was only half pulled out, and Shen Qing's two fingers had already arrived first.

In the surprised eyes of the tax collector, along his jaw, inserted into his throat.

After Shen Qing was blessed by the Blood Tyrant Technique, the strength of his arms was extremely terrifying. Combined with the power-generating technique of the Wind-Swallowing Finger, the effect of one plus one being greater than two was achieved.

The throat of this tax collector was like tofu, and his fingers easily penetrated it.

Without a trace of hesitation.

The scene suddenly fell into a strange silence.

"Hehehe..."

The trachea of ​​the two tax collectors was blocked by Shen Qing's fingers, and they couldn't speak.

The blood flowed up along their throats.

Shen Qing's face turned cold, and he stirred two fingers inside, hooked them, and pulled them out.

From the throats of the two tax collectors, a piece of red tubular object was pulled out.

The blood plasma was like a faucet, constantly splashing out.

The two tax collectors covered their necks, stared at Shen Qing with their eyes wide open, and took two steps back.

Under the gaze of Shen Qing and many villagers of Hongshan Village, they knelt on the ground with a plop and fell to the ground face to face.

Like an earthworm, it kept curling up and finally stopped moving.

The blood of the two people pooled together, forming a small blood pool.

Waves of strong bloody smell continued to spread from it, filling the mouths and noses of everyone.

Shen Qing's face was solemn, and he threw the two pieces of tubular objects in his hand to the ground, turned around and looked at everyone.

An old elder of the Shen family in the village trembled and said in a trembling voice: "Qing... Qingzi, how can you... do this? They are officials, not runners?"

The so-called runners are people hired by the government from various martial arts halls to do work.

Work a day, get a day's pay.

Many of them are even in gangs in private, with a mixed bag of good and bad people, and their skills are also uneven, and they often do hard and tiring work.

Even if they die, it is not particularly serious.

But these "officials" are different.

Killing them will cause trouble.

Shen Qing glanced at the elder of the Shen family, and he said in a flat tone: "I am just a troublemaker, why can't I?"

"Ah!"

"If you kill these two officials, it will only attract more officials. In the end, none of us can escape and we will all die!"

Shen Qing said coldly: "So we should be bullied by them, oppressed by them, killed by them, and our brothers and sisters should be ravaged by them? Now there are evil tigers in the mountains. If each of us pays these spring taxes, do you think we still have a way to survive?"

"If we kill them now, we will die. If we don't kill them, we will die. Waiting to die? It's better to kill them. If we die, we can drag someone down with us. Why not?"

Many villagers were silent.

Because every word Shen Qing said was the truth.

Just now, in front of them, an old hunter was beheaded to set an example.

Why can two tax officials be killed, but they can't?

There is no such reason in the world.

Everyone's face began to be uncertain, with anger, fear, hatred, and happiness and gloating.

Shen Qing looked around at the crowd, taking in their expressions, and his mouth curled up.

He didn't stab the two officials to death on impulse.

When he saw the tax collector behead the old hunter in the village, he immediately realized that this was a good opportunity to win people's hearts.

The people from the county government didn't show up, but just because two tax collectors came, the villagers of Hongshan Village were willing to hand over the money.

Why?

Because they were afraid!

They were afraid that if they didn't pay, these tax collectors and the government would not let them go and would not give them a way to live.

What were they afraid of?

Anger!

Shen Qing took the lead to bring out the anger in their hearts.

To use it for his own benefit.

Shen Qing was not afraid of these people reporting him.

Because according to the style of the county government, even if they testified and cleared themselves of the matter, the county government would not give them a light sentence, and it would not benefit them.

Maybe they would even increase the punishment.

In addition, the tradition of the village to share the same hatred against the enemy, this kind of thing is purely harmful to others and not beneficial to oneself.

There are evil officials in front, and there are tiger monsters in the mountains.

It's not him who is forced into a desperate situation.

As Shen Qing expected, his words were recognized by many people.

Two and a half taels of silver is not a small amount.

After paying this spring tax, what about the summer tax, autumn tax, and winter tax?

The appetites of those people in the government office will never be satisfied!

If they hadn't killed the Chen family before, they would have divided a lot.

They may not be able to collect the money for the spring tax this time.

"Qingzi is right! If you kill them now, you will die. If you don't kill them, you will die too. Why wait for death?"

Among the many villagers, there was a hot-blooded young hunter who said excitedly: "Now most of the prey in the mountains is fed to the monster tiger. My father and I can't even earn 50 coins in a day by going up the mountain to hunt."

"After paying this spring tax, our family will no longer have any surplus food. These evil officials just want us dead!"

Tian Xiaohu shouted loudly: "Good kill, I am also a troublemaker, if the government wants to arrest me, just let them do it. I killed these two officials! It has nothing to do with Qingzi!"

"Count me in, it has nothing to do with Qingzi!" Another person stood up and shouted indignantly.

"Count me in!"

"I..."

The scene suddenly became heated.

Having seen enough, Shen Qing put his hands behind his back and said seriously: "There is no need to argue. People are dead. It doesn't matter who killed them. What we need to think about is what to do next?"

Others quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, what should we do next?"

Shen Qing paced left and right, thought for a while and said: "Now if the monster tiger in the mountain is not eliminated, we will not get much here at all. It is difficult to live well. The best way is to move somewhere else."

Zhang Baoqing asked: "Where to move to?"

"The world does not want people to live, let's go to the city to seek a way to survive!" Shen Qing said his final idea.

"Go to the city?!"

Everyone looked at each other.

They never thought that Shen Qing would come up with such a method.

"But how can the city be so easy to enter? What can we do for a living in the past?"

The Great Zhou Kingdom is very strict about the identity of the people.

People of different nationalities should perform their duties and make full use of their abilities.

They are all hunters. If they go to the city, they will not have a place to stay or a legitimate job for a long time. It won't take long for them to be decertified and become unemployed vagrants.

This is a risk for them.

However, Shen Qing doesn't think so.