Water Margin: I am Zhu Biao

Just as Zhu Wu was about to explode, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head, and quickly glanced at Zhu Biao's face.

"Our family doesn't cause trouble, but we also don't suffer losses."

Zhu Biao returned his gaze and said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wu's eyes immediately lit up.

"You son of a bitch! How dare you spew filth at me! Wait till your man gets out, he'll be sorry!"

Zhu Wu has finally improved; he didn't fight with the woman, but instead took a step back. If this were Dulonggang, he wouldn't care about men and women and would have kicked her long ago.

Clang!

At this moment, the courtyard gate was flung open, and a burly man, as thick as a door panel, rushed out, carrying a washing pestle as thick as a bowl.

"Who's the fool who dares to cause trouble at my doorstep?"

This guy is big, has a loud voice, and is quite intimidating.

"ha!"

Zhu Wu scoffed disdainfully, drew his long sword from its sheath at his waist, tapped it against the club in Zhao San's hand, and said mockingly:

"Your weapon is quite unusual. What, you want to wash my pants?"

Zhao San was a bit dazed, and it took him a while to see clearly what Zhu Wu was holding. He immediately took a step back.

"Who are you? Daring to brandish a knife in the street, aren't you afraid of the authorities?!"

"Go to hell!"

Zhu Wu had been holding back for a long time and kicked him in the stomach.

Zhao San wasn't just chubby; he only took two steps back but didn't fall. The kick only fueled his ferocity, and he suddenly raised the club in his hand.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

"Come!"

Zhu Wu's eyes flashed sharply, and his knife was already drawn several inches from its sheath.

Swish!

Just then, a cold glint flashed past, and Zhao San felt a lightness in his hand. Before he could react, his neck felt a chill.

"I am the Commander-in-Chief of Daming Prefecture. Are you trying to rebel in the streets?"

Zhu Biao finally made his move, slicing the club in half with a single stroke, then pressing the back of the blade against Zhao San's neck, and using words to subdue him completely.

This guy has limited courage but great strength and a somewhat fierce temper. Once he gets into a fight, given Zhu Wu's martial arts skills, the outcome is unpredictable.

If someone were to die right at Wu Song's doorstep, it would be a huge joke.

At this moment, the woman who had started the trouble was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, and the fierce light in Zhao San's eyes suddenly disappeared, leaving him too afraid to move.

He glanced sideways at the blade against his neck and stammered.

"Commander? You...you lowly scoundrel!"

"Stop talking nonsense, answer my question. Your name is Zhao San? Half a year ago, weren't you knocked unconscious in the street by Wu Song?"

Upon hearing the name Wu Song, Zhao San was visibly taken aback, his eyes flickering. Zhu Biao, growing impatient, increased the pressure on his hand and let out a low growl.

"Tell me the truth!"

"Yes, yes."

"Wu Song has been away from home for half a year, so you drove Wu Da away and seized his family's house?"

"No, that's not it!"

Unable to shake his head, Zhao San could only frantically wave his hands, his movements quite strange, resembling a fat duck whose neck had been grabbed.

"Yes, it was Master Zhang who forced Wu Da out, seized his house deed, and then sold it to me at a low price."

Zhu Biao frowned.

"Master Zhang?"

"Yes, yes, that's Wu Da's new bride, the original master of the house."

"Is his new wife surnamed Pan?"

"Yes."

"So that's how it is," Zhu Biao instantly pieced together everything.

During the time Wu Song fled to seek refuge, that damned Master Zhang, who couldn't have Pan Jinlian, harbored resentment and then married her off to Wu Da.

Still not satisfied, he used his power to seize Wuhan University's real estate.

Wu Da couldn't make a living in Qinghe, so he had to leave his hometown and go to Yanggu. Zhao San, because he had a grudge against the Wu family, got a good deal.

After a moment's thought, Zhu Biao asked in a deep voice:

"Does that Master Zhang hold an official position, or does he have a family member who is an official?"

Zuixianlou, the most luxurious restaurant on Qinghe Street, has a private room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. The door is tightly closed, and the dishes on the table are covered with white oil.

"Second Brother! Brother Wu is all well. Please sit down and I'll tell you slowly."

Zhu Biao used all his strength to barely calm the anxious Wu Song down.

"Sanlang, you're not lying to me? Is my older brother home?"

Wu Song was almost out of control at this moment, and his voice even changed tone.

"Brother Wu has moved to a neighboring county."

"What?"

Wu Song tried to get up, but Zhu Biao held him down firmly.

"Just now, I saw Zhao San. He's alive and well. Second brother, you didn't kill anyone, and you're not facing any legal trouble."

"what?"

Wu Song froze, completely stunned.

"Really?"

After a dozen or so breaths, he raised his head in disbelief, his whole body trembling slightly, his tear-red eyes filled with hope.

"Absolutely true!"

Zhu Biao nodded solemnly.

"Second brother, I've found out everything."

After a full half-incense stick's time, Zhu Biao recounted the whole story to him, without holding anything back.

This can't be hidden, and there's no need to hide it.

He firmly believed that Wu Song at this time was not yet extreme in temperament, and had just shed the psychological shackles of a murderer, so this level of hatred would not cause him to lose his mind.

"Sanlang, you're smart. How should we avenge my brother?"

Sure enough, Wu Song clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, but he didn't shout for help or kill anyone.

Zhu Biao got up and poured him a bowl of wine, then whispered four words:

"An eye for an eye!"

"good!"

Wu Song drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp and took the opportunity to wipe his face.

At the second watch of the night, the goods arrived at the inn.

Listening to Wu Song's thunderous snoring next door, Zhu Biao couldn't help but smile wryly.

Drinking when you're feeling down, drinking when you're feeling good, drinking when you have nothing to do, drinking even when you have something to do—perhaps that's what makes a hero. Three bowls of wine in the mortal world.

I admire it, but I really can't learn it.

He took out a map, unfolded it, dipped it in ink, and, relying on his memory, drew on it the counties, townships, mountains, rivers, and routes he had recently passed through.

Finally, he paused his writing on the official road heading south.

Traveling at full speed, it would take three days to reach Daming Prefecture and ten days to reach Tokyo. Time was of the essence, so Wu Song's matter had to be put aside for now.

The door opened softly, and Zhu Wu entered carrying a bowl of dark brown herbal medicine, with Zhu San following behind carrying a teapot.

"Young Master, the medicine is no longer too hot."

Zhu Biao rolled up the map, took the medicine bowl, held his breath, and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

"Please sit down."

He exhaled a bitter breath and frowned, saying that he had something to tell him, so the two of them quickly sat down next to each other at the table.

Zhu Biao's gaze swept back and forth between the two of them a few times before he finally spoke:

"Zhu San, tomorrow you will go to Yanggu with your second brother to find his elder brother. After you find him, stay in the city for the time being and wait for me to come and meet you."

The decision to "divide the troops" again was made after careful consideration by Zhu Biao.

With his elder brother so close, he had no reason to stop Wu Song from reuniting with Wu Da, but he was also worried about the guy going alone, so he could only send someone to look after him.

"Young Master! Let Zhu Wu go to Yanggu; I'll go with you!"

Zhu San suddenly stood up and blurted out.

Zhu Biao wasn't angry; he just clicked his tongue helplessly, missing Zhu Jiu a little. If it were him, he wouldn't have said a single extra word.

"I'm afraid Wu Mao will cause trouble if I don't keep him with me. Zhu San, you can handle things on your own now. Only you can share my burden in this matter."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wu was not angry at all; on the contrary, he was somewhat smug. Zhu San was stunned for a moment, then bowed, crossed his hands, and said solemnly.

"Zhu San understands now and will certainly share the burden for the young master!"

Zhu Biao stood up, pressed down on his shoulder, and gently squeezed it.

"Zhu San, when you are away from home, remember not to cause trouble, and don't act impulsively. Wait for me to come back and make decisions."

"Here you go!"

Zhu San nodded heavily.

Da Da Da~

The next day, while it was still dark, the gates of Qinghe City opened, and the two men and four horses galloped south.

At this time, Wu Song was still fast asleep in the inn, his alcohol not yet gone.

Zhu Biao had already told Zhu San everything he needed to say, and even left a letter for Wu Song. As for the womanly farewell, it was completely unnecessary.

It's not like we'll never see each other again.

An hour later, Zhu Biao saw a blue wine flag standing by the roadside in the distance; it was a foot inn.

"Whoa~"

He slowed the horse down, leaned over and touched its neck; it was already drenched in sweat.

Although he was also exhausted, with a sore back and swollen thighs, he felt even more sorry for the horse.

"Let's go there to rest, wipe the horses down, and give them some better feed."

"Alright! I'll go scout ahead."

Zhu Wu was overjoyed and rode off in high spirits.

"Shopkeeper! Come out and feed the horses!"

At the entrance of the foot inn, Zhu Wu hurriedly dismounted, rubbing his backside as he shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one paid him any attention.

"Shopkeeper, shopkeeper~"

He called out several times, but still no one came out.

"Fuck you! Are all the people dead?"

Zhu Wu was furious and went forward to lift the curtain, cursing. But as soon as he reached out, a large foot suddenly shot out and kicked him in the chest.

Pfft!

The kick was extremely heavy, sending Zhu Wu flying half a meter away. He landed sprawled on the snow, unable to get up for a moment.

"Damn it! Are you trying to summon my soul? You've ruined all my luck!"

At this moment, a burly man ripped off the curtain and jumped into the courtyard, raising his fists and striding towards Zhu Wuda, looking like he was about to fight again.

call out!

A fierce roar erupted, and the burly man's feet stopped abruptly.

Do!

A whistling arrow was embedded three feet in front of his feet, its tail feathers trembling slightly.