Chapter 1777: Qiu Troop Commander’s Fury

Chapter 1777: Chapter 1777: Qiu Troop Commander’s Fury

Zhang Zhong pointed back behind him and said, "Over there."

Seeing Wen Rong want to rush over to take revenge, he hurriedly grabbed him again: "Don’t be hasty. Lin Changyou will definitely die, but you don’t need to lay a hand on him."

"When will that beast finally die? He’s worse than an animal—are we really going to let him keep living?!" Wen Rong’s eyes were bloodshot, his small face twisted, like a furious trapped beast, wishing he could charge over right now and hack Lin Changyou to pieces.

Qin San Lang saw this, waved his hand, and the soldiers escorting Lin Changyou began marching into the village.

Wen Rong’s eyes lit up as he watched—were they going to behead Lin Changyou?

He was so excited he couldn’t speak; he could only drop to his knees with a thud and kowtow to Qin San Lang.

Qi An pulled him up: "Come on, let’s go back to the village to witness the execution."

A large crowd surged mightily toward the village.

Qin San Lang had to arrange the defenses at the village entrance, so he returned about an hour later than they did.

By the time he entered the Punishment Room yard, Lin Changyou had already been resuscitated and was now crying and begging for mercy: "Brother Rong, Brother Rong, Uncle knows he was wrong. Please be magnanimous and let Uncle go!"

Lin Changyou had never imagined that he would be forced to kneel in the yard waiting for execution because he slept with Wen Qiong.

In times like these, he didn’t even know how many respectable girls he’d already slept with; it wasn’t just Wen Qiong. Why were these Kangrong Soldiers clinging to this one case and not letting go?

Besides, he wasn’t the one who first destroyed Wen Qiong’s purity—it was Ding Dayong. He’d only slept with a secondhand woman!

Getting killed for sleeping with "secondhand goods"?

Lin Changyou felt he was being terribly wronged, wronged to death.

He added, "I wasn’t the first to lay hands on your sister, it was Ding Dayong. That beast finished with her, thought it was pretty good, then invited us all to go..."

"Gag him and kill him!" Qin San Lang was disgusted by Lin Changyou’s words and issued the execution order.

If they didn’t kill him and he kept talking, once these words reached Xiao Yu’s ears, she would surely be sick to her stomach again.

"Yes, sir!" Qi An had long been impatient; he repeated the exact same treatment he’d given Ding Dayong on Lin Changyou.

Lin Changyou let out muffled, miserable screams, his eyes bulging. Before he was even beheaded, the agony of his crushed body was more than he could bear, and he collapsed dead.

Qi An still hadn’t vented his anger; he raised his blade and chopped off Lin Changyou’s head.

Watching Lin Changyou die, Wen Rong froze for a moment, then knelt and sobbed loudly: "Sister, Sister..."

He wanted to say, Sister, all the Evil Men who harmed you have been killed, you can rest in peace.

But he couldn’t say it out loud. His sister had been so good, so beautiful; she should have married a fine young man and lived a life like flowers in bloom. Yet because of beasts like Ding Dayong, before she had truly grown up, she suffered every torment and died.

The little fellow saw this and also burst into tears; he went over, knelt down, and hugged Wen Rong: "Brother Rong, don’t cry. Those Evil Men are dead without even a whole corpse left; in their next life they’ll still suffer. Sister Qiong is different—she can live well in her next life and have good days."

But Wen Rong cried even harder.

The next life?

But his sister should have been able to live a good life in this one!

Yet his sister was already dead, and Wen Rong found that aside from crying, he could do nothing at all; he even had to rely on Company Commander Qin to take revenge.

"Stop crying. If you want to stand up for your sister, you should pull yourself together. When you grow up, sweep away all injustice and clear the way to a brighter world." Qin San Lang gave him this one sentence.

After hearing this, Wen Rong stopped his wailing, looked at Qin San Lang, and suddenly came over on his knees: "Company Commander Qin, I want to learn martial arts. Please teach me! Only by learning martial arts can I execute Evil Men!"

With that, he kowtowed to Qin San Lang.

Qin San Lang did not agree: "If you want to clear the world, you need both civil and martial learning. Right now you’ve gone down a blind alley, seeing only how force can suppress people while not understanding the importance of education in writing and morals. Behave yourself for now. When you’ve thought it through, then we’ll talk."

After speaking, he ignored Wen Rong and beckoned to the little fellow: "Come here, it’s time to go up the mountain to find your mother."

Seeing the little fellow looking worriedly at Wen Rong, Qin San Lang added, "Your Aunt Gu Er said your mother shouldn’t stay up in the mountains too long; we must bring her back for burial as soon as possible."

"...All right." Although the little fellow wanted to stay and keep Wen Rong company, he also missed his own mother, so in the end he walked over and took Qin San Lang’s hand.

Qin San Lang led him out of the Punishment Room yard. They hadn’t gone far when Wen Rong rushed after them and said, "I—I—I also want to go bring back Aunt Tian."

Little Tian’er had helped him so much; for this major matter of going up the mountain to fetch his mother’s remains, he wanted to accompany Little Tian’er.

"Really!" The little fellow was overjoyed; he waved to Wen Rong: "Brother Rong, come quickly. Let’s walk hand in hand."

Wen Rong was a bit afraid of Qin San Lang; only when he saw that Qin San Lang didn’t scold him did he dare walk over.

Qin San Lang brought them to the courtyard where they lived. Gu Jinli was already waiting and asked, "Is it done?"

Qin San Lang let go of the little fellow’s hand, walked over to take Gu Jinli’s hand, and nodded with a smile: "Mm, it’s done. That Tang fellow doesn’t hold up to a beating."

He told her about County Captain Tang and the others being drugged unconscious and captured, and Lin Changyou being beheaded.

Gu Jinli was very happy: "They’re finally dead. They got exactly what they deserved!"

"But do you feel relieved?" Qin San Lang saw that she wasn’t feeling sick, and he relaxed a little.

Gu Jinli nodded: "Mm, I feel relieved!"

Qin San Lang finally smiled and mentioned Wen Rong wanting to go along to bring back Tian Dahua’s body.

Gu Jinli looked at Wen Rong: "You are thoughtful. Thank you."

Hearing this, Wen Rong’s small face was full of shock; he hurriedly saluted and said, "I don’t deserve Madam’s thanks. It’s I who should thank Madam. Madam and My Lord are benefactors of my family."

Gu Jinli didn’t want everyone to keep thanking each other, so she said, "Let’s not talk about that. Nanny Tao and Xiao Ji have hurriedly made two sets of mourning clothes for you. Go to the next room and change."

Mourning clothes?

Little Tian’er’s eyes lit up—and turned red. He choked out, "Thank you, Aunt Gu Er."

He’d heard people say that when parents pass away, the children must wear hemp and white for mourning, and that mourning clothes must be made of coarse hemp or white cloth. But he had no money and couldn’t afford cloth; he had been fretting over this, and now Aunt Gu Er had them made for him.

Gu Jinli stroked his little bald head and said, "Why thank me? This is what we ought to do."

With Uncle Tian and Aunt Tian gone, it was only right that they take care of the little fellow and handle Tian Dahua’s funeral.

She then remembered what Nanny Tao had said and told the little fellow, "Tian Erqiang is your second uncle’s name; it’s not appropriate for you to keep using it. We’ll give you a little name for now, and when we get to your grandfather’s home, we’ll ask him to give you a proper name. All right?"

"All right. I’ll listen to Aunt Gu Er." The little fellow tilted his head up at her, smiling, obedient and well-behaved.

Gu Jinli looked at Qin San Lang and asked, "What little name should we give him?"

Uh, this stumped Qin San Lang; whenever he named people, he usually just combined a number with a generation character.

Coincidentally, Gu Jinli did the same, which was why there were names like Daqing, Erqing, Sanqing, Da Gou, Ergou, and Sangou.

The two hopeless namers looked at each other, mutually at a loss.

Nanny Tao saw this and laughed, then reminded them: "My Lord, Madam, the Tian Family young master has suffered so much. Why not call him Pingxi—to bless him with peace and joy."

The little fellow could tell that Uncle Qin and Aunt Gu Er weren’t good at naming, so he quickly said, "Aunt Gu Er, that name is good. I’ll use that."

Gu Jinli: "You like it?"

The little fellow nodded: "Mm, I like it very much."

Gu Jinli smiled and agreed: "All right, then we’ll call you Pingxi for now."

Little Pingxi, hearing this, spun around happily several times: "Oh, I have my own little name now."

It was his own little name, not his second uncle’s.

Seeing this, Wen Rong felt deeply envious.

Once, he too had been a carefree child surrounded by his parents. But now...

"Come, I’ll take you to change clothes." Nanny Tao beckoned to them and led them into the room to change into mourning clothes.

Once they were properly dressed, she had people carry them on their backs and bring along a hastily made coffin box as they entered the mountain to find Tian Dahua’s remains.

By the time they reached the mountain, Troop Commander Qiu had also received the news that County Captain Tang and his soldiers and civilians had been captured.

With a crack, Troop Commander Qiu, furious, drew his saber and smashed the table beside him, roaring, "What did you say? Say that again—did that passing Company Commander really have the guts to capture a whole county’s County Magistrate!"