stubborn thief

Chapter 17

They didn't clean up the corpses in and outside the village, and they didn't even dare to eat a full meal. After cleaning the battlefield, they pushed seventeen carts into the valley and continued their long journey.

There was no horse riding on the road afterward, and seventeen heavily overloaded carts were mounted on horses, making the entire team go even slower.

Liu Chengzong and his party had mixed feelings about the local government. On the one hand, most of them hoped that the government would still have sufficient control over the jurisdiction, and on the other hand, they were reluctant to encounter the officials who rushed to suppress the violence from the town.

As a result, whether there are officials or not, it will make them worry about gains and losses.

Horsepower alone can't pull a heavy truck, so at night, he finally walked to a village called Lao Junji, everyone rubbed the shoulders that pulled the fiber rope, and his bones were so exhausted that he could no longer exert any strength.

"Master Jun is on his way to drink a bowl of hot soup."

The old man in the village boiled hot water diligently, and beckoned his sons to bring it to the frontier army. The stove was blackened with clothes, and he stepped forward with his back slightly hunched, a half-black or white handkerchief draped over his shoulders, and said with emotion, "Old man Junji hasn't seen so many people in a long time."

The soldiers these days are not as kind to the common people as they are in later generations. Seeing soldiers is more unlucky than seeing bandits, and basically only thieves suffer worse than soldiers.

The bandits in the mountains are not afraid that you will sue the official, and they are determined that you will not dare to sue the official, so they rarely kill them, and even extort money for the next year. Bandit scourge.

Soldiers are different. Soldiers have to ask for food wherever they go. If something goes wrong, they will hang their heads on horsebacks and take them to lead the first-level gong.

Because the soldiers are afraid that you will sue the official, they will never do one thing or another.

However, the remaining old single households in Lao Junji were not afraid of seeing soldiers, and they warmly greeted the two young people to chop firewood and boil water. They were very courageous.

"Father, I remember that there were quite a lot of people in this market the year before last, why—" Liu Chengzong took the water bowl, which was hot to the hand, and quickly placed it on the ground in front of him, looking up and asked, "You are the only one left in the village? "

"It's all gone, just the little old one." The old man pointed to himself with a smile, and said, "I was originally a temple worshipper of Laojun Temple. I grew up watching Laojun's incense when I was a child. Where can I go? When are you going to bury the ball?"

"Master Jun has been to Laojunji, is he a local?"

"Well, a local." Liu Chengzong nodded and pointed to the south: "Heilongwang Temple Mountain, my husband has been there?"

"Black Dragon King Temple Mountain..."

The old man frowned and recalled for a moment, but before he could think about it, he was interrupted by the young man walking by with the soup: "Da, you went to Fucheng four or five years ago to serve the government and passed by Black Dragon Mountain, and you told me about it. "

Here, the father is called the big one. Hearing this name, Liu Chengzong looked at him. He always thought that the two young people were the grandsons of the old man, but he didn't expect them to be sons.

Hearing what his son said, the old man remembered it, and said hurriedly, "Yes, forty miles away, I was able to serve in the imperial court a few years ago, but now my legs are weak and I haven't been out for several years."

Liu Chengzong sighed, nodded slowly, and said, "Yes, forty miles—burned the old man's firewood, let's eat meat together at night."

Forty miles, forty miles from my hometown sounds very close, but it is hard to walk.

They had horse meat from the only casualty in the day's battle. The horse was cut off by the thieves and could not walk, so the officials had to kill it.

The thief who cut it was a rare warrior.

Like few people dare to face the rush of an old sow, a horse that is faster and heavier than a pig, with three identical horses in each row, and a malicious rider wielding a knives on his back.

Few people had the courage to fight back against cavalry, even with a phalanx on their side.

Fortunately, there were only forty miles left. If they walked for another three or five days with today's load, I'm afraid some horses would be exhausted to death.

They have too much loot.

When the old man's young son passed by Liu Chengzong, he heard meat eating at night, his eyes lit up, and he saw the dirty young man secretly swallowing saliva.

But for the old man, this information made him look at the officers and soldiers with a little more anxiety, and he didn't dare to talk next to Liu Chengzong, and went into the yard to boil water.

The sound of horses' hooves and kicking sounded in the distance of the village. Liu Chengzu, who set up the camp post, led the horse back, greeted his subordinates in various courtyards, and walked towards his younger brother.

He walked over and sat down on the ground with ease. It seemed that the night whistle and the terrain had been surveyed. He raised his hand and picked up a piece of firewood and swayed it in the bonfire: "Let Sixteen feed you the red flag at night, and go back tomorrow."

Liu Chengzong raised his head, and on his elder brother's half-dark face under the light of the fire, he clearly saw concern, and said, "Brother, don't worry, look at this village, even a single household has not been attacked by bandits, and they did not leave this way. "

"Bai Shui Wang Er, Yanchuan King Monk, Luochuan King Hu Heishan and that Zijin Liang are all in Yichuan, Zuo Hangzi, Feishanhu and Big Red Wolf are also going there."

He recalled the news his brother told him at Yuhebao two days ago, and he sketched out the direction of the activities of the older generation of revolutionaries in his mind, and comforted: "As for Qingyang Han Chaozai and Wudu Zhou Dawang, they are still far away. There will be no problem at home."

"You figure it out."

Liu Chengzu chuckled and asked, "What about Master Gao? He's in Ansai."

Master Gao was talking about Gao Yingxiang, who taught the brothers practical experience and Soma skills in the prison in Mizhi County.

The brothers only knew that Gao Yingxiang had raised an army, but because of his unremarkable name, not many troops, and never attacking the county seat, no one knew where he was now.

The number of thieves, soldiers, and bandits who raised troops in northern Shaanxi last year was overwhelming, but only Gao Yingxiang and the Liu brothers wanted to go around.

On the one hand, it was because of the intersection and festivals in the past; on the other hand, the brothers knew very well that Gao Yingxiang's troops were strong in combat, and they were by no means comparable to those of Bai Yingzi.

Longwangmiaoshan is just at the junction of Qingjian, Fushi, and Ansai counties. If Gao Yingxiang is still in Ansai, their hometown is not safe.

It can't help but think about it, as long as it thinks about it, it has to worry.

The elder brother asked a rhetorical question, which made Liu Chengzong lose his mind. Just when he saw the young man passing by with the kettle, he raised his hand to stop him and asked, "Hey, come here, baby, what's your name?"

Lao Miaozhu's son was shocked when he was suddenly stopped. He still remembered that Liu Chengzong was the one who said he had meat at night. He looked left and right before he raised his dirty finger and pointed at himself: "Master is called...call me?"

He thought he could eat meat, and he was excited, with bright eyes and a thin spine: "Master Huijun, Miaosheng, my name is Chang Miaosheng!"

Liu Chengzong smiled when he saw his appearance, and turned to look at his brother: "This name is very good, let him eat some meat along with him - Miaosheng, let me ask you, have thieves passed by in the past two years in the south?"

The name is really good, even the place where the person was born is clear, and this child looks no more than sixteen years old, very clever, knowing that he is asking the Black Dragon King Temple.

"The thief? Lord Jun, there are barren mountains all around, and there are no rich households, so the thieves don't come; I haven't heard the news of the thief in the Black Dragon King Temple."

When Chang Miaosheng was here, Liu Chengzong heard his elder brother stand up and call for Cao Yao to serve the child a bowl of horse meat soup, then he turned around and said to him: "Go home tomorrow morning, if there is no accident, call the tenants and the people to lead the cattle to welcome you. Go and pull the car back."

(End of this chapter)