stubborn thief

Chapter 32
"You said that Gao Baima went north, not south?"

The yamen, who was slow to respond to everything, went into the city to pick up Yang Dingrui's family, and the other, a little more daring, stayed where they were, watching the trolley they transported the corpse, and also chatted with Liu Chengzong one after another.

Liu Chengzong was still interested in Gao Yingxiang's whereabouts, so he untied Xiao Zuofeng's saddle, and clasped his arms to the yamen.

"The villain remembers it very clearly. The dark people can't see the edge. They go north along Yanchuan, and the army guarded by Saimen flees. There is nothing wrong."

Go north.

Not going too far north.

In my memory, Gao Yingxiang was a bold frontier horse dealer, smuggling commercial goods and military horses, and knew the road best.

And Liu Chengzong also went west from Yuhe Fort, and knew that Jingbian Fort, Longzhou City, Qingping Fort, Weiwu Fort, and two side walls in the north of Ansai were impregnable.

He was puzzled by Gao Yingxiang's move to the north, and tried to predict where Gao Yingxiang would move next in a possible direction.

In fact, Liu Chengzong knew that even if he predicted Gao Yingxiang's accurate movements, it would not be of any use, but he still wanted to make a judgment uncontrollably.

It's like a person who falls into the water doesn't know which one is the life-saving straw beside him, but he still keeps trying to hold it.

As if this could bring more survival possibilities to everyone.

After the yamen finished talking about Gao Yingxiang's whereabouts, regardless of Liu Chengzong, who was in deep thought, he grabbed the oil cake in his hand and tore it in half, first wrapped half of it with stained sackcloth, and then stuffed the other half into his mouth to chew, like a big hamster.

He looked like he hadn't eaten anything oily and watery for a long time. Fearing that he would choke, Liu Chengzong took off the water bag and handed it to him.

After eating and drinking, the yamen looked left and right, panting as if he was tired, and slowly slid down the board car full of corpses, sat on the yellow earth beside the car, closed his eyes and enjoyed a moment of fullness.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps and heavy breathing came from not far from the official road, interrupting Liu Chengzong's contemplation of Gao Yingxiang's whereabouts - out of his vision, he saw someone carrying a sharp knife and carrying a small doll on his shoulders, panting and walking quickly. approach.

It was a man in his thirties, with an ordinary face and a short height. He was wrapped in a dirty and thick short jacket. He couldn't see his original color.

People who are used to seeing the skinny and starving victims, like this man who is obviously a lap older than others, can easily make people feel dangerous.

Liu Chengzong didn't know what happened, but the moment he saw this figure in the corner of his eyes, it was like a thorn in his back, and he immediately grabbed the handle of the knife and stepped back half a step to distance himself from the yamen, his whole body tense.

Approaching, the man knelt on the official road with a plop and kowtowed.

Three bangs, Liu Chengzong was stunned, and he was so frightened that the yamen rolled over and stood in front of him, exclaiming: "Guo Zashi, you are crazy, the general of the government is doing something stupid in front of you, don't kill you!"

But regardless of the panic-stricken yamen, the man raised his head, his eyes were red, his words were impulsive and nervous, and he spoke very fast.

"A handful of rice, I just want a handful of rice."

Liu Chengzong didn't say anything, didn't draw his sword, he led the horse back half a step and looked at the yamen with puzzled eyes.

He just heard the yamen call this person 'Guo Zashi'. Zashi is an adjective. Usually, no parents give the baby this name, so it must be a nickname.

Since you know the nickname, you probably know the bottom line.

The yamen was very righteous. Although his words were driving Guo Zashi away, half of his body was in front of Liu Chengzong... Liu Chengzong didn't think that the yamen was afraid that Guo Zashi would stab him to death.

The boning knife did not threaten him with the sharp blade hanging from the waist of the top helmet, more like preventing him from killing Guo Zashi.

"Guo Zashi, Lao Qi went to the city to do errands for the general, and the general agreed to give the pancakes, fried with scallion oil, and hurry up and kowtow to the general to admit his mistake."

The yamen said in a hurry, then turned around and nodded to Liu Chengzong and said, "General, he is a pig butcher in Ansai City, there are no more pigs in the city."

"The butcher?"

Liu Chengzong looked Guo Zashi up and down, his forearms were frighteningly strong, his whole body was like a door, and his cheeks were bulging.

A pig slaughterer is not a butcher in a butcher shop. Every village has this ancient profession. No matter how small or small the village is, no matter how small the village is, it is a more respected business like a coffin maker.

Relatively speaking, people in the village are well-connected and have better living conditions. Anyone who needs to kill pigs will find a pig butcher. The reward is usually a little money, a meal, and hoofs.

When you catch up with the neighbors, you need to set up a document, and these craftsmen are usually invited as witnesses.

In the past, the big fat pigs that grew up required four or five strong men to hold them down to kill them, but now this profession has lost its meaning, people are so hungry that they cannot survive, and the chickens in the Temple Mountain of the Black Dragon King are so hungry that their eyes are too hungry. No, let alone pigs.

Guo Zashi seemed to be attracted by the pancake baked with scallion oil in the mouth of the yamen. He held the kneeling baby and silently looked at Liu Chengzong.

"I'll give you a piece of cake today, what will you do tomorrow?"

It wasn't that Liu Chengzong felt sorry for a piece of cake. He didn't feel sorry for the cake, but he really didn't like Guo Zashi's attitude of armed begging, not to mention that he felt it was meaningless.

Giving him a piece of cake is meaningless to Guo Zashi and Liu Chengzong.

What's the point?

Can an unsatisfactory meal be called a gift of knowledge?This is at most targeted poverty alleviation. After today, the father and son should starve to death or starve to death, and should they become robbers or robbers.

Individuals have personal encounters, but Liu Chengzong wants to verify things.

Guo Zashi is not confused, his goal is very clear: "I only need one meal, and I will never bother to drag the general."

At that moment, Liu Chengzong had a lot of thoughts in his mind, just as the yamen who had entered the city early was pulling a scooter, and on the scooter sat a frightened woman and three boys and girls, he looked at the scooter and asked, "I will drive the car. Is it?"

"Ok?"

The pig slaughterer is not a fool. As a pig slaughterer, he actually has much more knowledge than many farmers. He didn't react at first, but he quickly said, "Yes, ox-carriage and horse-drawn carts."

"Anyone else at home?"

"No, it's just my baby. He doesn't eat much, and he can live with a little."

"Drive the car for me, and take care of you two meals a day, you may not be able to eat enough, do you do it?"

Guo Zashi pounded his head like garlic, and threw the knife on the ground. Not only did he kowtow himself, but he also took the little baby with him. He only kowtowed three times, and people were already crying and even howling.

This cry came too suddenly, leaving Liu Chengzong at a loss.

No one wants to die, especially starvation, so it is understandable to kowtow a few times for the luck of living an extra day or two.

But this was a man in his thirties, and no man in his thirties would cry over a job like this, especially if he cried like a baby in front of strangers.

He said that this was the first time begging. Four generations of his ancestors had killed pigs in Ansai City, and he had inherited his father's business from generation to generation. He had never experienced such a thing.

There are no more pigs in Ansai City.

When the building collapsed that day, he became the most useless person.

(End of this chapter)