Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 58
Gao Yingxiang looked at the officials in front of him, took two steps back, pointed at them, and shouted in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do? Hmph, where are you talking so much nonsense. Come on, lock it up for me."

The leading officer gave a smirk, and rushed towards Gao Yingxiang with an iron ruler in his hand.

"Go to hell, you vile mud leg." The leading official had a grim face, raised the iron ruler in his hand, and struck at Gao Yingxiang's forehead.

Gao Yingxiang looked at the iron ruler that was coming towards him, and suddenly froze in place.

The man standing next to Gao Yingxiang shouted hurriedly and rushed towards Gao Yingxiang.

Gao Yingxiang was thrown to the ground by the man, and escaped the blow from the official.But that man was not so lucky.

"Oh!"

The iron ruler hit the man's temple fiercely, and in an instant, blood flowed.

"Three children?!"

Gao Yingxiang looked at the big man who was slowly falling to the ground with blood on his head, and felt sad for a moment.This is his brother who has been with him for seven or eight years. Today, he was beaten to death by these hateful officials in order to save himself. If he doesn't avenge him, will he be worthy of him?

The big man fell to the ground and looked at Gao Yingxiang with a trace of reluctance and nostalgia for the world in his eyes.The big man's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it.

"Did you kill someone?" The leading officer looked at the big man lying motionless on the ground, feeling a little guilty.

"It's fucking bad luck, let's go."

The official servant wiped the blood on the iron ruler, and was about to leave with the people.

Although these officials show off their power all day long, they are not so arrogant that they can kill people at will.

This accidentally killed someone. If the higher authorities find out, it won't be so pleasant.Therefore, when the leading official saw the big man lying motionless on the ground, his first thought was to run away first and pick himself out first.

Gao Yingxiang stood up slowly from the ground, looked at the official's back, his eyes were scarlet, and he said with a tear in his eyes, "Want to leave? Did you leave?"

Gao Yingxiang picked up a brick from the ground and rushed towards the official.

"Oh!"

The official was unable to react in time, and the brick in Gao Yingxiang's hand hit him accurately on the back of the head, and his skull was crushed instantly by Gao Yingxiang's shot.

The officer turned his head in disbelief, rolled his eyes, pointed at Gao Yingxiang, and his body went limp.

The official servant was lying on the ground like a dead dog, his brains mixed with blood flowing all over the floor.

"You dare to kill officials? Killing officials is rebellion!"

The other officials came back to their senses, looked at the limp corpse on the ground, pointed at Gao Yingxiang, and said in disbelief.

They really couldn't believe the scene in front of them, they really didn't expect that Gao Yingxiang would dare to kill the official.

Gao Yingxiang threw down the brick in his hand, picked up the iron ruler beside the dead officials, and looked at them coldly, "Dah, rebellion is rebellion, let me see what you can do to me?"

Before Gao Yingxiang finished speaking, he dodged and rushed towards the rest of the officials.

Gao Yingxiang, who trades horses as a business, has amazing arm strength, is good at riding and shooting, and is quite reckless - this is recorded in the history books.

Gao Yingxiang looked at the officials in front of him and shouted angrily, "Return my brother's life!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The iron ruler in Gao Yingxiang's hand chopped towards the heads of those officials who were still a little dazed.

In an instant, the heads of three or four officials who had no time to dodge were opened by Gao Yingxiang.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the backyard was filled with corpses.

Gao Yingxiang threw away the iron ruler in his hand, and wiped off the blood on his face.

He locked the front and back doors tightly, and returned to the backyard with a shovel.

In winter, the ground is so hard that Gao Yingxiang has to use all his strength to dig.

Gao Yingxiang stood at the bottom of the pit, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then crawled out of the pit.

Gao Yingxiang looked at the darkened sky and at the corpse of the big man who had rescued him before.

"San'er, for saving my life, I will never forget my surname Gao. From now on, I will burn paper money for you every year during the Ching Ming Festival, and please stay there to bless elder brother."

Gao Yingxiang kowtowed three times to the big man's corpse, and said with a crying tone: "San'er, I'm sorry, please forgive me for burying you with these bastards. In the future, if my brother becomes prosperous, he will definitely do it for you." You build a tall mausoleum."

Gao Yingxiang wiped the tears from his face, picked up the corpse of the big man on the ground, and threw it into the dug earth pit.

As the soil kept filling the pit, Gao Yingxiang knew that he would never turn back in his life.

Gao Yingxiang stepped on the filled pit, and then poured several basins of cold water on it.

In this cold winter night, within a few hours, the soil on the pit will be frozen solid.

Gao Yingxiang cleaned up the blood on the ground, put on clean clothes, and found a fairly normal horse in the stable.

Gao Yingxiang took out a bag of bean feed from the house, mixed it with hot salt water, and poured it into the manger.

A quarter of an hour later, Gao Yingxiang led the horse and opened the back door.

Gao Yingxiang looked at the familiar environment, and suddenly a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

From now on, don't get rich, don't return home.

Gao Yingxiang sat on the horse with the blood-stained iron ruler hanging around his waist. He looked back at the familiar thatched cottage for the last time, whipped the whip in his hand, and disappeared into the winter night.

The night became thicker, and darkness ruled the entire sky.

The waning moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds, covering the last ray of light between heaven and earth.

A piece of snowflakes came from the cloud, and moved towards the ground with a pure white color, trying to use this piece of whiteness to change the darkness of the ground.

The snow became heavier and heavier until it finally turned into a torrential snow. The whole sky was covered with snowflakes, and like a downpour in summer, it rushed towards the ground, and the whole earth was covered with white snow.

The long-drought Sanqin land finally ushered in the heavy snow that nourishes all things.

However, is such a strange heavy snow really the heavy snow that nourishes all things?

It has been a long time since I have seen such a heavy snowfall. After the beginning of spring, it must be a year of good weather.

Will such a strange heavy snow really be a year of good weather?
Countless peasant households nestled in thatched huts, and the kangs under their bodies were burning hot. Looking at the heavy snow falling outside the window, they fell asleep with dreams of good weather in the coming year.

Suddenly a north wind blows, and the snowflakes on the ground are rolled up to the sky again, and then fall to the ground.

The north wind blows through the leafless woods and whistles, which looks strange and abnormal in this snowy night.

Gao Yingxiang rode a horse and disappeared into the snowy night.

The traces left by the horseshoes were quickly covered by the wind and snow again.

……

Zhao Wen pushed open the door, wrapped in a cloak, and walked in the yard.

He looked at Li Xiaosan who was sweeping snow in the yard, and shouted to him: "Little San, come here."

Li Xiaosan stopped, raised his head, held a broom in his hand, and looked at Zhao Wen with doubts: "My lord, what's the matter?"

Zhao Wen asked slowly, "When did the snow stop last night?"

"It seems to be Zishi, I can't remember clearly." Li Xiaosan replied.

"oh oh!"

Zhao Wen responded casually twice, then tightened the cloak on his body, and walked towards the hall.

The hall had already been filled with braziers by servants. As soon as Zhao Wen entered the hall, a wave of heat rushed over his face.

Zhao Wen sat on the main seat, picked up a cup of tea, and took a sip.

"It's comfortable!" Zhao Wen let out a long breath, exhaling a puff of white smoke from his mouth.

"My lord, breakfast is ready. My lord, please move."

A maid wearing a heavy cotton coat came in, saluted Zhao Wen, bowed and said.

Ever since Zhao Wen became a guard, Fan Zheng didn't know what Fan Zheng was thinking, so he gave Zhao Wen a few fifteen or sixteen-year-old maids.

Zhao Wen didn't want it at first, but he really couldn't resist Fan Zheng, so he had to take these maidservants away.

After all, Zhao Wen lived in the later generations for a long time, and he was very disgusted with such things as being served by people to sleep and dress. It is unreasonable for someone with hands and feet to be served by others like a paralyzed person.

So, on the first night, Zhao Wen kicked the two maids who warmed his bed out of the bed.

At the beginning, Zhao Wen was afraid that Li Xiaoying would be displeased by accepting these maidservants, but judging from the situation in the past few days, Li Xiaoying didn't seem to have any objection to this matter.

That's right, Li Xiaoying was born in a scholarly family, and his father is a Juren.Although it is not a famous family, Jin Juren and Yin Jinshi are not talking about it.

It is estimated that when Li Xiaoying was at home, there were many maids around her.

Now there are a few maids in the mansion, so they can talk with her and relieve boredom.

Otherwise, the whole mansion would be filled with elders, which would be inappropriate for Li Xiaoying.

Zhao Wen looked at the servant girl, waved his hand, and said, "You can ask the kitchen to bring me the food to the hall, it's too cold outside, I don't want to move."

"Yes!"

The servant girl replied weakly, then turned around and left.

Zhao Wen's breakfast is very simple, a bowl of porridge, an egg, two buns, and two side dishes.

Although this kind of food is nothing to future generations, Zhao Wen still eats it with great relish.

"You tell the kitchen to make some chicken soup and bring it to Xiaoying. The day before yesterday, Xiaoying had a rough day in the snow and got a little cold. Her body is weak these days, so she needs to make up for it. Oh yes, finish drinking After the chicken soup, let her drink the medicine quickly."

Zhao Wen put down the chopsticks in his hand, frowned and said to the maid standing beside him.

"How old are you, and you still think the medicine is bitter. Really, if you don't take the medicine, will your body be healthy?"

Zhao Wen looked at the maid who was leaving, and was about to drink porridge with a bowl when he suddenly saw Zhao Daniu rushing in.

"Da Niu, what happened?"

"My lord, Fan Zheng is here."

As soon as Daniel finished speaking, Fan Zheng walked in wearing a black cloak and a leather hat, frowning.

"Hey, it turns out that Brother Fan is here, please sit down, please sit down."

Zhao Wen hurriedly stood up from the chair, beckoning Fan Zheng to sit down.

Fan Zheng took off his leather hat and held it in his hand, he didn't care to sit down, so he hurriedly said to Zhao Wen: "Ansai Gao Yingxiang is rebellious."

(End of this chapter)