Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 3 Turning People Into Ghosts (Please collect and ask for tickets)

Look at other people's carriages.

Two tall, shiny horses.

Gilt ornaments are worn on the horse's head.

The compartment is hung with luxurious curtains.

The carriage was covered with high-quality vermilion lacquer, with auspiciousness painted on it that He Jinzhao couldn't recognize.

But it doesn't matter.

What matters is the aroma of the food.

"Damn it, it's still ground beef."

Smell the fragrance.

He Jinzhao's stomach couldn't help but growl in protest.

Fragrant.

It's really delicious!
want to eat!

I really want to eat!

He Jinzhao couldn't control his drooling.

He tightly held the small hammer hidden in his sleeve.

He once wanted to rob a carriage just to eat a beef pie.

He Jinzhao never thought that he would have the idea of ​​robbery just for one bite.

Although I wait for three or five big men to get close.

But in front of him are four guards with big arms and round waists!

The remaining rationality told He Jinzhao that it wasn't that he couldn't beat him, it was just because the opponent had four people.

He has a goose feather knife on his waist, but he only has a small hammer.

Due to long-term malnutrition, He Jinzhao's body is still thin and weak.

After comparing the strength of the enemy and ourselves, He Jinzhao let go of the hammer dejectedly.

He hesitated whether to ask for food.

Anyway, before going to work, it was: OK, OK, OK!
Now begging for food is also: do me a favor!

In case his luck is good, the big dog has such a kind heart.

After all, people who have done many evil things will do charity and advertise themselves as caring people.

The carriage passed He Jinzhao.

He Jinzhao didn't speak.

Even if you have been beaten by the society, you can beg for food from strangers!
After all, it made He Jinzhao feel embarrassed.

But the voluntary stop of the luxury carriage gave He Jinzhao a glimmer of hope that he could eat beef patties.

A gorgeously dressed young man jumped out of the carriage.

He held the meatloaf in one hand and a fan in the other.

"He Jinchao."

"Old, San Dezi."

He Jinzhao recognized it immediately.

This is the third child in Fan Juren's family, the same age as himself.

When I was a child, I used to herd sheep for his family, and I knew the third son of the Fan family.

The two have never known each other since they were young, and they often communicated "physically" because of their respective small groups in private schools.

The gap widens with age.

One is a high-ranking, well-clothed and well-fed noble son.

One is a low-level fart, a postman who runs around every day to get enough food.

Everyone has a bright future.

So there was no friendship.

"You are going to the city on business."

Young Master Fan San asked in a pretentious manner.

"Ah."

He Jinzhao stared at the beef patty in his hand.

Seeing his appearance, Third Master Fan snorted:
"I want to eat!"

"Ah."

He Jinzhao swallowed subconsciously.

"Come on, let's eat."

He Jinzhao didn't have any intention of lamenting the food, so he took half a step forward and then stopped.

The third son of Fan saw that he hesitated:

"I'm not going to drug my food."

"I have no money."

Only then did He Jinzhao take his eyes off the beef patty and look at him.

"Our friendship since childhood, talking about money, is vulgar."

"Thank you, I owe you."

He Jinzhao heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, he took a step forward, intending to take the beef pie.

Snapped.

Young Master Fan San threw the meatloaf on the ground and crushed it viciously.

"I'd rather feed a dog than give it to a lowly person like you!"

He Jinzhao closed his eyes and opened them again, telling himself that it wasn't mine in the first place.

But what he said was really durian mixed with canned herring, people hate it and dogs hate it!

"Hahaha."

Seeing that He Jinzhao's happy face turned into anger, Mr. Fan San immediately felt happy.

The four guards also giggled.

He Jinzhao once again clenched the hammer hidden in his sleeve.

"Want some beef patties? Call me."

The third son Fan took the meatloaf from his servant Fan's right hand, before he finished speaking.

Brush it.

soon!
Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, He Jinzhao sneaked up on him.

He directly snatched the beef patty from Fan San's hand, turned around and ran away.

While running along the post road, He Jinzhao viciously bit the beef patty and swallowed it into his stomach.

What the fuck face?

It doesn't matter until you starve to death!

I am shameless from today on.

Canglan knows etiquette well.

Know honor and disgrace if you have enough food and clothing.

Nothing.

What are you fussing about?
From today on, I will rob the rich and give to the poor.

The first step is to help yourself.

The four guards didn't expect that this humble postman named He Jinchao would really dare to grab the meatloaf, and the two guards chased after him.

But this bastard runs so damn fast.

It's worthy of being a postman!
"okay."

Mr. Fan San has humiliated He Jinzhao enough.

He stepped on the servant's back, got into the carriage, wanted to go in, stopped again, and laughed loudly:
"He Jinzhao, one month later, I will marry the county magistrate's daughter.

At that time, my Fan family would set up a three-day banquet.

If you're not starving to death, I'll treat you to meatloaf, remember to come here to honor me! "

He Jinzhao was panting heavily, almost vomited.

He held on to the dead tree, his heart beating faster.

Resisting the urge to spit it out, He Jinzhao swallowed the beef patties in two bites.

It's like Zhu Bajie swallowing ginseng fruit.

Looting from others and eating beef pies is something that He Jinzhao never thought he could do in two lifetimes!

"Fuck, it smells so good!"

He Jinzhao licked the remaining butter in his hands.

"The big dog will enjoy it, and even kill the cattle."

"There is a severe drought in Shaanxi, refugees are everywhere, and people eat each other, so it has nothing to do with them."

He Jinzhao understood it.

What is the real gap between rich and poor!
He Jinzhao walked back slowly, the post-horse could not be lost.

This is his only property at present.

Even if he went to join the rebel army, he would have swords and guns and a thin horse, so he couldn't start as a big soldier.

Mr. Fan San was sitting in the carriage, and he didn't care at all that He Jinzhao, who was teasing him, robbed him of a meatloaf.

If He Jinzhao was willing to kneel down and be his servant, Fan San could even let him eat meatloaf every day.

People like this kind of bug, as long as he thinks about it, he can easily crush He Jinzhao to death.

I didn't kill him today, but I just thought it would be more interesting to slowly humiliate He Jinzhao.

Fan San really wanted to see He Jinzhao knelt down in front of him after being tortured by life and unable to survive.

"Young Master, He Jinzhao owes our donkey to roll, and he refuses to come to be your servant, but Young Master even gives him food, so he should starve to death."

The loyal dog leg of the third son, he was often beaten by He Jinzhao when he was a child.

"Well, Zhao Si, go to the county government office and tell me that old Taishan has locked He Jinzhao in prison for ten days and half a month. I remember it will be overdue tomorrow. I don't think he has much money to pay me back."

"Fan Lang."

A female voice in the carriage called out quite shyly.

"Yes."

A guard responded, and with the help of everyone, he began to transform the two horse-drawn carts into a single-horse cart, and rode directly to Ganquan County.

"Young master is wise, you can't let him eat this excellent beef patty for nothing."

The third son of Fan closed his eyes and rested his mind, and did not respond.

The luxury carriage continued on its way.

He Jinzhao looked at the guard on the horse with a vigilant look on his face, and he had a snatched beef patty to fill his belly, so he was not afraid of this person.

Fortunately, the guard just gave He Jinzhao a disdainful look, then beat his horse and left.

As He Jinzhao walked back, he saw a hungry man with shaggy hair squatting where he had just been.

He carefully picked up the beef patty crushed by Fan San and put it in his mouth.

He Jinzhao could even hear him chewing stones.

But just like that, he didn't spit out a mouthful.

Seeing He Jinzhao approaching, the hungry people glared at He Jinzhao viciously like protecting food, fearing that He Jinzhao would come and snatch him.

Everyone can't survive.

He Jinzhao pulled the skinny horse up, and walked slowly on the post road.

"This Daming's dead world has turned people into ghosts."

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