Picturesque Rivers and Mountains in the Red Chamber

Chapter 4 1.4 People can’t. At least they shouldn’t.
Volume One

1.4 People can't. At least they shouldn't.
"Boy, I heard that you picked up Lao Wutou's hotel?" As soon as he entered the store, three gangsters standing in front of him and two behind him came into view. The first one said impatiently, "I don't care how long you picked up. This month’s Ping An Silver, if you miss a piece of it, you will not be able to continue your work!”

"Three of you, please tell me in court." He coldly pushed away the gangster who was trying to take advantage of Qingwen. Zhou Yang pushed his girl into the kitchen and waved the long sword in his hand towards the three gangsters. , "Or I'll arrange it for you now."

"Boy, think clearly. Don't think that you are great just because you have learned a few lessons." The face of the gangster at the head changed, and his arrogant expression became very nervous. "The strength of the Tiger Gang is not something you can offend, honestly. I actually handed over the Ping An Bank, so as not to accidentally risk my life in it!"

"I heard from Old Wu that there have been only three cashiers in the past few months?" Zhou Yang handed the long sword to Qingwen who stretched out her head from the kitchen with worry on her face, and then pushed her away. After entering and closing the door, the three gangsters breathed a sigh of relief before following him into the courtyard.

"That's right, it's not an easy job to go out of the city. Those rich things can't go to our brothers." Another gangster said impatiently, "Where's the money?"

"Then I'm relieved." Zhou Yang smiled coldly and leaned towards the three of them.

"What do you mean? I'll tell you - uh" The gangster on the left realized something was wrong. As soon as he said this, he felt a chill in his chest. When he lowered his head subconsciously, he realized that a sharp weapon had penetrated his left chest. It’s the Bayi bayonet that Zhou Yang never leaves behind!

The other two people obviously didn't react, and Zhou Yang never considered confronting his opponent. This was his experience gained from ten years of special occupation in the southwest frontier, and even two hard-fought battles. That is, there is no absolute in killing the enemy. The right way, the faster the better!
He quickly pulled out the bayonet with his backhand and swiped it across the middle gangster's neck. At the same time, he raised his foot and kicked the last gangster on the right to the ground. Then, before he screamed, he placed the blade firmly on his neck!
"I'm asking, you said, if there's anything that dissatisfies me, I'll let you know that death is actually a kind of mercy, do you hear me clearly?" The specially sharpened blade was slightly pressed down, and it cut directly into the gangster's neck. The surface, the cold metal and the pain that followed made him lose all courage in an instant, and even his crotch became wet involuntarily.

"Master, tell me, little one, listen!" The crying voice looked extremely miserable against the background of the two gangsters who were not dead yet and were still struggling. "Young one is just setting up a scene, really. I don’t know much!”

"Are you really from the Tiger Gang?" Zhou Yang ignored him and continued to ask.

"Of course - ah, let me tell you!" Feeling the knife blade going deep again, the gangster no longer dared to go around in circles, "We also pay money to the Tiger Gang every month, and then we can be protected by them. The Tiger Gang has a great cause, so why not Do you have time to take care of things outside the city?"

"Sure enough!" Zhou Yang had actually speculated this when he first heard Old Wu Tou talk about the three gangsters. He had just confirmed it when he confirmed that there had been only these three people for several months, "The Tiger Gang has how many people?"

"I heard that there are hundreds of disciples and thousands of brothers eating with us." The gangster's answers were all estimates. The real data must be greatly discounted, but it is not unexpected. This is the capital after all, so it is absolutely impossible. There are super-large gangs with tens of thousands or even tens of thousands.

"Then I'm relieved." After cutting the gangster's throat with a knife, Zhou Yang coldly wiped the bayonet clean and retracted his waist. With such a small number of people in the entire capital, it is absolutely impossible for the Tiger Gang to send out manpower to retaliate. They don't even want to You must know that these three gangsters are dead!

Modern public security requires that "murder cases must be solved." Feudal society does not have such luxury. What's more, the dead are still low-class street gangsters. Not to mention that no one knows that they are dead. Even if they know, the government will not If you are interested in taking more care, how many of these gangsters die every day, can you handle it?

"Young Master——" As he was thinking, Qingwen's voice came from behind. She was pale and even walked unsteadily, but she still insisted on walking to Zhou Yang and handing over the long sword. The adaptability of ancient children was better than Zhou Yang was even stronger than he imagined, "If you kill someone, you will have to pay with your life."

"Hey, take care of your home. I'll take care of it." Zhou Yang had already considered how to deal with these three gangsters when he decided to sell the store. At the foot of the west mountain, there is a remote slope, which has long been used as one of the places where unknown corpses are disposed of in the capital, or is called a mass grave.

As for whether Qingwen will leak out if she finds out, it really doesn't matter. The relationship between the two is master and slave. Although Zhou Yang has not settled down, naturally he cannot sign the deed of sale. But in feudal society, master and slave are one. If Zhou Yang comes out, Qingwen can't escape the fate of selling out. She is precocious and doesn't need to worry too much.

Loading the dilapidated cart, covering it with straw mats, and pulling it away, Zhou Yang took care of all the problems. It was almost midnight when he returned home. When he opened the door, he found Qingwen holding a rolling pin in the corner of the hotel lobby. I don’t know when I fell asleep.

"Who?" Probably awakened by the sound of the door opening, Qingwen shook her whole body and opened her eyes, subconsciously grabbed the rolling pin and called out, when she saw clearly that it was Zhou Yang through the starlight, she couldn't help it anymore , cried and threw herself into the arms of her young master, "Master, you are finally back? The servant thought that"

"Hey, go back to sleep." Looking at the maidservant who was obviously frightened, Zhou Yang smiled and nodded her forehead, picked her up and went back to the yard, ready to put her back in the room.The layout of this small courtyard is very simple. After he spent money on repairs, he expanded a large grass shed to the north. Of the original three-room house, the northernmost independent room belonged to Qingwen. The two lower partition walls connect the living room and Zhou Yang's bedroom; the storefront is also simple, the westernmost one is the kitchen, the remaining two are the lobby, plus a one-foot-wide thatched shed in front of the store.

"Master, don't..." Just when Zhou Yang was about to let her go, Qingwen was unwilling to let go, she curled up in his arms like a frightened rabbit, her head kept shaking back and forth, and her arms hugged her tightly. Touching Zhou Yang's neck.

"Forget it." Zhou Yang shook his head indifferently, picked up the maid and returned to his room, using it as a pillow. What else can a 14-year-old girl do? After all, he is a normal person, and he still has some self-control. Well, after all, one can't. At least shouldn't.
In such a poor life, time continued to advance, and in the blink of an eye, it was mid-November. The north had completely entered the embrace of winter, and heavy snow fell all night. At dawn, although the snow flakes were no longer as big as mats, It didn't stop either.

Fortunately, when repairing the house, Zhou Yang arranged for the Kang to be installed in both bedrooms. He also built a stove in each corner of the living room to heat the Kang, and changed the burning of wood to coal. The three thatched huts in the yard can be regarded as half of the house. He was given wine and half was given to coal piles. Of course, because he had no money, he really couldn’t afford to burn two kangs.
"Master, it has been three days in a row." Qingwen got out of the bed with a sleepy look on her face, her tone was very worried, "We have been unable to do business, and we don't know how long it will take for the weather to clear up. God won't let the poor live. Yet?"

"Okay, why are there so many problems?" Zhou Yang knocked on her angrily, then put on his big cotton-padded jacket and prepared to go out to see the situation, but found that the door was stuck, "Made, what the hell is this?" It’s snowing heavily in Tuen Mun, is it possible that we still have to wait until ‘there is no firewood or rice at home’?”

"Grrrr!" Qingwen laughed so hard, "Young master, you better hurry up and clear the snow. The slaves will also get well and cook, hahaha——"

"Damn girl, I have never seen you serve the young master like this, and you let me do all the physical work." Zhou Yang said angrily, and Zhou Yang could only accept his fate and pick up the wooden shovel to shovel the snow, because the thickness in front of him was more than half a meter. The snow is far beyond what a broom can solve.

"Watch the trick!" What was even more speechless was that while he was working hard to shovel the snow, the "maid" Qingwen dared to provoke, and a snowball as big as a fist hit Zhou Yang's back accurately, and then It was a small voice like a silver bell, "Kick, cluck, Master, it's so fun!"

"Qing - Wen -" Zhou Yang growled angrily, filled the shovel in his hand, and smashed a large handful of snow balls on the maid who was "celebrating victory", knocking her to the ground. Buried in snowdrifts.

"Ah - the young master is bullying!" Qingwen struggled to climb out of the snowdrift, and while wiping the dry snow off her body, she complained aggrievedly to her young master, "How can you be like this? You are not having a snowball fight!"

"That's the most powerful thing you've never seen." Thinking of the sand sculpture "snowball fight" videos he'd seen in modern society, Zhou Yang sighed, knowing that he would never see it again, "If you've seen it, you won't - ugh Yo!"

"Hahaha!" Taking advantage of Zhou Yang's emotional outburst, Qingwen threw a snowball on his head, then hurried into the room, closed the door tightly, and made a face at her young master through the window provocative.

"Qingwen." Zhou Yang entered the room angrily and opened the door.

Playing around, talking and laughing, naturally there will be no business in this kind of weather. Zhou Yang helplessly cleared the snow in the courtyard, and continued his martial arts and physical training amidst the non-stop snow particles, although he has so far I haven't touched the tail of the Great Zhou Dynasty Martial Arts Competition, but it doesn't hurt to increase my strength. There happens to be a maid in charge of taking care of him, and I shout cheers by the way.

It is not that he has never thought that by letting Qingwen practice martial arts with him, he does not expect to train any masters, but it can also strengthen her body and save her from "suffering from slander". The two sets of Baji Kung Fu were taught separately, and after seeing her walking smoothly through the training, she gave up very happily.

Just when Zhou Yang thought that this day was going to be as boring as the previous two days, midway through the afternoon, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the store, accompanied by several loud horse neighs, which made the master and servant look confused. Confused looking at each other.

"Master, who else will be there at this time?" Qingwen said strangely.

"I'll go take a look." Hanging the long sword on his waist, Zhou Yang strode straight to the store door.

(End of this chapter)