Fantasy: Starting From Being In A Desperate Situation And Running Around As Escorts

The next day, early morning.

Li Changshou made a fire to cook.

After a while, there was sorghum rice batter and four sorghum pancakes on the table.

A pickle lump.

The old man had lost most of his teeth and was chewing on the dough.

It's like chewing beef.

"What about the Xianbei people?" the old man suddenly raised his head and said.

"Didn't I tell you where the outhouse is?"

"Bring it to me and let me see it."

"I'm eating, what are you doing with him? It will affect your appetite."

"You can take it if you are told! There is so much nonsense."

The old man emphasized his tone.

Li Changshou had no choice but to put down his bowls and chopsticks, go to the outhouse to pick up the rag, and then walked back.

Place the rag wrapped around your head on the ground.

The old man glanced at it, pulled out his leg, and kicked it.

Cursing, "Xianbei people fuck their ancestors!"

Li Changshou concentrated on eating.

Even if the sorghum noodles are made into a paste, they still choke your throat and taste rough.

There are more coarse grains and less fine grains.

Corn flour steamed buns, the more I eat them, the less I want to eat them.

Sorghum noodles are "helao", and the more you eat, the more you get heartburn.

However, being able to eat these things without starving to death is already a great luxury.

After eating, Li Changshou rearranged the bag containing the Xianbei warrior heads and carried it out the door.

The snow outside has stopped.

The merchants and hawkers also set up their stalls early, and shouts were everywhere.

"Longevity! Longevity!"

Some people gathered on the street corner and were chatting.

There were two people who had dinner together last night, including Masan.

I met Li Changshou and asked him to come over.

"Longevity, that son of a bitch Xianbei warrior is dead!"

"Dead? What's going on?" Li Changshou walked over calmly.

"Ask your third brother. Your third brother was the first to discover it."

Masan looked proud and talked nonstop.

“Fuck!! I was going back after drinking last night.

When I walked to the alley, I felt I stepped on something.

When I looked down, daddy was almost scared to death.

It's a headless corpse!

At that time, daddy didn't notice that it was the Xianbei warrior, so he hurried home.

As soon as I went out this morning, I heard from my neighbors that the Xianbei warrior was dead and his head was missing.

Only then did I know that the corpse last night was that of a Xianbei warrior..."

Li Changshou nodded thoughtfully.

"I don't know who did it. Xianbei people are not easy to mess with." Someone worried.

"It doesn't matter who did it, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

"How damn refreshing, making these Xianbei people arrogant!"

"Where do you think the head of that Xianbei beast went? I heard someone said it was an evil ghost seeking his life..."

"Weird."

After chatting for a few more words, Li Changshou was ready to leave.

"Hey, Changshou, where are you going with your bag?" Masan asked.

"Zhao Laosan's father from Liujie is ill and wants to prepare a coffin for the occasion. I will help him.

He didn't have any tools at home, so I borrowed them from someone else. "

Ma San smiled and said, "You really can take on any job."

“It’s not easy to make some money these days.”

People were coming and going on the street, and Li Changshou was walking across the street carrying a bag.

No one looked at him twice.

Stories about Xianbei warriors are spreading in the streets.

Li Changshou walked to Mud Bottle Alley and knocked on a door.

The door was opened by a bearded man.

Seeing that the person coming was Li Changshou, he turned aside to let him in.

The bearded family of three are eating.

Bearded, his name is Lin Hu.

Jianghu reported "Tiger Gun!"

A long spear looks so majestic that no one can get close to it.

Shoot like a tiger! !

From this title, it is enough to see how powerful Lin Hu is.

In his early years, he joined the army and followed General Yue to resist the Xianbei people.

Then General Yue was framed by someone from the court.

Several of General Yue's subordinates were also wanted by the court and had to flee.

He turned to the darkness and fought against Xianbei, barbarians and others.

When Lin Hu's wife saw something moving outside, she took her child back to the house and closed the door consciously.

Li Changshou handed Lin Hu the bag containing the head of the Xianbei warrior.

Lin Hu took a look, confirmed the other party's identity, and nodded.

"Thank you for helping me, my legs are weak..."

"Okay, let's stop being so polite. It's time for the child to go to private school." Li Changshou said in a casual tone.

"If you don't have so much spare money, just let his mother teach him how to read a few words at home.

"Who can't bear hardships, my child? I have two books over there. I'll bring them to you tomorrow."

"Have you eaten? Come in and have a bite." Lin Hu said.

"No, I'm going back."

Lin Hu whispered: "Tang Banner will not fall!"

"Don't tell me this, just be careful."

Li Changshou turned around and left without looking back.

He had worked with General Yue and served as his sword-wielding guard.

After General Yue was killed, he returned home and did what he could with Lin Hu and others.

That's all.

.........

Jianghu, three religions and nine streams.

Have your own rules.

There are eight gates of light and eight gates of darkness.

The eight secret doors are: bee, hemp, swallow, sparrow, flower, orchid, kudzu, and wing.

Each door represents a profession.

Let’s talk about Rong first, referring to the thief.

Calls himself "Rongxing" or "from the old Rong family".

The one who can claim to be a member of the Rong family cannot be a petty thief who steals chickens and dogs, but a big thief who works alone, also called "gaobai"

Weicheng eats spoonfuls of Rong family rice.

His surname is Zhang, and his given name is derived from his original name.

Zhang Deben, in his thirties.

Aquiline nose, triangular eyes.

No matter what the thieves in Weicheng stole, they had to leave it with him.

Wait until the limelight is over and the stolen goods are sold.

Zhang Deben takes 30%, this is the rule.

Not just thieves, because they have many people under their command, they are often the first to know about big and small things in the world.

Sometimes, the government asked him to do things.

Zhang Deben had a parrot given by the Xianbei people, which could learn to speak.

Zhang Deben couldn't put it down and would carry the bird cage to the teahouse to drink tea every day.

It was the same today, with a sidelong glance.

I saw a young Xianbei man walking over.

Zhang Deben stood up and said with a smile: "Rare visitors, rare visitors!"

Turning around, he asked the shopkeeper to open a private room.

The Xianbei young man picked up his tea cup and got straight to the point.

"The news about the head being cut off has spread, and you know it.

I won’t say any more nonsense. Do you know who did it? "

The young people from Xianbei are in their twenties, wearing fur hats and thick fur jackets, and speak fluent Weicheng dialect.

"Sixth Master, don't ask me about this, don't say that I don't know, and I can't tell you if you know."

Zhang Deben has been in Weicheng for so many years and has become the leader of the Rong family in Weicheng.

Naturally, we know what can be said and what cannot be said.

The Xianbei man named Liuye suddenly leaned forward and stared directly at Zhang Deben.

Zhang Deben was a little embarrassed by what he saw and laughed twice.

The young man from Xianbei said in a deep voice: "Xianbei people will repay their kindness with a meal, and Yazi's resentment will be repaid!!

He killed our Xianbei warriors. This will definitely not be a good thing.

The Tang Dynasty is nothing but withered bones in a tomb! When Xianbei soldiers broke through Weicheng.

They will be happy to know that Brother Zhang is our friend, not our enemy. "

As the Xianbei young man spoke, he took out a yellow money bag from his waist and placed it on the table.

Inside are golden beans.

A big stick with sweet dates, first a threat, then a comfort.

Give benefits that are enough to shake people's original thoughts.

Zhang Deben rubbed his fingers with his hand, as if he was weighing his weight.

"So I ask again, where is the head of the Xianbei warrior?"

The young man from Xianbei said word for word.