Qin Official

A corner of Huaiyin Market, far away from the main road, was surrounded by passers-by. Xiao Lu, who liked the excitement, finally squeezed in and saw what was going on inside.

But they saw that on both sides of the conflict, on one side was a tall young man wielding a sword. He was in good shape and his hair was neatly tied. He was only wearing a blouse and the straw sandals on his feet were tattered, like a beggar.

On the other side was a young man covered in oil stains. Looking at the two butcher cases behind him, with three or five skinned dogs hanging on them, he must be a young man who was being slaughtered.

The two men were facing each other there. The young man in the massacre had his breasts exposed and was holding a sharp bone-picking knife with a fierce look in his eyes. The young man in the clothes on the other side was holding a sword and remained silent.

"What happened?"

The efficiency of Qin's officials was still high. The city magistrate arrived immediately and came in with a frown. When he asked, someone immediately responded: "Market magistrate, it's Han Xin who came to ask for food again. Xu Tu's son refused, so the two of them got up. There was a quarrel.”

The young man in the massacre immediately threw the knife away and said with a smile: "Sir, it's Han Xin who came to my house again to ask for food. I'm discussing the price with him. Don't worry, nothing will happen!"

"I see."

The city official gave the unemployed young man with a very bad reputation in Huaiyin a cold look, and ignored his pleading eyes and said, "It seems nothing has happened. The second and third sons should all leave!"

After saying this, the city official ignored the conflict in front of him and walked away.

Xiao Lu was surprised, how could there be such an official? You know, private fighting is against the law. When I asked others in a low voice, they laughed and said:

"Don't say he is a city official. We have long wanted to see Han Xin in trouble. This incompetent person needs to be punished!"

At this time, Han Xin wanted to walk around, but the butcher boy blocked his way again.

"Xu Tu, what do you want?"

Han Xin spoke out of breath, as if he had been hungry for a long time and had no energy.

The butcher boy put his hands on his hips and said loudly:

"Nothing else, I just can't bear to see you strutting around the market all day long, and you still come to my house to look for water to cook. Dog intestines are a good thing. You, a useless person, only deserve to eat the contents of the intestines!"

Everyone laughed.

His words were unpleasant, but Han Xin was not angry and nodded: "Since you don't want to give it, I'll just leave and I won't come back again."

But the butcher boy still refused to give in. He stared at the sword in Han Xin's hand with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"Han Xin, in the past half month, you have also picked up a lot of money from my house. Zongzong, Zongzong, pawned it for hundreds of dollars. I think the broken sword you hold all day is worth this price. If you want to leave, you can leave the sword. "Excuse me, I will forget about the past, and I can still give you a pair of dog intestines today."

Han Xin was hungry, but he still hugged the sword in his hand and said resolutely: "Don't go too far!"

"Nai Gong wants to bully you today, what can you do?"

The butcher boy sneered: "Although you are tall and like to carry a sword and pretend to be a light knight, you are just a coward. Have you ever killed anyone with this sword?"

Han Xin said nothing and wanted to leave, but he was grabbed by the strong butcher boy and pushed back. Han Xin stumbled back to the corner with angry eyes.

He was no match for the boy.

"In this case, I don't want your sword anymore. If you want to go today, there are only two ways."

The butcher boy took a step forward, patted his exposed chest and said: "If you can kill me, stab me with your sword. If I die, the road will naturally be cleared. If you can't kill me, come and crawl under my crotch." past!"

Xiao Lu shook his head while watching. Isn't this an obvious insult? However, the Huaiyin people next to him were very excited, and some even shouted:

"kill him!"

"Han Xin, you are still not a man!"

Han Xin's eyes were like a wild beast trapped on a dead end road, and his hand was holding the sword tightly, as if the next moment, he would draw the sword and rush towards the dog-slaying boy!

But in the end, he lowered his head and squeezed out two words:

"I drill..."

For a moment, all voices were mute.

Under the proud smile of the butcher boy, and under the gaze of hundreds of villagers, the tall and tall Han Xin just lay on the ground, with his knees on the ground, sticking his butt out, lifting his clothes towards the boy, and crawling under the wide open crotch. !

Xiao Lu was also very surprised. He had thought that Han Xin would draw his sword and stab the butcher to death just before he got in. Such things often happened in street fights.

However, it didn’t happen. Although veins popped out on Han Xin’s face and his lips were about to bleed from being bitten, he still hesitated and crawled under the crotch...

After he got through the crotch, he looked up and saw hundreds of pairs of eyes, like a hundred arrows, piercing his bleeding heart.

That gaze is no longer looking at a person walking upright, but like looking at a dog.

Han Xin just stood up silently, brushed off the dust on his body, as if he could forget the humiliation just now, and picked up the sword on the ground, as if it was the only dignity he had left.

But just as Han Xin was about to leave, a bloody dog ​​intestine was thrown on his head from behind.

"It's a good drill. Nai Gong is happy. Take it."

The butcher boy leaned against the butcher shop and said with a smile: "Han Xin, you really only deserve to eat shit!"

…

"The inchworm bends to gain trust; the dragon and snake stings to protect oneself!"

Han Xin didn't ask for the dog's intestines. He just said this sentence as if to defend himself. Seeing that no one understood him, he left helplessly.

"This Han Xin is really a puddle of mud."

Everyone in Huaiyin shook their heads and dispersed one after another. They didn't know whether they were completely disappointed with Han Xin or regretful that they didn't see the bloodshed on the streets.

Xiao Lu also found it quite boring. If he were Han Xin, he would definitely kill the dog-slaughter boy with one sword. Even if he couldn't defeat him, he wouldn't suffer such a shame and humiliation.

He turned around boredly, only to see Xiao He standing aside with his hands behind his back. He also saw what happened just now.

"Father."

Xiao Lu hurried over. Xiao He came a little late and didn't see the whole process, but he heard the last words of Han Xin clearly.

How could a poor and helpless young man understand this sentence?

Xiao He was thoughtful, and then summoned a follower, whispered a few words to him, and the follower promised, and chased Han Xin in the direction...

The group of people strolled around the market again, and while eating at a restaurant in the city, they heard more stories about Han Xin from the people at the next table...

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"The Han Xin family escaped from outside more than 20 years ago."

While serving hot soup to several people, the host kept talking about past events.

At that time, King Qin was sweeping Liuhe, and war was everywhere. It was common to flee. Han Xin's parents died soon after arriving in Huaiyin, and Han Xin became an orphan. He grew up eating the food of hundreds of families.

When Han Xin got older, he still lived like this. He often lived in other people's homes and had free meals, once or twice. This was okay every day, and even a good-tempered person would feel disgusted.

So the only place where Han Xin could get food was at the pavilion chief's house in Nanchang.

"Nanchang Pavilion."

Xiao Lu's boat was docked there, and he nodded: "I have met the Pavilion Chief of Nanchang, and he is indeed a loyal and honest man."

She Ren said: "Of course, relying on the kindness of the Nanchang Pavilion Chief, Han Xin squatted outside the pavilion every day. Seeing the smoke coming from the cooking pot, he went over and sat on the edge, his stomach growling. The Nanchang Pavilion Chief couldn't stand it, so naturally he Ask his wife to bring him a bowl."

"In this way, Han Xin occasionally helped the Nanchang Pavilion Chief with some work, but most of the time he would leave after eating and come back the next day. This happened for several months... People who didn't know better thought Han Xin was the traitor of the Nanchang Pavilion Chief. Giving birth!"

Everyone laughed, and Sheren continued:

"The pavilion chief of Nanchang was generous, but his wife was angry and disliked Han Xin very much, so she cooked the rice early in the morning and ate it secretly with her family. Han Xin waited until the sun rose high and there was no smoke left and right. When he entered, the wife of the pavilion chief He was washing the cauldron and treated him coldly, and the director of Nanchang Pavilion pretended not to see him. Han Xin just left and never went to Nanchang Pavilion again."

"There are even more shameless things!"

The guest at the next table came over and added: "I anchored the boat by the Huai River. Since Han Xin lost his place to live, he dug for insects in the mud every day and fished for food by the river. There are often drifting females by the water." In Ma Huansha, an old drifter saw that he was hungry, and she felt pity for him, so she gave Han Xin a few bites of the cold rice she brought. Guess what happened? "

"How?" Xiao Lu asked.

The guest couldn't help laughing and said: "Han Xin actually ate that poor old floating mother for dozens of days!"

Rinsing silk wadding is a job that women often do. This business is very hard. Your hands are soaked in water all year round and the skin is cracked. You can't make much money. Only women from poor families can do this business. Such poor people can do it. After dozens of days in a row, it can be seen that Han Xin is really thick-skinned.

The guest added: "Han Xin didn't know it, but after eating a cold meal one day, he solemnly bowed his head to Piao's mother and said, 'I will repay my mother in return.'"

"In the end, after enduring him for dozens of days, his mother became angry and cursed Han Xin, saying that as a man, you can't feed yourself. I feel sorry for you, so I gave you food. How can I expect repayment? Han Xin was ashamed and never went to the river again. I started to look for food in the city, and went to the butcher every day to ask for water, wash off the dirt, and cook it to eat. After going back and forth, Xu Tu’s son became angry, and that’s what happened today.”

Xiao Lu hated him deeply: "He is indeed a shameless person."

Xiao He just smiled and shook his head and asked, "What happened to the sword in his hand?"

Shiren happened to come over with the dishes and replied:

"It seems that an old man passing by Huaiyin left it to Han Xin. The old man was also a beggar. He became very ill after arriving here. Han Xin saved him, took him back to the shack by the river, and fished for him to eat. The old man recovered from his illness. Later, he stayed there for more than half a year, teaching Han Xin how to read, and then left without saying goodbye, leaving only a sword to Han Xin."

"Since then, Han Xin has always walked with a sword wherever he went. Outsiders thought he was a light knight, but the locals knew that this man was cautious and had no chivalrous spirit. But it is strange that even if Han Xin is hungry, he will not Selling swords.”

Xiao He already knew everything he wanted to know. At this time, the entourage he had sent to do things also came back. He said a few words in Xiao He's ear and stared at the door of the restaurant.

"Han Xin, what are you doing here?"

The voice of disgust rang out, and everyone looked up, only to see Han Xin, who had a bad reputation in Huaiyin, standing dejectedly by the restaurant, still holding his sword in his hand. He stared at the threshold under his feet, not daring to step in.

The housekeeper immediately went over and chased him away like a dirty wild dog:

"There's no food left for you, go away, go away!"

Han Xin's face was in pain from long-term hunger. He was driven away. He took a few steps back and looked at Xiao He's men who summoned him. He also looked at Xiao He's father and son, who had long beards reaching to their chests and were dressed in brocade clothes, as well as the case. After a few fragrant fish dishes, I swallowed hard, mustered up my courage again, and said solemnly:

"He said, there is a distinguished person here, please treat me to dinner!"