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Chapter 93: The Black Flag

Xinxing Town is not small, but not big. A bluestone road connecting the east and west links the town together. Along this bluestone road, there are dozens of shops, teahouses, restaurants, and carriages that can only be seen in the county town.

Although Xinxing is a town, it is the gateway to Zhaoqing Prefecture. Its land is well-connected and is the primary transportation place at the southern end of Yunwu Mountain. Smart businessmen will naturally not let go of this treasure land. Although this is a chaotic world, no matter how chaotic the world is, as long as there are still people living, they will have business to do with food, drink, defecation and wear. In addition, Xinxing Town is a key transportation place, so naturally there are many more types of business than elsewhere.

However, in broad daylight, few people walked around the bluestone road, which was crowded in the past. Most of the shops had doors closed, and only one restaurant and one store had doors open.

There are several tables of business in the restaurant, but the green camp soldiers were eating and drinking. Manager Song of the restaurant sat in a private room on the second floor, drinking tea and making a tent, and he was not worried that the green camp soldiers would eat without paying for the meal. Because the owner of this restaurant was Zhao Shiyu, the headmaster of the green camp soldiers, who was eating in the restaurant where the headmaster was run by his own boss. How many green camp soldiers dared to eat the king's meal if they were tired of living?

It is quite lively from the restaurant. There is actually no business in the cloth shop opposite. The two guys sat there lazily looking at the restaurant. Manager Song could tell from their saliva from time to time that these two guys must be greedy. The owner of the cloth shop is from Zhaoqing Mansion. I heard that he has something to do with the prefect, so he can only buy this shop with a pretty good land area. The Green Camp also explained it, so no one dared to go to the cloth shop to make trouble.

But now other families are closed, so why is the cloth store still open? There is no ghost to see. Can his family have business? Judging from the appearance of these two gangs, maybe Fatty Qi is sleeping alone, but he asks these two bitter gourd eggs to hold them in front. If there are dates or not, let's talk about it, this fat man is idle.

Manager Song thought about it, suddenly sighed and cursed in a low voice: "This is a murderous person." Then he moved his eyes to several wooden poles not far east. Several cages were hung on the wooden poles, and a ball of things was stuffed inside. He didn't dare to look closely in the cage, and he turned his gaze without even taking a look, because he knew that the black thing was nothing else, but the head that had just been cut off last night.

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There is a wilderness to the east of Xinxing Town. For some reason, the land here is much worse than other places, and the crops are planted very little, so no one in the town is willing to plant the land here. Over the years, this wilderness has gradually become a mass grave.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen men with braids and dressed clothes in the mass grave and were digging hard. There were seven or eight holes, and there was a ox cart on the side, which was covered with straw mats. I don’t know what it was covered.

"Everyone dig it up quickly. I'll bury these dead ghosts sooner, so let's go back sooner."

Mr. Li is old in the town and has a cough all year round. He has to stop and cough a few times after saying a few words, otherwise he might not be able to inhale the air and die.

The men who dug the pits were all men from the town, most of whom were grown up when Li Laoquan watched him grow up because he was too young, so he respected Li Laoquan very much. After Li Laoquan spoke, they all got up one by one. No one wanted to stay in this ghost place for too long. People who stayed here in broad daylight were so worried that they were right, and they would go home early after work.

Soon, the pits were dug, and Li Laoquan ordered a few more people to the ox cart to carry the body covered by the straw mat.

The face of Ming was hesitant, but under Li Laoquan's gaze, they still bit the bullet and lifted the body.

A younger man walked to the ox cart and murmured like a Bodhisattva. When others saw this, they also said a few words to these "dead ghosts" with a attitude of believing in their presence than not. It was not until Li Laoquan impatiently urged them that they took off the straw mat, then lifted the bodies on the car one by one, and then put them one by one into the already dug pit.

The bodies lifted down had no heads, and their heads were hung on wooden poles to the east of the town. After the death of a person, there was not even a whole body, which looked so pitiful.

After the body was buried in the pit, Li Laoquan looked over one by one again, finally sighed and shook his head helplessly. It was not that he had not asked Master Zhuang for his head, but the other party cursed him. There was no way, so he could only do this.

The tombstone must be unable to be erected. These people were killed by the Green Camp on the charge of "communication of the thief". They committed a great rebellion. Who dared to erect a monument for them? They could only record which pit was buried and turn around and ask their wives and children to come over to burn some paper money.

Under all the sadness, Li Laoquan was about to take people back, but suddenly, his body trembled and he stopped there without moving. The people next to him looked at the clouds along the straight line of sight and looked at Yunwu Mountain in the east. After a glance, they stopped there as if they were possessed. They saw a flag moving towards this side from a distance.

After the flag was closer, Li Laoquan and his group also discovered that there were many people in black under the flag. These men in black seemed to have emerged from the Yunwu Mountain in the distance. From a distance, they were covered in darkness, and I don’t know how many people were.

After the men in black appeared, they followed the flag forward, without the endless sound of trumpets, no shouts of shouting at the top of their lungs, no shouts of beatings, and just quietly followed the flag forward. In the town not far away, the sharp-eyed green camp soldiers also saw those people in black clothes.

Who are those people?

Everyone was wondering, not knowing what these men in black came to do.

"Are you from the court?" An honest man put down the shovel in his hand, looked at the men in black curiously, and hesitated: "It's from the black flag?"

"Does the imperial court have a black flag?"

After hearing this, the man next to him opened his mouth: "I heard that the imperial court had two yellow flags, two red flags, two white flags, and two blue flags, but when did I hear two black flags?"

"There is no such thing as two black flags in the court. Besides, it refers to the color of the flag, not the color of the clothes. Don't talk nonsense. Besides, can the Manzhou soldiers of the court come to our place? Don't yell around."
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