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Wu Ming carried his old canvas schoolbag and chose a small path to walk east for four hours before he arrived at Huangtang Village, two kilometers north of Shaxi Town, an important town to the east of Shangrao.

This is a three-way intersection. If the villagers in the north and the mountain villagers in the west have to take this road if they want to go to the town, they will rest in small shops in the village, drink a bowl of tea and eat something to fill their stomachs. Therefore, the village looks like a small market.

Today is the market day of Huangtang Village. There are many people coming and going on the only stone street, most of whom are carrying baskets or carrying loads. Almost all the shops and stalls on both sides of the street are sitting, and the host and guests are harmonious and seem to be doing well.

Wu Ming chose a tea stall under the big tree and asked the smiling boss lady for a bowl of tea. When he saw the green and steaming little rice dumplings on the bamboo steamer, he suddenly became greedy and asked for two casually to eat with relish.

Halfway through the meal, two middle-aged guests put down their backpacks and sat in. They shook their heads in the face of the boss's wife's warm greetings. They said angrily that when they walked out of Shaxi Town, they were plundered by a group of officers and soldiers and militia groups at the entrance of the town. Half of the salt bought by the hard-working medicinal materials were stolen. The two kept complaining that the world was in chaos, the officers and soldiers were like bandits, and they didn't know which day would be the end of this kind of life.

After hearing this, Wu Ming was secretly alert. He did not prove that there was no road in his body, and he did not want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he could only continue to choose to go east along the mountain path.

Wu Ming is familiar with the counties and towns under Shangrao. Although the county and towns are now very small and the roads are rugged and simple, the mountains are still those mountains and rivers are still those. The difference is that every mountain is lush and lush, and the river water is richer than what I remember. As long as you continue to move through the Yushan realm, there is a Zhejiang realm ahead, and it is safer to get there. No roads are blocked. At most, you can pay a few roads to buy roads. Most of them can deal with it when you find a reasonable excuse. At least no one treats him as a murder suspect.

After making up his mind, Wu Ming speeded up his eating speed. After finishing, he took out a big ocean to pay the bill and asked for five rice cakes to exchange for the boss's handful of greasy silver hair and copper plates. Wu Ming put it in his pocket without counting it, and stood up and left with the boss's polite smile.

After walking a few steps, I heard envious comments coming from behind: "I don't know which young master is, he is rich! I drank a bowl of tea and ate two rice dumplings, and took out a big ocean, so I asked him for money to count, tsk tsk!"

Wu Ming was quite helpless. At this time, except for silver dollars, he had not yet figured out the various silver hairs and copper plates in the world, so he could only pretend that he had not heard others' comments.

When he was about to walk out of the village, Wu Ming accidentally saw a barber shop on the left, with only one student-like customer cutting his hair, and no other customers waiting beside him. Wu Ming touched his long shawl covered in sweat, thinking that his student outfit was very disproportionate to his beard, so he turned around and walked in.

The boss asked Wu Ming to sit down first, no longer chatting with the guest who had cut his hair and was shaving his face. Not long after, he finished smiling and stopped. He took the three copper plates handed over by the guest, and instead greeted Wu Ming.

A barber in his fifties asked Wu Ming to sit down: "Sir, what kind of head shape is cut? Why don't you get a new trendy head shape like this customer?"

The young guest who had just finished his hair was in front of Wu Ming, looking at the mirror as big as a palm on the wall. Wu Ming looked at the blue scalp around his head and the pot lid hairstyle above, and was so scared that he refused: "No, no! I can't catch up with this trend, just cut it short, it's not high requirements. Don't cover your eyes in the front, don't cover your ears on both sides, and don't cover your collars in the back."

"So? Is your beard shaved?"

"Shake it."

"Okay!"

The barber agreed, but in his heart he felt that Wu Ming's request was finally cut, but this young master did not cut it shorter, which was somewhat prodigal.

After thinking about it, the barber still picked up the flying cuts made by some blacksmith shop with a spring breeze on his face, and carefully cut Wu Ming's hair. While working, he asked if Wu Ming was a local? Waiting for him wherever he wanted to go. Wu Ming always answered briefly and patiently, and asked a few questions about the local and Yushan on the east side from time to time, which immediately attracted the knowledgeable barber to introduce it endlessly.

More than twenty minutes passed, Wu Ming stood up and looked at the wooden mirror as big as a palm. He felt quite satisfied with his smooth face and chin. He took out five copper plates and put them in the barber's hand. With the barber's repeated thanks, he walked out of the shop and striding north.

Walking along the strange path until evening, Wu Ming finally came to the familiar riverside, called Yuya Creek, which flowed into the Xinjiang section west of Yushan County, and flowed until Shangrao and finally poured into Poyang Lake.

The ancient town you can see faintly on the south side of the river is probably Hengjie Town, a thousand-year-old ancient town. As long as you go south along the river road for about fifteen kilometers, you can reach Yushan County. After passing Yushan, you will be in Changshan County, Zhejiang.

Wu Ming had no intention of passing by Yushan. He looked up at the dimming sky. After calculating, he walked up the mountain and down the slopes. In fourteen hours, he actually walked nearly sixty kilometers, and almost all of them were mountain roads.

After doing this, Wu Ming was a little surprised. After resting for a while, he felt his legs were swollen and hungry. He knew that he could not walk even if he sat down, so he had to stand up and continue on the road.

Not long after he arrived at the flat side of the river, Wu Ming was lucky enough to see a small fishing boat. He loudly asked the boatman to help cross the east bank. The simple boatman saw him wearing a student outfit, tall, gentle and talented, and spoke politely and kindly. He was willing to fly the boat to dock to help. Crossing the river, he only collected Wu Ming's two copper coins, and he was unwilling to ask for one more son.

Wu Ming watched the shipboat roll the boat down the river, then walked up the river bank and came to the side of the road. He looked at the town in the south for a long time, but finally continued to walk along the small road on the Dongpo. It is estimated that there must be someone in front of him. People in the countryside are very simple these days, and it is no problem to talk well and ask people to stay overnight. It is better than taking risks in the town. In my memory, Hengjie Town is also like Shaxi Town. It is a thousand-year-old town with a large population and a relatively prosperous one. It is not far from Shangrao. It is very likely that some officers and soldiers were ordered to set up a chuck.

Walking four or five miles along the stretching foot of Lianhua Mountain, the sky became more hazy, and there was no family in the field of view.

Wu Ming felt a little bitter. He walked to a stream and scooped water and drank it hard. He raised his head and suddenly remembered that the population was not large at this time, and many villages probably did not appear. He had to take a step and speed up and secretly decided to walk a few more miles. Even if there was no one, he would have to find a place to deal with it overnight. Fortunately, most of the snakes, scorpions and venomous insects did not come out at this time, and there would be no danger in camping outdoors at night.

Fortunately, a lonely house soon appeared in front of him. Wu Ming was immediately energetic, but when he saw the place, he found that it was a dilapidated land temple.

Wu Ming was a little disappointed. He stood at the temple gate without a door panel and thought for a while, but finally decided to stay. He untied his schoolbag containing a box of cannons and a few rice cakes, picked up the dead grass and wood on the ground, took out matches from his schoolbag and carefully ignited them, and then sat down with confidence.

After a while of rest, Wu Ming looked at the fire and the ground full of dust and sheep dung, and could only go out again to find a large hug of dead grass and branches. He used the fire to remove several shaking thresholds and wooden windows to prepare, and then spread the dead grass and lay down.

As night fell, everything was silent. Wu Ming, who was exhausted all over, finally threw two big woods into the fire. Finally, he couldn't stand the sleepiness and fell asleep. The burning flames shone on his tired face, giving him warmth and peace.

Not long after, several black shadows suddenly appeared and quietly touched the bright ruined temple in a very organized manner. The short and strong man in black clothes in front approached the door and saw Wu Ming clearly. Hearing his uniform and long breathing sound, he straightened his waist and made a gesture with confidence. The two strong men soon came to him, exchanged their eyes for a moment, and then touched Wu Ming together.

The short and strong man slowly squatted beside Wu Ming, stretched out the sharp blade in his hand, and pressed steadily on Wu Ming's neck who woke up: "Don't move! You'll be killed if you move."

Wu Ming felt the coldness and tingling pain on his neck. He knew that his skin had been cut, so he did not dare to resist at the moment. He watched the two men tie up their legs.

"This sheep was not very panicked and had bad eyes. It was like a Jianjiazi. You two were careful and tied his hands tightly."

The two guys quickly turned Wu Ming over and tied his hands together. Then the short and strong man carefully put away his knife, picked up the schoolbag beside him and opened it, took out the gun inside, and immediately widened his eyes: "Authentic German box cannon, good thing! This guy must have a great background, and there are so many oceans, that's it! I caught a fat sheep!"

The two strong men stared at the ocean on the ground and the box cannon in the man's hand excitedly, and then looked at Wu Ming, who was lying on the ground and resigned to fate, with a look of joy on his face.

The short and strong man thought about making a gesture, and a guy immediately took out a black cloth bag and put Wu Ming's head up in a few seconds.

Wu Ming was shocked. Before he could turn over, he was hit hard in his head. After a muffled sound, Wu Ming fainted softly.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wu Ming slowly woke up in the severe pain and constant bumps. He had no choice but to put a black cloth bag on his head, and he could not see anything. He could only tell from the warm things and pungent smell under him that he was tied to the horse’s back. The footsteps and horse hooves from time to time came from time to time were mixed with the sound of horse hooves, as if he was walking on the winding mountain road.

After more than an hour, the team stopped. A few shouts came from the front. Wu Ming heard the short and strong man beside him respond loudly. Then the team continued to move forward. After a while, he finally stopped. Someone came over to untie the rope on Wu Ming's legs. A big hand suddenly pulled Wu Ming off the horse. Wu Ming's shoulders fell on the ground and his head hit the hard ground. He fell to his eyes and couldn't help but hum in a low voice.

"Well, where did my second brother get such a long man back? He was so tired that he couldn't walk."

The men around him laughed wildly. Before Wu Ming could recover, several big hands had already pulled him up hard, dragged him away without saying a word, and soon entered a warm air place and threw him down. No one untied the rope on his hand and the cloth bag on his head for him.

Wu Ming lay in pain on the cold ground, feeling his hands numb and unconscious, his whole body seemed to be disastrous, every second was so long and so unbearable that he was so anxious that he cursed.
Chapter completed!