Under the persuasion of others, the man named Heima, who was trying to harm the two hundred and fifty them, dropped his stick and spat fiercely at the bamboo cage: "Bah, these beasts should be stewed with dog meat!"
After he made such a fuss, the other five people almost sobered up and began to discuss how to send the three dogs out safely and get the three hundred taels of silver promised by their employer as soon as possible.
A man named Erdan said worriedly: "I went to the town to buy wine during the day, and there were people looking for dogs everywhere. It looked like they would not give up if they couldn't find the dogs. We have to be careful, otherwise we will not be able to eat and carry them if we are discovered."
Walk."
"Aren't you talking nonsense? If this dog wasn't so valuable, could we risk being beaten to death to steal it?"
The grumpy man, nicknamed Fat Hand, rolled his eyes at his companions and started thinking: "Why don't we wait until the limelight has passed before sending them away? Those people haven't been able to find the dogs for a long time, and they will give up soon."
This proposal was immediately rejected by a man named Mouse: "These three dogs are not ordinary dogs. It is too risky to keep them in our hands. It is better to pass a message to Diontou and let him pick them up by himself. Anyway, we can get them."
As long as we get the money, the rest is none of our business."
The other five people's eyes lit up: That's right, Da Onion only asked them to steal the dog, and he didn't ask them to deliver it to him. Couldn't it be done just by letting him come and get it by himself?
"Okay, let's do it!"
With the "excellent" way to transfer risks, the six of them could not control their inner excitement. They sat down around the broken table again and continued to drink from the half plate of salted soybeans left on the table.
After the remaining half of the jar of wine was consumed, none of the six brains were awake. They had no idea that what they had done had been exposed, and the dream of getting rich overnight was completely in vain.
In the darkness, a group of more than 20 people braved the cold wind and stepped into the boundaries of Majia Village.
"They're just ahead. They're all in that shabby thatched hut."
A teenage boy led the way. He was wearing a shabby cotton-padded jacket and his cracked face was blue and blue from the cold. It was obvious that his family was not in a good situation.
Song Xixi looked in the direction pointed by the young man and vaguely saw bits of fire coming from the hut.
Thinking that the people in the thatched hut were notorious bastards in the neighborhood who often stole chickens and ducks from other people's houses to beat teeth for sacrifices, she couldn't help but quicken her pace and pass the young man to run over.
"Wait a moment!"
The young man mustered up the courage to stop her. His expression could not be seen in the darkness, but there was a sense of pleading in his tone: "Miss Song, I, I beg you, in front of Heima and the others, please don't say yes.
I brought you here!"
Song Xixi knew that he was worried about being retaliated by Heima and others, so he immediately promised: "We have never seen you, how could you be the one who led the way!"
The young man was relieved, with a big smile on his face: "Thank you, Miss Song!"
Song Xixi nodded, no longer hesitated, and ran quickly to the hay shed.
"Slow down, slow down, be careful of falling!"
Zhao Mingliang, who volunteered to follow him to catch the dog thief, called out. Seeing that Song Xixi didn't seem to hear him, he couldn't help but quicken his pace and follow him step by step.
In the bamboo cage, Two Hundred and Five was still biting the cage relentlessly, and refused to stop even though his mouth was pricked with bamboo thorns and was bleeding.
Suddenly, its ears moved, it stopped biting, and its blue eyes stared closely at the exit of the hay shed.
The originally drowsy Pole Bench suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from the narrow cage with two pairs of big ears, and his dry nose sniffed desperately.
As if they were sure of something, the three dogs stared at the exit and wagged their tails excitedly: "Woo, woo..."
The master is the master’s footsteps and the master’s breath. The master is here to save them!
"Shut up, if you dare to yell again, I will kill you!" Heima was woken up, raised his hand and picked up the plate on the table and threw it towards the cage. It fell to the ground with a "pop" and broke.
Song Xixi was startled when she walked outside the thatched hut. She quickly stopped and listened to what was going on inside. She heard the excited barking of the dogs, and her heart that had been hanging for most of the night was relieved a little.
There was air leakage from all sides of the thatched shed, and the situation inside could be clearly seen through the gaps.
In addition to the six staggering drunkards, there was also a fire inside. Not far from the fire, there was a small bamboo cage. Who were the three dogs that had been looking for it for a long time?
Seeing that they were still alive and had not been stewed with dog meat, Zhao Mingliang and others breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Xixi had a cold face and kicked open the broken wooden door.
A loud banging sound instantly woke up the six Heima people from their sleep. Before they could react, they were all pushed to the ground by the swarming people, leaving no room for resistance.
"Who are you!" Heima looked at the group of people who appeared out of nowhere in panic, and most of his dizzy mind suddenly cleared up.
Zhao Minglang raised his foot and stepped on his face directly on the dirt: "The person who wants your life!"
Song Xixi ignored Heima and others who were screaming in agony, walked straight to the bamboo cage, and looked at the dogs with a sullen face as they pulled at the cage and screamed desperately.
"Woo, ow~" Erbai Wu stretched out a front paw with great effort and pulled her knees hard. The big tail shook out of the afterimage and landed on the buttocks of the pole bench.
The pole bench is much more eye-catching than it is. One look at Song Xixi's face and it's clear that he can't please her. The tail that was wagging so fast drooped down and slowly shrank between its two hind legs. The ears that were raised high up were also puckered.
He stood up and hung his head slightly, feeling extremely humble.
"Ouch?" Erbaifu, who was half a beat too slow to react, vaguely realized something was wrong. There was deep doubt in his blue eyes. Apparently he didn't know that he was wrong, and he didn't know why the owner didn't let them out.
After confirming that the three dogs had not suffered serious injuries, Song Xixi ignored the three dogs' grievances, picked up the heavy cage with one hand, and walked to Heima and others who looked shocked.
After a few glances at the six people kneeling on the ground, Song Xixi picked Heima, looked directly into his eyes and asked: "Who is the buyer?"
Heima was shocked and denied: "Old, I don't know who the 'buyer' is. You little bitch, let me go quickly, or you will regret it!"
Song Xixi laughed and kicked him over: "I don't know whether to live or die!"
"Ah...um!"
Before Heima could scream out completely, an extra foot was placed on his fragile neck, which made him roll his eyes and barely catch his breath.
"You'd better do it honestly, so you can suffer less punishment." Zhao Mingliang smiled happily and stood beside Song Xixi to imitate her handsome posture.
Heima finally realized that the little girl in front of him was not easy to mess with. For the sake of his own life, he gasped and said: "Hoo...hey, I, I'm going to call you, please forgive me, spare your life, spare your life..."