Zhao Cai really proved his business ability. In less than half a pack of cigarettes, he picked up the broken can that cost six packs of money, and then placed it in front of the old madam as if he was claiming credit.
Hua Liuzi knelt on the ground with a plop, and kept kowtowing with a pale face... "Madam! Madam, please forgive me! There is no big money in this! It's all Song Wen's nonsense and slanderous words, and I was the only one who picked it up.
A few small coins... thinking about the hard work of the eldest lady, I saved a few money to buy some fruits for the eldest lady! The eldest lady..."
The old bustard snorted coldly and winked. The old dog next to him stepped forward and smashed the broken pottery pot. Dozens or hundreds of Tongbao coins and six golden ten-dollar coins rolled on the ground!
"Ah? This is, who put this in the jar? This is...Song Wen, it must be you! You..."
The old madam was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked Hua Liu in the mouth: "You bitch slave! You still dare to quibble? Everyone has gained the stolen goods, what else is there to say? Needless to say, all the guests who have been in the building in the past three months have
He keeps complaining about losing scraps of copper coins, and it seems that you are the only one who did it...Zhao Cai! Drag him to the woodshed and give him fifty lashes..."
Hua Liu, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, was dragged away by Zhao Cai and his men like a dead dog... Song Wen knew that in this evil feudal society, once a slave was branded with unclean hands and feet, he would have to live in the gutter for the rest of his life...
No master would trust such a slave again.
The old bustard took a few breaths, turned his head and squinted his eyes, looking up and down at Song Wen. Song Wen's sleeves showed a smile that was purer than a daisy...
"Song Wen... No matter what twists and turns there are, I'm not in the mood to care! You've done a pretty good job... I'll give you these small coins. You can still go back upstairs to do odd jobs in the future, but remember!
If you have unclean hands and feet, I will break your hands and paws! Do you understand?"
Song Wen cupped his hands and replied: "Don't worry, Madam, I will never take this dead end and do such a dirty thing!"
The dog-legged old woman hurriedly stepped forward to pick up a few coins and folded them for ten bucks. She also took out a handful of small coins and stuffed them into her sleeves. The old madam held out her chest and raised her head and turned back to the front yard with dignity.
Song Wen looked at the remaining copper coins on the ground, smiled, and finally picked them up, then took out a handful and stuffed them into the hands of the trembling little green slave next to him... "Hide quickly and wait for your Li Li.
When grandma comes back, tell her the truth in detail. You must avoid the eldest lady these two days. She and grandma Li don't get along, and she is afraid that she will seek bad luck for you! "
The green slave wiped his tears and stuffed the copper coins back into Song Wen's hand... "Brother Wen, you can keep this money for your expenses! I have my grandma to take care of me, it's okay! These days... these days you are crazy
You are stupid and stupid, which makes the slave family very sad. Hua Liu also said that you are already sick and stupid, and you are a useless person who will not survive!"
Song Wen didn't know what to say for a while. In the end, he just sighed and watched the green slave staggering away into the side courtyard.
Song Wen looked up at the moon, then rushed towards the woodshed.
The firewood house of a brothel has two functions. The outside shed is a place for storing firewood, and there are several small compartments inside which are built tightly with mud walls. Those disobedient prostitutes and slaves...all have experienced the experience of brothels.
The firewood shed is so powerful! Once locked up in the firewood shed by the old bustard, it would be a trivial matter for you to lose your skin...
As soon as he arrived outside the door, Song Wen saw Zhao Cai, the guardian of the hospital, blowing the wind at the door with his arms open. The sound of whips and Hua Liu's miserable howls could be heard faintly in the woodshed... Zhao Cai glanced at Song Wen: "
What? Come here to watch the fun? I know Hua Liu has been cheating on you a lot in the past few years, but this time he is unlucky, you little bastard, you must have said something bad, right?"
Song Wen shook his head: "Brother Zhao, we are both servants living in the backyard. I feel bad when I see him doing something wrong..."
"Haha, stop talking nonsense! A lot of loose copper coins have been lost in the building these days. The eldest lady was so angry that she deducted a lot of money from me every month. That bastard Hualiu... I must destroy him this time!"
Song Wen nodded: "Hua Liu is to blame, but I'm afraid he will hate Brother Zhao and me in the future..."
Zhao Cai took a sip: "How dare he? Let's let him have a good memory this time. When he sees grandpa in the future, he will pee in his pocket! Huh..."
Song Wen stretched out his hand and saw a handful of copper coins, which made Zhao Cai narrow his eyes... "What? You don't want to plead for this bastard, do you?"
"No, no, it's because this guy and Brother Zhao are suffering from anger, and if I spare him, wouldn't the lady be angry? The lady rewarded me with this money, and when I thought about it, why am I worthy of the lady's reward of so much money?
Brother Zhao is the one who works the hardest here, so these rewards can be used as a treat for Brother Zhao to have a cup of tea!"
Zhao Cai frowned, then smiled and cursed: "Hey! I almost died from a serious illness. Is it possible that you, a stinky boy who looked at your head and brain, got enlightened? Haha... It's really strange that this happens every year.
Arrive! Since we are not asking for mercy, we are going to take action... Hey, get out! Don't worry, Hua Liu, this thief, will definitely shed a layer of his skin..."
Zhao Cai took the copper coins and stuffed them into his arms, rolled up his sleeves and entered the woodshed... A moment later, Hua Liu's howl became even more miserable!
Song Wen stood alone in the night and shook his head, and then murmured: "The original owner of this body and the green slave have been bullied by you for almost ten years, and you have almost killed them several times... This time, even if you are the dead man,
The debt has been repaid! From now on, you two will be cleared and you will not owe each other..."
The next day, when Song Wen got up, he didn't see Hua Liuzi, who lived in the same room, being sent back. When he inquired about it, he said that he had been sold to Zhuangzi outside the city by the old bustard, and it was estimated that his life would not be easy in the future.
Song Wen went to the front yard to get a set of green clothes and a hat and dressed up a little more decently. After all, he had to go back to the building to serve the guests. When passing by the well, Song Wen took a careful look at himself in the water... It was okay to wash himself off.
He has a handsome face, but his face is pale and his skin is dull, with a bit of a sick look as if he is just recovering from a serious illness.
Going on duty in the evening, Song Wen got up and left the backyard and headed straight for the Wan'an Bridge on the Bianhe River.
With some money in his hand, Song Wen went to the foot shop and bought two bottles of wine and some sesame cakes, and then came to the stone where he wanted to commit suicide last night.
"Is the old man still there? Did he starve to death?"
Song Wen had just raised the bottle and took a sip when suddenly a shadow fell to the ground from the wooden arch of Wan'an Bridge.
The old beggar stretched out his body, looked at Song Wen sideways and asked: "Hey, the dead ghost has turned into a turtle? Is this a complete thought?"
Song Wen threw a pot of wine, and the old beggar took a sip and shook his head: "It's like sour water, just drink it! What are you doing here?"
Song Wen looked up at the old beggar's eyes and said, "I'm here to thank you. Thanks to your words, I decided to try to live. The Song Dynasty is not bad, and Bianliang is also good! I have thought about it. Who said that Turtle Gong can't?
Are you living a carefree life?"
Hearing this, the old beggar took a sip of wine and sprayed it on the ground... "What did you say? Last night, you were still so strong that you couldn't stand the humiliation and wanted to die... Today you just want to be a good turtle?"
Song Wen was stunned for a moment: "What? Is there no future in being a turtle man? It's better than being a beggar, right?"
The old beggar pointed at Song Wen and cursed: "I persuaded you because I thought you had some blood. Why the hell do you still want to go back and be a turtle?"
"I am a domestic slave who was signed a deed of sale since I was a child. What can I do? Should I become a runaway slave and become a beggar and a refugee? I don't even have a household registration!"
"You...I...you...oh, forget it, if you want to be a turtle, just do it! It's better to die than to live...hum!"
Seeing that this weird old man didn't seem to want to have any serious entanglements with him, Song Wen sighed and asked, "Old man, who are you? What do you want to do here?"
The old beggar snorted: "It's none of your business?"
"What if I can help you?"
"You are a little turtle looking for life and death, how can you help me?"
"Tell me about it! Don't be embarrassed!"
"Fart! Who's sorry?"
The old beggar squatted on the stone with a wine bottle and continued: "Wang Jin, the gun and club teacher of the Bianliang Forbidden Army...do you know?"
Song Wen's heart suddenly felt as if an electric shock had passed through him, but he pretended to be confused and shook his head.
The old beggar spat and said bitterly: "I am his fellow junior, and I came to Bianliang to help him solve a problem, but that stubborn donkey insisted on telling me to mind my own business! Plus, his enemy
I have a close relationship with the gang in Bianliang. In order to avoid those eyes and ears, I can only hide in these nooks and crannies and wait for opportunities..."
Song Wen asked tentatively: "What opportunity are you waiting for?"
"Wait for the opportunity to kill!"
"Kill who?"
"The current favorite of the official family, Gao Qiu's adopted son..."
Song Wen suddenly blurted out: "I guess... you want to kill Gao Yanei?"
The old beggar took a sip of wine and asked doubtfully: "Don't you know these officials? How do you know Gao Yanei? Gao Yanei is included in the genealogy of Gao Qiu's family, and he is considered his own son... He also accepts this adopted son.
Three or four of them, this is the son of one of his companions back then, his surname is Zhou Mingxu and his nickname is Hu Dao Tai Sui. He is a lazy and rogue man who has done a lot of evil things in the past few years!"
Song Wen suddenly understood and nodded: "Since you are not an official, why did you get into trouble with the Forbidden Army Gun and Stick Master?"
"Gao Qiu was favored and flourished at the height of his domineering behavior...one man attained the power of a chicken or a dog and ascended to heaven! What's so strange about this? It was Zhou Xu who robbed a shop by force, and the owner of the shop happened to have some crooked in-laws with senior brother Wang Jin.
Then he was stopped by senior brother Wang Jin! As a result, this guy tried to bring bad luck to senior brother several times. Last time, he almost brought someone into his home and raped his daughter Yueniang! How can I spare him when he is a thief?"