"Zhou Luo, you stay at the inn and keep an eye on your cousin."
"My boss, I understand."
The tiger carcass was sold and each received ten taels of silver. Where could he find such an owner? Zhou Luo was eager to return to Sitong Road quickly and tell his mother-in-law the good news.
"Brother Mu, where are we going?" On the street, Si Hu chewed two fried cakes comfortably, his mouth full of oil.
"Caiwei, where do your two old maids live?"
The purpose of coming to Hezhou is to collect grain. If the village of the two maids was closer, it would be a good idea.
"Xu Lang, they came to Xin'er and lived in Youpo Village a few miles away from Hezhou." Jiang Caiwei said crisply, holding the fried cake, and only dared to bite it in small bites, for fear of being disliked by Xu Mu.
Even when I was choosing a gift just now, I didn't dare to take more. I only chose two pieces of ordinary linen. In the end, Xu Mu helped me choose two pieces of good meat.
"Then go over there." Xu Mu responded with a smile.
Zhou Zun was injured, and the original manpower was insufficient. If we could get a few families to move to the winery and village, it would be a good journey.
Si Hu wiped his hands and hurriedly drove the carriage. Before Xu Mu could speak, he had already urged the old horse and drove out of Hezhou City.
Compared with Wangzhou, the peaceful appearance of Hezhou is much better. At least there are no refugees besieging the city, and at least the faces of the people walking along the road are not necessarily all sallow.
Therefore, Xu Mu is full of confidence in this grain harvest in Hezhou.
Along the way, I asked some passers-by and found the direction to Youpo Village.
Daji does not have the concept of house numbers. If you want to find someone, you can only tell them their name and nickname. Of course, you may not be able to find them right away.
After spending at least half a stick of incense and collecting a total of two pieces of silver, Xu Mu and the others finally found out the whereabouts of the two little maids.
"One is married to a butcher, and the other is married to a scholar. This is strange."
Hundreds of thousands of refugees from the north moved south in panic, which not only injected new blood into the gray industry, but also made it rare for many old mule drivers who had not married for most of their lives to marry maid wives.
Jiang Caiwei's two girls were very lucky. They only sold their bodies to get married and were not abducted to the Qingguan brothels.
"Which one should we go to first?" Xu Mu asked in a low voice, looking up at the sky.
There are two maids, one lives at the head of the village and the other lives at the end of the village.
"Xu Lang, over there with Tuzi..." Jiang Caiwei sounded anxious.
The reputation of the Daji Butcher is the same as that of the stickman, a job that is so rotten that it makes a living in the mud.
A butcher is a butcher, but unlike the butcher shops in the city, the butchers in rural villages usually collect small animals from hunters, skin and chop the meat and sell them for money.
In addition, butchers are often drunkards, and what they sell is not enough to drink. In such a business, it is often difficult to make ends meet.
The three of them stepped on the muddy village road, and soon they arrived in front of a dilapidated house.
Si Hu pulled at his waistband to make the plain knife more visible, then raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door.
Bang——
The wooden door was pushed open hard, and a middle-aged man with messy hair poked his head out, cursing.
"What to do?"
"Is Chun He at home?" Jiang Caiwei took two steps forward, her voice anxious.
"Chun He? Oh, that bitch seems to be called this." The big man took a sip of wine, staggered and sat on the ground, and then showed a slight ferocious expression.
"However, if you want to drive a pile, be a little slow. We just buried it yesterday. That little bitch is a filthy person. She couldn't survive a willow disease, so she knelt on the bed and cried. After crying for a few days, she died."
"How about you guys come back in two days? I'm going to the city to find a maid and a wife."
Xu Mu's body was trembling slightly, and Jiang Caiwei next to her had tears streaming down her face.
"Si Hu."
Si Hu, who was already impatient, was about to rush towards the big man in anger.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Caiwei had already taken a step forward, picked up a stone, and threw it at the drunken man with red eyes.
The big man's eyes bulged, his expression froze for a while, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
"Mu, Brother Mu, do you want me to fight?"
"Break both legs."
Xu Muxin's hair felt astringent, so he walked over and helped Jiang Caiwei up.
The country is about to perish and the people are in mourning.
This world of cannibalism is almost chewing up human bones.
"Xu Lang, Chun He is dead." Jiang Caiwei held herself up and cried extremely miserably.
Xu Mu could imagine how life and death must have been when one master and two servants fled from the north.
"Let's go to the end of the village and have a look first."
This sentence finally made Jiang Caiwei wake up suddenly and hurriedly ran towards the end of the village.
"Brother Mu, the scholar... shouldn't be able to do those things, right?" Si Hu said in a serious tone as he wiped the blood from his fist.
"I don't know either."
Xu Mu sighed and said hello, and he and Si Hu followed Jiang Caiwei and hurried towards the end of the village.
According to Jiang Caiwei, the second maid was named Xia Shuang, and she married an old scholar who farmed land.
Anxiously, Jiang Caiwei knocked on the wood door anxiously, and when the people in the room came out, Jiang Caiwei burst into tears of joy, hugging the figure who came out of the room with excitement, and even her body trembled.
"Little Miss, why are you here?" The woman who came out of the house was dressed as a village woman. There was still mud on her trouser legs. It seemed that she had not eaten well, and her face had a slight sallow color.
Needless to say, this little village woman is the maid Xia Shuang.
"My husband is still studying. You go into the house and be quiet. Keep your voice down."
Jiang Caiwei hurriedly took out two pieces of linen and handed them to Xia Shuang.
"Miss, you can make your own clothes, so that I can have clothes to cover myself."
Is there anything to cover your body? The short skirt on your body is probably made from a men's robe, and it is densely patched.
"Come in, come in, keep your voice down, keep your voice down." Xia Shuang did not forget to warn her again, and from time to time she raised her head and looked at Xu Mu who was standing behind.
She also knew that her young lady married a gangster. A gangster is a very bad person.
Si Hu walked at the end, carrying two pieces of good meat into the room. The aroma of the meat finally made the old scholar who had been sitting under the lamp for a long time get up in panic.
"Xia Shuang, where did this distinguished guest come from?"
"My young lady is here to get married. Husband, please go read a book."
"There's no rush. I've been watching for a day and I happen to be a little tired."
The old scholar walked a few steps forward. The white-washed scribe's robe on his body was obviously a bit ill-fitting.
Xu Mu hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should leave a few taels of silver to invest. If in the future this scholar who studied hard in a poor family suddenly reaches high school, there might be a way out.
Unfortunately, he quickly rejected this idea.
He could clearly see that the book open on the old desk was not the Four Books and Five Classics, but a hand-copied erotic book.
Jiang Caiwei was also literate and happened to see it. She turned around and her face turned red instantly.
The old scholar calmly put away the manuscript and hid it in his belt.
"I originally wanted to go to a restaurant in the city to have a happy gathering with many classmates, but I just felt a little unwell."
"Don't bring wine or meat with you when you come again from now on. I often eat it. A few big families in Hezhou even invited me to a banquet two days ago and had a whole deer banquet."
The old scholar spoke calmly, as if he was telling the truth.
Xu Mu paused and didn't know how to answer for a moment. These days, it's rare for ordinary people to be able to eat meat.
Xia Shuang, who was holding the meat strips, accidentally let go of his hand, and the meat strips rolled into the dust.
The old scholar, who was originally calm and composed, screamed strangely in shock. He hurriedly bent down in distress, picked up the strips of meat and blew and patted them.
Xu Mu's face twitched. With this look, it must have been three or two years since he tasted meat.