On the way back to Tangjiang, Xu Mu was worried. During this grain collection trip, he not only got hundreds of carts of grain, but also some inexplicable and weird information.
The person who disappointed Xu Mu the most was the junior captain Zhao Qingyun.
As a post-modern person, he knows the saying, "The dragon slayer becomes the evil dragon." If this is true, I really don't know what to do with Zhao Qingyun one day.
"My boss, I will return to Tangjiang later."
This round, Chang Shiro was very generous, sending one hundred carts of food and more than twenty guards to escort him all the way.
As if to announce something.
When the officers and soldiers guarding the city saw the Changjia Town sign, they didn't even dare to accept the money and hurriedly let in more than 20 carriages.
"My little boss, with this round of hundreds of carts of food, we have completed the mission. If my little boss wants more food in the future, just go directly to Changjia Town."
The guard leader of Changjia Town politely said goodbye. Not long after, after the food was unloaded, more than 20 carriages roared away again.
"Boss, are you okay along the way?"
After unloading the grain, Chen Sheng hurriedly led a few young men to gather together.
"It's okay, where is Zhuangzi?"
"Zhuangzi is fine...it's just that Hei Fu was stabbed."
"Black husband was stabbed?"
Xu Mu was startled for a moment, then frowned.
Here in Dongfang, Heifu, a gang of twenty or thirty people, can be said to be allies of Xujiazhuang. Heifu was also able to get more than a hundred taels of silver from the previous order of a thousand jars of wine. Undoubtedly, this relationship is like an alliance.
, will also become more reliable.
But he didn't expect that at this moment, Hei Fu would be injured.
"Are you from Nishifang?"
"It should be that when I led people there, two stickmen were already dead, and Heifu was also cut on the waist by a sword. His swordsmanship is extremely accurate. The doctor who was invited said that he might not be able to survive."
"My boss, I originally thought that if you don't come back in the next two days, I would buy a coffin and send it to you as a token of my gratitude to Xujiazhuang... It seems that I can't survive it."
In the huge Tangjiang City, if there are helpers in Xujiazhuang, it can only be the Dongfang gangsters led by Heifu.
Moreover, normally speaking, stickmen are not allowed to hold iron weapons, otherwise it will be a serious crime. But Xu Mu is willing to bet that even if he reports the matter to the official office, nothing will happen in the end.
The hands of the four major households want to cover the entire sky of Tangjiang City.
"My boss, what should I do? Before you came back, those gangsters threatened to kill Xifang to avenge Heifu and the others."
Fighting and killing is not the way out.
Xu Mu has always believed in this, so he restrained himself many times. Of course, the premise is that he cannot touch Xujiazhuang's bottom line.
"Let's go to Heifu's place first."
If the black man dies, the gangsters from Xifang over there will come in and completely disrupt the development of Xujiazhuang.
Making money in this world is often accompanied by chaos and bloodshed.
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After a day of going back and forth, it was already night when they left the village again. Si Hu and Chen Sheng each carried a grease lantern and walked heavily.
Three other young men followed coldly behind.
On top of piles of tiles, bow dogs looked like nimble wild cats in the night, clinging closely to the backs of Xu Mu and the others, taking their time.
"My boss, Gong Gou is repaying your kindness. In the past few days, he will run to the roof tiles at the top of the city, waiting for you to come back."
Xu Mu paused, raised his head and looked at the little hunchback in the night, feeling a little relieved in his heart.
Not long after, Xu Mu walked steadily and led people to the edge of the long and narrow old alley. When several stick men guarding the street saw Xu Mu approaching, they all cupped their hands and clasped their fists.
The night spread over the old city of Dongfang, dragging out wisps of bizarre afterimages. The frightened wild cat's hair exploded, and it hurriedly climbed over the wall with a dead rat that had been rotting for an unknown number of days in its mouth.
On the other side of the wall, the wild cat's body was cut into two pieces in mid-air before it even hit the ground. Blood oozed from the cat's eyes. It rubbed its short legs several times and never moved again.
Black Swallow retracted his sword, raised his head, and looked coldly at the hunchback figure still jumping above the tile head.
With a cold face, he pressed his hands.
The dozens of stickmen behind him quickly disappeared into the night.
"I told you, the little master will definitely come." Black Swallow lowered his head and sneered, "The little master is a bit stupid. In this world, it is considered murder and arson in exchange for a gold belt."
As he said that, a slight shame emerged on Black Swallow's face.
After eighteen years of fame, he actually had to rely on dog-like stickmen to surround him and kill him. If word spread in the future, he would lose all his face.
"If it's not something that can't be killed in the street, it's something that needs to be sent to the official household department, how could I do this?"
After finding an excuse, Black Swallow felt a little more relaxed.
No matter what, as long as he kills this round, these bad days will be over.
"The young boss has entered the house!" The Xifang stickman who was following him lowered his voice.
Black Swallow raised his head and held the long sword in his hand coldly.
…
The sour smell in the room rushed into my nose.
Hei Fu was lying on a wooden bed filled with ragged mattresses, his eyes full of pain. The sword seemed to be intentional, going around half of his waist, cutting half an inch of skin and flesh, and even cutting to the bone.
You can't die, you can't live, you can't live.
"Little boss, I'm going to die..." Heifu's voice was hoarse.
Xu Mu stopped in front of the bed and frowned tightly. In ancient times, there was no way to suture wounds. For such large wounds, only herbal hot compresses could be used to speed up wound healing.
But if the wound is too severe, it will be in vain.
That's why Heifu was so desperate, thinking that he would die. But as a post-modern person, Xu Mu understood that if the wound was sutured, there was a high probability that it would heal quickly.
"Little boss, please save my boss!" In the room, a dark and thin woman knelt down in front of Xu Mu.
Xu Mu raised his hand and helped the woman up.
He certainly has a way to save people. However, the situation outside the house seems to be wrong.
The whistle of the bow dog whistle has been sounded for three rounds.
…
Under the cover of night, a group of officers on horseback rushed back and forth, shouting loudly from time to time along the streets of Dongfang.
"There is a curfew in Dongfang today. No one is allowed to leave the house at will! Violators will be punished for stealing fire!"
"Tofang curfew! Don't leave home!"
The figures who were enjoying the cool air in front of the house hurriedly put away their benches, turned around and walked inside, closing the rickety wooden door with a bang.
Pedestrians wandering around began to speed up and run wildly.
The noodle seller pressed down the stall and put it on his shoulder a few times. The flower girl picked up the handkerchief that fell on the floor and hid in the pavilion.
"Everyone, my boss said, this is only for this time." A big official put the bulging money bag into his arms and spoke in a deep voice.
"You should know that if things like this happen, everyone will be in disaster."
The managers of the four major households all nodded and watched the official go away.
"Including Black Swallow's reward, the total is one thousand taels of silver. Is it worth it?"
"It's worth it. His previous order from the wine market was worth five thousand taels. If he comes back a few times, I'll drink the northwest wind."
"That's wrong. My four major families were born in the beautiful south of the Yangtze River. How can we drink the northwest wind?"
"There are seven people in total, that's seven corpses."
"Originally, he didn't want to do this, but he took advantage of Changjiazhen. This time he is seeking death."
"I heard they were killed all the way from the border. There won't be any problems, right?"
"What's the problem? After all, they are untouchables who have no place on the stage."
Lu Zizhong, wearing a big cloak, stood on the attic on the other side. After a pause, his wild laughter suddenly rang out in the night.
The moonlight penetrated the black clouds, laying down a layer of pale moonlight, dyeing the entire Dongfang white. A curfew made Dongfang look like half a dead city.
On the roof, the anxious police whistle of the bow dog became louder and louder.
In the room, Xu Mu twisted the silver needle, placed it on the oil lamp, and burned it several times.
On the bed, Mr. Hei's face was horrified as he was being held down. The wound on his waist suddenly opened and blood flowed out.
"My dear boss, there's an official outside shouting that there's a curfew tonight." A Dongfang stickman poked his head in from outside the door, his voice trembling.
Xu Mu frowned.
"Chen Sheng, there are a few people outside."
"There are a total of twelve Dongfang gangsters, all of whom are familiar with each other."
"What time is it now?"
"Zi Shi."
Xu Mu lowered his voice, twisted the silver needle with thread, and suddenly moved towards the wound under Hei Fu's waist. The hot silver needle penetrated the flesh, and blood droplets spattered high. Hei Fu, biting the whistle stick,
The pain made his eyes bulge.
"Si Hu, pick up the knife."
Si Hu stood up, took out the simple knife from his waist, and held it in his hand.
"With a long bow, if you dare to come within a hundred steps, you will be shot directly."
The sound of footsteps walking on the roof suddenly stopped coldly.
"Chen Sheng, lead the people to block the house. This time, my boss allows you to let go and kill."
Xu Mu sullenly sewed the last thread on. The weak Heifu had already fainted in bed from the pain.
Curfew? Even the officials are probably hiding, waiting until the fight is over before they come out to wash the floor.
"Two thousand miles from the border to the inner city, you are all idiots. We can even beat the Beidi people to pieces, how can we be afraid of these local chickens and dogs outside!"