Large carts carrying food were parked in front of the tent at the storage warehouse of the Dalmore Camp. These were all counted, otherwise how would they be paid later?
"Sir, these are fine wines and meats. Look how fat and tender this mutton is."
The man who was leading the cart lifted up the tarpaulin on the cart, revealing the wine, meat and food inside, and said to the shaman disciples who were counting with a flattering look on his face. While speaking, he quietly stuffed a box of cigarettes in his hand.
It entered the hands of the shaman disciples, but the box of cigarettes had already been opened.
"Well, it's not bad. Let's get some points for unloading the truck."
The shaman disciple who was responsible for receiving and counting the goods looked at the cigarette box in his hand. From the surrounding firelight, he could see clearly that the box was not cigarettes. When he squeezed it with his hand, he knew that there was no cigarette in the box and it felt wrong.
Ah, then look at the opening. There should be money inside, but it's not much, just tens of dollars, but this makes him very satisfied.
After a while of busy work, the goods of the thirteen carts were unloaded. After the goods were counted, they were moved to other carriages. They were to be sent to other horse teams. They were responsible for the money turnover here, and the logistics was just that.
Those who do this are just like there is a joke about the artillery cooking class, taking the blame, being a cuckold, and watching others having sex. Although the logistics are never short of talk, they just eat what they eat, and there is not much more.
go.
The dozen or so cart drivers happily followed the counting shaman disciples to check out and get money. After they left, the six people under the cart looked around, looking for a gap where the sentries were patrolling.
The man carefully let go of his hand and lay down on the bottom of the carriage.
Six men in black fell under the cart. When they turned over, all six of them rolled out of the cart. All six of them moved their hands and feet. They were very tired from the journey.
"Go hide in the tent in front. If you have anything to say, we can talk inside."
The leading man in black, Ninth Brother, said goodbye and motioned for several people to enter the tent on the side. These tents were all simple tents that could be entered by lifting up the tarpaulin on the side.
The six men in black were stunned as soon as they entered the tent. There was a feeling of joy falling from the sky. This happiness came too suddenly. There were actually piles of fodder in the tent, all of which were used to feed the horses.
, there are sacks next to them, and these sacks are filled with fine feed for horses.
"Brother Ninth, is God opening his eyes?"
The man in black who just came in couldn't believe it. He was so sleepy that his pillow fell from the sky. He walked into a tent and it turned out to be a tent for horse fodder.
"This is because God doesn't like shamanism anymore."
Brother Ninth was also a little surprised. He just wanted to find a tent to hide for a while, and then look for horse fodder. Who knew that the tent he looked for as soon as he found it was actually full of horse fodder. God was really going to help them.
Dealing with shamanism.
"It really takes no effort at all."
The men in black next to them also knew what they were going to do. Getting out of the car was so smooth. This errand was so interesting, as if God had prepared it.
"Get started, sprinkle the medicinal powder into the fine ingredients and mix evenly."
Brother Jiu suppressed the joy in his heart and asked the brothers to take out their pockets. This pocket was a three-layered pocket with a layer of oilcloth in the middle to isolate the smell and moisture. This pocket contained a specially made medicinal powder that can be used every day.
, this medicinal powder is in the form of a brown powder. When you pour it into the horse feed and mix it, it is colorless and odorless and cannot be noticed at all.
"okay."
Several people opened the mouth of the sack of fine materials, took out a handful of medicinal powder, sprinkled it evenly, then tied the mouth of the sack tightly, and then held the sack and shook it, trying to shake the powder evenly.
"Watch carefully, don't tie the mouth of the sack wrong."
Brother Jiu put down the sack in his hand and asked a few people to pay attention to the knotting of the sack. The sacks were all made with special three-turn horseshoe buckles. If the people in charge of the forage found something wrong with the stitching, they would have to look carefully.
After inspection, it was found that there was something wrong with the fine material. Wouldn’t all the previous efforts be wasted? Therefore, we must make sure that the piercing is the same as before.
"Don't worry, Ninth Brother."
The man in black who was working quickly responded. The sack in his hand was not idle, and he kept shaking it hard.
"Okay, you should pay attention to yourselves. When you are done, go out and go to other tents to see if there is any fodder. I will go out and check first."
Brother Jiu nodded, as long as he said it, he would be annoying if he talked too much. He carefully went to the outside of the tent, opened a corner and saw that no one came out. He went to other tents to see if there was any fodder or anything.
In a quarter of an hour, the six people regrouped beside the carriage, because there were only three tents for horse fodder, and the others were just sundries. These people moved quickly, so they naturally finished the work quickly, and in the end they all returned.
There was some medicinal powder left. In line with the principle of shameful waste, the man in black sprinkled all the medicinal powder into the fodder. He emptied his pockets clean and nothing was wasted.
"Brother Ninth, it's gone. Let's withdraw."
The last man in black also arrived, and he lowered his voice and spoke to the leader, Brother Jiu.
"How did you come, how did you leave."
Brother Jiu also nodded and looked at the people patrolling outside who had just passed by. He looked over and saw that it was a good time, so he took the lead and got under the carriage.
Several other people also got into the bottom of the car, raised their hind legs, stretched out their hands, and hooked the carriage's front and rear. There were gaps in patrolling back and forth, and no one paid any attention to these dozens of empty carriages.
After a while, a dozen people came back happily after driving large trucks to deliver goods. They all got money from the logistics office of Shamanism Dalemore. This was considered a small profit. Can you be unhappy?
Moreover, I picked up some things for free on the road. Isn’t this all earned?
"Okay, we're all back."
The leader driving the cart shouted, asking these people to calm down first. Isn't this the right thing to do to make money? Isn't it just to make money to give things to these gunmen in this cold weather? This place is not a good place.
, they are all people with weapons, so it is true to get out quickly.
"Yes, yes, yes, come back quickly."
"Heat a pot of wine and tear off half of the dog's legs. How beautiful."
"Shut up and turn around quickly."
After listening to the words of the leading man, several cart drivers hurried to pull the cart, holding whips in their hands, and kept laughing and chatting with each other. They made money. It's not right to be happy. Let's eat and drink after going back.
That's not more appropriate.
"Crash."
More than a dozen large trucks came out of the side gate of the Dalemore camp. The delivery and empty trucks were definitely not the same door. The large trucks in a group were all empty, so they ran much faster than when they came here.
Outside the Liujia Village, there is a small courtyard entrance, which is the only way to enter the village. Liu Xiaoer and a few young men, wearing cotton clothes, cotton trousers, cotton coats, and fur hats, are waiting here. No matter what
Whether they were going out or coming in, Liu Xiaoer had to show them off for the sake of the money.