The yamen officer who was slow to respond to everything went into the city to pick up Yang Dingrui's family. The other one who was a little more courageous stayed where he was, looking at the cart they were transporting the corpse, and chatting with Liu Chengzong.<
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Liu Chengzong was still interested in Gao Yingxiang's whereabouts, so he unsaddled Xiao Zhuanfeng, crossed his arms and talked to the government officials.
"Young man remembers it very clearly. People can't see the edge in the darkness. Walking north along Yanchuan River, the troops guarding the gate will escape looking for the wind. There is no mistake."
Go north.
Won't go too far north.
In my memory, Gao Yingxiang was a generous frontier horse dealer, a smuggler of goods and military horses, and he knew the roads best.
Liu Chengzong also went to the west from Yuhe Fort and knew that the Jingbian Fort, Longzhou City, Qingping Fort, Weiwu Fort, and the two border walls in the north of Ansai were impregnable.
He was puzzled by Gao Yingxiang's move to the north, and tried to predict where Gao Yingxiang would move next in possible directions.
In fact, Liu Chengzong knew that even if he could predict Gao Yingxiang's accurate movements, it would be useless, but he still couldn't help but want to make a judgment.
Just like a person falling into the water, he doesn’t know which straw is the life-saving straw next to him, but he still wants to hold on to it.
As if this can bring more possibilities for survival to everyone.
After the yamen officer told the whereabouts of Gao Yingxiang, Liu Chengzong, who was deep in thought, took the oil cake in his hand and tore it in half. He first wrapped one half with stained linen cloth, then stuffed the other half into his mouth and chewed it like a big hamster.
He looked like he hadn't eaten anything with oil and water in a long time. He was afraid that he would choke, so Liu Chengzong took off the water bag and handed it to him. The yamen servant took the water bag and drank two mouthfuls before thanking him continuously.
After eating and drinking enough, the yamen servant looked around, panting as if he was tired from eating, and slowly slid down the body of the pallet truck piled with corpses, sitting on the loess beside the car, closing his eyes and enjoying a moment of fullness.<
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Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps hitting the ground and heavy breathing not far from the official road, interrupting Liu Chengzong's meditation on Gao Yingxiang's whereabouts - out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone carrying a sharp knife and a small baby on his shoulder, breathing heavily and walking quickly
Come closer.
He was a man in his thirties, with an ordinary face and not very tall. He was wrapped in a dirty, thick short coat. His original color was so gray that his original color could not be seen. However, his body was thick and thick under the clothes, and he looked like a practicing practitioner. I am used to seeing skinny and famished victims, and a man like this who is obviously bigger than others can easily make people feel dangerous.
Liu Chengzong didn't know what happened, but when he saw this figure out of the corner of his eye, it was like a thorn in his back. He immediately grabbed the handle of the knife and took half a step back to distance himself from the Yamen servant. His whole body tensed up.
As he got closer, the man knelt down on the official road and kowtowed.
The three bangs of his head stunned Liu Chengzong, and frightened the yamen servants to roll over and block him in front, exclaiming: "Guo Zashi, you are crazy, what are you doing in front of the yamen general, I don't want to kill you!"<
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But the man ignored the panicked yamen servant, raised his head, his eyes were red, his words were impulsive and nervous, and he spoke very quickly.
"A handful of rice, I just want a handful of rice."
Liu Chengzong didn't say anything, nor did he draw his sword. He took his horse and took half a step back, looking at the Yamen servant with doubtful eyes.
He just heard the yamen officer call this person "Guo Zhashi". Zhashi is an adjective. Usually parents don't give their children this name, so it must be a nickname.
Since you know the nickname, you probably know the root of it.
The yamen servant was very generous. Although his words were to drive Guo Zashi away, half of his body was blocking Liu Chengzong... Liu Chengzong did not think that the yamen servant was afraid that Guo Zashi would stab him to death.
The boning knife did not pose a threat to him, who was wearing a helmet and armor with a sharp blade hanging from his waist. It was more like preventing him from killing Guo Zashi.
"Guo Zashi, Lao Qi went to the city to do something for the general. The general agreed to give him pancakes, fried with scallion oil. Come quickly and kowtow to admit his mistake to the general."
After the yamen servant said this irritably, he quickly turned around and nodded to Liu Chengzong and said, "General, he is the pig butcher in Ansai City. There are no pigs in the city."
"The pig butcher?"
Liu Chengzong looked Guo Zashi up and down. His forearms were frighteningly strong, his whole body was like a door panel, and his cheeks were bulging.
The pig butcher is not a butcher in a butcher shop. Every village has this ancient profession. No matter how small the village is and how few people there are, like the coffin maker, it is a more noble and prestigious profession.
Relatively speaking, it is the people in the village who are well-connected and have better living conditions. If someone needs to kill a pig, they will find a pig butcher. The reward is usually some money, a meal, and the hoofs are left behind.
When meeting with neighbors to establish a written record, these craftsmen are usually invited to come over as witnesses.
In the past, four or five strong men had to hold down the big fat pigs before they could be killed. But now this profession has lost its meaning. People are so hungry that they cannot survive. The chickens in Black Dragon King Temple Mountain are so hungry that their eyes are open.
Not open, let alone pigs.
It seemed that the scallion pancakes in the mouth of the Yamen attracted Guo Zashi. He held the kneeling child and looked at Liu Chengzong silently.
"I give you a piece of bread today, what will you do tomorrow?"
It's not that Liu Chengzong feels sorry for a piece of cake, he doesn't feel sorry for the cake, but he does not like Guo Zashi's attitude of armed begging, not to mention that he thinks it is meaningless.
Giving him a piece of cake is meaningless to Guo Zashi and Liu Chengzong.
What’s the significance?
Can a meal that is not full be called a gift? At most, this is targeted poverty alleviation. After today, the father and son will starve to death or become robbers or become robbers.
I have personal experiences, but Liu Chengzong wanted to verify something.
Guo Zashi was not confused, his goal was very clear: "I only want one meal, and I will never bother or drag the general down."
At that moment, Liu Chengzong had many thoughts in his mind. He happened to see the government servant who had entered the city earlier pulling a cart. On the cart was a frightened woman and three boys and girls. He looked at the cart and asked: "You know how to drive a cart?"
What?"
"Huh?"
The pig butcher is not a fool. As a pig butcher, he actually has much more experience than many farmers. He didn't react at first, but then he quickly said: "Yes, I can do it with an ox cart and a horse carriage."
"Is there anyone else at home?"
"No, it's just my baby. He doesn't eat much, but he can survive with just a little."
"Drive the car for me, even if you have two meals a day, you may not be full. Do you want to do it or not?"
Guo Zhashi was so aggressive that he threw the knife on the ground. Not only did he kowtow himself, but he also took the baby with him. He only kowtowed three times and everyone started crying and even wailing.
The crying came too suddenly, leaving Liu Chengzong at a loss.
No one wants to die, especially starvation, so it is understandable to kowtow a few times in order to be lucky enough to live for one or two more days.
But this is a man in his thirties, and no man in his thirties would cry like a baby because of a job like this, especially in front of strangers.
He said this was his first time begging. Four generations of his ancestors had been killing pigs in Ansai City, and generations of children had inherited their father's business. He had never experienced anything like this.
There are no more pigs in Ansai City.
The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and the building collapsed, and he became the most useless person.