The severe cold in the north always comes earlier than in the south. Taichuan Town is a small town not far from Xiangyang. At this time, the people in the town have already put on bloated cotton-padded jackets, with Xiangyang City standing in front of them. This small town
It has not yet been affected by the war.
You can still see a large number of children chasing each other and playing in the street, and next to them are parents who set up stalls to make a living. Unlike later generations, as the New Year is approaching, every household has begun to stock up on New Year's goods to prepare for the New Year. The New Year's flavor is also
Gradually it becomes richer.
Families with the conditions have begun to pickle bacon, ham and other dry goods. They take the hind legs of the pig and sprinkle them with coarse salt evenly, then hang them on the beams to wait for air drying. This step will take at least dozens of days, and the day they are ready to be eaten.
, just in time for the New Year.
At that time, the whole family shared the food and sat around the house enjoying themselves. The taste of the year in this era cannot be compared with that of later generations.
"Have you heard that the beggar gang has caught the rampant murderer?"
In Zuixin Building, a group of knife-wielding high-rollers sat around a square table and talked quietly. The weather at this time has not yet been affected by global warming. In October, it is already freezing cold. The black-faced man who spoke may
Not a cold-tolerant person, he exhaled white air and rubbed his hands vigorously.
"Why haven't you heard about it? This matter was spread by the Beggar Clan itself. Now it has been widely spread in this area. Who doesn't know about it?"
A young man with a pockmarked face quickly picked up a piece of white chopped chicken from the table, put it into the boiling water, rinsed it, put some dipping sauce on it and put it into his mouth happily. He chewed it twice, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Hearing this, the black-faced man first looked at the diners around him, then his eyes lit up and whispered: "No, I heard that the murderer was really bad. What's his name? Look at my memory, I can't remember it clearly.
Well, in short, in order to catch him, the Beggar Gang suffered heavy losses. My distant cousin was nearby that day, and from what he said, the Beggar Gang was transporting carloads of dead people out."
"The sheets of white cloth outside the main gate of the Beggar Clan are extremely miserable. There are at least a hundred people there. Oh, that one is so fierce."
"so smart?!"
A younger young man nearby was a little surprised when he heard this. He had also heard about it, but he didn't know much about it, because the Beggar Gang only revealed the news that they had caught the murderer, but did not announce the arrest process. What's more,
No list of casualties has been made public.
All this was accidentally learned by people passing by that day. In fact, even the name of the murderer was not announced by the Beggar Gang, and everything was shrouded in mystery.
The black-faced young man said that he could not remember the murderer's name. In fact, he was just making up nonsense. No outsider could know it except members of the Beggar Clan.
"How come it's not awesome! I heard that the current leader of the Beggar Clan, Gang Leader Lu, and the three elders including the former Gang Leader Huang were rounded up together with Master Yideng's beloved disciple Wu Santong, the chief helmsman and several other masters.
, but guess what in the end, Ban Yuanju, the elder who taught the Kung Fu, was seriously injured on the spot by the murderer, and ended up dead."
In addition to the name of the murderer, the black-faced young man seemed to know a lot. With his emotive description, he immediately attracted many diners around him. They all picked up the food from the table and crowded over, showing great interest.
Question: "Brother, you know a lot, what about the back? What's going on behind the scenes?"
Looking at the gradually growing crowd of onlookers, a trace of complacency flashed across the face of the dark-faced young man. He feinted twice with his hand and said in a pretentious manner: "The latter, of course, was won by the Beggar Clan's Dinghai Shenzhen Old Gang Leader Hong himself.
people."
"hiss"
Even the legendary figure Hong Qigong has died. This news is quite heavy. Everyone was amazed when they heard it. At this time, the discussion here also attracted the attention of the diners at the table in the corner.
But there was only one person at the table, who was eating alone with his back to everyone. There were more than ten empty plates stacked around the table, which showed that this person's appetite was rare.
This person was born to be a fool, with a round and plump appearance, a fat face that looked very blessed, but he was wearing an undershirt on a cold day, which was incompatible with the clothes of the people around him. This is nothing, what's more important is that
The front of his sweatshirt was wide open, revealing his round and furry belly.
I don't know if it was cold or something, but the people around him couldn't help but look at him a few times. But looking at his appetite, they all thought he was a laborer working at the dock. This kind of hard work is really not possible.
According to common sense, it’s not because you’re shirtless in the cold weather, it’s because you don’t pay too much attention to it.
I saw that this man's hair was half black and half white, and he had a dark kitchen knife on his waist. Hearing the words of the pockmarked ones, he turned his head and looked this way, and he was holding a golden and crispy knife in his hand.
Goose leg, just half eaten.
"Brother, what's that person's name?"
The fat man's voice was very penetrating, and it was transmitted to the table of Pockmarked Face. Although the table of Pockmarked Face was crowded with people at the moment, everyone could hear it clearly without exception, and they all looked towards the opposite corner.
I saw a fat man looking over his shoulder with a smile on his face, looking harmless to humans and animals.
The black-faced man was stunned when he heard this. Didn't he say that he had forgotten it? Why did he ask? But looking at the eager eyes around him, he pretended to shake his head: "I can't remember this person's name clearly.
"
"Well, then, how old is he? What does he look like? Is he handsome or ugly?"
The fat man seemed to be interested. Hearing this, he did not hesitate and continued to ask.
This made the black-faced man a little annoyed when he asked about something he didn't know. Facing the fat man's 'aggressive' gaze, the black-faced man immediately turned his head and hummed: "I don't know! But, maybe because of his age
Not big."
"Hehehe, then I understand, thank you very much, your table is mine."
After hearing this, the fat man threw the half-eaten goose leg in his hand onto the table, then wiped his greasy hands on his clothes and stood up and walked out. When he passed the counter, he shook a few coins and said,
: "Shopkeeper, that brother should eat the food, so it counts."
After saying that, he turned around and grinned at the dull black-faced young man and others, then strode towards the door.
Seeing this, the black-faced young man seemed to have thought of something, and quickly stood up and called to the fat man: "Brother! I remembered it. My distant cousin said that the man was not very old, but I don't know how old he was. Recently, he
, the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect will come to the Beggar Clan to judge this murderer together, and the Beggar Clan will make the final result public. If you want to know more, you can try your luck at the Beggar Clan General Forum in the next few days, but now
But they refuse outsiders."
Perhaps feeling that his words were not worth the money for the meal, the black-faced young man told everything he knew.
"The person is not dead, hey, that's easy to handle."
Muttering to himself without any end, the fat man's figure immediately disappeared by the door, leaving only a group of melon-eating people staring with big eyes and small eyes, not knowing what was going on.
Somewhere on the top of the mountains, the highest peak falls.
A man in black was sitting on the edge of the cliff with his knees bent and drinking from a pot. He saw the shadows of the trees below the peak, mottled light and shadow, and patches of snowflakes falling gracefully, embellishing the peak with an intoxicating white color.
At this time, there was a fluttering sound in the woods, and an inconspicuous gray pigeon suddenly flew up into the forest. The man in black, who was drinking leisurely, heard the sound and reached forward with his left hand. The gray pigeon immediately fluttered its wings and landed on the man's hand.
superior.
Taking off the note tied to the pigeon's feet, the man spread it out with one hand, only to see a line of big words pop up on it: "Something happened to Lao Zhang, the leader of the Beggar Clan."
The man in black was silent for a long time after watching, and then suddenly a terrifying evil aura emitted from his body. The terrifying air wave shook away the snowflakes on his body, and frightened the dove in his hand so much that it jumped away and flew down the mountain.
A ferocious vein quickly climbed up to the man's temple. The man squeezed the note with his fingers, and the note instantly burst into flames. He separated it with two fingers, and the burnt note immediately floated in the wind and eventually became nothing.
Looking deeply at the mountains at the foot of the mountain, the man fell down the mountain with a stab.