The people crossing the river, a group of six, were all dressed as farmers cutting grass in the city, carrying baskets on their backs. When they reached the river bank, they pushed out a half-sized boy with a dove-shaped face and let him cross the river first.
The half-grown boy raised his feet and stepped into the mud.
The foot immediately sank deep and did not stop until it reached the calf. Then with great effort, he pulled out his leg and stepped forward again in a sloppy way.
If he accidentally steps on the living sand, the living sand will swallow him completely.
The child's thin body was dangling in the water, like a kite about to break its string.
The sweat on Wu Jin's palms immediately wetted the sugar, and the sweet smell spread out from between his fingers, even his eyes were covered with a layer of fragrance.
That child was a beggar from Yuhua Street, his name was Qi Chang. He often asked him for oil cakes. What's the use of cutting grass for someone who doesn't even have a home?
As for the other four men and one woman, they didn't look like they were cutting grass, but more like they were selling goods.
This group of people should be a caravan specializing in "leakage".
He suddenly remembered the words he heard in the academy: "Don't use mules. That was the rule of your Mo family a hundred years ago. Now that people have changed, the rules have naturally changed!"
The little beggar is a mule, a mule used for exploring routes and transporting goods.
Thinking about this, he couldn't help but take a look at Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng looked straight at the group of people, motionless except for the candy in his mouth, as if he was waiting for the group of people to cross the river.
The little beggar led the way with startling steps, and the caravan followed behind him step by step, getting closer and closer to Mo Lingfeng.
When Wu Jin looked at them, they also looked over frequently, with no concealment of the fierceness in their eyes.
Ship leakers are cruel.
Wu Jin once heard from Huang Yapo that when the human mule used by the merchants died, the merchants would shave off the flesh of the mule and eat it, then grind the bones, make pills, and sell them privately as a fragrant medicine.
They looked out here, but there was no one around. If the caravan became suspicious, they would probably cause trouble.
He turned the horse's head and whispered: "Miss Mo, let's go."
Mo Lingfeng nodded vaguely, reined in the horse's bridle, and walked towards the horse farm with Wu Jin.
Not far away, Wu Jin couldn't help but look back again and saw that the little beggar had led the man across the river.
The little beggar seemed to recognize him and looked over again and again, with a sad face and tears in his eyes.
Seeing this, a man walked up to the little beggar and asked carefully.
Wu Jin held the horse's bridle tightly with one hand and pinched the sugar with the other. The palms of his hands became increasingly moist, and the sugar stuck to his palms, and the sweet smell became stronger and stronger.
The Luobo merchant and the Mo family were both giants, and he was like a small duck caught between them.
It's just that human mules are pitiful.
He suppressed his racing heart, put the candy in his sleeve, and said to Mo Lingfeng, "You go first, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Turning the horse's head again, he rushed to the river, turned over and dismounted, rushed in front of the little beggar, grabbed his clothes, and dragged the little beggar onto the horse with great strength: "Qi Chang, please let me do it.
Look for it! The cake money you owe me is gone. If the academy hadn’t come here for class today, I wouldn’t have anywhere to look for it!”
He held the little beggar's butt and pushed it up hard. The little beggar also grabbed the stirrups and climbed up. Wu Jin still kept saying: "Let's go, let our teacher be the center, and you give me a debt."
!You have the nerve to waste my hard-earned money!"
He came so quickly and urgently that the group of people were stunned for a moment. Then you looked at me, I looked at you, and then looked at Wu Jin, as if they were watching a show.
They have never seen anything like this before, and Wu Jin's behavior is simply ridiculous, but his courage is commendable.
When the little beggar got on the horse with great difficulty, and Wu Jin was about to get on the horse, the first person came out and grabbed Wu Jin's wrist with lightning speed.
"Master Xiu Cai," he said with a smile, "good people can't just do whatever they want."
Wu Jin's hot sweat stopped in an instant, and his whole body was cold: "You really can't be a good person, otherwise you won't even get the cake money back. Please let go of your hands, my teacher can't find me, it's time to worry."
The man sneered, but really let go.
They don't want to cause trouble, especially since the teachers and students in the academy are as stubborn as donkeys.
He sleeved his hands and looked at the little beggar on the horse: "Boy, I paid back the cake money for you. Come on down."
The little beggar was shaking like chaff and lying on the horse. Seeing this, the man sneered and stretched out his hand to pull him off the horse.
Wu Jin stretched out her sweaty hands to block him: "I'm leaving, please get out of my way."
When the man saw this, his eyes were full of sternness, and several men behind him put their hands on their waists.
At this moment, Mo Lingfeng's sweet and crisp voice came over: "Liu Chengqi."
The man standing next to Wu Jin was stunned for a moment. When he looked behind the horse, he saw that Mo Lingfeng had not gone far. At this time, he was riding back. The gold collar around his neck was particularly eye-catching.
She jumped off the horse and walked to Wu Jin.
Liu Chengqi's expression changed and he smiled and said: "Miss Mo, I didn't expect to see you here. The river bank is dangerous. You'd better go back to the racecourse quickly."
After saying that, he glanced at Wu Jin again.
Only then did Wu Jin realize that his hands were shaking so much that he quickly covered them in his sleeves.
Mo Lingfeng looked sternly: "I don't want you to worry about it."
She pointed at the only woman in the team: "Come here."
The woman looked at Liu Chengqi like a frightened bird. Liu Chengqi nodded, and then the woman took a step forward and walked to Mo Lingfeng with trembling steps: "I've seen Miss Mo before."
Mo Lingfeng waved to the female guard following her: "Yin Nan, let's see what good things she brought back."
"No!" Just as Liu Chengqi was about to stretch out his hand, the female guard who called Yin Nan was already one step ahead of him. She ducked in front of the woman, squatted on the ground, reached under her skirt, and then pulled her down. He only heard the woman's shrill scream.
He yelled, his face turned pale instantly, and he fell to the ground slumped.
The things in the basket on her back also fell out - there was only a layer of grass on the top, and the bottom was full of colorful beads and strange stones.
The blood flowed out of her body quickly, pooled underneath her body, and soaked into the mud and sand of the river beach. In the end, only the strong and pungent smell of rust was left.
Yin Nan's hands were covered in blood and he was holding an ivory half an arm long.
Wu Jin stared at Yin Nan's hands, his eyes wide open. The bloody ivory stimulated his face and turned pale. The entire Shuo River was flowing fiercely in his mind. What was flowing was not water, but blood.
Ya Po's gossip and the little beggar's pity were not as straightforward as they were now, spreading a hell in front of him.
The sky turned leaden gray, the wind made a whining sound, the river was roaring, the horses were turning their hooves restlessly, and there were distant shouts in the distance, but Wu Jin heard nothing, only knowing that his lips were
Trembling.
Liu Chengqi's expression changed again and again, and he signaled for someone to take the woman away, clear away the things, and then looked at the black spots in the distance - he couldn't tell who was coming.
He became impatient and said to Mo Lingfeng: "You deserve to be damned if you dirty your eyes. You little people, go ahead and make amends later."
Mo Lingfeng said with a serious face: "Don't use mules."