"Old Zhang, three days and three days, I've given you grace a few times. You always say things can only last three days. Are you kidding me?"
"Master Shi, I really don't have any money, please give me a few more days of grace."
"No money? Don't take medicine if you don't have money!"
"you!"
A clear female voice said angrily: "You are not you! Why do you sell medicine to others for only 10 cents, but sell it to us for 100 cents!"
"Oh, I don't have money. Then just hold on."
This is a dilapidated mud house.
In the corner of the earthen house, there is a wooden board covered with stones, and a layer of straw is spread on the wooden board, which can be regarded as a bed. The four walls of the house are not an adjective here.
There was a woman curled up on the bed who kept coughing. She was covered with a quilt that was so dark that the original color could not be seen.
In the earthen house, except for a few earthen pots, two baskets, and a scimitar, there was nothing else. It is not an exaggeration to say that a family has only four walls.
Sunlight filtered in through the half-open wooden window and happened to shine on a man in black. Standing opposite the man in black was a middle-aged farmer with a wrinkled face and a stooped body. Behind him was a hanging man.
Little boy with a snotty nose.
Now, facing the man in black with an angry face, was a girl with thin yellow braids and wearing patched clothes.
Although this man in black is called Ye, he is not very old. He is only about thirteen or fourteen years old. His delicate face was originally considered good-looking, but now he has a rogue look on his face and a pair of eyes.
Even more ruthless and poisonous.
"Ah." The man in black pretended to sigh, and then said with a sneer: "Our Baicaomen is neither a charity shop nor a good profit shop. We are just doing business."
In the angry eyes of the girl, the man in black still said slowly: "Since we are doing business, there will be times when the price is high and the price is low. This summer, we are not just collecting your medicinal materials, and we will give you more for every ten kilograms."
Did you get two cents?"
"Master Shi, the price your Baicao Sect charged was too low." The stooped middle-aged man finally couldn't help but speak.
"Old Zhang, what you said is unfair. When you insisted on increasing the price, didn't we Baicaomen readily give it to you?" The man in black changed his voice and said viciously: "Why, change it to
You just defaulted on your debt. Could it be that you think our Baicao Sect is easy to bully and you are addicted to bullying?"
"I don't dare, Mr. Shi, I don't dare!" Lao Zhang hunched over, almost bending to the ground.
"Then give me the money." The man in black said reluctantly.
"Master Shi!" Lao Zhang screamed bitterly and said, "I really have no money."
"Okay. We've come around again." The man in black looked around. Suddenly, he walked over quickly, stretched out his hand and bent down to pull away the straw on the bed, then put his hand in and touched it, and actually dug it from the gap in the board.
Take out an old copper hairpin.
This copper hairpin was hidden so well that even Lao Zhang didn't know it existed at home. Unexpectedly, the man in black found it easily.
The man in black straightened up, weighed the copper hairpin in his hand a few times, and said: "This is my errand fee for today. Lao Zhang, I will give you three more days of grace. If you still don't have the money after three days, you
Just sell your sons and daughters."
After saying that, the man in black played with the copper hairpin and walked away.
After the man in black had gone far away, everyone in the room finally dared to cry.
"Dad, that stone dog took away my mother's dowry hairpin."
"Father of the child, why don't you let me die so that the whole family won't be burdened."
"well……!"
…
After the man in black walked out of Lao Zhang's house, he walked around the street a few times, then patrolled dozens of acres of herbal fields before returning to Baicao Gate.
A group of disciples were squatting on the ground with bowls in hand, eating around a big basin.
As soon as he saw the man in black coming back, a man wearing a shabby T-shirt and shorts with his feet covered in yellow mud raised his head and shouted to him: "Shitou, if you hang around a little longer, you won't even get the soup."
."
This man whose clothes, appearance and temperament are no different from other farmers is called Gong Guangjie. Speaking of which, he is also the leader of the powerful Jianghu sect [Baicao Sect].
The man in black walked over lazily. He bent down and picked up the clean empty bowl on the ground. He filled himself with a bowl of white rice. Then he squeezed through the crowd and directly picked up the big basin on the ground and moved it toward his bowl.
It was filled with soup. Then he put down the big basin and found a piece of ground to squat on. The man in black also buried his head and snored and started eating.
Seeing the man in black burying his head in eating, Gong Guangjie picked up his chopsticks and banged it on the head, shouting: "He only knows how to eat. How much of the old Zhangtou's debt has been recovered?"
The man in black did not stop talking even after his chopsticks were knocked. He moved the chopsticks like the wind, poured the soup and water into his stomach, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then said:
"Boss, I'm afraid this old Zhangtou's family won't be able to force anything out of him. I think next time I go there, he will have to sell his sons and daughters."
"Hmph." Gong Guangjie snorted and said, "Then just wait for him to sell it."
Gong Guangjie put the empty bowl and chopsticks in his hand on the ground, rubbed the soup on his hands and said: "This old Zhangtou dared to increase my price when I was collecting medicinal materials. If I hadn't been in a hurry to get him
With the medicinal materials in my hand, I wanted to chop him to death with a machete. If this old thornhead doesn’t take him to the hospital, how can I collect the medicinal materials from Baicao Sect in the future?!"
"The boss is right." Another disciple who was eating around the big basin also echoed, "I was there that time. When Lao Zhangtou raised the price like this, more than a dozen other drug farmers wanted to follow suit, so I
He took out the scimitar from his waist and waved it in his hand, and then he calmed down the situation."
"Tch. With just your machete, you still want to shake things up." When a disciple saw someone bragging in front of the boss, he stabbed him in the face mercilessly. He glanced at the boss and said, "We need to watch the show.
You still have to look at the stone.”
Shitou is the man in black who came in just now. He is also the only Baicao sect member who doesn't dress like a farmer, but more like a bodyguard or a thug.
Shitou, whose real name is Huang Xiaoshi, worked as a beggar before he was twelve years old.
When Huang Xiaoshi was begging on the street at the age of twelve, he met Gong Guangjie, the leader of the Baicao Clan. He then hugged his thigh and refused to let go, crying and shouting for the boss. Finally, he successfully broke away from the Beggar Gang and joined the Baicao Clan.
When Huang Xiaoshi was thirteen years old, Gong Guangjie discovered that he had a talent for martial arts and actually knew a set of strange martial arts, so he accepted him as his disciple and passed on to him the internal energy skills passed down from his family for eighteen generations.
From then on, in Baicao Sect, Huang Xiaoshi gradually transformed from a farmer and part-time thug to a full-time thug and part-time bill collector. He could be said to have done all kinds of evil things and was deeply loved by the sect owner Gong Guangjie.
This Huang Xiaoshi is very scheming, rarely communicates with others, and is silent about his past experiences. No one knows how he lives on the street, let alone where his home is and where he comes from. They just listen to
His accent doesn't sound like a local.
In fact, Huang Xiaoshi himself didn't know about these less important details, because when he walked in, the body had been stripped naked and thrown in a mass grave.
That day, when he woke up, he felt severe pain and injuries all over his body.
Then, he struggled to get up, picked up a sharp stone, and blinded a wild dog that was baring its teeth at him. After forcing the dogs back, he limped down the mountain and reached the city.
He was lucky. As soon as he entered the city, he found a beggar curled up dead in a corner. Then he stripped off the beggar's rags and wore them on himself. He also accepted the property left by the beggar - a shabby man.
Bowl, begging for life everywhere.
Just when he found that his body had reached the limit of death and was about to die, he found an "acquaintance" on the street. This "acquaintance" was Gong Guangjie.
When Gong Guangjie asked him his name, he remained silent for a moment.
He didn't know what the name of this body was; his original name had died with the death of that body; so, he casually replied "Huang Xiaosi", and then felt that he did not want the name "Xiaosi".
I liked it, so I immediately corrected myself and said, "My name is Huang Xiaoshi."
So, from that day on, he was Huang Xiaoshi, a disciple of Baicao Sect, a man who had left his hometown.
…
At night, there is no difference between the work and rest of the Baicao sect and ordinary medicine farmers. They rest at sunset and work at sunrise. All the Baicao sect members, including Gong Guangjie, went to bed early.
Different from the large row of bunkhouses that are full of snoring in the dark night, this house is very small, with a table and a bed. Although it is extremely simple, it is better than quiet. What is even more rare is that the table
A three-wick oil lamp was also luxuriously lit.
Huang Xiaoshi hated the dark, and his habit of lighting lamps was called by Gong Guangjie "just like a landlord's house". However, after repeated admonitions, Gong Guangjie followed him.
Three wicks are just three wicks. If the eyes are out of sight, the mind will be out of trouble.
Now Huang Xiaoshi is sitting cross-legged on the bed and performing the exercises.
This Baicao Sect is said to be a Jianghu sect, but in fact, according to Huang Xiaoshi's opinion, its accurate definition should be: a semi-black society organized and semi-commercially operated private armed pharmaceutical company.
The entire Baicao Sect, that is, the sect leader Gong Guangjie knows an eighteen-level inner skill and mental method. In other words, the only advantage of this mental method compared to those unqualified fake tricks is that it is an authentic internal skill and mental method after all.
.That’s all.
However, such an eighteenth-rate kung fu is nothing less than a treasure to Huang Xiaoshi.
Since Huang Xiaoshi learned this skill, he has been practicing day and night. When he was thirteen years old, his skill level had surpassed that of the sect leader Gong Guangjie. Not long after he turned fourteen, this sect
The skill has already been completed.
The so-called mastery of a skill means that one has reached the pinnacle of practice.
This is not to say that Huang Xiaoshi is really a talented man, with outstanding qualifications and a spiritual light so strong that it can spray out from the Tianling Cap. The specific reason is that this skill is too shallow.
If I had to describe it, I would compare the exercises of a first-rate sect to a university, the exercises of a second-rate sect to a junior college, and the exercises of a third-rate sect to a high school. Using this analogy, this exercise is roughly equivalent to the third grade of elementary school.
, barely able to escape blindness.
Even so, through diligent practice, Huang Xiaoshi's various body functions were much better than those of ordinary people, so he was able to break away from production and become a full-time thug of Baicao Sect.
The chicken began to crow for the first time, and Huang Xiaoshi stopped running the technique at this time. He sat cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at the three dots of soybean-like fire, and he was lost in thought for a long time.
This is only the first step.
…
Eat, patrol, and practice.
Two ordinary days passed.
On the third day, Huang Xiaoshi slept until all his disciples had gone to bed before getting up. After slowly eating the breakfast specially reserved for him alone, he wandered towards Lao Zhang's house.
Before Huang Xiaoshi reached Lao Zhang's house, he found a lot of people gathered in front of Lao Zhang's house, most of them were neighbors of Lao Zhang's house, and there were also a few idlers on the street.
"Get out of the way." Huang Xiaoshi walked to the crowd, his voice was not loud but full of sternness. After hearing his words, people first looked back, then lowered their heads and ducked out of the way.
Huang Xiaoshi separated from the crowd and walked into the earthen house. Four members of Lao Zhang's family were there, and several of Lao Zhang's relatives were also in the house.
Lao Zhang's complexion was very bad. His face, which had become dark due to the wind and sun, was abnormally pale at this time. His wife Zhang, who had recovered from a serious illness, had a rosy complexion, which was also abnormal at this time.
Pale. Also pale were Zhang Daya and Zhang Ergou.
Huang Xiaoshi lowered his head and looked at Lao Zhang for a while, then raised his head and said to several of his relatives with a normal expression: "Lao Zhang is so good at making things difficult for me."
When the people in the room heard Huang Xiaoshi's words, the anger on their faces was beyond words. Huang Xiaoshi looked at those people with a sneer, until he felt guilty in their hearts and lowered his head.
Huang Xiaoshi bent down to pick up an earthen jar on the ground, shook it, and heard the clanging sound of the copper coins inside. Then he overturned the earthen jar, poured out the copper coins inside, spread it in the palm of his hand, and poured it out casually.
He weighed it, then let out a long sigh and said, "It's only 178 Wen. Alas, there's still a lot left to go."
"Put down that money!" A middle-aged man yelled at Huang Xiaoshi, "You beast!"
Huang Xiaoshi carefully placed the earthen pot on the ground, and then looked over with a look that made people cringe.
An old man with a short gray beard stretched out his hand to stop the middle-aged man. He cupped his hands towards Huang Xiaoshi and said politely: "Master Shi, please do me a favor.
Because he couldn't repay your Baicao Sect's medicine debt, Lao Zhang first killed his wife and children last night, and then committed suicide. The blood on the ground has not yet dried.
Everyone saw how pitiful they were, so they chipped in to raise some funeral expenses.
Mr. Shi, you think it’s better not to take this money.”
"Oh, that's it." Huang Xiaoshi touched his head and said awkwardly: "That's it. Lao Zhang owes Baicaomen 2146 Wen, so you can settle it." After saying that, Huang Xiaoshi stretched out his hand and took the money.
Hand the copper coin to the old man.
The old man looked at Huang Xiaoshi's outstretched palm, his throat moved a few times, but in the end he did not dare to take over, nor did he dare to speak again.
"No one picked up?" Huang Xiaoshi said with a half-smile and a half-mockery, then he retracted his hand, stuffed the handful of copper coins into his arms, and said, "Then I have to return it myself, Lao Zhang."
After saying that, Huang Xiaoshi looked around and said: "As for me, I will be a good person today. I will not strip the clothes of the dead to save some face for them. I, Huang Xiaoshi, pay a high price for these bits and pieces."
Take it and give it a small change. For the more than one thousand wen that Lao Zhang still owes, I, the Baicao Sect, have done a good deed out of mercy today, and it will be regarded as a random payment to Lao Zhang's family."
"Hey." Huang Xiaoshi turned around and said loudly to the people in the courtyard outside the door, "Everyone, listen up. Today, Baicaomen is giving a gift to the old Zhang family, 1900 yuan!"
After saying that, Huang Xiaoshi picked up the sickle stained with blood from the ground, as well as several earthen pots nearby, carefully placed them in the backpack, then separated the crowd with the basket on his back, and walked away in silence.
This book is a fan novel of "The Legend of Knights", but it has some new settings in terms of characters, props, and background. Please do not copy this article from the original game. All settings of the story are subject to this story.