Meng Jia reached out to touch the fire sickle, but he touched a puddle of water.
So there is no other way.
He looked at the unknown darkness ahead, gritted his teeth and slapped his horse hard, preparing to rush over.
There was a "boom", the horse fell to the ground, and he flew out.
"Trip Masuo..." He suddenly remembered such a word.
Uncle Wu had been in the army for a long time and often talked about these things with him, but it was a pity that he was so defenseless.
Mengjia rolled on the spot, holding the long knife in a defensive posture.
He thought to himself that his martial arts skills were quite passable, at least he could fight with the opponent for a few moves without dying in a cowardly manner.
However, under the cold net hood, as soon as the opponent closed the net rope, he was wrapped into a shrimp.
The knife is a good knife. It can break the hair when blown, but it cannot cut through the net.
He thought, I am so useless, no wonder Xiaohan looks down on me.
Two figures silently collected the nets and walked slowly towards him.
In the dark rainy night, he couldn't see their faces clearly, not even their height, body shape, or features.
"Who are you?" Meng Jia tried hard to keep calm and maintain his final dignity.
The two men didn't answer him from beginning to end, but tied him up neatly, blindfolded his mouth and stuffed him into a sack.
During the process, if he struggled even slightly, they would kick and beat him severely.
He heard his horse whining, and he struggled and said vaguely: "Don't hurt it, it doesn't understand anything, it's just a beast."
Although this mount was not his beloved horse, but one he picked up on the road, it also stayed with him for several days and nights along the way, sleeping in the open air...
The other party ignored him and hit the sack with some force. He inhaled in pain and lost the strength to struggle.
He thought, he was so cowardly that he couldn't even intercede for a poor horse.
The rain became heavier and heavier. He was cold, in pain, hungry and angry, and gradually lost consciousness.
At dawn, all traces were washed away by the rain, and nothing could be seen.
A group of carriages came in the drizzle, because the road was muddy and slippery, and both the horses and carriages were slipping.
Mu Tietou went back and forth, constantly scolding the waiters: "Be careful, if this food falls to the ground, can you still eat it? You love animals, why are you hitting them with a big stick? Help us to work harder! What if we delay the delivery of food?
manage!"
They passed by this place and didn't notice what happened here last night.
Because the road was slippery, they delayed their trip and arrived at the county seat nearly two hours later than usual.
Mu Yunhan had already left. Mu Tietou took the things given to her by Mrs. Mu Er and stamped her feet with regret: "If I had known, I would have come here alone on horseback, but I don't worry about the bastards, for fear that they will knock over several carts of vegetables."
On the road."
Bai Wuwei took it with a smile: "It's not a big deal. People often go to Meizhou. I'll find someone to send them there."
Mu Tietou said: "Then you get busy first, Second Aunt has something for me to do."
As soon as I walked out of the door, I met Thirteen Niang.
Thirteenth Niang pulled him aside: "Have you seen my young master?"
Mu Tietou said hurriedly: "I'm here to tell you this. He went to our Shoushan Town yesterday. My second aunt didn't dare to keep him and sent him away... Let me tell you, hurry up and send him away."
Send it back to the capital, it won't be good if it floats like this."
Thirteenth Niang was anxious: "He came back yesterday?" (To be continued)