Chapter 47 0047

The old man shook his head: "Are you Guan Baye who leads the legs? --Little Bodhisattva Lu often mentions you; the old Liuhe gang used to visit here in the early years, we can't count, that's why I said this; tonight you pass Wujiadu , you must be careful...the withered woods in the area of ​​Wujia Wafang may have a large group of bandits...You ask me how I know?...there are footprints of people and horses all over the back of the village, I reckon they pulled it over at night." Guan Baye nodded. "A large group of bandits have come to Nozawa, I don't know what it means?" Don't try to pull it over... Unless it's causing trouble in the Northland, pull it over to take a breather, or else it's just to block the salt convoy passing through the border..."

"You're right!" Xiang Laosan said, "The four judges and the bandits just wanted to find a throat to swallow up the Liuhe gang. They raided Wanjialou at night, and we drew our swords to help them get their mouths together." You can't eat fat meat, the day before yesterday on the dam, the little Bodhisattva went to look for Eighth Master, and he has already told him clearly." "If that's the case, why do you need it, Ba Ye?" A middle-aged farmer said, "When the wind blows over here, even Little Bodhisattva Lu feels he can't squat and walks away. You don't have to risk your life for a load of salt! ?!... If it can be sold to a trough, it doesn’t matter if the profit is thin, I said, it’s safer to turn around and push north after spending lunch here, and it’s better not to send the business across the Great Lakes again!”

"Baye, don't listen to him, let's go back!" The big bear interjected, "We'll go with you, we've decided at the salt market! We can't let you go to the Great Lakes alone Ze." At noon, the sky suddenly turned warm, and there were wet marks of melting snow on the ground. The householders made do with some crude tea and rice, and the brothers from the Liuhe gang sat on the handlebars to eat; Guan Baye rested his hand on the saddle, looked at them, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness welling up in his heart... My son, just like a vine mang who is always entangled, when the fire comes, you can't tear it apart even if you want to!When leading the anti-smuggling team in the early years, he also tried his best to lead those brothers out of the miserable dream. Hei Songlin released old man Peng and sent them away. Who knows what happened to them all these years? !Wan Jialou offended judge Zhu Si, originally he was following the third brother Xiang, and had nothing to do with the other brothers, but judging from the current situation, the whole gang of brothers followed him into the muddy water, and they couldn't wash it away!Now they know that the road ahead is full of dangers, but they can't force them to turn back; some things happen to them, and the more they want to avoid them, the more they can't avoid them.A bundle of people is like a pair of chopsticks, rather than being scattered and let the four magistrates clean up individually, it's better to stick them together and beat them together!The point of the knife and the muzzle of the gun are the most ruthless. When it comes to fire, casualties are always inevitable. Who can escape these brothers depends on God's blessing.

The rare red glow in winter burns the dry forest brightly. At dusk, the salt convoy of the Liuhe Gang approached Wu's ferry... According to the terrain, Wujiadu is the most dangerous part of the West Road. A rushing Dacha River blocks the front. To the west of the ferry is a wide and long water pond. To the east of the ferry is a dense dead forest. On the raised sand cut in the flat ground, in the dead woods, is the well-known Wujia tile-roofed house-a ruined mansion that has been abandoned for many years and has been uninhabited for many years. It has long been rumored in the wild that it is a haunted house.A narrow road stretches from the north. On one side, it runs along a water pond overgrown with dry reeds. On the other side, there is a cliff with a height of seven or eight feet. , the branches are still brown-black, and some other dead trees that have been robbed by thunder and fire stand between them, like some pale ghosts, and the sunlight falls on the barkless trunks, which is very eye-catching.This road is not like the Zhengjia Dawa on the north side of the Yanhe Grand Ferry. After many fierce struggles, this road is only desolate to a terrifying degree.

When the salt truck was pushed all the way, Shi Er, who was always chatty, kept silent. When others asked him, he said that the village in Lujiagou was too poor, and he had nothing to eat for the mid-noon meal. is rare. "Hey, do you still have that spirit?" He said, "You can't get two lumps out of corn porridge. My mother drank the eight red kiln bowls in one go, and my belly was swollen from drinking, but my heart was wet and wet." Hungry; porridge doesn’t satisfy hunger, just swaying in the stomach, after three swayings, the water will go away, and the stomach is still empty!”

Some people talked about the chaotic black fire in Xiaoyepu last night, worrying that there would be a bigger fight ahead.But Xiang Laosan comforted everyone and said: "What are you worried about? The eighth master is kicking the road ahead, if something happens, we can just draw our guns!" "I said, Xiang Laosan," said the big bear, "you have been on this road for a long time. Have you ever been to the tile-roofed house of the Wu family? Have you heard so many ghost stories? I think the Wu family can build a house here. Needless to say, the huge house should be a first-class rich man, why can't his descendants guard the ancestral property here?"

"The Wu family's account, even I can't figure it out!" Xiang Lao San said: "Later, if you meet Sun Erguai who is ferrying at the ferry, you will figure it out. He is the old long-term worker of the Wu family, and he is the only one who knows the most about what happened in the Wu family’s tile house... When the old Liuhe gang took this road, our legs passed by in the Wu’s tile house,--at that time There was no one in the tile-roofed house long ago, only Sun Erguizi was there to guard the house for the Wu family, but he did not live in the tile-roofed house, but a hut he built near the river."

Lei Yipao frowned and looked at the twilight sky, then looked at the back of Guan Baye who was walking in front on his horse, turned his head to the third child and said, "While there is no movement for a while, you might as well take Wu Wu as far as you know. Tell them about the brick-and-mortar house, so that they don’t worry about poverty. If there is any movement, I will take care of it! It’s also good for you to let them know this place.” Nodding to the third child, the conversation really started.