Chapter 16 Section five
Guicifang is close to the middle section on the east side of Zhende Avenue, with convenient transportation, and it was originally one of the oldest areas in the early "old city", so it naturally developed into the largest market in the capital.
Due to the relatively old planning, the streets in Guicifang are narrow and curved, forming a maze.Ninety percent of the houses facing the street are merchant shops, selling vegetables and cereals, meat and poultry, grain, oil, groceries, cloth and clothing, utensils and household goods...etc. They all gather in the same area and are orderly.
On the outskirts of the market are tented vendors selling miscellaneous things: homemade sweet cakes, thick soup cooked with four kinds of animal offal, old tables and chairs of unknown origin, fake jade antiques, painted paintings, etc. The Secret Painting of Erotic Palace... The arrangement of the stalls is changing every day.The trafficker you see today may not be found in the same place tomorrow.
Every evening, after the entire market is closed, these temporary vendors have not left.They lined up neatly in front of the emptied tents, quietly waiting for the "bag owner" representing the "Twenty-Eight Shops General League" to collect the money.
Everyone knows that Guicifang Market is the base of "Shuangmasi" - the nickname of "Ershibapu General League" on the streets of the capital.They send out eight "bag owners" every day, each with a large cloth bag that can hold a child on their shoulders, and charge these street vendors 227 cents each - this amount is often equal to half of their daily earnings.
No matter how your business was that day, whether you were sick or injured, whether your wife or child died... If you can't pay the two or seven cents, you will not be allowed to set up a stall in the market in the future.There is no room for haggling or default.If you come back secretly and are seen by people from the "Twenty-eight Shop" in the market, you are guaranteed not to use your own legs to walk out of the big archway in the market.
The market closed later than usual for the day.The sky is still bright, and summer is approaching quietly.As one of the "bag owners", Luo Maofen shouldered the dilapidated thick cloth bag as usual, walked along the stalls, counted the money handed in by each person, and then threw it into the mouth of the bag.
He likes to listen to the crisp sound of coins crashing together.He is extremely proud of his job as "bag owner".He never reached into his pocket to steal money. He felt that it was because of this pride and loyalty that the "28 Pu Union" could be so united and survive for so many years under the shadow of "Feng Yilong".
Luo Maofen continued to collect money, while thinking: God treats me so well, I don’t have to work so much that I have money to spend every day; although I am also a person who is “on the road”, this job is not dangerous at all... Maybe I can do it until sixty years old...
He smiled and lowered his head, looking at the accumulation of money in the bag, and without raising his head, he stretched out his palm to collect the next one.
What is held in the hand is not the familiar hard and heavy thing.
But soft, moist, slightly warm...
Luo Maofen looked at his palm suspiciously.
Holding between the fingers is a freshly severed ear.
Luo Maofen fell backwards in fright.The bag was also turned over, and the broken silver and copper coins were scattered on the ground full of sewage.
With great difficulty, he propped up his upper body and looked up——
An angry eye was fixed on him.
After a few glances, Luo Maofen realized that it was not a real eye, but a tattoo around the navel.
He looks up his stomach.The naked man happened to stand with his back to the sun, and Luo Maofen could only see the black shadow of his head and face.
- so huge.
Luo Maofen felt that there was a mountain standing in front of him.
When Tong Bayun stepped into the No. 3 alley at the west gate of the market, the visual shock made him dizzy for a while. Lane No. 3 is an area dedicated to selling pork and beef. "Twenty-eight Shops" has many butcher-born masters gathered here, which can be said to be the first hurdle for guarding the entire Guicifang market. At this moment, the whole alley seemed to be turned into a slaughterhouse.The crooked tents and signboards, the walls and door panels of the store, and the narrow stone-paved alleyway... all around were covered with a thick layer of blood.Tong Bayun walked in along the alley, feeling the soles of his boots being glued with every step. Within sight, there were seven or eight corpses lying like dead pigs.Some have broken arms and legs, and some have exposed white ribs; a head rolled down in the ditch on the left; a pile of teeth and fingers are scattered in the middle of the road; a severed hand is still holding the sliced meat nailed to the cutting board The knife—it seems that it was severed before it could be pulled out; there are also unknown internal organs that were trampled to pieces... Such a brutal blood fight had not happened in the capital for many years. Tong Bayun continued to walk a few steps, only to find that none of his five subordinates followed in—they all fled to the entrance of the alley, leaned over and vomited. He pulled out a one-handed machete with a hook-like blade and a fist-wide blade from his waist, and with his left hand, he took out a rough throwing knife from his back waist, and went deep into the alley. Tong Bayun lowered his head and focused on searching the ground. Finally he found the bloody footprints of the enemy's departure. Tong Bayun raised his eyebrows and clenched his teeth. The three-inch old scar on his right cheek was red with blood. There are two rows of footprints: one row of footprints is unusually long, and the stride is much wider than ordinary people—obviously, it is a very tall and strong man; the other row is much smaller, and the blood on the front palm is very dark—it is Use the running to follow the tall guy. —Only two people! --wrong.Everyone was killed and injured by the same weapon and the same heavy method. ——Only one person made the shot—the tall one! Tong Bayun's hand holding the knife was shaking.Not because of fear, but because of excitement.As the top "pile hand" among the younger generation of the "Twenty-Eight Pu League", the fighting blood in his body is boiling. ——He didn't know that he would meet this enemy soon.
When Tong Bayun stepped into the No. 3 alley at the west gate of the market, the visual shock made him dizzy for a while. Lane No. 3 is an area dedicated to selling pork and beef. "Twenty-eight Shops" has many butcher-born masters gathered here, which can be said to be the first hurdle for guarding the entire Guicifang market. At this moment, the whole alley seemed to be turned into a slaughterhouse.The crooked tents and signboards, the walls and door panels of the store, and the narrow stone-paved alleyway... all around were covered with a thick layer of blood.Tong Bayun walked in along the alley, feeling the soles of his boots being glued with every step. Within sight, there were seven or eight corpses lying like dead pigs.Some have broken arms and legs, and some have exposed white ribs; a head rolled down in the ditch on the left; a pile of teeth and fingers are scattered in the middle of the road; a severed hand is still holding the sliced meat nailed to the cutting board The knife—it seems that it was severed before it could be pulled out; there are also unknown internal organs that were trampled to pieces... Such a brutal blood fight had not happened in the capital for many years. Tong Bayun continued to walk a few steps, only to find that none of his five subordinates followed in—they all fled to the entrance of the alley, leaned over and vomited. He pulled out a one-handed machete with a hook-like blade and a fist-wide blade from his waist, and with his left hand, he took out a rough throwing knife from his back waist, and went deep into the alley. Tong Bayun lowered his head and focused on searching the ground. Finally he found the bloody footprints of the enemy's departure. Tong Bayun raised his eyebrows and clenched his teeth. The three-inch old scar on his right cheek was red with blood. There are two rows of footprints: one row of footprints is unusually long, and the stride is much wider than ordinary people—obviously, it is a very tall and strong man; the other row is much smaller, and the blood on the front palm is very dark—it is Use the running to follow the tall guy. —Only two people! --wrong.Everyone was killed and injured by the same weapon and the same heavy method. ——Only one person made the shot—the tall one! Tong Bayun's hand holding the knife was shaking.Not because of fear, but because of excitement.As the top "pile hand" among the younger generation of the "Twenty-Eight Pu League", the fighting blood in his body is boiling. ——He didn't know that he would meet this enemy soon.