Chapter 15 Section IX

Lian Shou had not ridden a horse for a long time. His carriage was bigger than Governor Zha's car.But as soon as he boarded the carriage, the inside suddenly became cramped.The platform and axle under the car creaked under the weight.The compartment is covered with thick animal furs, and various wine bottles are lined up under the windows. Lian took a look at the second floor of "Wannianchun", then retracted his head into the car.Qu Lin waved to him who was invisible from the balcony. On the other side of An Dong Street, Ning Xiaoyu stood in a cloth shop, silently watching the car leave.

The car attracted countless attentions along the way.The gangsters on the road always want to admire the demeanor of the "Champion of Boxing".That was the only man in the world who had ever broken into the main entrance of the "slaughterhouse". This kind of reputation can only be compared with the former Iron Claw Fourth Master.People often discuss after dinner: Iron Claw and Sickle are head-to-head, who will kill each other? Of course, this kind of topic gradually disappeared after the sickle head became a big fat man.But the sickle is still a guy worthy of admiration.Drinking the best wine, eating the best meat, playing with the best women, riding the biggest car, sleeping on the softest bed——doing nothing else, just like this for three years.For those who are on the road, this is another myth.

Then there are women who sell their bodies to eat. The boldness of the "Boxing King" is also rare in Piaocheng.Otherwise, it would be impossible for a prostitute like Qu Lin to make him the guest of honor.No rich businessman in the city dared to compete with Lian Shou for a woman, lest he lose face in the end. However, the one who watched the carriage pass by with the most eager eyes, looking forward to the scythe's face appearing from the window, was the boy in the drifting city. Some of them imitate the sickle to smoke a pipe, resisting the pungent smell in their throats, and put on a relaxed smile; Imitating the sickle head, the hair is scattered and refuses to be tied into a bun, and the chin is covered with a thin beard... More teenagers tattoo each other's bodies.

Of course, no one dared to stab the pattern of the sickle head. Since the "fighting angle" in the prison has become a semi-public gambling game, the teenagers have longed to become the "boxing champion" in the future.The front teeth fell out.Nose collapsed.Appearing in "Doujiao" is still a distant dream, but every time they squeeze each other's fists into each other's body, they temporarily find a very real feeling in this city where there is only naked desire... It's just that they don't know that when this man they regard as a god is sitting cross-legged in the bumpy carriage alone, his eyes are very lonely.

The carriage was parked outside the wooden fence of the chicken enclosure - the streets and alleys inside the chicken enclosure were too narrow for the car to enter.It was at the entrance of the market on the north side of the street, and dozens of people gathered to watch the sickle head from a distance. ——One of them dressed up as an orange seller was Lu Meichao's eyeliner. They didn't cheer, and they didn't call Sickle, they just looked at his overweight figure lively from a distance. "Compared Zhu Ya and him, who is fatter?" a fishmonger said suddenly. No one answered.In the past, very few people had the opportunity to see Boss Zhu in the "slaughterhouse" with their own eyes, and now it is even more impossible to compare. Zhu Ya has become thinner—a pair of bones buried under the mud.

Every step the sickle took on the street felt as heavy as if it was about to sink the ground. Although the brocade robe he was wearing was loose, he could still faintly see the fat bouncing up and down. He had no retinue or bodyguard.Among the cadres of the "Dashutang", he is the only one without any direct subordinates.He wasn't even a cadre leader. In the four years since the establishment of "Dashutang", when Long Bai personally escorted valuable private goods thousands of miles away, or Di Bin led a brigade of swordsmen to rob the territory, Lian Shou spent his days in the gentle village and gave birth to a bunch of children. Children of different mothers.

However, Yu Runsheng never scolded him. The sickle passes through the back alleys of Jiwei.His broad shoulders could barely squeeze in. There is a group of small beggars sleeping in the open in the chicken enclosure, and they pester and beg for money whenever they see people with better clothes passing by.But they dare not wrap the sickle head. Instead, Lian Shou took the initiative to walk over.He stroked the hair of some of them, and then took out all the copper coins and silver scraps on his body.The children still looked at the money in his hand hesitantly, not daring to reach out to take it.It wasn't until the sickle scattered the money on the ground and turned away that they swarmed and lowered their bodies to grab it.

The only base of "Dashutang" in Jiwei is in the southeast corner. They call it "Xiaochang", a two-story wooden building.In front of the lower floor is a restaurant, which also sells alcohol.There are more than a dozen bamboo cages stacked in front of the door, inside which are imprisoned snakes, monkeys, civet cats and all kinds of game that cannot be named.A few dogs that have been gutted, stripped, and washed are hanging beside them. At the back of the restaurant, there are more than a dozen gambling tables separated by a heavy curtain, which is close to the kitchen.The body temperature of the crowd and the heat from the kitchen made everyone blush.But gamblers don't seem to care.

The brothel on the second floor of the "Acupoint Field" occupies the entire floor, and is divided into small rooms by wooden boards and cloth.The dozen or so rooms at the front near the stairs are the smallest, with no bed boards inside, only chairs.In this kind of room the prostitute only uses her mouth and hands.But the price is half cheaper than the room at the back. The clerk in the restaurant had already seen Wu Ye coming from a distance, and immediately went out to greet him.Lian Shou smiled and took the hot towel from Xiao Er, then walked straight into the casino behind. The cadre in charge of protecting this "cave field" is Chen Jing, one of Xing Leng'er who followed Di Bin over the wall and broke into the "massacre".The credit for that death battle has been rewarded—the thirty subordinates of the "Acupoint Field" and 10% of the income belong to him.

It's not over in the morning, and there are very few gamblers.But even if there is only one gambler, the casino is open all day and night.Chen Jing sat in a corner of the gambling house, sipping tea while monitoring the game.As soon as Lian Shou came in, he immediately greeted him respectfully—everyone who had witnessed Lian Shou's murder that night four years ago would inevitably respect him extraordinarily. "Damn brat, you will come to this kind of place too?" It was not Chen Jing who spoke, but a middle-aged gambler sitting in front of one of the dice tables.Two prostitutes on each side of him gambled with him.

"This place belongs to my boss. If I want to come, come here. You bastard can still manage?" Lian Shou patted Chen Jing on the back to signal him to back down, then walked up to the gambler without saying hello to him, But first he pinched the ass of the whore next to him.The girl exclaimed in surprise. "Come on, drink it first!" The gambler handed a bowl of wine to Sickle. "If you don't drink, you don't want to leave here!" The bowl of wine barely touched Sickle's mouth, and was poured directly from the throat. The next round of dice was about to be revealed, the gambler made a bet casually, and chatted with Lian Shou again, as if he didn't care about winning or losing. He really didn't need to care about it, he could afford even the most expensive wine and women on Anton Street.But he just loves the atmosphere of places like "cave field". His name is Xiao Huang.No one knew his name, only that he was from the South.In Piaocheng, only few people know what kind of business Xiao Huang is doing and where his money comes from. There are a lot of men like Xiao Huang in Piaocheng, but those who have been with him for a long time all find that he is a little different: his outburst looks always seem to be deliberately pretended... Xiao Huang grabbed the skirt of the sickle head. "Boy, when will you take me to see 'Doujiao' again? This time I want to sit closer. It's so close that blood sprays on the tip of my nose!" Sickles smiled, but didn't answer him.He knew that Xiao Huang came to Piaocheng not just to watch people fight, but to check the goods brought back by Long Bai, right?Thinking of seeing his second brother soon, Lian Shou laughed again. "Boy, why are you smirking?" Xiao Huang played with a gold ring with emeralds on his right ring finger.He suddenly put away his smile and whispered into Lian Shou's ear: "My people told me that there are a group of people from Kyoto. They are from the 'Feng' brand." "I saw it this morning." Lian Shou said calmly. "Interesting guy." "Why did you come to Piaocheng?" Xiao Huang's brow showed a little worry. "have no idea." Lian Shou knew that Xiao Huang had reasons to worry.Trafficking military supplies to the vassals in the south is a treasonous death penalty for the same clan. Traffickers and compradors like him, of course, must be careful of spies from the capital. In order to preserve the family's wealth and status, the fourteen feudal lords in the south who were defeated in three "wars against chaos" drank the poisoned wine rewarded by the emperor collectively and contributed huge compensation. However, those who hold the power of today's royal government are accustomed to enjoying the protection of traditional military advantages, and lack the political foresight to prevent problems before they happen.After the Southern Domain bribed the officials sent by the North for a long time, the harsh terms originally imposed on the defeated were laxly implemented.With the help of abundant natural resources and fertile and rainy land, the feudal lords gradually recovered their vitality.The death of the previous vassal lords strengthened their determination to revenge. Lian Shou didn't know how big the business cooperation between Boss Yu and Xiao Huang was, and what things Long Lao Er secretly escorted each time.He only knows that this business is the biggest wealth of "Dashutang" now, and it is so secret that even Pang Wenying doesn't know about it—Pang Jijiu and the current Taishi He Taiji are close friends, and he is very likely to oppose this threat The court's trafficking business. "There are a lot of goods this time." Xiao Huang said. "These 'Yankees' are going to be a big problem if they're coming after us. You'll find out why they're coming for me, will you?" Scythe shrugged. "You also know that I, the fifth master of the 'Dashutang', don't even have a subordinate." "Di Liuye will always find out something. I'm afraid there are very few things in Piaocheng that he doesn't know about." Xiao Huang said. "Ask your brother-in-law for me." "How long will you stay?" "Stay for at least half a month. Then go to the state capital." Lian Shou knew that "Da Shu Tang" was not Xiao Huang's only partner, let alone the biggest one.He suspected that Xiao Huang had been a high-ranking official in a southern feudal clan, or even had noble blood. "How do the women in the state capital compare with those in Piaocheng?" Xiao Huang put his arm on the shoulder of the woman on the right, and kissed her face. "Every time I leave Piaocheng, I feel heartache." "Don't gamble anymore. Come drink with me." Lian Shou pinched the prostitute's plump buttocks again, and then took Xiao Huang's hand to go up to the second floor. Chen Jing had already prepared the largest room for them.There was a whole litter of dog meat on the table, and of course wine.Three whores lay naked on the big bed and waited. Xiao Huang's four women also followed in. Between the dog meat and the strong wine, they took off the clothes of the two men with soft hands. Lian Shou didn't know how many bowls of wine he had drunk.It seemed to be brighter outside the window, probably at noon.Xiao Huang was gone, his head as distended as his stomach.He felt his hair scratching his fat belly, his hands were grasping which part of a woman, his blood was churning.My mind went blank.He closes his eyes. no.What he saw was still Ning Xiaoyu's beautiful face.