Chapter 2 The second ingot

April 16, sunny. The day started as usual, the weather was dry and sunny, and there were many travelers on the avenue outside Jinan City. But for some people, sometimes the day starts off like normal and ends completely differently. On the other hand, there are people who look like normal people on the outside, but are actually quite different. Wu Tao is such a person. Wu Tao is an ordinary person, a businessman, just like thousands of other ordinary businessmen in the world, although he seems very honest, he is not confused at all. Wu Tao is neither fat nor thin, neither handsome nor ugly, wearing clothes that are not too good but very washable, and riding a donkey that can endure hardships and stand hard work like himself. I already have one, and I already have a little savings, and now I am still on the road, just to make my wife and son live better, so that I can live better in my old age.

I don't know how many people like this exist in the world. The only difference between this person and others is that no one in this world has seen him before the sunset on April 15th. Absolutely no one saw him, not even a single person. You can even say- When the billionaire Sun Jicheng was still alive, this ordinary businessman Wu Tao hadn't appeared in this world either. Absolutely not. There is always a small town outside the big city, and there is always an inn in the small town. There is also an inn in Liu Town outside Jinan City. Wu Tao lived in this inn, and he moved in late at night on April 15th.

At that time, the moon was about to fall, and the door of the inn had already been closed, and he called for a long time before the door opened. Because the city gate of Jinan Mansion was also closed at that time, and he came from another place to go to Jinan Mansion, the city gate could not be opened, so he only had the door of the inn. ——Is he really coming from another place to go to Jinan Mansion?Or just came out of Jinan City? Fortunately, neither the shopkeeper nor the staff in the inn were interested in pursuing such questions, nor did they pay attention to whether the guest looked different when he woke up for dinner the next day from the previous night.

The guy who was woken up in the middle of the night to open the door for him didn't even see what he looked like. No one knows what he did in the guest room that night. The 16th happened to be the market day in Liuzhen, and early in the morning market participants came from the four townships, bringing their own chickens, ducks, pigs, sheep, fruits, vegetables, flowers, rice, noodles and miscellaneous grains, in exchange for some rouge, pollen, silk, cloth, needlework and thread Go back with some scattered silver to see the smiling faces of your wives and children. Pickpockets and thieves who want to fish in troubled waters and beggars will certainly not miss this great opportunity.

When the inn opened, the square and the street opposite were already crowded with all kinds of people, and even two troupes of performing arts came here, so the town seemed busier than usual. Wu Tao couldn't help but want to come out to join in the fun. He discovered a very strange thing, the beggars who came here seemed to be very well-behaved, and they all gathered quietly in two or three corners.If others don't give, they don't want it; no matter how much others give, they will keep silent, not even saying "thank you". In every group of beggars, there are one or two older ones, carrying sacks on their backs, sitting far behind, no matter who asks for things, they have to be handed over to them, and then they will be distributed according to each person.

No one would have imagined that the business of beggars would be so well-regulated, and everyone thought it was very interesting. Among them, there was only one little beggar with big eyes who didn't even understand any rules. This kid has a round face with big eyes and two dimples when he smiles. He smiles when he sees people, and stretches out his hands when he smiles. There is always very little time to go back empty-handed. So he begged for more money than anyone else, but every penny went into his own pocket. With his purse already full, he kept running around in the crowd, and once almost knocked Wu Tao into a fight.

Wu Tao didn't give him a penny. He is not the kind of friend who is willing to give money to others casually, and his money is also earned very hard, which seems to be much harder than this little beggar. He knew that the little beggar bumped into him on purpose, but it was a pity that this kid was more slippery than a loach, he ran away as soon as he hit him, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Of course Wu Tao would not chase after him. He is not the kind of person who likes to cause trouble and be idle, but after being hit by this, his mood of watching the excitement was also knocked away.

So he returned to the inn, took out the donkey, and went straight to Jinan Mansion. He actually went to Jinan Mansion. No matter where he came from, that was true.At noon, he had really arrived in Jinan City. The gongs and drums in the arena were beating loudly, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with two braids was tumbling in the arena. Her long, straight and strong legs seemed to be able to make the braid made of small floral cotton cloth any time. Good pants burst. So this venue is more lively than anywhere else, and there are more people watching tricks than anywhere else. The little beggar squeezed in from the crowd like a loach, squatting on the ground and gasping for breath.

He knew that the old boy with the pointed head and gray face and the hairless face would never come after him, and he would not notice that the wallet in his waist was in his big purse for a while. That old boy's wallet is really heavy, he has knocked out at least twenty or thirty taels of silver in vain. The little beggar was happy in his heart, but his big eyes had been hooked away by the braided girl's long legs. When she took the gong and begged for "two coins from the judges", this little beggar who had always only begged for alms became generous, and even took out a handful of money and sprinkled it in the gong.

The braided girl smiled sweetly at him, and the little beggar became dizzy, and was about to grab another handful of money to sprinkle over, when suddenly someone pinched her shoulders. Hold down by two of his counterparts. The two beggars who held him down, one was numb and the other was lame, their hands were not weak. Although the little beggar was as slippery as a loach, once held down by them, he could no longer move. He can only show his housekeeping skills, only look at them and laugh. Unfortunately, the two colleagues were not at all moved by his round face, big eyes and dimples. Instead of letting go, they pinched his arms, grabbed him from the ground, and dragged him out of the room. clump.

The attention of the people next to them was all focused on those long legs, and no one cared about the business of the three stinky beggars. The gongs and drums in the arena sounded again, and another good show started again. The little beggar is not thin and thin, although his face is only about fourteen to sixteen, his figure is already seventeen to eighty-nine, but being held by two beggars who are crippled and crippled, he looks like Like catching a chick, both legs are off the ground. He wanted to laugh, but unfortunately he couldn't. He wanted to yell, but that big brother Ma had already grabbed a handful of mud from the ground and told him harshly, "When you yell, I'll use this handful of mud to plug your mouth." It's definitely not fun to have such a large amount of mud stuffed into his mouth, so the little beggar could only ask with a bitter face: "You two uncles, I didn't offend you, so why do you treat me like this, a poor child?" "We don't want to deal with you." Although the lame uncle also had a straight face, he finally spoke in a softer voice: "I just want you to go with us for a while." "Walking? Where are you going?" "Go see uncle." "Uncle? I have no father or mother since I was a child, where did I get my uncle?" The little beggar seemed to be about to cry: "You two uncles, I think you must have made a mistake?" The two uncles no longer paid attention to him, and the sound of gongs and drums in the venue became farther and farther away. They had reached the slope of a hill behind the town. There is a big blue tree on the hillside, and there is a blue stone under the big tree. On the stone is a man wearing a blue cloth. Very worn out blue cloth clothes, and full of patches, but washed very clean. People are also very clean. A clean face, not only expressionless, not even a little blood, looks like a dead person. Fortunately, it was daytime now, if one saw such a person in the middle of the night, one would jump three feet high without being frightened to death. The man in Tsing Yi didn't seem to see them. He kept tilting his head and slanting his face, staring into the distance, as if he was meditating, or as if he was recalling a sweet and sad past event, thinking of a certain person who would never be able to Forgetful people. But his gray face was still expressionless, and his eyes were as cold as the dead. Although the two beggars, one numb and one lame, were already standing in front of him, they didn't even dare to breathe. Even though the little beggar was usually courageous, he was too frightened to make a sound at this time. After a long time, the Tsing Yi man opened his mouth to speak, and only said three words: "Let him go." The two beggars immediately let go of their two big hands that were like pliers, and the little beggar finally heaved a sigh of relief, only to find that the left sleeve of the man in Tsing Yi was empty, and a blue shirt tied around his waist was empty. On the belt of the commoner, there is a large stack of empty sacks on the back. It seems that there are as many as seven or eight, at least five or six. There is also a sack next to the bluestone, which looks bulging, and I don't know what is in it. Anyone with a bit of experience in the world should have seen by now that this man in Tsing Yi with a broken arm is the elders of the world's largest gang of "beggars" who have power as far as the border and disciples all over the country. one. But Xiaojiao couldn't see it. He doesn't understand the rules, he doesn't understand personnel affairs, he doesn't understand what he should know, but he knows a lot of things he shouldn't understand. In addition to stealing chickens and dogs, pretending to be cute with a smiling face and dimples to steal other people's money, he actually knows how to look at women's thighs. The one-armed man in Tsing Yi was still looking into the distance, but suddenly asked him: "Do you know who I am?" The little beggar shook his head, desperately, but in a blink of an eye he was nodding again. "I know who you are." He said, "These two uncles said they would bring me to see my uncle, so you must be my uncle." The man in Tsing Yi did not deny it. The little beggar sighed: "It's a pity that you are not my uncle, and I don't have an uncle. Whose uncle are you?" He clapped his hands suddenly: "I understand, you are not anyone's uncle, others call you uncle, it's just your nickname." The people in Tsing Yi didn't deny it either. The little beggar laughed, because he suddenly realized that he was so smart that he could even answer such a difficult question. Unfortunately, he couldn't answer the next question. "Do you know why I asked them to bring you here?" "Why?" If you can't answer, ask back. This is a common method used by veterans. This bastard actually understands. The man in Tsing Yi finally turned his head, looked at him with a pair of cold eyes, and said ten words coldly. "Because you broke the gang's rules!" "My gang?" Little beggar didn't understand again: "What kind of gang is this gang?" "The poor family." Everyone in Jianghu knows that the Poor Family Gang is the Beggar Gang, but this little beggar doesn't know it. "You're wrong, I'm not from a poor family." He said, "Although I am poor, I don't have a family. If I had a family, maybe I wouldn't be poor!" "Even if you are not a disciple of our gang." "why?" "Because all the begging people in the world are under the control of this gang." Although the voice of the man in Tsing Yi was cold, it carried a power that could definitely shock people's hearts. But the little beggar laughed again. Not only did he laugh very happily, but he actually said two words that no one would have expected him to say. He actually said: "goodbye." When a person says "goodbye" it's usually when he's gone—sometimes when he really has to go, sometimes when he has to, and sometimes as a posturing in the hope that someone will keep him. This little beggar really wants to leave, and he will leave as soon as he says so. It's a pity he can't go. He hadn't gone a foot away when those two pairs of big pliers-like hands grabbed him again. "What are you arresting me for?" the little beggar protested, "I don't have anything to do here anymore. I am neither a member of your poor family nor a beggar." "you are not?" "Of course I'm not, I've changed my line." "What did you change your career for?" "Be a thief." The little beggar said it confidently: "Even if you are the ancestors of all beggars in the world, you can't control me, a thief." He spoke as if he had some truth, and no one could say that he was unreasonable. The man in Tsing Yi with the broken arm was still looking into the distance, and told him coldly: "Others can't control it, but I can control it." "why?" ——"Because I am not someone else." "Because I am better than others." "Because I am better than others." The people in Tsing Yi did not say these words. He didn't want to say it, he didn't have to say it, he didn't need to say it, it was better not to say it than to say it. He just pointed to the bulging sack next to the bluestone beside him: "Go and have a look." The man in Tsing Yi said, "See what's inside?" The little beggar has long wanted to see it. Although he had known for a long time that what was in the sack was by no means a good thing, and it would be of no benefit to him after seeing it, but his curiosity had long been crawling in his heart like a little caterpillar. Of course he wanted to see it, he had to see it. After reading it, the little caterpillar in his heart not only did not go away, but suddenly turned into a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, not only crawling in his heart, but also crawling in his stomach and intestines. Crawl, crawl in his pores, crawl in his blood vessels, crawl in his bone marrow. They crawled on every part of his body where they could crawl, until he wanted to beat, scold, cry and vomit. In fact, the things in this sack are not too special, and they are just things that everyone can see every day and every moment. What is contained in this sack is just a few noses, a few ears, and a few hands. —The nose is a human nose, the ear is a human ear, and the hand is a human hand. This is a personal world. Everyone has a nose, ears, and hands. As long as a person is still living in this world and is not blind, he will see these things all the time except when he is sleeping, and it is difficult not to see them. But none of these things should be packed in linen. The man in Tsing Yi said coldly: "Those who threaten people's privacy cut off their ears and noses, those who steal money cut off their hands and feet, and those who rape their wives and daughters with violence will be killed without mercy, regardless of whether they are disciples of our sect or not." "Who made this rule?" "it's me." "Have you ever thought that the rules you made are too cruel?" Xiao Beghua said, "And you have no right to make such rules at all." "No?" "No one else told you either?" "No!" The little beggar let out a sigh of relief: "Now someone has finally told you, I advise you to change these rules as soon as possible." The man in Tsing Yi turned his head, looked at him coldly, and suddenly said: "Your luck is not bad." "why?" "Because you are still a child, otherwise you would have died in my hands at this moment." His gaze returned to the distance again, and he ignored the little beggar again, and only gave a faint order: "Chop off his left hand." The little beggar ran away, really fast. A big kid like him is ready to run away anytime and anywhere, even if he has no other skills, he will never run slowly. As he ran, he was still shouting: "Is it because you don't have a left hand yourself, so you want to cut off other people's left hands?" He dared to call it that because he was sure that no one was chasing after him. Not in the back, but in the front. I don't know when, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly stood in front of him, still didn't even look at him, he just said indifferently: "Although you only have one hand left in the future, as long as you are willing to be a good man , you can still live, and you can live better than with two hands." The little beggar shook his head desperately. "No, no, no matter what, two hands are better than one. You can't cut off my hands." When he was yelling desperately, a person suddenly rushed up from the hillside, and even the two big black braids on his back flew up. She can't run too slowly, for she has long, healthy legs. As she ran, she also shouted: "He's just a poor kid, you just have to spare him once." The man in Tsing Yi frowned and asked the braided girl: "Who are you to him?" "I don't know him at all, I just pity him." "You pity him? Why don't you pity the man whose wallet was stolen by him?" The man in Tsing Yi said coldly: "That wallet may be all his family wealth, and his parents, wife and children may rely on this little money to survive." Live on, why don't you take pity on them?" The braided girl was taken aback, and said in a stuttering voice, "Maybe it's like this, but you should ask first." "I don't need to ask." The man in Tsing Yi suddenly showed an indescribable hatred in his eyes: "It is better to kill a hundred by mistake than let one go." "But……" Before the braided girl could say this, someone suddenly pulled her over and put a small knife on her neck.The person who did this kind of thing was actually the little beggar she came to rescue. He put the knife against the throat of the braided girl: "If you don't let me go, I will kill her, then she will die in your hands." He asked the man in Tsing Yi: "What is the crime of hurting innocent people? Should both hands and legs be chopped off?" The man in Tsing Yi didn't get angry, his face didn't change, he didn't even think about it, he said immediately: "You go." So the little beggar left, took his two intact hands and walked with the braided girl. He walked down the hillside, out of Liu Town, and walked a long, long way to a field in front of a dense forest. The little beggar let go only when he was sure that no one was chasing him. The braided girl immediately turned around and stared at him fiercely with a pair of beautiful eyes, and asked fiercely: "Are you human?" "Of course." The little beggar Hua giggled, "From head to toe." "Since you are human, how can you do such a thing? How can you do this to me?" The braided girl was really angry, but the little beggar laughed even more happily, and asked her instead: "Did you go there to save me?" "of course." "Then you have saved me now, and your wish has come true." Little Beggar said, "What's wrong with what I did?" The braided girl was stunned by his question, and she couldn't help but admit that what he said made sense. The little beggar asked her again: "How are you going to thank me now?" "Thank you?" The braided girl couldn't help but exclaimed, "You still want me to thank you?" "Of course you should thank me." The little beggar said confidently: "That one-armed man in blue is decisive, his martial arts are in a mess, and he is a monster. If I didn't come up with this method, how could you take me out of his hands? rescued?" The braided girl was speechless again. The little beggar said more and more rationally: "You can't save me, you must be very sad. I made you happy and helped you such a big favor. How can you not thank me?" The girl with braids smiled like the clumps of small white flowers blooming beside the woods. "You little devil, you have so many tricks." "If you can't think of it yourself, I can give you an idea." Little Beggar said. "What the hell idea?" "Think of a way for you to thank me." "What method? Tell me." The braided girl blinked her eyes, really wanting to hear what kind of trick this kid came up with. The little beggar coughed twice, straightened his face, and said solemnly: "As long as you let me kiss you on your little mouth, it will be considered as thanking me, and we will be even." The braided girl's face turned red, and the little beggar looked as if she was going to do what she said. "If you dare, if you dare to kiss me, I will..." "How about you?" What can the girl with braids do? She can only run, and she runs so fast that the two braids on her back fly up again, and the two bows tied on the braids seem to be really a pair of colorful butterflies flying among the flowers. The little beggar laughed so hard that he couldn't even stand up straight. It is now April, and spring has come to the world. The dense mulberry forest is as dense as spring rain and spring sorrow. Little Beggar didn't chase after those butterflies, he liked beautiful butterflies, but he didn't want to see that dead pale face again. It's much safer in the woods than here. He burrowed into the woods, trying to find a branch with the thickest branches and leaves, and take a nap on it. Unexpectedly, before he found such a tree, someone had already found him first. There were a total of five people who came, surrounded him from all sides, and surrounded him in the middle. The five dark and fierce men, with a domineering look on their faces, did not look like martial arts masters with special skills.But it would not be too difficult to kill a few big children like Xiaojiaohua. A man with a large tumor on his neck was obviously the eldest of the five, holding a bull knife in his hand, and looked at the little beggar with a grinning grin. "Little brother, do you understand the rules of the road? My brother has already taken a fancy to that fat sheep, why did you take it away?" "Fat sheep? Where did you get the fat sheep?" The little beggar looked puzzled, "I've never even touched a thin sheep. When did I snatch your fat sheep?" "If you have Caixiang, at least half of the points will be scored when you meet. You don't understand this rule?" "I don't understand." The little beggar said, "I haven't bathed for at least 30 to 50 days, and my whole body stinks to death. Where does the fragrance of wealth come from?" He pulled up his clothes and sniffed, then immediately pinched his nose and frowned: "It stinks, it stinks to death, if you don't believe me, come and smell it." Tuzi was furious: "My boy, you are pretending to be confused." With a flick of his wrist and a flash of the knife, his brothers immediately chimed in, "Let's kill this little bastard first, and see if he wants money or life?" Xiao Jiaohua finally realized: "It turns out that you are robbers who came to steal the money." He sighed, "The robbers robbed the money, but they ended up on the beggar's head. Such robbers are rare." Tuozi yelled loudly, and was about to charge at him with a knife again, the little beggar quickly waved his hand: "You must not be angry, if you get angry, Tuozi will grow bigger, maybe it will become bigger than your head, and that would be no fun. " He put on a smile again, revealing his dimples: "As long as you don't get angry, I'll give you anything you want." "My brother doesn't like anything else, as long as he sees the white silver, his anger will disappear!" "I don't have any silver, can I give you Yuanbao?" "Okay." Tuozi turned his anger into a smile: "Of course." "Do you want the big one? Or the small one?" "Of course it's big, the bigger the better." "That's easy." Little Beggar laughed and said, "I don't have anything else, but I do have Yuanbao, and it's huge." He suddenly lay down on the ground and put his hands on his head: "The Yuanbao is here, come and get it quickly." Everyone didn't even see the shadow of Yuanbao, so they rushed to ask: "How can there be ingots here?" "Yuanbao is me, and I am Yuanbao." The little beggar pointed to his nose, "Don't you want such a big Yuanbao?" This time the tumor really got angry, and the tumor on the neck seemed to have really grown, only to hear him scolding: "You little bastard, how dare you entertain your ancestors." This time he really rushed over, holding the ox knife high in his hand, as long as he cut it down, the little beggar would have many big holes in his body, and at least half of his life would be lost! His brothers also jumped up, all the awls, sharp knives, and axes greeted the little beggar's body. Although his skills were not very flexible, and the thing in his hand was not a weapon used by martial arts masters, he could still kill the little beggar with two or three blows. Beggars cut eight pieces. The little beggar was terribly frightened, his whole body was shaking with fear, but there was no hint of fear in his big eyes. At this moment, there seemed to be four or five cold lights flashing outside the forest. Among them, there was a silver light that was the strongest, but I couldn't see it clearly. Because it came so fast that people's eyes couldn't see it clearly. The cold light flashed away, and the five big men had already fallen. Five people fell down at the same time, and once they fell down, they couldn't stand up, and they would never stand up again! A flashing cold light, a deadly hidden weapon. The five strong men, who were as strong as a cow, died without even uttering a scream. This kind of hidden weapon is too fast, too accurate, and too terrifying. The person who can use this kind of hidden weapon is undoubtedly the top master in the martial arts. There are no ten such masters in the world, but at least two came here just now. Because the cold light is shot from two different directions, the color of the light is also different. How could a top expert like this appear here at the same time?Could it be that he came here specially to save this little beggar? The cold light is gone, and the traces of people are gone. The little beggar didn't see those cold lights at all, let alone the people outside the forest. Of course he didn't know who saved him, but no matter what, he finally got his little life back, and he should be grateful. The wind blows the leaves, and the empty forest is silent. He suddenly jumped up from the ground, not only didn't show any gratitude at all, but he was so angry that his face turned red. "Which bastard saved me?" He actually cursed: "Who told you to save me? Don't you think I can't even deal with these eighth-rate robbers?" When others saved him, he cursed instead. If someone wants to choose the most ignorant and inexplicable bastard in the world, who else is there besides this kid? Fortunately, the person who rescued him has already left, otherwise he might have been mad at him to death. If you don't have an audience, it doesn't matter if you're talking, singing, or swearing.It's all very tiring and boring. The little beggar also felt that the more he scolded, the more boring he became, and he was tired of scolding, so he wanted to find a big tree to rest for a while, and then try to find a way to dispose of the bodies of these five people. ——Even if they are eighth-rate robbers, they cannot be allowed to die without a coffin. This time he finally found an ideal tree branch, and he was about to find a way to climb it.He had already turned around, so he didn't see what happened behind him again, and he couldn't imagine that one of the five dead people had come back to life. The dead will not be resurrected, and the dead are not five, but four. Tuozi was not dead at all, as soon as Xiao Beghua turned around, his "corpse" began to move. For some unknown reason, although he was seriously injured, his movements became extremely dexterous, much more dexterous than before. The little beggar had already walked in front of the tree. Tuozi stared at him with bloodshot eyes.The tumor on the neck suddenly turned red gradually, from red to purple, and the purple was so bright that it was as bright as transparent amethyst. At this moment, his body suddenly jumped up, like a leopard, and rushed towards the little beggar. His skills and movements have become beyond the dreams of an eighth-rate bandit, not even a seventh-rate, sixth-rate, fifth-rate, fourth-rate, and third-rate bandit, or even a second-rate bandit. He couldn't even do it, his skills had suddenly become top-notch. Although he was injured, but now he is making a leap, and his attack is top-notch regardless of speed, momentum, and skill. Although the bull knife in his hand had dropped when he fell down, his pair of iron fists were far more terrifying than the knife. The veins on his fist were protruding, and even the veins turned purple, so purple that it was bright and transparent. Anyone with a little insight should be able to see that the force of this punch has almost reached its peak. Unfortunately the little beggar couldn't see, he couldn't see at all, his eyes didn't grow in the back. The only luck is that he still has a pair of very sensitive ears, and he can still hear the sharp wind when the punch is released. There was a sound of wind, and his body had already rolled to the ground, three or four feet away. There was only a sound of "click", and a big tree thicker than Haiwan had been knocked down by Tuzi's punch. The little beggar was stunned, he was not injured, his whole body was not injured, but his whole body was frightened and broke out in cold sweat. Only now did he know that this person was not the eighth-rate, but the first-rate.No matter what he did, it wasn't eighth-rate, he was just pretending just now. A first-rate person will never become brothers with an eighth-rate person, and his brothers are undoubtedly also first-rate. How dangerous it is to treat the first-rate martial arts as the eighth-rate, if no one saved him just now, how could he have survived till now? Now he finally understands, finally understands that he shouldn't curse. What is incomprehensible is why these first-class martial arts masters deliberately pretend to be clumsy to share the spoils of a small beggar?And he also wants the life of this little beggar, who knows what's going on.