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"What is the purpose of you two following the young master?"
"Master, aren't you asking the question knowingly?"
"Ask knowingly? What do I know?"
"Say it or not?" The boy kicked them again.
"I see, my lord, you are carrying a burden, and I would like to borrow two dollars from you to spend." One of the two said, rolling his eyes.
"It's nice to say, are you trying to rob the young master?"
"Say, how many times have you done this kind of thing?"
"No, no, we only did it this time because you were a child. I didn't know you were so powerful!"
"Let me just trust you, just lie here, if someone passes by, you call for help, if no one passes by, you just resign to your fate."
"Hey, young master, don't, just let us go, in this wilderness, we can only wait to die here."
The boy ignored them, turned around and walked back the way he had come.
"For these two stupid guys, I have to climb the mountain for a long time, bad luck."
The boy muttered as he walked.
After a while, the boy was dejected and complained about the hot sun, and walked on the avenue weakly.
Those merchants who drank tea with him in the tea shed and saw that the two young men who followed him had malicious intentions saw him walking on the road unscathed, innocent and rascally, and could not help but With a look of surprise on his face.
These people are not good people who act bravely, but we can't blame them for everything. At that time, human trafficking was very popular. Although the imperial court issued repeated orders to prohibit private human trading, it was just that there was a custom of raising slaves at that time. Not to mention officials, even wealthy families would buy a few slaves to work at home. In addition to buying land, newly rich upstarts have to buy slaves. Where there is a need, there is a market, and the official human market has always existed like the mule and horse market, so most human transactions are organized. Yes, there are human traffickers, gangsters, and even officials backing them up. They can't manage it even if they want to. Even if they file a lawsuit with the government, it's hard to win. I'm too lazy to care about it.
Although the young man was walking lazily, he was walking alone and didn't carry much in his hand, so he was not walking slowly. He quickly caught up with the old man who kindly reminded him yesterday.
The old man couldn't help showing surprise on his face when he saw him, and greeted him again: "Brother, I think we are destined to meet again!"
The boy turned his head and looked at him lazily: "Oh, old man, yes, we meet again."
"Last night, nothing happened, right?" The old man squinted his eyes and asked with a half-smile.
"No, what can happen? I listened to your old advice. I found a sheltered place on the mountain early in the morning and squinted. I got up early in the morning and hurried on the road."
"Oh, oh" The old man's expression froze on his face, and he retracted the protruding face suspiciously, but he wondered in his heart that it was too awkward.
To say that the old man really didn't want anything to happen to the boy, but things didn't go in the direction he expected, which still made him a little relieved. You know, he had already made up all the things the boy had to go through last night. , I planned to use this as a negative teaching material to tell his children and grandchildren. He even thought about the conclusion and what to say. Naturally, one must be careful when walking alone, find more companions, and stay in the hotel early at dawn . But I don't want the young man to have nothing to do. He walks alone at night, finds a mountain to sleep on, and continues on his way the next day.
He shook his head involuntarily, thinking to himself, it seems that he is getting old and timid. At this time, he seemed to be looking behind the young man unintentionally, but he didn't notice the two young men who were following him, and he couldn't help but muttered in his heart, but after thinking about it, he might have already arrived, so he concentrated on continuing on his way.
But this young man is not a reckless person. Although he was not afraid of what happened last night, it was troublesome after all. So, as soon as it got dark today, he saw a small shop in front of him, so he went in to stay in it.
It is said that it is a small shop, but it is actually a farmer's house. Two houses are vacated for passing merchants to rest, and a few shop fees are charged.
When the boy entered, he saw an old man sitting in front of the stove and lighting a fire. He greeted him, and the old man grinned at him, "Brother, are you staying at the hotel?"
"Yes, staying in the hotel. Why are you here if you don't live in the hotel?"
The old man still grinned and looked him up and down slightly: "Okay, okay, good to stay at the hotel."
suddenly rememberedSo, mysteriously, he moved his head over and said to the young man, "I cook something good in this pot, brother, do you want some?"
At this time, the boy also smelled the smell of meat coming from the pot.
But he has always been a vegetarian with his master, so he swallowed, shook his head and said: "No, you can cook me some porridge and some pickles later."
"Little brother, you really don't want to eat it, is this a good thing?"
"What good stuff?"
"Hehe, the bones are rotten!"
"Hegulan, what, just cook me some porridge and some pickles."
"Oh well."
The old man led him into a room inside. After a while, a bowl of porridge and two plates of pickles were brought, and they went out. The boy took out the dry food he was carrying with him from his bag, ate two mouthfuls of porridge and pickles, and then lay down.
The boy didn't sleep well, and he always felt that the old man was strange. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the light coming in through the crack of the door. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling that it seemed to be the light of a torch, and vaguely heard a young voice saying: "It's this little bastard, he didn't run away, and we won't sell him anymore, we will make him today!"
The young man heard the voice a little familiar, and then he heard footsteps, and the light of the torch became brighter and brighter, and he entered the house and came to his room.
He climbed up lightly, and took out the contents from the long package. It turned out that it was a sword. He got out of bed quietly, lifted the broken plank bed gently, and leaned to the right. He gently pulled out the sword, held the sword in his right hand, and pushed the door on the left with his left hand.
As soon as he was ready, he felt that someone was pushing the door. He pushed the right side and couldn't push it, but he pushed the left side again. He gently released his left hand. The person was trying hard, but suddenly he was out of the way, and the door slammed. It opened, and he fell in. The young man raised his sword and dropped it. He fell to the ground without making a sound and became a headless ghost.
The boy closed the door again as before. After a while, I heard footsteps coming again, and a person stopped at the door, "Brother, did you get it?"
"I got it."
"Brother, what's wrong with your voice?"
"I was hurt by that kid, come in and help me."
"Why can't the door be pushed open?"
"Ouch"
He only screamed halfway, the boy raised his sword again, and he also died on the ground.
The boy waited for a while, but when he heard no more sound, he opened the door and went out. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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