Dozens of people squatted in front of Old Walker's shop, and the scene was quite spectacular, and the sour smell was unusually ecstatic.

"Squat down for me, don't make trouble, stay for six hours, and take a whole kilogram of rye bread from me. Dogleg held the bread in his hand, his face full of pride, and he enjoyed the feeling of being above others.

The untouchables did not speak, their eyes fixed on the mountains of rye bread, and the occasional sound of swallowing saliva came from between their throats.

The dogleg still has some scheming and means, and knows that if you want the horse to run, you have to give the horse grazing, and from time to time break two pieces of bread and throw it to those untouchables who are doing well.

Whenever someone takes bread and stuffs it into their mouth, it will attract envious glances from those around them.

Soon, the noise outside the shop alerted old Walker, who rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and stretched out of the shop.

Immediately afterward, his expression and movements froze completely, and his mouth was wide open, almost enough to fit an apple.

After being silent for a long time, he suddenly roared sharply: "What's the matter, what are you untouchables doing squatting in front of my store, hurry up." ”

The angry voice frightened many of the untouchables, and immediately several people fled into the distance, hesitated for a moment, and the rest of them also got up and quickly followed.

In less than two minutes, the streets were clear again.

Old Walker immediately noticed the dog's leg not far away, because the other party was too conspicuous, and still maintained the movement of holding the rye bread high at this time, he stared at the other party, and then spat at the ground: "Bah! garbage!"

The thin and tall dog's face turned red from the stimulation of the word garbage, but he didn't dare to step forward to reason with him, after all, he still remembered the beating two hours ago, so he could only curse in his heart: "Damn old bastard, one day smash your shop." ”

While cursing, he began to blame Renard: "What kind of bad idea, you still want people to take the initiative to come to us and talk in your dreams, right?"

Thinking so, he threw the rye bread in his hand into the furoshi, and was about to pack up and leave.

However, as soon as he put the rye bread in order, he saw a large crowd of people hula at the end of the street again, and when he looked at it, it was the group of untouchables who had just been driven away, and the group was even larger than before.

The untouchables crouched silently again in front of Old Walker's shop, still staring at the rye bread at his feet.

Dogleg was stunned, then smiled playfully, and spread out the package again, so that the piles of rye bread came into view.

"Goo!" the sound of swallowing saliva sounded one after another, full of wonderful rhythm.

As the minutes ticked by, many residents noticed the unusual situation in front of Old Walker's shop, pointing and guessing the truth of the matter.

"Does old Walker owe money?" "I don't know, maybe somewhere provoked these untouchables. "I don't think old Walker is a good character, and last time he actually helped a group of gold fingers sell stolen goods. ”

About half an hour later, several people dressed as mercenaries came to Old Walker's shop, and they were equally stunned when they saw the scene at the door, exchanged a few words with each other, and shook their heads and left.

Similar things happened one after another, and the old Walker in the store once again noticed the anomaly.

His shop is very famous in Fort Saint-Brieu, so business is very good, and the daily traffic is maintained at about 20 waves, but this afternoon there was no wave of customers, which really surprised him.

He frowned slightly, stood up and walked outside the door, and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.

Seeing dozens of untouchables gathered in front of the door, more than a dozen more than when they were blasted away before, and now there is not even a place to put his feet, he couldn't help but be angry, and reprimanded sharply: "Get out of here, or break your dog's legs." ”

The untouchables immediately panicked, and then scattered again in all directions, as they had just done before.

But when old Walker turned to enter, they gathered again like lingering flies at the door of the shop, and continued to stare at the dead fish's eyes, staring at the rye bread at the dog's feet.

I don't know how many times this cycle has been repeated, and at dusk, old Walker's patience was finally drained.

He was very puzzled, what were these untouchables doing in front of their shops instead of selling coolies to earn rations?

If he didn't understand, he could only solve the problem by violent means, he strode up to a certain untouchable, reached out and grabbed the other person's collar and lifted him up: "Say, what do you want to do in front of my store?"

The untouchable was a very stocky-looking young man, but he didn't even have the strength to resist in old Walker's hands.

The young man didn't speak, but looked at the dogleg in the distance, and Old Walker naturally followed his gaze and immediately locked onto the target: "It's you!"

Dogleg showed an innocent expression, spread his hands and said, "It's none of my business, it was Young Master Renard who ordered them to stay here, if you have any opinions, you can go to him for a theory." ”

He had already vaguely understood Renard's intentions, and showed a hangy appearance: "Old Walker, you'd better put him down, after all, he is a lord under the baron, if there is anything missing, I am afraid it will be difficult for you to explain." ”

After speaking, he pointed to the ground and said with a hippie smile: "And I want to solemnly remind you that the street is a public place, not your old Walker's territory." ”

The dogleg looked around, and the volume suddenly increased by two notches: "The tenants of the baron lord are tired of resting here, and they have not violated any laws, but if you dare to be rude......"

He didn't go on, but he made it very clear that this was Baron Hammiton's chassis, not a place for him to go wild.

Old Walker's eyes were half-narrowed, and he didn't speak, but his heaving chest showed that he was on the verge of going berserk.

Dogleg looked at him calmly, anyway, he was also a scum who had been mixed with Renard for several years, if he didn't even have this bit of guts, wouldn't it be in vain to disregard the name of Dogleg.

Of course, he still had some drumming in his heart, but after thinking about it, the worst thing was to be beaten again, what was there to be afraid of.

Both of them were silent, and after a long time, old Walker suddenly approached, and asked in the dog's ear, "What did he do this for, just to get Wilson's family heirloom medal, or for some other purpose?"

Dogleg thought for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer.

Old Walker was furious when he saw this, but fortunately, it was an old fritter who had been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he didn't make any outrageous moves, but snorted twice with the pariah still on the ground, and turned around and went back to the store.