(Recommended reading: Wangu Town ranks third among the thirteen towns, and there are several times more people in all kinds of rivers and lakes than Huaxiong Town. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Ye Feng often goes out with silver tickets, but he has never met a thief.

When Ye Feng first arrived in the small Huaxiong Town, he was remembered by the thieves before half a day passed, which really made Ye Feng very angry.

What made Ye Feng even more angry was that he was a chivalrous man, he was hit by that boy, and all his belongings were stolen without knowing it.

At this moment, Ye Feng, who was emitting murderous intent all over his body, took a few breaths angrily, suppressed the anger in his heart, put the clay statue of his father Ye Longtian on the stall, and hugged his fist at the frightened old man.

"Uncle, I met a thief and all the money on my body was stolen. This clay statue is here for the time being, and I will come back and buy it when I find the money. ”

The old man who pinched the clay statue swallowed his saliva hard, stared at his eyes fixedly, and asked in a squeaky voice, "Young man, ...... Are you Ye Feng? The young master of the Ye family in Wangu Town? ”

Ye Feng was slightly stunned, then nodded, and said embarrassedly: "Uncle, I, Ye Feng, will not let you waste your time making clay statues in vain, if you believe me, you will help me fabricate another person, and when I come back, the two clay statues will be bought together." As for this horse, I will stay with you, if Ye fails you, you will lead the horse and sell it after the stall closes in the evening, and you can get at least a hundred taels of silver. ”

"Leaf ...... Wind? The old man stood up suddenly, bypassed the stall and knelt in front of Ye Feng, the surprise in his eyes turned into a deep gratitude, and said, "I didn't expect to see you in my lifetime, uncle." You can destroy the bandits in Xiong'er Mountain, this great kindness and the people of our town can't repay you. ”

The kneeling of the old man who pinched the clay man made Ye Feng at a loss, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man, suppressing the anger that was secretly ignited in his heart, and barely squeezed out a smile: "Uncle, you really can't afford to kneel as a junior." Besides, killing the bandits in Xiong'er Mountain is not a big deal. But anyone who is a chivalrous person will do this, just let Ye take the lead, you don't have to take it to heart. ”

The old man really didn't expect Ye Feng to say this, and looked at Ye Feng a few times again, nodded and praised: "Boss, although I don't have great skills, I will pinch clay people all my life, but I have read countless people in this life, Ye Shaoxia's words are modest and chivalrous, even if you are the sect master of the Ancient Ye Sect, you are still approachable and have no stinky shelf, and the old man dares to guarantee that you will definitely be a dragon among people in the future."

Come! Doesn't Ye Shaoxia still need a clay statue of a person? You draw it on a piece of paper, and then I'll tell you where the two are. ”

"Uncle, do you know?"

Ye Feng's eyes flashed suddenly, and when he saw that his husband nodded, his hanging heart finally relaxed slightly, and then he walked to the stall and grabbed a pen and sketched a young girl on the white paper.

"Yo! What a handsome girl. Ye Shaoxia, is this your ......? The old man glanced at the portrait of Han Zidie on the paper a few times, and turned his head to look at Ye Feng with a deep meaning.

Ye Feng's face turned red, and he coughed lightly twice: "Uncle, don't make fun of your juniors." Tell the younger generation where the father and son of the thieves are. Although there are very few things that the younger generation has lost, if it is spread in the Qingshui Country, it is enough to cause a lot of treasure hunting and killing. ”

Looking at Ye Feng, who was pale because of anxiety, the old man also noticed the seriousness, put down the portrait of Han Zidie, and thought for a while: "Those two are not father and son, that naughty boy has a nickname called 'Divine Hand Fairy' Liu Zihao, don't look at his age is only ** years old, the people who steal are all powerful characters." I've been stealing in this Huaxiong Town for four years, and I've never missed a single shot. Of course, not getting caught has something to do with the lame. ”

"Liu Zihao?" Divine Hand Fairchild'? Tell me, sir, where are they now? Ye Feng frowned and asked.

"Just west of this place, there is a broken temple thirty miles away from Huaxiong Town. That is Liu Zihao's den of thieves. The old man told him bluntly, and then he seemed to remember something, and hurriedly said: "Ye Shaoxia, this Liu Zihao has been fatherless and motherless since he was a child, and he was very pitiful, three years ago, he specially stole the silver taels of the landlord's old rich family, and then gave all the money to the poor people in the town, and he himself was hungry. So like us who do small business, we often see him giving a few pennies so that he can fill his stomach. But in the past three years, three people from nowhere have been mixed up with Liu Zihao. The miasma of trouble in Huaxiong Town is not only the landlord Lao Cai guarding the treasure day and night, but even the poor people such as us have to guard against him. ”

The old man's words made Ye Feng frown again and again, and secretly said in his heart that this Liu Zihao was really interesting.

"Uncle, those things are very important to me, you first pinch the clay statue of the woman in the painting, and buy it when I come back." Ye Feng hugged his fist at the old man, flew on the horse and looked due west, knocked his feet on the horse's belly and galloped away.

Looking at Ye Feng who was riding away, the old man who pinched the clay man shook his head and sighed.

"Zihao, Zihao, you said it was not good for you to steal anyone, but you stole it from the benefactor of the entire Huaxiong Town. Don't blame me, you're bringing on your own bad luck. If no one can clean you up, the people in Huaxiong Town will be stolen by you. ”

If it was before, the old man would never tell Liu Zihao's location, no matter where Liu Zihao's silver came from, it was commendable to be able to give all the silver to the poor.

But in the past three years, Liu Zihao's temperament has suddenly changed greatly, whether it is a poor person or a landlord, he will not let go.

The landlord's old wealth was stolen and a little silver could still resist, but the common people couldn't stand it. After a year of hard work and hard work to save some silver, it was stolen before the tenth winter wax moon, and in winter, don't say eat white flour rice, and it is lucky to be able to gnaw the bark of the tree without being starved to death.

So for this Liu Zihao, the ordinary people of Huaxiong Town love and hate him. What I love is that I have received the favor of Liu Zihao at the beginning, and what I hate is that Liu Zihao has made them suffer a lot in the past three years.

Although people have hatred in their hearts, except for the landlord Lao Cai who often goes to the government to report the case, it is still rare to see people go to the government to sue Liu Zihao.

Perhaps in the hearts of their group of people, gratitude to Liu Zihao is still better than holding grudges. It may also be that it is useless to report the case, because the landlord Lao Cai who went to report the case is about to step on the threshold of the prefect's lobby, and he still failed to catch Liu Zihao after three years in a hurry.

It was the delay in catching Liu Zihao that made him more and more rampant, and now he not only steals at night, but also dares to swagger in the town during the day.

But today, Liu Zihao, who was twenty-five miles west of Huaxiong Town, was counting silver tickets while walking triumphantly, but he didn't expect that because of the theft in the morning, his hands were almost cut off in the end.

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