Chapter 74: Realistic Acting
As soon as he heard the news, Yang Congyi's fat face immediately appeared in front of his eyes, and this was the ghost of that kid.
It's also to blame him for being careless, he didn't check every bag of grain clearly when he delivered, and now he is sure of this loss. Once he returned to the cottage and was discovered, his defense was unclear, and then it would be troublesome.
Food is a life-saving thing, and there are too many people who are desperate for food. Yang Congyi was about to fly with joy because he figured out the situation of the fugitives before, who knows, this kind of thing happened in a blink of an eye, and he was really happy too early.
At this point, I can't think of any good way, so let's check how much food is in problem first. Yang Congyi asked everyone to check secretly and not make a noise, but he was thinking in his heart about how to pass this hurdle.
It didn't take long for the catchers to find out that there were five sacks of chaff and sand.
Five bags are five quintals of rice, and the rations for ten days in the village are gone. The fat-headed and big-eared brother-in-law is really fucking black-hearted. Yang Congyi could only curse a few words in his heart, the pig farm was full of people, and once others knew that there was a problem with their food, they would have to finish the game immediately.
Yang Congyi was so anxious that he couldn't think of a good way. I wanted to mix the rice with those bags of chaff and get through the tricks, but now the rice in the three villages is in the pig farm, dozens of people are in and out, and it is impossible to blatantly adulterate it in full view, otherwise they will be caught on the spot, and it will be even more difficult to distinguish when the time comes.
Both the left and right villages were moving grain to the mountains, and only the ones in the front village were still resting around the grain pile, which soon attracted the attention of other bandits, and suspicious eyes frequently floated in. Yang Congyi really doesn't have any good way, try to delay the time, and let the catcher quickly move the food back slowly. It really can't be done, and when the time comes, the only way to snatch these four bandits from the pig farm is to snatch them down the mountain.
Yang Congyi didn't move food, he originally planned to contact the four fugitives today, but he was not interested in the food problem. Now it's time to think about how to snatch them down the mountain.
There are six bandits guarding the pig farm, all of whom have weapons, and the catchers come to carry grain without weapons, and they are afraid that they will suffer a loss. Yang Congyi looked at the bandits guarding the pig farm, and secretly thought to himself, if necessary, how to put them all down, thinking about it, he couldn't beat six bandits with his bare hands, and if they didn't have knives, they would lose half of their courage, and they couldn't count on it.
"Brother Yang, what do you see, today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and it is time to go back to eat after moving this trip."
Yang Congyi looked back and saw that it was Brother Fu calling him, so he hurriedly smiled and said, "If you don't move today, I'll look at the grain here." Brother Fu, why did you move the grain? ”
Brother Fu said with a smile: "The road ahead is far away, the mountain road is not easy to walk, the latter section is okay, you can move it twice." Seeing that Yang Congyi didn't mean to move, he came over and whispered: "You haven't been up the mountain for a long time, when it's time to behave, you still have to behave, don't be an honest person." ”
When Yang Congyi heard this, he understood in his heart that this was to show the leader, and then smiled: "No way, I want to move too, but no one else wants to stay and watch the grain, and I can't help it." ”
Brother Fu said: "It's all here, what else to see." The pig farm is the scope of the cottage, which belongs to the right village, rest assured, you can't lose it here. As he spoke, he picked up a sack of grain and left.
Yang Congyi turned his head to look, and sure enough, he didn't see anyone left in the left village and the right village to guard the grain. Looking at their unguarded grain pile, an idea suddenly popped up in my heart, and after thinking about it for a while, I almost laughed out loud with excitement. He forcibly held back his laughter, carried a sack full of grain and left, and walked away from the pig farm, and finally couldn't help it, hehehe laughed out loud.
"Brother Yang, why are you so happy?" Yang Congyi was excited, walked a few steps faster, and accidentally caught up with Brother Fu.
Yang Congyi said with a smile: "I just remembered that today is the Dragon Boat Festival, there is fresh pork to eat, I haven't eaten fresh pork for a long time, and I drool when I think about it." ”
Brother Fu said: "No, the last time I killed a pig was the Lantern Festival in the first month, and it was four or five months in the blink of an eye." Let's go, it's too late to go back, but there is no meat to eat. ”
Yang Congyi was in a good mood, carrying a hundred and ten catties of grain, and also walked in great strides, leaving Brother Fu behind, so anxious that Brother Fu shouted and waited for him.
I returned to Qianzhai and handed over the grain, and there was still about half an hour before the time for lunch. Yang Congyi simply returned to his residence, and after carefully reviewing his plan a few times, he wrote a note and threw it outside the wall while he was going to wander around the wall.
When the catchers asked about the five bags of chaff and sand, Yang Congyi told them that everything was under control, and let them pretend that they didn't know anything about it, and that they never found out that there was a problem with the food.
Although Zhong Zhukuai didn't know what medicine was sold in Yang Congyi's gourd, he still chose to believe him, who made him the leader, anyway, Yang Congyi was responsible for the problem, and they were too lazy to worry about it.
The lunch of the Dragon Boat Festival is very rich, not only fresh pork, but also fresh zongzi, not only food, but even wine, although there is only a small bowl per person, but it also makes the bandits happy as the New Year. This meal surprised the catchers, they couldn't eat such a good thing in Yamen, and they all wanted to be bandits in the mountains.
Yang Congyi also didn't expect that the bandits could be so rich, this life is better than ordinary people's, ordinary people, can eat a few meals of meat a year, this bandit is good, he kills pigs during the New Year's holidays, and meat can be seen in the meals from time to time. The point is, they still have grain to make wine. It seems that you can really think about it, and you will also go to the mountains to become a bandit in the future.
After eating, everyone went down the mountain to continue carrying grain. After moving the last trip that afternoon, there was still a small half left, and it was directly placed in the pig farm. The next day, everyone continued, and finally brought back the last ten bags in the evening.
When I walked to the door of the warehouse, five or six zhang away, I heard Yang Congyi shouting: "Hurry up, let me go ahead, I can't carry it." "Shouting and running in small steps.
When everyone looked back and saw that he seemed to be tired and unsteady on his feet, they quickly dodged a way and let him go first.
Yang Congyi swayed slowly, and ran to the door of the warehouse with small broken steps under his feet, and as soon as he arrived at the door, the sack on his shoulder fell to the ground with a "bang", and he sat directly on the ground, panting heavily, and he didn't even have the strength to wipe the sweat on his head.
"The brothers are all happy." The bandit in charge of the treasury was not young, and when he saw that Yang Congyi was tired and couldn't stand up, he hurriedly said a good word to comfort him.
Yang Congyi gasped and said, "It's okay, this is the last trip." Add these twelve bags, just one hundred bags, see how much less. ”
The warehouse bandit smiled: "There are eighty-eight quintals in the treasury, plus these twelve quintals, just one hundred quintals, no more, no less." ”
Yang Congyi took a breath and said, "That's good, we can be regarded as moving all the grain back." ”
"Huh" suddenly a surprise came out of the mouth of the warehouse bandits, and after a little fumbling, he asked sharply: "Yang Lao Wu, what's the matter with you?" ”
Yang Congyi asked without replying, "What's wrong?" ”
"Look what's wrong!" The warehouse bandit stretched out a handful of chaff and sand in his hand to Yang Congyi's eyes, full of anger.
Yang Congyi raised his eyes and looked, jumped up from the ground in shock, turned around to look at the sack on the ground, and saw that the sack was broken, and a small pile of chaff and sand was exposed.
He was so angry that his eyebrows trembled, the green tendons on his neck were exposed, and he scolded angrily: "Bastard! "A handful of chaff and sand smashed to the ground.
"Brother Yang, what's wrong?" The catchers didn't know what was going on, and some of them were still carrying sacks, so they asked one after another, they had never seen Yang Congyi so angry.
"See for yourselves." Yang Cong was angry and didn't know what to say.
Seeing that Yang Congyi was so angry, the warehouse bandits couldn't get angry with him again for a while, and stood aside, not knowing what they were thinking.
The catchers dropped the sacks, squeezed forward to take a look, and their faces suddenly changed.
"How so? It's obviously grain, but how did it turn into chaff? ”
"That is, when the granary was delivered, I also checked."
"When I was guarding the granary, I even slept in the granary, and I almost didn't pee in the granary."
"Could it be that someone changed the trick and changed the rice away?"
The catchers talked a lot, saying that they couldn't believe the facts in front of them.
"Let's see if there's anything wrong with the rest of the grain." The warehouse bandits saw that everyone was talking endlessly, and there was no result, so they quickly interrupted, hoping that there would be no problems with the rest, and if only one bag had problems, it would not be a big deal.
As soon as the catchers heard what the warehouse bandits said, their hearts suddenly became nervous, and they didn't dare to open the sacks.
Yang Congyi exhaled a few breaths, calmed down, and ordered, "Open them all and take a look." ”
When the catchers saw Yang Congyi speak, they went to dismantle the sacks that they had returned.
"His grandmother's, Lao Tzu was tired for a long time, and he brought back a bag of soil."
"Bastard, I'm also dirt, no wonder it's so heavy."
"This is what you don't have to do."
"If you dare to harm Lao Tzu and let Lao Tzu find out, you have to pick up his skin."
Four more catchers took chaff and sand, jumped to their feet and scolded, and spat everywhere.
The bandits in the warehouse looked ugly when they saw the appearance of the fast hunters, and Yang Congyi's face was even more ugly. I saw him rush over, and after examining them one by one, he found that four of the remaining eleven sacks were exactly the same as the ones he had brought back, and they were full of chaff and sand, and he could not find even a grain of rice.
"Yang Lao Wu, this batch of grain was brought back by you, one hundred quintals of grain, now there are only ninety-five quintals, five quintals less, what do you say." The warehouse bandits directly ignored the five bags of chaff and sand, and only said that they had moved back ninety-five quintals, and the missing five quintals naturally had to make them responsible.
"You can't say that, a hundred loads of grain, we will move back completely, who knows that there will be a fake inside."
"That's your business, I only take care of the grain, and the whole grain is only ninety-five quintals, and I will only receive ninety-five quintals. I will not take the rest of the sacks of chaff sand. Now you have five loads of rice missing, and you have to hand them over. ”
"It's unreasonable for you to say that, you can collect these five sacks, where will I go up to find five sacks for you."
"Then I don't care, whoever made you careless, you have to make up for the lack of food."