Chapter 2 Out of the Plug (Part I)

The arm-thick red candle danced with flames, burning the sky and the earth red.

In the rolling red dust, Meng Xiaoyu came with a smile and raised his hand to untie the hair tie. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, collarbones, and towering breasts. The candlelight gilded her entire skin, so beautiful that she dared not stare at it. Zhang Songling stretched out his hand anxiously, "Xiaoyu, don't ......"

His hand pushed into the air, turned over and sat up, and the candlelight, Hongchen, and Meng Xiaoyu all disappeared. There was only an earthen wall blackened by oil lamps in front of him. The summer sun shines through the thick layer of window paper on the walls, illuminating every stain very clearly.

Dreaming again! Zhang Songling shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly at his shadow. In the more than half a month since he left Longquan Village, it has been more than the first time he has dreamed of the same scene. Xiaoyu smiled through the candlelight and raised her hand to untie the red head rope......

Every dream also ends abruptly here. Like a mutilated film film, it cannot be replenished whether he wakes up immediately or continues to sleep.

In reality, Zhang Songling's memory is also fragmented. The small black wine jar, the red candles, the humble cave, and Meng Xiaoyu's wheat-colored skin and resolute smile constituted all the pictures he could remember that night. The next picture is the next morning, sitting on the straw mat where Meng Xiaoyu is sick. The other party mixed a basin of water and gently wiped his hands and face for him......

As for what he did or didn't do after he was drunk, Zhang Songling couldn't remember it at all. It was as if the memory had been cut out of his mind by a clever surgeon, leaving no trace or wound.

And Meng Xiaoyu became more and more capable after experiencing that night. Not only did he tidy up his salute, but even what clothes and shoes he should wear when he went down the mountain, which road to take to the north, and which pass to exit from, all made a clear plan.

If she added, 'I'll be responsible for you,' it would have been perfect. Although doing so seems a bit of a gender reversal!

"Hehehe..."Recalling the scenes before parting, Zhang Songling smiled bitterly again. He is finally no longer a little virgin, although so far, he is still ignorant of the question that Liao Wenhua asked back then.

"Boss Zhang, Boss Zhang, do you need to prepare dry food for you today?" The voice of the shopkeeper came from the window, pulling his thoughts back from his memory to reality. Asking the store to prepare dry food means that he has to settle the bill and leave today. But what he lacked right now was more than just a few pieces of dry food to feed him on the road.

Whether it is Zhang Songling or Meng Xiaoyu, they all think about the matter of getting out of the plug too simply. Essentially, both of them were half-grown children, and they didn't have any experience of going out on their own. So a lot of things that don't need to be carried with you, bits and pieces put a whole bunch in the package. And some indispensable items for the journey are basically not prepared.

At present, Zhang Songling urgently needs a sum of money to buy daily necessities during the journey and cope with the large and small checkpoints along the way; He desperately needed a mount, whether a horse or a mule, that could keep up with any caravan. He also desperately needed two loads of groceries to hide the long and short guns wrapped in his clothes. He also desperately needs ......

None of these needs are the most urgent. His most urgent need at the moment should be a thick piece of paper sixteen centimeters wide and thirteen centimeters high, with his name, place of origin, gender, age, etc., written on it, and a scarlet thumb print. It was called the Certificate of Good Citizenship, and this spring, it was issued by the Japanese devils and local maintenance associations to everyone in the occupied areas. And he and Meng Xiaoyu have been hiding in the mountains recently, and they don't know that there is such a ghost thing in the world outside the mountains.

"Boss Zhang, is Boss Zhang still asleep? Boss Zhang, Boss Zhang's ......." I didn't hear Zhang Songling's reply, and the shopkeeper's voice was obviously a little impatient. "Boss Zhang, if it's past noon, we'll have to count another day's money. Small shop with small profits......."

"Here you go!" Zhang Songling irritably pushed open the window and threw a silver horn into the arms of the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper, who was still full of annoyance before, immediately smiled, grabbed the silver horn and shone it in the sun, and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Oops! What are you doing here? What are you doing here? I'm just reminding you to leave early, don't spend too much money! This dime ......"

Zhang Songling was born in a family of businessmen, and he is not surprised by this kind of philistine. He frowned and commanded in a low voice, "Half of the store money is counted, and the other half is for you to help me buy a newspaper that came out recently!" ”

"Okay!" The shopkeeper bowed halfway and replied in a long voice. The daily rent of this kind of chicken feather shop where he works is five copper dollars per room. Due to the fluctuation of prices caused by the war, one silver slot can now be exchanged for sixteen copper dollars on the market. After deducting the rent for the day and the money to buy old newspapers for customers, at least four or five copper dollars can go into your pocket.

"Wait!" As if he had seen something from the attitude of the shopkeeper, Zhang Songling suddenly changed his mind, "Keep this dime on the cabinet and count it as rent." I'll go out and buy newspapers myself in a while. ”

"This, this ......" The big bargain that was almost in hand disappeared, and the excitement of the shopkeeper instantly fell from the sky to the bottom. Boss Zhang doesn't need to eat breakfast, I can go out and help you buy donkey meat for fire. Our best donkey meat roast shop in Zhangjiakou is not far from the ....... in front."

"I'll buy it myself! Drop by for a walk! Zhang Songling smiled, took out another silver horn and threw it to the other party, "I will come back for lunch, you help me watch and prepare." No alcohol is needed, but the dishes should be fresh. ”

"Okay!" The shopkeeper immediately regained his spirit and happily agreed.

"Then you can help me find out something!" Zhang Songling looked at the shopkeeper with a smile and added in a low voice.

In this kind of chicken feather shop, one silver horn is enough to feed four coolies. So no matter what task Zhang Songling arranges now, the shopkeeper will not refuse. "You always say, our Lao Qiu has no other ability, but he is well-informed.....

"Then you can help me ask if there is a caravan from Shandong recently!" Zhang Songling interrupted the other party's boasting with a smile, "Especially from Jinan, Qingdao, and Lucheng." If you can't inquire, you can come from Texas or Liucheng! ”

"Medium, wrap it up on me!" The shopkeeper patted his chest and assured Zhang Songling. The small chicken feather shop he worked for mainly served the merchants who went to Cyprus to sell goods. Several peers are connected to each other, and it will not be too much of a problem to listen to the movements of traders in a specific area, that is, to implement the whereabouts of a specific caravan. The only thing that is required is that the employer is willing to pay enough money to buy the news.

It's just that Boss Zhang inquired about the news of the caravan from Shandong, what did he do? Suddenly, a question came to mind, and the shopkeeper was suddenly alert. With many years of experience in receiving guests, he could conclude that the young boss in front of him would not be a foot trader. Although every move of this person is trying his best to pretend to be a businessman.

If it's not a foot merchant, but you're eyeing a caravan from Shandong? Could it be ...... Chasing Zhang Songling's back, the shopkeeper secretly observed his hands and legs. The skin on the palms of the hands is rough, the tendons on the calves are strong, and the straight back is matched.......

'Oh my mother! A cold sweat rolled down the shopkeeper's forehead. 'I was so impatient that I wanted to get oil and water out of him......