"Fuck the foreign devil!" From next door came a loud scolding in a low voice, and after a few moments, the courtyard door slammed shut. Guan Zhuofan was silent, thinking to himself, who made the door of your house the most magnificent? I don't know how many things were robbed this time.

When he turned around, he saw that Bai Shi was taking Xiaofu and was scrubbing the blood stains in the house with water, and Tubo had already dragged the corpse of the Indian soldier to the side and began to dig a pit under the courtyard wall, next to which were the Indian soldier's rifles, bullet bags, gunpowder bags and two packages were piled up. Guan Zhuofan's research direction before crossing was shijie history, and he knew very well that this kind of breech gun was on the verge of being eliminated in Europe and would not be of much help to his future, so he only picked up two packages and returned to the west wing, wiped the blood on the knife carefully, changed into a clean robe, and sat on the side of the kang and thought.

As a seven-rank military attaché, today is the first time he has killed someone. The battle of Bali Bridge really changed him a lot, when he faced that Indian soldier, he did not have any timidity and hesitation, and killing this Indian Ah San did not make him feel the slightest guilt and uneasiness.

Deserve! He thought to himself. The Indians' own country was occupied by the British, and they actually helped their masters bully them to the head of the Celestial Empire, which shows that they are innocent of death. As for the contents of the package, it is naturally honest and unceremoniously smiling.

He opened the small package first, and saw that there were two rough tea bricks, a box of snuff, a few pieces of jerky made of beef or horse meat, a knife, some scattered silver taels, and the most eye-catching were a dozen yellow gold coins.

Gold Pounds! Guan Zhuofan grabbed one and looked at it by the light of the oil lamp, and sure enough, he saw that the back of the gold coin was embossed with the head of Queen Victoria. He calculated that these dozen gold pounds were enough for a medium family to live for a year in nineteenth-century England. It seems that this Ah San has really amassed a small fortune, but it's a pity that I'm cheaper for nothing, and Lao Tzu doesn't even need to say a word of thanks.

He pushed the gold coin aside, and first swept the pile of broken silver into the purse around his waist, which looked like seven or eight taels. I took the larger package again, and as soon as I opened it, I felt a burst of silver light dazzling, and I couldn't help but be stunned when I looked closely. Under the package, there are more than 20 snow-white silver barley, on which are two ingots of gold, and some fine soft jewelry, just looking at the emerald ring, you know that it is worth a lot. This piece of stuff is worth two or three thousand silver!

But where did this Indian Ahsan get all this money? He pondered for a while, and suddenly figured out that this was snatched from next door just now.

The one next door who was robbed was the one he knocked on the wrong door on the first day he came to Shoubi Hutong. He heard from Tubo that the owner next door was surnamed Zhou, a Langzhong from the household department, with a wealthy family and a lot of money.

But there is money to be rich, I didn't expect to have money to this point. Guan Zhuofan thought to himself, the house and land do not count, and it does not count whether there are treasures buried deep in the ground, just the floating wealth that was plundered by the Indian soldiers and distributed to this dead ghost Ah San bag, there are so many, it is really a bit scary. Hubu Langzhong, a five-grade official, does not rely on bribery, where did he get so much money? The corruption of Qing Dynasty officials was only seen in books, but this time it can be regarded as a living example.

sighed for a while, but still rewrapped the package, tied a knot, and prepared to wait until dawn tomorrow to return the package to the Zhou family. The money of the Indian soldiers, he took it with peace of mind, and this package, no matter how to say, is also the property of his neighbors, if he wants to hide this "ill-gotten gain" and rely on this money to support his family, he will not be able to pass his own level.

After thinking about it, he put all the things on the kang into the cabinet first. When I closed the cabinet door, I heard another commotion outside. This time it was different from just now, the people in the alley were noisy, and the sound of knocking on the door kept sounding, and after a while, the sound gradually moved in the direction of their home, and the courtyard door outside was rudely slammed.

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At this time, of course, the only ones who dared to rampage in the city were foreign soldiers. The south of the city is the defense area of the British army, and the family knocks on the door, and without asking, it is clear that they are searching for the missing Indian soldier.

Bai's house, the blood stains have not been washed, Tuber's pit has not been dug yet, and the body of Indian Ah San is still placed under the wall of the inner courtyard, as long as the British come in and take a look, then there is no need to talk about it anymore, his journey through and his life will end here.

Guan Zhuofan must not allow such a thing to happen. He put on a little hat, walked out of the room, beckoned Tuber to carry the lantern and follow him to the outer courtyard, and looked down at his dress, which looked like a young master. Taking a deep breath to calm himself as calmly as possible, Schematic opened the courtyard door.

As soon as the door opened, four British soldiers with guns burst in, followed by an officer, followed by four more soldiers, and outside the door there were still soldiers with torches watching inward. As soon as the officer entered the door, he didn't look at Guan Zhuofan and Tubo, without saying a word, he raised his hand and was about to give an order, when he was suddenly slightly stunned, and his eyes fell on the white cross on the wall. He turned his eyes and looked suspiciously at Guan Zhuofan, who was standing in the middle.

Guan Zhuofan knew that as long as the officer's hand waved, the soldier would immediately rush into the inner courtyard. Now, he can only bet Zuihou's hopes on what he said.

"Your Excellency, it's a pleasure to have you here." He said respectfully and affectionately.

He spoke English, a London accent that he had worked and thought was standard. The skills that were once used to fool foreign tourists in the museum's small shop are now used to fool foreign soldiers more than a hundred years ago.

The officer's face showed a look of surprise, put down his hand, and said: "You can speak English, and your family is a parishioner?" ”

"Of course." Guan Zhuofan made a cross, "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen." ”

To his great surprise, his old butler, Tuber, was also trembling and repeating the gesture of crossing. The forehead, chest, left shoulder, right shoulder, it is so standard that you can imagine how many times the old man has secretly practiced this "mantra".

"Amen." The British officer also made a cross, and finally a smile appeared on his face. Still have questions? When he saw the crumpled old man next to him also painting a cross reverently, he was sure that the light of God had already shone into the Chinese family.

"We're just looking for a soldier who has left the team." The officer waved his hand back, and the soldiers, who had also crossed under the cross, withdrew from the courtyard, "I'm sorry to disturb your rest." ”

"Oh, may he be blessed by the Lord." Guan Zhuofan bowed humbly, and said in his heart: Of course he has been blessed by the Lord, isn't he enjoying happiness in heaven at this moment?

The officer nodded, turned and walked out.

Guan Zhuofan knew that when he left, he would inevitably have to search the entire alley door to door, not to mention the chickens and dogs, in case he ran into a beautiful female dependent again, it was unknown if he caused a tragedy. With an idea in mind, he walked to the door and boldly stopped the officer: "Your Excellency, Captain! ”

"Huh?"

"The soldier you're talking about, doesn't he have a lot of beard—" Guan Zhuofan gestured with his hand over his face, "and wrapped his head in a white cloth?" ”

"Yes!" The British officer walked back, "Have you seen him before?" ”

"Yes, I saw him come out of my neighbor's house and run out of the alley in a hurry." Guan Zhuofan pointed to the mouth of the alley.

“FUCK_Him！” The officer scolded.

Guan Zhuofan still had a humble expression, but said in his heart: Yes, yes, him, him.

"Xiexie, you, save us a lot of trouble." The officer waved his hand, "Queue!" Let's go. With his soldiers, he walked towards the mouth of the alley.

However, just as Guan Zhuofan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to close the door, the officer suddenly stopped and turned around and walked back.

"Right and wrong are just because you open your mouth!" Guan Zhuofan didn't know what flaws the officer had discovered, and he complained bitterly in his heart. But the matter has come to this, and he can only wait for him to make trouble.

The British officer walked up to him and looked at him again with a blank expression, a sly smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Your English is good, although the way you speak is a bit strange." He stared at Guan Zhuofan tightly, "You said you are a sect member?" ”

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