It only took a cup of tea, and Shikki, who had lost his appearance and fell off his horse in fright, had already explained his purpose to the steward of the contact point.

Waving his hand to let the astringen, who was blue and weak to speak, take a sip of hot water to warm up in the room without a fire, but the steward of the contact point did not rush to follow Zuo Nosuke Katsumasa's instructions and leave the pot as a contact point overnight with important goods and the imprisoned Ah Pongye, but instead took a string of copper keys from his waist and threw them into the hands of the second steward who followed him closely.

And no matter how many rules and systems are in the chrysanthemum agency, even in the chrysanthemum society, all kinds of code words and secret notes are endless.

It's like Zuo Zhisuke Shengzheng's order to send people to rush three fires and four fires, which is naturally clear on the surface, but in private the meaning is diametrically opposite-according to the troops, defend according to the defense, no matter what, you must also take Ah Pong Ye in your own hands, so as to hold Han Liangpin hostage!

But if you don't understand the rules and code words of the first herald in the Chrysanthemum Society, even if you intercept the messenger of the Chrysanthemum Society in the middle of the road and force the messenger to spit out the truth, in the end you can only be a smart person who is mistaken by cleverness, which can really be regarded as a thoughtful and step-by-step defense!

But although it was immediately deployed according to Zuo Zhisuke Katsumasa's order, the person in charge of the pot still felt that Zuo Zhisuke Katsumasa was making a bit of a fuss?

Since he set up a pot as a contact point on this hill eighty miles away from Sijiu City, he has put a lot of effort into choosing a site.

Although the mountain bag is not high, it can win in the surrounding flat river. When the weather is clear, you can see the people coming and going on the road five miles away, and you can see the other directions clearly, and you are not afraid of someone taking advantage of the terrain to cover up the sneak attack.

I don't know which way the well-being of the gods is entrusted, there is actually a spring water oozing out of the stone crevice on this mountain bag, and I feel clear and sweet when I taste it, and it is the best choice to make tea and wine. There is also an advantage of this spring - next to the spring is a stone pond that can hold water, as long as the spring water is full. Naturally, it will no longer overflow outward, and it can really be regarded as a treasure made in heaven.

The walls around the pot are all made of nearby logging and rammed earth, and the head of the wall and the wall body are reserved for guns. Standing outside, I saw that the wooden wall was thin, but in fact the wall was more than two feet thick, and the gun could not wear it.

Outside the wall, two feet away, a circle of trenches was dug deep and shallow, and it was covered with dry branches and dry grass on weekdays. Look, it's a whole piece of hard ground. But if you step on it, you will fall to the bottom. Let the dense sharp wooden stakes under the trench wait again, I am afraid that if the gods fall in, they will have to shed their skin first?

There are also dozens of long and short hard fires hidden in the pot all year round, and the guys in the pot can be regarded as characters who know some of the numbers. Two years ago, I ran into dozens of bandits who were really red at the sight of the prosperous pot business, and wanted to smash the kiln in the middle of the night to reap the benefits, but before they could rush through the trench, they first damaged the unlucky people of No. 5 or 6. As soon as the hard fire sounded on the wall of the burning pot, those fierce bandits suddenly dispersed. Go out at dawn and take a look. There are also seven or eight dead ghosts with narrow lives thrown on the ground!

With the original team in the pot, dozens of people can raise their hands to pick them up, not to mention that there are more than 20 new helpers in the pot?

With the two opponents mentioned by Shibuki, even if they are capable characters, I am afraid that it will be difficult to crash into the pot and intercept the imprisoned Ah Pongye, right?

Looking at the drunken tricks in the pot, and the companions who had rushed from other contact points to escape the wind and snow, they grabbed the long and short hard fire they had received from the second steward and stood in front of him to wait for the distribution, the steward of the cauldron nodded with satisfaction, but whispered to the second steward who handed him a southern-style pistol: "Put that old guy in the room in the center of the cauldron." Find two more people to guard him every inch of the way! ”

agreed, and the second steward of the pot just turned around to leave, but turned around and asked, "Do you want to give the old guy some more?"

With a light snort, the pot manager replied lightly: "Do you still need me to say this?"

Nodding understandingly, the second steward of the pot led two pot changers armed with southern-style pistols and walked straight to the door of a simple adobe house in the pot, took out an iron key from his waist, opened a large black iron lock hanging on the door, and slammed open the thick wooden door.

There was no light in the house, and the black rumbling couldn't see the inside. It is estimated that the kang is not hot. Although the door was wide open, there was not even a trace of heat coming out of the room, but there was a strange smell that only people who have been sick for a long time.

Turning his head and signaling the two pot burners who followed him to light up the flashlights, the second pot cooker took a deep breath of cold air, and only then did he raise his legs and walk into the room by the light of the flashlight, and shouted astringently to the old man on the kang who was wrapped in a quilt and shrunk into a ball: "Hurry up and get up, change places for you!"

It seems to have been so devastated by the cold that it was almost lifeless. The old man curled up on the kang wrapped in a quilt waited for a long time before he responded in a hoarse voice: "It's freezing so late, where are you going to get me?!"

Exhaled heavily in disgust, and the second steward of the pot shouted coldly: "Change a warm room for you!"

He chuckled deeply. The old man curled up on the kang shook his head slowly: "Don't say that it is to change me to a warm room, even if it is to give me a Jinluan Palace, I will not write you such a note again!" My life should have been thrown away a long time ago, so why should I harm my loved ones again? Sensei thought about it, you thought about it."

Shining the light of the flashlight on the old man's body straight, a pot burner approached the side of the second pot cook, and whispered in Japanese: "Your Excellency, there is no need to waste time with such a waste, we can just tie him up, right?"

Shaking his head slightly, the second steward of the pot also responded in Japanese: "In the past, when coercive means were used against this guy, this guy would threaten us with suicide or self-harm!" Like last time, didn't he press both of his hands on the kang and burn him badly? Now this guy is still useful to us, not yet. Do you have those things?"

Pulling out a small tin foil bag from his waist, the pot burner stared at the old man curled up on the kang and whispered in Japanese, "Do you still deal with him like that?"

Taking a few steps back, the second steward of the pot nodded vigorously: "Move faster, there are still many things waiting for us to complete outside!"

He glanced at another pot man, and the pot man with a small tin foil bag in his hand took out a foreign oil lighter from his waist, and then carefully opened the small tin foil bag and folded it into a long strip, and then carefully held the white face resting on the long strip of tin foil and walked towards the old man curled up on the kang.

Without even taking off his shoes, another pot burner jumped onto the kang and hugged the old man, who was already so thin that he had lost his human form, in his arms. And the pot burner holding the tin foil also skillfully lit the foreign oil lighter, burned it under the tin foil, and sent the tin foil that suddenly came out of the green smoke to the old man's nose.

Swinging his head weakly, the restrained old man held his breath and struggled in vain, dodging the green smoke that was digging into his nostrils like a plague. But after struggling for a while, the old man, who couldn't hold his breath, finally inhaled the first wisp of green smoke with a strange taste.

It was only a moment's work, and the old man, who was still struggling, was already paralyzed, and his breathing became heavy. As more smoke was inhaled into the nose of the old man, the old man's eyes gradually lost their brilliance, and his hands and feet stretched out as if unconsciously.

As soon as his hands were loosened, the pot man who restrained the old man's body let the old man fall down on the futon that was randomly circled on the kang, and wrapped the old man who had lost consciousness with the dirty bedding on the bed, and carried the old man on his shoulders as if he was carrying a circle of salutes, followed behind the second steward of the pot, and walked straight towards the strongest room in the center of the pot.

Fiddling with the southern-style pistol in his hand, the second steward of the pot looked at the old man who was carried away with some disgust, and muttered to himself: "I really hope that Jushe will complete that thing in Beiping City as soon as possible!" Otherwise, we'll have to wait a little longer for this old guy! ”

He also pulled out the southern-style pistol that he had just received from behind his waist, and the pot burner who forcibly inhaled a lot of white face from the old man nodded approvingly: "It's indeed like what you said!" It is such a useless old man, and he actually wastes precious goods to subdue him, which is simply a huge waste! But sir, there is something strange about this useless old man?"

"What did you find?"

"The average Chinese people, as long as they have sucked our goods once or twice, will never be able to do without the goods again, and are even willing to exchange anything for the goods we provide! But this useless old man, can he endure the temptation of quercus to him? At the beginning, we even thought that there was a quality problem with the goods.

At this time, don't think about these marginal questions! What about our cargo? Where to put it?"

"In the cellar, special personnel have been arranged to protect 9 have. Your Excellency, is it necessary for us to deal with two people with such fanfare?"

"Don't you know how important our point of contact is? Stop talking nonsense."

chattering all the way, the second steward of the pot led the mouthy pot guy straight to the place where all the people were concentrated. Perhaps because it was dark, even the pot burner who carried the old man on his shoulder did not notice that the old man who was wrapped in the futon had put a finger wrapped in gauze in his mouth and bit it down heavily

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