The small pot parted the crowd and stepped forward through the cracks, only to see three people standing in front of the wonton stall, one was the widow of the king, and the other two were obviously foreigners, whose hairstyles and dresses were obviously different from those of the locals. The locals like to wear a headscarf, or a hat, and their hair is generally tied in a bun on the top of their heads, or a turban, or a ribbon to tie their hair, and the poor people in the countryside also use tree branches and chopsticks to insert them horizontally into their hair, but these two people are different, their hair is wrapped around the hair with a rope, and when it is about four fingers, it is scattered behind the head. From the side, it looks like the tail of a steed cocked. Their clothes are no different from those of the local rich people, the texture is high, the color is bright, and the belt around the waist is very luxurious, and it is worth a lot of money at first glance. The eldest of the two was about thirty-five years old, with a well-proportioned and slender body, a face like a crown of jade, and a three-fold beard under his chin, which was particularly eye-catching. At this time, he stood behind, his face pale, and his expression of helplessness and alarm. The other person was about 20 years old, maybe his face was not cleaned during puberty, or he was sick of some kind and had pimples on his face, at this time he was gesturing to the widow Wang, and he was talking about something in his mouth, but no one around understood it, the widow Wang held her hands in front of her chest, and looked at him with a sneer, so anxious that the young man was blushing and his neck was thick, and those pimples were even more bright red as blood.

There were a few neighbors nearby, with angry faces, and some of them were carrying stools in their hands and carrying flat burdens, and they were so aggressive that it seemed that as long as they disagreed, a conflict would immediately break out.

The little pot listened to it on the side for a long time before he roughly figured out the end of the matter. It turned out that early this morning, the widow Wang was selling wontons, as usual and the diners were joking about meat and vegetables, at this time came these two people, they first circled around the wonton stall twice, discussed it, and then sat down, and gestured to the proprietress for a long time, which means that each person ordered a wonton, and the widow didn't care too much at that time, because in the south, the phenomenon of ten miles of different sounds is very common, often different towns in a county, the accents are slightly different, if there are several counties, the difference is even greater, Widow Wang has an aunt who married to a county in Taizhou, where the people speak, Widow Wang can't understand a word, if the duck listens to thunder in general, those who know understand that this is also a Zhejiang person, speaking the Zhejiang dialect, and those who don't know think they have met foreigners. Therefore, these two people can clearly speak, but they use gestures to make comparisons, and in the eyes of the widow Wang, there is nothing curious.

After the wontons came up, the two of them looked around while eating, and the widow Wang found that they were always looking at her, and from time to time they lowered their heads to answer a few words, and there were bursts of suppressed laughter, which was very abnormal, and the widow Wang had been widowed for many years, and she had heard too many men's ill-intentioned laughter, so she paid more attention to these two people. Sure enough, these two people are not like good people, they are eating while staring at the figure of the big girl and the little daughter-in-law passing by, if there is no woman's passing, they will stare at the widow king, at first they dodge and dodge, and then slowly become a little unscrupulous, when the widow turns their back to them, they just stare at her ass without blinking, when the widow turns around, they stare at her breasts, and at the same time they seem to be commenting on something, and then they laugh obscenely. In line with the idea of making money in harmony, the widow Wang did not bother with them, nor did she provoke them, after all, these two people did not do anything, just to see, and did not violate the king's law.

As a result, when it came time to settle the bill, the two men held the copper plate in their hands, and did not put the money in the hands of the widow king or put it directly on the table and left, like the others, but grabbed the widow's hand, laughed, and stammered to the widow, "Hey, money, girl!" Girl? ”

Acquaintances in the town sometimes make such jokes, and the widow Wang usually twitches her hand lightly, and then scolds with a smile: "I want to take advantage of the old lady, blind your dog eyes, go back and touch your mother, her hands are whiter and tenderer than mine." Then everyone laughed, and it was over. But this time she was touched by such a stranger, and said some inexplicable words, Widow Wang didn't do it, she suddenly pulled out her hand, and said coldly: "Guest officer, please let go of yourself." ”

But the pimpled young man did not give up, stood up, took out the money bag containing silver taels, shook it in front of the widow, and then stammered, "Money, girl, ......." After speaking, he pointed to the widow's breast, put his hand on his cheek, made a girl's shy appearance, and finally twisted his buttocks.

Widow Wang exploded her lungs all of a sudden, it is common for the villagers to joke, and it is not for nothing to flirt, but there is basically a degree, because she opened this shop, so she generally swallows her anger, laughs and scolds, and resolves the matter, and most of the villagers will not go too far, after all, it is too much, and it is not good for everyone. I didn't expect the two foreigners to be so presumptuous this time, and they actually wanted to use money to humiliate her in broad daylight, as if they really regarded her as a prostitute who sold spring in Qinglou.

The widow Wang was so angry that she trembled, and her fierce temper came up, so she showed her heroic nature, pointing at these two people and scolding them with their mouths open, from the eight generations of their ancestors to the prehistoric society, from pigs, dogs, cows and sheep to jackals, tigers and leopards, and scolded those two people dumbfounded and surprised.

When the older man saw this, he probably thought that the situation was not good, so he kept silent, but the young man, as if he had not given up, tried desperately to explain something to the widow Wang, but unfortunately no one present understood what he said. Seeing that there were more and more people around, many of them were unkind, vicious and disgusting, both of them were a little panicked, so they hurriedly dropped some money and fled in embarrassment.

Walking quickly more than a dozen steps away, far away from everyone, the two looked back again, as if they were a little scared, and there was a lot of resentment. The little pot followed behind them with a smile on his face, in the countryside, in this case it is a children's favorite show, whenever they meet someone who eats polyph, the children like to chase and slap in the back, and the clever ones will make up some slips to ridicule, and the ridiculed person can only blush-faced and flee quickly. "Eight squares." Seeing that a child was following, the young man suddenly turned his head and said something to the small pot, but the old man slapped him on the back of the neck, the young man shrank his head, and the two quickly bowed their heads and left. The townspeople laughed and slowly dispersed.

"A stinky boy who hasn't grown all his hair, fighting with his mother, I really don't know what to do." The widow looked proudly at the two of them fleeing, grinned, and then threw the copper coin in her hand into the cash box with a loud bang.

The little pot stood stunned on the spot, his brain was empty all of a sudden, he felt as if there was a thunder echoing in his ears, which made him dizzy, as if his limbs were gone, only the rumbling sound in his ears, and the sound was only two words "eight grids, eight grids, eight grids ......".

The first time he heard it was in a tree, two words shouted by the murderer when his mother and sister were murdered, and he never knew what it meant. Listening to the tone seemed to be a reprimand, a scolding, but he had never heard such scolding words, he thought about a lot of possibilities, could it be a pickpocket? Because the locals say that "home" is all the sound of gag, and they pronounce the street as "the" and the shoes as children, maybe they are talking about picking up the home, although in the end the actual situation is that they did not pick up the house, but just set it on fire. Or the eight, my family is the eighth to be destroyed by them, or is it ...... After thinking about it too much, there was no answer, and he gradually forgot about it, however, just now, he heard the word clearly, the tone was almost the same as last time, and the pronunciation was exactly the same, there was absolutely no robbery or murder here, but the word still appeared, this word was said by the young man under his anger, it must have been to vent some kind of dissatisfaction, then this is not the Eight Families or the Pickpockets, but their habitual expression.

What do they have to do with the people who killed our whole village?

Xiao Guozi stood stunned on the spot, his hands clenched into his fists, and he felt that his nails had sunk into his palms, which hurt a little, but his heart hurt even more. He seemed to see a glimmer of light, but it shimmered, hazy, as if there was a thread, but he didn't know how to grasp it.

"I said Wang, now that I think about it, you may have wronged those two guys, I don't think these two people actually want to tease you." The master who made the baked cakes on the side of the wonton shop said to the widow Wang with a smile.

"And they said no, but look at their colors, and what they said. I could tell at a glance that they weren't good people. The widow spat into the distance.

"I think they actually want to find a brothel here, and ask you where to buy spring with money, but they can't tell me clearly, and you think they are molesting you." The baker said.

"Hey, it seems to make sense, they are looking for the girl with the money bag, it seems that they really inquired about the location of the Qinglou, it seems that I really misunderstood them, but now they are scolded and scolded, and they are also running away in embarrassment, and I have to explain to them. If you want to say that these two guys really don't look like good people, I hate them when I look at them, scold them two sentences today, maybe I can get on the right path in the future. Ha ha. The widow replied with a smile, not taking it seriously at all.

Xiao Guozi's mind was overturned, heaven and man were intertwined, and suddenly he woke up suddenly, just now these two people may be hiding the secret of his whole village being killed, this may be his only clue now, he must seize it, if he loses it, then there may be no chance in the future.

After Xiao Guozi thought of this, he immediately didn't care about anything, didn't care about anything, and only had these two strangers in his mind, and only two words: revenge. So he chased after the two strangers where they had left.

Xiao Guozi didn't, and he wouldn't stop to think, he chased down so rashly, and he had already put himself in danger, which might have killed him.