At this time, it is only a little more than one o'clock in the afternoon, and it is the weekend of these two days, so there are many local Tibetans or other ethnic compatriots who go out to play with friends, lovers, and parents on this commercial pedestrian street.

Although in March this year, a vicious crime of smashing and smashing occurred in Lhasa, which shocked the people of the whole country, because the state dealt an extremely swift and forceful blow to the mastermind behind the incident, the fundamental interests of the people of all ethnic groups in Tibet were protected, and the national cohesion was even stronger.

As a result, in this border town, there are many ethnic groups gathered here, or travel, or work, or live.

In this era of national QQ where Alipay has not yet been fully popularized and WeChat has not yet appeared, everyone on the street is a wallet with banknotes, various bank cards, and ID cards in addition to the keys and mobile phones that must be brought to the street. On the commercial pedestrian street, in addition to the various shops with a dazzling array of goods, there is another very distinctive mobile term - pickpocket, also known as thief!

As a profession that also requires professional skills, but has a very low entry threshold, it has been called "ghosts and fears" since ancient times, which is enough to prove that it is extremely harmful to the stolen.

When he was in Nanzhen, Zhang Miao also caught a few pickpockets who were not long-eyed, so he was also deeply touched by this. But what Zhang Miao didn't expect was that on this pedestrian street, he actually became the target of pickpockets again! At that time, Zhang Miao was thinking about how to implement his plan because he lowered his head, and suddenly felt a little thirsty, so he stopped and raised his head to see if there were any teahouses and beverage shops around, and went in to drink something. But as soon as Zhang Miao stopped, he suddenly felt that someone hit his back, accompanied by a rather classic two-character national scolding, and then a sharp and cold stinging sensation came from his back.

"I'll ......"

Zhang Miao realized that his uncle seemed to have a thief who wanted to use a knife to pull his crossbody bag and steal something! Immediately turned around quite ferociously and pushed his elbow over, Zhang Miao could feel it only by touch, and after his elbow touched a soft and hard part, he immediately heard a muffled jet sound similar to sneezing with his nose and mouth, and a crisp sound of iron hitting the ground.

Zhang Miao was very sure that his elbow definitely hit the pickpocket behind him in the face. In order to prevent the pickpocket from escaping, Zhang Miao quickly turned around and saw the pickpocket covering his face and trying to pick up a dagger that fell to the ground.

When a person is outside, the most basic thing is to protect his personal safety. At this point, Zhang Miao thought that the gamma fighting technique he learned with Chu Yange in Nanzhen should allow him to deal with ordinary gangsters. And now, Zhang Miao ignored the strange looks of the people around him, choked him from behind the pickpocket with his arm, and walked towards a small alley like this.

However, the people walking on this section of the road are all Tibetans, and the strange eyes in their eyes originally showed a strange look after seeing the pickpocket that showed their faces because Zhang Miao held his neck, and they all showed a strange expression in a tacit understanding, and then they all just smiled, and continued to shop when nothing happened.

And after Zhang Miao pulled the pickpocket into the alley, he directly grabbed the collar behind him and dragged the pickpocket to the ground. At this time, Zhang Miao can be regarded as seeing the face of this pickpocket clearly, it doesn't matter if she looks at it, but Zhang Miao is more and more familiar with it, and she only feels that she seems to have seen it somewhere.

There is no plateau red characteristic of Tibetans on his face, but he is pockmarked on his face, full of yellow hair, and he is wearing Tibetan costumes...... Isn't this the kid he beat up yesterday and then asked the kid in the black shop where you can stay without an ID card?

Zhang Miao's face couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, and he beat this pickpocket twice in two days in a row, it seems that Zhang Miao is not very authentic.

However, if someone can gain something, then someone will definitely lose something. The world is sometimes unfair, but it is still relatively balanced.

According to the memories of local Tibetans, this young man of Han nationality in his twenties who lived in a Tibetan town and wore Tibetan costumes appeared in the town five years ago, and every time he was seen between June and October. At other times, it was as if he had disappeared, and in June of the following year, he was seen again in the town.

But as soon as this kid appears, the theft rate in that part of the commercial pedestrian street is even worse than the bull market in the stock market. Originally, some reasonable people thought that the increase in the theft rate could not be blamed on one person, but in the third year, someone saw the police escorting this kid in a commercial pedestrian street to point out the gang. Later, the people in the town knew that this Han boy was an orphan with no father and no mother, who wandered outside for a long time, and finally came here to settle down, and then because he didn't know how to do a skill, he could only do something stealing. And when this kid disappeared every year, he actually ran to the police station to turn himself in, and then squatted in the number for the winter!

In the end, the Tibetans who were familiar with him gave this Han boy a name more casually, and with his pockmarked face, they kept calling him, "Mazi Gesang".

Gesang felt that he had been really unlucky in the past two days.

Yesterday, I saw a little kid who looked fourteen or fifteen years old, holding an old thick file bag in his hand, and Gesang even faintly saw a tempting crimson from the opening of the seal. Gesang suddenly felt as if his heart was constantly being teased by the dog's tail grass, and it was itching.

As a result, when passing through an alley, Gesang forced the little kid in with the knife in his hand, and then ...... There is no then, Gesang never thought that a little kid could fight so much! It's just a smash to the crotch and a heavy elbow, and he fell to the ground, and Gesang's knife against the back of the little kid didn't even leave a slight scratch on the other party! In the end, after being beaten violently, Gesang only remembered what the little kid asked, and he told him the address of the old Tashi who often cheated him out of money, and he fainted after speaking.

When Gesang woke up again, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening, hungry, he secretly took two cold beef patties from the steamer that Aunt Zhuoma put outside the store, and gnawed on his stomach.

Back in the nest he had picked up, Gesang decided that he must show off his skills tomorrow, at least two hot beef patties......

No! Master wants to eat five!

With such a rough but simple little goal, Gesang also felt that his stomach seemed to become a little warm, and in this way, Gesang fell asleep with a smile on his face with a small goal and a small warmth that belonged only to him.

In Tibet around August, due to its special terrain of high altitude, the sunrise and sunset time is also later than that of other places. When Gesang woke up again, it was about seven thirty o'clock, and the sun had just risen, and the surroundings were still dim, except that the sky was as bright as the white of a fish's belly.

Although it was not clear at this time, there were already those office workers sitting in the breakfast shop on the side of the road to fill their stomachs, and Gesang, who originally wanted to continue to sleep with his eyes closed, was also hooked out of his stomach by the bursts of fragrance from the breakfast shop, and he fell asleep when he wanted to.

Since he couldn't sleep anymore, Gesang could only get up, pull off the quilt covering his body, put on his clothes, and came to the street sleepily, ready to start the day's homework.

Fortunately, I was lucky today, but before ten o'clock, Gesang was already sitting in a well-known local Tibetan restaurant. In less than half an hour, he was already on the table with a rich tea-fragrant, milky butter tea and a sweet smell of bracken nettle rice, and later an appetizing hand-grabbed lamb was served on the table.

Gesang was excited for a while, but he didn't expect to be able to complete the small goal he set ahead of schedule today, from a beef patty that was only hot to a good meal that was now enough for him to break his belly.

"Rich people feel good!"

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my heart, and I didn't expect that I would one day have the feeling of being a rich man because of the profession of "daybreaking".

"You have to work hard!" Gesang gulped down the sweet bracken nettle rice, then set out to grab the mutton, and drank butter tea from time to time, not forgetting to spur himself on in his heart.

But Gesang, who was full of hope, didn't expect that there would be another miss this afternoon, and it was on the same person!

"Big brother, don't beat me, I just beat you up yesterday! My little body can't stand the toss~ Let me go~" Looking at the little fart child in front of him who was only fourteen or fifteen years old in his eyes, Gesang's heart was really desperate, and then thinking about the scene where the little fart was beaten so violently that he fainted yesterday, Gesang only felt that his psychological shadow area could cover the entire earth.

Who is cheating on him that the little fart child is best to steal, he Gesang definitely rounded his arm and slapped it: "His mother's son was beaten and stunned!" You're still trying to lie to me?! ”

Zhang Miao couldn't help but laugh dumbly, he didn't expect that he had only been in this town for two days, and he would be stolen twice by the same pickpocket, and this pickpocket would be planted in his hands. Looking at the crying and sobbing in front of him, the old tears were all over the yellow hair, Zhang Miao also admired his luck a little, it was too good.

The angry and funny Zhang Miao couldn't help but pull Gesang's collar and asked, "Huang Mao, the master asked you, did you have your eyes smashed by the scales?" Yes? I just beat you up yesterday, you forgot? ”

"Big brother, I didn't even have time to see your appearance clearly yesterday, and I was beaten in a daze. How did I know that I met my big brother again today? Gesang hurriedly excused himself, and finally said cautiously: "Big brother, this may be the legendary fate." ”

"Fate, you big-headed ghost! Believe it or not, I'll beat you up again! Zhang Miao really felt that he was angry, what fool would feel that he had been stolen twice in a row, and he felt that it was fate.

As soon as he heard that Gesang, who might be beaten again, he immediately cried wolf again: "Big brother, I'm just a 'daybreak'!" If I am beaten up by you again in broad daylight, my peers will look down on me! Woo-"

Daybreaking? This kid is still on the road?

Zhang Miao frowned, the plan in his mind actually had a slight eyebrow, and he secretly thought in his heart: "This yellow hair will have a great effect on the plan......

Then he asked Gesang: "Huang Mao, what is your name?" ”

Gesang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly as if he had thought of something, he quickly replied: "My name is Gesang." The people who know me in this town call me Mazi Gesang. ”