A few people turned around, and the fourth horse was holding a golden stick in his hand, which was full of blood.

Unlike gold bars, the sticks are not fluted and angular, but are very sleek and polished.

The stick is about a palm's length and two fingers thick. One end is flat, and the other end is like a bullet. The whole rod is engraved with a dragon pattern.

Several people gathered around to look around, and made sure it was made of gold. It's just that they don't know what the gold is for.

"Where did you find that?" Ling Yun asked curiously, wiping off the golden rod.

"On her. The fourth Ma Cheng pointed to the woman behind him and said.

"Impossible!" the old hardware didn't change, "I searched her carefully just now, why didn't I find it." ”

Ling Yun glanced at the woman, where she was still lying, but her pants were a little looser than just now. With a wry smile in his heart, he said to the old hardware: "Fifth brother, it seems that there are some places that you haven't found." ”

His fourth brother Ma Cheng is still a good person, very righteous and brave, and agile.

There's a little bit of it, lustful.

When they go to steal chickens and dogs, there will always be a woman screaming, and that is because Ma Cheng will take the sheep by the hand and touch something that should not be touched.

In this regard, Ling Yun was helpless.

Anyway, there was finally a receipt. This golden bar, compared to a gold bar, is about the volume of two or three gold bars, but only the weight of one gold bar. Ling Yun comforted himself that it had the value of two or three gold bars.

They buried the woman and walked out of the woods, and the sunlight shining on their faces made the world feel warm. I was almost buried in the forest by a branch just now, and I suddenly felt that it was good to be alive.

When he walked to the river in front of the forest, he hurriedly took off the sacks and rushed them all into the river. They rubbed their skin hard, desperately. They want to wash away the bad luck just now, and wash away all memories of the dead.

When Lingyun came up, the old hardware would have been by the river a long time ago.

"Fifth brother, you're so fast!"

"I didn't wash much. ”

"Aren't you afraid? It's as if nothing happened. ”

"What is terrible about the dead, but there is nothing terrible about not having money. ”

When everyone went ashore and sorted their clothes, they saw that the village was boiling, and the dust raised was higher than the village. The last time this kind of scene appeared was when the richest man first came to the village and built a house.

That was the first time they had seen a house that nice.

In the dust, a few big men came out of the house and ran quickly in one direction. There are also a few families, some of the old ladies are holding sticks, some are holding boards, chasing the old men of their own families.

This is a magical scene, because in everyone's impression, in the concept, the old lady should not have such a disobedient behavior. If you can force them like this, something big must have happened.

The curious beggar Wang Lingyun, with a group of brothers, swaggered into the village, and found that many old men were running in one direction one after another.

That direction is all too familiar to Ling Yun.

It was the location of the richest man in the village, where he often slept.

Fearing that someone would grab his territory, he ran after him.

At the door of the richest man's house, a large group of people gathered. After counting, almost everyone in the village came, even the old man and the old lady who had difficulty moving. Several people who were slumped on the bed were also pushed over.

At the outermost end of the crowd was the old man and the old lady, dragging their backs and pointing their feet, looking out. Going inside, there are different ages, a family of two, a family of three, each holding a group.

Further inside, there were some thin and short people, who had no elders or women around them, and who looked like they were fighting on their own. It's just a crooked melon and cracked jujube, which is really hard to see.

In the innermost, there is a group of strong men, all tall and strong, and the most capable people in the village, all gathered here. They are also relatively average-looking, with yellow-faced, black-faced, and brown-faced ones.

Compared to the various faces, the faces of several blue-clothed servants were much whiter. They were holding sticks to keep the villagers out.

Behind the servant, there stood an old man in brocade, fat and oily. He pinched his waist with both hands, his face was pale, and his disgusted eyes kept scanning the countryman in front of him.

Beside him, stood a woman in a white dress, typical of a rich lady. If you don't move, you will have the air of aristocracy. Her eyes were restless. She also had a blue face, and even the iron blue was beautiful.

This is the girl that Lingyun dreams of, sleeping next to Gao Qiang every day, just to see the beauty of the beauty. She has been in her sleep for many years.

Ling Yun felt that he was the king of beggars, and of course he had to match the richest and most beautiful people in the village.

"Is this a robbery?" the old hardware muttered without changing his mouth, and took the lead in squeezing into the crowd. He squeezed behind the bachelor with crooked melons and cracked dates, and he couldn't squeeze in anymore.

Ling Yun walked over to an old lady, who was grinning at the excitement, happy even if she couldn't see anything.

"Grandma, what are they doing?" he asked curiously.

The old lady replied casually: "Throw the hydrangea." ”

"Throw the hydrangea?" he was completely stunned, unable to believe his ears.

Throwing hydrangeas, a game that is only played in big towns, can be played in a poor and backward small village. From the founding of the village to the present, there are more legends of monsters than hydrangeas.

Hydrangea is thrown in big towns, and there are talented people, businessmen, handsome guys, and people with strong martial arts. In short, throwing hydrangeas in a high-quality crowd and marrying no one loses.

But in the small villages, there are strong peasants, thin peasants, average-looking peasants, poor-looking peasants, and beggars. In short, except for those who can do their jobs, there is no decent person to be found.

I have to say, it's still people from big towns who can play.

Ling Yun looked at it, wondering why the rich girl did this. From the back of the moving head, the face of the rich girl can be faintly seen. She's beautiful, she's moving, she's fascinating. Every time I look at it, I revel in it.

As soon as he thought that the rich girl was going to marry these people in front of him, he was angry. Such a good woman, of course, must be worthy of the king. And in the whole village, there is only him, the beggar king.

He gathered his brothers together and said, "Brothers, let's go grab the hydrangea too." Once the eldest brother marries the daughter of the richest family, they will not have to worry about their future lives. ”

"Listen to your big brother. The second brother Zhang Peng replied briskly.

After several people agreed, except for Lao Qiye who stayed in place in late autumn, the rest of the people squeezed in.

It's just that a few of them are too thin and squeezed together with the crooked melons and cracked dates in the second circle. Only Zhang Peng, relying on his burly figure, squeezed to the front.

Everyone squeezed each other and leaned on each other. Or look at the beautiful rich girl stupidly, or the thief stares at the person next to him......

Everyone has only one purpose, to grab the hydrangea.

The rich girl glanced at her casually, glanced at her father fiercely, angrily snatched the hydrangea from the maid's hand, threw it casually, and the hydrangea flew into the air......