As the night fades and the morning light fades, the city, stiffened by the winter chill, comes alive as the number of pedestrians on the street increases.

The restaurant and tea shop are open, the early people enter and exit the city gate, the children who are greedy for warmth also get up, call friends and shuttle through the alleys, and the women open the door of the house, chatting with the neighbors, while waiting for the vendors who walk the streets to bring fresh goods.

"Yellow plums, red plums, fresh plum branches."

There were hoarse shouts from the streets.

Although the weather is cold and the flowers and leaves are withering, there are also seasonal winter flowers, plum blossoms, in winter.

Hearing the shouting, many women came out and saw a stout man in his thirties carrying a burden, and the two baskets were full of plum branches, twisted and budding.

Seeing the women coming out, the flower seller stopped and greeted warmly: "Sisters, big sisters, look at the plum blossoms, they are picked from the mountains of Hangu Temple outside the city." ”

The plum blossoms of Hangu Temple, that can still be stained with the blessings of the Buddha, it is better to put them at home, and the women all come up and ask, "Is it fresh?" "Don't be a dead branch, right?"

The flower seller made a reassuring voice in a loud voice: "Fresh, I cut it at night, and I picked it up before dawn." "It's all fresh flowers, old plum branches."

After listening, everyone began to pick.

"I haven't seen you before, though." When a woman was holding three plum blossoms and was about to give money, she looked at the man and asked again.

Although selling flowers is a small business, not everyone can do it, to be fresh or to be able to open, so many years can stay flower sellers more or less become familiar faces.

Familiar faces can rest assured when they buy it, otherwise who will settle the account with the fake flowers and dead branches that will be settling?

When she said this, the women all looked at the flower seller, who had a scruffy beard and a rough face, and could barely see it, but he was a raw face.

The flower seller smiled innocently: "My name is Huang Si, and my uncle Lao Huang is setting up a stall outside Hangu Temple, and the eldest sisters should have seen it." ”

The incense of Hangu Temple is very prosperous, the women in the city have been there more or less, the villagers near Hangu Temple will sell their own melons, fruits, vegetables, chickens, ducks and fish, and there are naturally a lot of flowers.

"Business is not good in winter, my uncle is old, I will help out, I have a lot of strength, so I simply picked flowers and sold them in the city." The flower seller continued, pointing to himself, "Don't worry, the money is not good, you come to our village to find me, I will lose money." ”

In this way, he was still a filial person, so the women more or less picked some of them, and soon the basket was half empty.

The flower seller thanked again and again: "Thank you to the neighbors for taking care of the business." ”

"Pack the money." One woman reminded, "There are many petty thefts in the city than in the country." ”

The flower seller hurriedly stuffed the money bag into his clothes, happily picked up the burden and shouted "Yellow Plum Red Plum Plum Sale" and continued to walk the streets.

There was more than one vendor walking the streets, and he was inconspicuous among them, and no one noticed that the flower seller, while selling flower branches, stopped by the roadside to rest, and his eyes either glanced at the woman walking by, or looked through the half-open door of the house on the street.

It was just after noon when the flower branches were sold, but Shi Feng, who should be called Huang Si now, did not have the slightest nostalgia, and immediately carried the burden out of the city and went home, without going around again.

This is the behavior of a flower seller.

He is a very cautious person, even if he is a bad person, he does it seriously.

When it was dark, Shi Feng returned to a village near Hangu Temple, saying that it was a village, but it was actually a place where Hangu Temple did good deeds to take in the poor, and at this time there were several scattered families, mostly old, weak and disabled.

There are almost no lights in the village in the darkness of the night, and the people here are reluctant to use lamp oil, and the stove is their only source of fire, but the firewood is also limited, and it is immediately extinguished when the meal is ready.

"Uncle, I'm back." Shi Feng shouted, walking into this black-lit and dilapidated house, "It's all sold out today, and it's a lot of money." "Uncle, have you eaten?" "Uncle, I bought you a meatloaf and a pot of wine."

There was a homely chatter in the room, but there was no response, and there will be no response.

Shi Feng lit an oil lamp, and the bean-sized light made the room seem brighter and darker, but an old man could be seen lying on the bed.

The old man had a rope tied around his neck, and he almost broke his neck, and his head hung limply and weakly on the edge of the bed, his eyes widened, his mouth wide open, and pain and fear froze on his face.

This scene is particularly terrifying, and if anyone sees it, they will faint on the spot.

Shi Feng is not afraid at all, he likes to watch this kind of scene, every time he kills someone, he deliberately puts it in front of him to see enough.

He squatted on the side of the bed, took out the meatloaf he had bought, and while admiring the corpse, he stood up satisfied when he had finished eating the meatloaf and drank the wine.

"Go cut some more plum branches." He stretched and rubbed his shoulder, "Let's sell it again." ”

It's hard work.

But it can't be helped.

He reached out and patted the back of his shoulder.

Work harder, find the right person to rob and kill as soon as possible, and get out of here as soon as possible.

He won't stay in one place for too long, lest he be unsafe.

"Uncle, I'll cut some plum branches again and sell more before the flowering period arrives." He said, "When the flowers bloom and everyone comes here to see, we won't be able to earn this money." ”

With that, the oil lamp was extinguished, and the room was plunged into darkness.

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The beggars seem to be too lazy to move in winter, especially when the sun is rising.

A beggar in a torn jacket and a pair of broken straw sandals huddled in a corner to enjoy the warmth.

"Okay, good." He lazily shook the bowl with his hands.

No matter how kind passers-by are, they will not come from the road to give them alms, so until after noon, the beggar broke the bowl and was empty.

Fortunately, a few little beggars came running over with a few pieces of bread in their hands.

"Yuan's restaurant is generous today, and the kitchen has given a lot." A little beggar handed the bread to the beggar and said, "Give you a piece." ”

The beggar took it, closed his eyes and chewed the cake, and the little beggar also sat down beside him, leaning against the sun together.

"That kid should be going to do it today." The little beggar whispered, "His flowers are sold out, and he has no intention of leaving, picking baskets in the Qi family's shop, but he is looking at the full house of gold and silver shops opposite, and he is going to rob the gold and silver shops." ”

This is a bandit, and he is very rich in the gold and silver shop.

The beggar shook his head: "No, he is staring at the woman who entered the gold and silver shop. ”

The women who went in and out of the gold and silver shops were also rich men, the little beggar thought to himself.

"He's nothing but robbery." The beggar opened his eyes, "He also likes to kill people, especially women." ”

It can even be said that robbery is incidental, killing is his purpose, and it is torture.

It's a beast, a beast.

The beggar took a hard bite of the cake and chewed it hard, his eyes sharp under the cover of his messy hair.

This time we must get rid of this stone wind.

It was supposed to be able to succeed five years ago, but there was a sudden accident in the door, and he was delayed for a while, and was escaped by this beast, but he did not give up the pursuit all these years, but he just wanted to hide his identity to avoid being caught by the government, and his hands and feet were restricted, but the wicked man was even more wanton and arrogant.

This time the thief came here, and the hall here happened to come alive, it was really the right time and place, and this thief must be solved.

We can't let more women suffer!

"Leave it to me next." The beggar swallowed the last bite of bread, "You don't have to follow him. ”

He got up to leave, but the little beggar grabbed him again.

"A weapon for you." He said, handing him the dog-beating stick in his hand.

It was very inconvenient to carry weapons into the city, and the guards would strictly check them, so he didn't bring any weapons with him when he entered the city, and originally wanted to borrow a farm tool, knife, sickle, axe, or something from a certain house for a while.

It's nice to have the help of the same door, fully prepared, and no worries.

A smile flashed in the beggar's eyes, and he took the wooden stick, which didn't look special, and sank it.

"There's a sword inside." The little beggar whispered.

The beggar nodded, held the broken bowl in one hand, and said, "Okay, okay, okay." He dragged the stick forward with one hand.