Chapter Twenty-Three: The God of War on Donkey Carts
When the moon is dark and the wind is high, when people are killed and set on fire......
The firelight reflected half of the sky, and the faces of every villager were hidden in dim shadows, and there seemed to be a hint of pleasure hidden under the hideous and distorted expressions that were reflected against the background.
"Let's go......"
Lu Cai set up the donkey cart and looked at the four corpses dragged on the cart, and his expression was a little heavier.
The life that was still fresh in the daytime was lying in the cold carriage at this time, and it could never wake up again......
"Humph! Cheap guys! ”
Zhao Sanping's eyes were gloomy, and he swept over the group of villagers who were surrounding Zhou's house to watch the 'fireworks', and said hatefully: "It's obvious that we are desperate, why let them pick up the leaks?"
"What? Can you still take it with you? ”
On the donkey cart, Zhong Xinyi stroked a jar of sealed herbs, full of mockery.
"Drop this cart of medicine, and we can bring another cart of silver."
Zhao Sanping couldn't help licking his chapped lips, and looked at the gold and silver jewelry piled up on the car on the side.
"Your vision is too shallow, and the old man doesn't have the same knowledge as you......"
Zhong Xinyi sneered: "Just this old mountain ginseng in the Northeast can be exchanged for twenty taels of silver if it is bought by a pharmacy that knows the goods."
"Old ginseng? 100 years? ”
"Think beautifully, a mere country turtle, can you save a hundred years old ginseng? Thirty years and ...... Well? Awake? ”
Zhong Xinyi saw that Zhao Sanping turned around and drove honestly, and then he realized that it was Meng Ke who was lying next to him who just spoke.
Meng Ke's face was as pale as paper, and after opening his eyes, he suddenly grinned at him: "Of course, we are still good fortune tellers!"
Seeing this, Zhong Xinyi frowned and retorted: "Where is your life?" Obviously, it was the old man who saved the suffering, and the Bodhisattva blessed it, and the judges of the Yama Hall couldn't rob the old man......"
Meng Ke's eyelids jumped, and he had a new understanding of the doctor's face and mouth.
"Ahem, Sanping, is Master Zhou dead?"
He coughed, interrupting Zhong Xinyi's boasting and asked weakly.
"When he died, Lu Cai brought his head back and showed it to the villagers and the servants."
Zhao Sanping said, glanced back again, and there was some inexplicable sarcasm in his tone: "If they didn't bring back the head surnamed Zhou, how could they dare to scrape the Zhou family's background?"
Hearing this, Meng Ke glanced up at him, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "Be content and happy!" Our number is limited, and it is impossible to take too much, so why not borrow flowers to offer Buddha and make a good relationship with the villagers? ”
Zhao Sanping pouted: "Yes, you are kind!" Take the lives of your brothers and make good connections! ”
After he finished speaking, he whipped the donkey a few times, as if to vent his dissatisfaction.
Zhong Xinyi heard the conversation between the two, but he didn't say anything.
Just glanced backwards.
The Zhou Mansion was already in flames, burned to ashes.
"Alas!"
He sighed, withdrew his gaze, and closed his eyes.
……
Inside the shack, the clouds were gloomy.
Of the four people killed in the battle, one was a family dragger.
The daughter of the Qin family was overwhelmed with grief, holding the skinny yellow beard in her arms and crying bitterly: "Daddy! Why are you willing to abandon us and go? ”
The small shack could not accommodate four corpses lying flat, and Lu Cai placed them on the snow in front of the door.
At this moment, the Qin woman was lying on the corpse, her hands and cheeks had already been frozen and bruised, but she still hugged her husband tightly as if she didn't realize it.
"Sister-in-law of the Qin family, it's cold on the ground, don't freeze your body......"
On the side, Jia Shi couldn't help but comfort her when she saw her tearful appearance.
But it clearly didn't have any effect.
"Sister-in-law, is Huang Xu'er hungry? Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Huang Xu'er, right? ”