The things in the car were very heavy, and several men were sweating after carrying them for a while.

A strategist sat on a chaise longue beside him, gently shaking his fan, half-squinting his eyes, as if he was asleep, but as long as someone stirred under his feet, he would immediately open a pair of sharp eyes and look at it.

After unloading one car after another, the unloading man changed a batch, and the few who just came were a little hairy, and one of the young men had mixed under his feet several times, and was stared at by the strategist several times.

The young man's body was a little weak, but his face was thick, and he was not afraid of the soldiers with swords standing around, and asked the strategist with a smile:

"What is this, sir? How can it sink like this, like moving stones? ”

The advisor glared at him, and without saying a word, a soldier came up. The young man saw it and said:

"Sir, don't be angry, don't be angry, I don't ask." As he spoke, he hurriedly walked in with his pockets on his back.

Whoever thought that he panicked, when he entered the door, he tripped over the threshold, and a heel fell down, and the heavy pocket behind his back pressed on his body.

The adviser's eyes shrank, and one of the soldiers took the whip and whipped it, and the young man hurriedly rolled on the ground to hide, and the soldier's whip fell into his pocket.

In a flash, the pocket burst open, revealing the cotton inside, and something golden.

The young man got up from the ground, trembling with fear, and fell to his knees begging for mercy, but the counsellor reacted strangely, staring straight at the broken pocket.

He looked over and saw a little black peeking out of the edge of the golden thing, like a fly crawling up.

The counsellor got up from his chaise longue and looked at all the people present before he went over and opened the cotton, only to see more gold bars two fingers wide in his pocket.

Under the candlelight, a pile of golden things was extremely dazzling, and the eyes of everyone present were shook.

The strategist crouched down, carefully picked up the gold bar with a black spot with both hands, and approached the candle flame to look at it carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and suddenly he shouted to the man who followed him:

"None of them are allowed to leave, waiting for orders!" After shouting, he ran towards Uncle Liu's yard with the gold bar in his arms.

Uncle Liu Guo is elegant, invited a famous actor in the Beijing Division, taught him to babble and sing, and was singing "Walking Wheat City", Uncle Liu Guo read: The husband needs to report to Ling Yunzhi, so he naturally talks and laughs and looks for the marquis!

The strategist rushed in with a white face, slipped and fell to the ground, and the big knife in Uncle Liu's hand fell on his neck with a whoosh.

The strategist was startled, got up with the gold bar, pointed to the gold bar and stammered:

"Uncle Guo, this, this, there is a problem!"

Uncle Liu raised the big knife in his hand and waved his hand, and the people behind him retreated in amusement, leaving only a few cronies. He took off his mustache and said disappreciatively:

"What's the matter?"

The strategist hurriedly handed over the gold bar in his hand with both hands, leaned over and said:

"Uncle Guo, take a look, you weigh it again."

Uncle Liu Guo took it, squinted his eyes and turned the gold bar to the side, the black spot was impressive, he stroked it with his hand, there was a sharp notch.

With a bang, the gold bar fell from his hand to the ground, and he said coldly:

"Whose filial piety is this?"

The advisor bowed his head and hurriedly replied:

"Uncle back to China, this is sent by Yang Wanguang in Jingzhou!"

"Yang Wanguang?" Uncle Liu Guo unfolded the folding fan in his hand with a swipe on the ground, fanned it twice, and asked:

"What about performance appraisals? Where's it delivered? ”

Another advisor hurriedly stepped forward and said:

"Jingzhou's this year is a little slower, and it's already on the way."

Uncle Liu shook the folding fan, snorted coldly, and said:

"Yang Wanguang is bold enough to dare to fool around with this thing." As he spoke, he closed the folding fan with a bang, tapped his hand with the fan bone, and said:

"Go and ask the Tiger Camp, if there is anything unusual on the way back to the people, we can't wronged the good people."

Someone hurried away, Uncle Liu Guo glanced at the gold bars on the ground, stepped on it, and said as he walked out:

"Send it to my father."

Someone behind him answered, and Uncle Liu Guo walked out by himself. The strategist hurriedly followed, trotted with his chest in his mouth, and said:

"I'm going to ask people to check all the inventory, and now it's all stored separately when it's sent over, so it's easy to check."

Uncle Liu Guo was windy at his feet, and he hummed coldly, and said:

"Check, if anyone dares to die, let him die a happy death!"

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Fifty or sixty miles away from Beijing, a group of messengers galloped on horseback, and seeing that the night was too dark, they had to find a post station to stay.

The post station in front is not large, and if it weren't for the two lanterns hanging at the door, it would be easy to be overlooked in such a night.

A group of messengers jumped from their horses with shouts and entered the post station noisily. After a while, a few lights slowly lit up inside, and an old man came out of it with a lamp in his clothes, and when he saw them, he let them in.

Some soldiers often take this road, and when they saw the old man, they were a little surprised, and said:

"Last month, I was still the old Xu Tou here, why did I change people?"

Na Yi Cheng said with a smile:

"Master, you don't know, Lao Xu Tou has survived to the age and went home to hug his grandson and enjoy the joy of family! I just changed this month, my surname is Jiao, you can call me Lao Jiaotou! ”

The soldiers were all young men, and they entered the house in a hurry, and no one cared whether he was an old Xu Tou or an old Jiao Tou, but only told him to bring food and drink.

Lao Jiaotou responded with a stack of sounds, and after a while, fresh melons and fruits, marinated pig ears, and hot noodle soup and wine were brought out from inside.

A group of people ate and drank, very satisfied with the craftsmanship of Xinyicheng, and praised the deliciousness of the food. When they had finished eating, it was the middle of the night, and the young men were tired of all the way, and when they entered the house, they lay down and fell asleep.

Lao Jiaotou also went back to the house, and pretended to sleep for a while, to see that the sky was already dark. He got up, hummed a little tune, took a sheepskin bag from the cupboard, and went into the house where the soldiers lived.

"Young man, you can really eat and drink! Look at how sweet this sleep is! Lao Jiao looked at the snoring soldiers and muttered to himself.

After looking for it, he found a box from among them, opened the lock on the box very skillfully, took out a sheepskin bag from it, looked at the name on it in the morning light, and found the three words Yang Wanguang.

The morning sun was so nice, with the smell of earth, mixed with the aroma of grass, cool and comfortable. Lao Jiaotou walked around the post station, and then hummed and went back to the back kitchen.

After a while, smoke rose from the back kitchen, and a fragrant smell came out.

(End of chapter)