"Passing on the torch to the next life!"

"Passing on the torch to the next life!"

The half-moonlight hung in the treetops, and the night, which should have been silent and uninhabited, suddenly came out with a low murmur.

Li Xun was awakened.

Figures flickered.

Quietly opened a finger-wide gap, only to see the terrifying scene outside the house.

Aunt Zhang, Uncle Wang, the little dog, the big tank, and many neighbors who didn't know each other were all lost at the moment and walked forward in a daze.

And in front of the crowd, there was a middle-aged Taoist in a gray robe. He waved a whisk in his right hand and held a diesel lamp in his left.

He had a fanatical expression on his face, as if he were a devout believer.

In front of them was a blood-red statue that looked extremely evil.

Zoroastrians!

Didn't you say that they were all outside the city, why are there so many people in the city?

A chill flashed in Li Xun's eyes.

He felt the darkness and found a Pu knife in the room.

The voices outside the house faded away.

Then, not long after, suddenly agitated, there was a sound of sticks handing over, mixed with the cries and muffled sounds of someone.

"Arrest all these Zoroastrians!"

The torches outside the house lit up half of the sky, and Li Xun in the house pinched the Pu knife, staring at the door, not daring to relax at all.

Fortunately, no one took advantage of the riot to do anything, which made Li Xun breathe a sigh of relief.

No, it's already very unsatisfactory here.

Gotta find a way to move out.

Or, at least a little bit of self-preservation.

。。。

Another half a month passed, and the copper coins saved were only 50 wen more, and most of the wages were used to buy food.

I heard that Aunt Zhang, who was taking the job, was arrested and has not been released back yet.

Sister Li Wan's needlework also had to stop.

Uncle Li escaped the destruction of the Fire Transmission Sect and finally brought good news today.

"Xiao Xun, your father asked me to bring you something!"

Uncle Li is a middle-aged man with a medium height and an honest appearance, who usually makes a living by going out to chop wood.

Occasionally, I also work part-time to deliver letters.

Li Xun also understood what Uncle Li meant, went into the house, took a rag and packed two catties of brown rice, and then handed it over.

Uncle Li weighed the weight, the corners of his mouth opened, and then he took out Daddy Li's things.

A yellowed pamphlet.

However, the place where the page was turned was already covered with rice milk.

Li Xun's eyes lit up slightly, and then sank again.

He muttered at the corner of his mouth.

"It's a broken book again! When has this been, and you are still thinking about teaching me to read and write. How can the current bookkeeper be so good?"

Uncle Li is used to it.

"Xiao Xun! Your father is also kind, and he is not striking iron outside to make a living for you. ”

"Send you the book, then keep it well, don't waste a lot of kindness."

Uncle Li said a few words, and then found a reason to leave.

He still had a lot of things in his hand, apparently letters and objects for someone else.

Li Xun grinned, walked into the house, and closed the door.

Although it was daytime, there was an oil lamp in the house, and Li Xun took a blade and cut the book little by little.

This book is the seventh volume of the Morning Cloud Catalogue, and that thing should be placed on the seventh page!

Li Xun carefully pinched the paper, and sure enough, he found something different.

There is a mezzanine in this page.

Dissected and opened, inside was a silver ticket of ten taels.

This is what Daddy sent.

It is taboo to ask someone to send money, and at such times, no matter who sends it, it is not at ease. The two of them discussed, as long as they sent the book "Chaoyun Catalogue", which volume, the money would be placed in the mezzanine of the first few pages.

Ten taels of silver is already a lot of money.

This should be the reward for Daddy Li's pig iron.

But it really solved the urgent need.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was still early, Li Xun carried the silver ticket and told his sister not to move around, and prepared to go out.

After thinking about it, he put the silver ticket back into the mezzanine of the "Chaoyun Catalogue", and then put on a piece of hemp vegetable cake.

That's when I went out.

Aunt Zhang next door had been released, but when they heard the faint coughing sound in the room, everyone still tacitly walked away a little bit.

I heard that the cell next door to the prison was a person from the south of the city, and he was dragged away the next day, as if because of the plague...

Don't dare to think about it.

There are far fewer children in broken straw shoes on the streets, and there are people squatting and waiting to sell coolies.

Turning the corner of the alley, I almost bumped into a big man head-on.

"Li family boy, don't you have long eyes when you walk?"

The person who came was Zhao Xiaosi, who was more than one meter eight meters tall, although he was also dressed very worn, and there was a lot of bad smell on his body, but many people were afraid of him.

He is the most scoundrel in this place, relying on his eyesight to see the gangs in the neighborhood, usually fighting and making trouble, everyone dares to be angry and dare not speak.

He was followed by two more people.

Zhao Xiaosi looked Li Xun up and down several times, and finally stopped his gaze on his bulging chest.

"In such a hurry, where are you going? … What do you have in your arms and take it out for your brothers to see? ”