Most of the drunk and confused people are unconscious, and most of these men can only do some fist and foot kung fu, although they have a bad reputation, most of them just rely on extraordinary courage and ruthless temperament.

Similar to the supernatural means of forcing out the strength of alcohol with supreme internal force, it really won't, not to mention that even if it can force the strength of wine, the brothers get together to drink, originally just to have a good time, even if someone can have such a means, they will not use it on this occasion.

The man was originally a person who couldn't hold his urine, he drank too much wine, and the strength of the wine remained in his body, and the others turned into water and accumulated in his stomach.

When he got up to pee in the middle of the night, he felt that the ground was wet and a little sticky, so he thought that his brother Wang Mang was doing some small action.

Then he scolded and scolded: "Wang Mang, how long the hell have you been holding back? Even if you see Thirteen Niang's goods, you won't be like this, right? Look at what has become on the ground, didn't you get out the children and grandchildren of your ancestors for eighteen generations?"

According to the usual situation, with Wang Mang's temperament, he had already started to scold back, not to mention scolding, at least he had to scold a lot, but it was a little strange in the middle of the night, and there was no movement at all.

Seeing this situation, the man thought that he was right.

In the end, men are still embarrassed to admit this kind of pile-up thing, so they simply pretend to sleep.

The man scolded angrily again: "You are an ancestor, don't pretend to sleep for Lao Tzu, and if you want to pretend, you have to pretend to be a little bit not." ”

In the dark, Wang Mang's body on the bed was still covered with a quilt, but his head was gone.

The man thought that Wang Mang had put his head under the quilt and reached out to touch it, only to find that something was wrong.

It's just that the ground is full of children and grandchildren, after all, it's not that I haven't heard of some talented people on the rivers and lakes, one-time children and grandchildren can fill a wine glass, but what's the matter with the pillow?

The man uncovered the quilt, kicked a round thing in a panic, and subconsciously lifted it to take a look.

"Your uncle's Wang Mang, you fucking still sleep on the ground......"

Well?

The man who was already drunk suddenly felt that something was wrong.

In an instant, the wine quickly woke up.

After telling Thirteen Niang about this as it was, all the men gossiped one after another.

Life and death have long been nothing to them.

When they come out to break into the rivers and lakes, they pin their heads to the waistband of their trousers, and maybe they will confess one day, if not, they would not have committed so many things before.

Killing people is such a job. Killing one is killing, ten or eight is killing, and one hundred and eighty is also killing, and I have already earned enough money, so I don't care if I will really be cut down by someone one day.

But in the same courtyard, only a few dozen steps apart, isn't it too appalling that the partners who get along day and night are cut off their heads like this?

"Damn, it must be Wang Mang's enemy who came to seek revenge, and we all blame our fucking drinking too much, otherwise this kind of thing would have happened,"

The men were terrified when they thought about it.

If it was not Wang Mang who came to seek revenge, but one of them, then it would not be Wang Mang who was rolling his head to the ground at this moment.

"I don't think it's like an enemy seeking revenge. Another man said. "Basically no one knows where our brothers are hiding, and even if they do, they are basically their own brothers, besides, even if the brothers have some things that hurt people and kill people, it was only in the past, after coming to the capital, who the fuck is not a well-behaved person, don't cause trouble for the big brothers, if it is really the enemy who can find revenge in the capital, and can find our hiding place accurately, whether you believe it or not, anyway, Lao Tzu is killed and killed. ”

The man who said that he was looking for revenge from the enemy said again: "Could it be that Wang Mang has offended someone recently?"

Almost someone subconsciously said: "Who can you offend when you are with us every day?" If you want to offend, you just bullied the mouse in the face before......

Mouse face.

At the mention of these three words, everyone was silent for a while, and then laughed.

"Give him ten dares, he won't dare do it. ”

Thirteen Niang looked at the gossip of a group of brothers under her command and was indifferent.

Although he is under his own, he really doesn't have much emotion.

Especially because of the things she experienced in her early years, she really didn't have a good impression of the group of people under her.

It's not just her, it's the same with each other.

It's not a big deal if it's dead, that's why they're joking with each other so quickly.

But death to death, as the boss of this group of people, he always has to do face-saving work.

Thirteen Niang said indifferently: "No matter who killed Wang Mang, as long as someone can find out the murderer, a reward of one hundred taels of gold, and then just look for Brother Tong." ”

One hundred taels of gold may be nothing to Tong Dabao.

In a land like the capital, where every inch of land is valuable, there are several restaurants, and other industries other than restaurants are not included, making Tong Dabao a wealthy man in the capital.

But a hundred taels of gold undoubtedly has great temptation for these men.

In the past, I have done some things to rob money and kill people, but because the means are there, we are destined to only deal with some poor people who have a lot of money in their pockets.

The bodyguards are all clearly priced, and they all do the work with effort and reward.

Jianghu has hardly heard of the idea of a bodyguard daring to beat his employer, but there was once a village owner on a certain hill who saw that his employer's waist was full of oil, so he had the idea of killing people and selling goods.

Later, it was easy to get your hands on.

But in exchange for the destruction of the entire cottage, as for the owner of the village, I heard that he ran away, and I also heard that he was frightened crazy by the top killer invited by the rich man, and I never heard about that person in the rivers and lakes.

In these days, it is better to offend the wicked than to offend the rich.

Hearing the color of the hundred taels of gold, the men widened their eyes and their faces were full of excitement.

It was only said that the murderer had been found, and nothing else.

Doesn't that mean just find someone to come out and take the blame?

A hundred taels of gold were at their fingertips, and this considerable wealth was enough for the brothers to squander for a long time.

At that moment, some people had a plan in their minds about who to find to replace the murderer.

How can the minds of these people not be perceived by Thirteen Niang?

But she didn't care.

As long as you go through this cutscene, you won't be laughed at by a few other cousins, right?

......

It's not easy for the old crooked man to live these days.

The lack of sunlight for several months made his complexion sickly pale, and because of his advanced age, his physical strength was no longer comparable to that of his youth, and it was a fatal task for him to burn the fire every day.

I was confused, and I was caught in this bitter kiln, but the old crooked man had heard of some of the things that this bitter kiln did.

I only heard one or two from the words of the guard.

I only vaguely knew that it was related to weapons.

Thinking of so many coolies, so many kilns, the old crooked man is not stupid, and he has already lived to be a human at an old age.

It's not a special weapon kiln for the dynasty, what do you need so many weapons for? And it's done secretly, in addition to rebellion, what other possibilities are there?

Recently, for some reason, the workload of the day has increased again, and according to the original progress, I can rest for a few hours a day, but once the workload increases, I don't even have much time to rest.

In the past few days, there have been several men who came in stupidly and stupidly to perform, and they were tired to death and died in front of the kiln.

As for where the corpse went, the old crooked man didn't care at all.

Have you seen fewer tired people in the past few months?

Even the blacksmiths who struck iron were tired of a lot.

According to the daily progress, it is estimated that this batch of weapons will be built soon, and when the end of his group of people comes, most of them will be like the workers who built a mausoleum for the emperor, and they will be martyred for the emperor.

That's why the old crooked man wasted a big pot of molten iron in front of the kiln.

The first two days of being locked up in the dark room were quite comfortable, and I didn't have to go to work on time, just lie down and sleep.

But after a day or two of starvation, it's not the same thing.

I asked myself, even if I had never been hungry, I really experienced the feeling of being hungry with my chest against my back.

When people are extremely hungry, they really want to go up and nibble on the bark and leaves, which makes the old crooked man can't help but think of the stunned young man who was imprisoned here some time ago, but he wasted some food, and it also reminded him of the steamed bun.

As for where the unknown boy went, the old crooked boy had no way of knowing, but whenever he thought of that kid, he always thought that if that guy could get out alive, he should not forget to send a message to his family to see if there was a way to save him.

Of course, it's better if you don't escape.

Because of this, maybe the next time they meet, Wang Chuyi can also be very generous to hand over the white-flour steamed buns in his hand.

It turns out that when people are the most hungry, they don't think about the delicacies of the mountains and seas, big fish and meat. It's always just a simple white-flour bun.

The old crooked man was already hungry and didn't even have the strength to move, and he lay on the cold and wet ground, his lips were dry, and he could peel off a layer of skin.

In a trance, he seemed to see the familiar stinky boy walking towards him with a steamed bun in his hand, and the steamed bun was still steaming out.

"Am I going to die to be dazzled? I actually saw you little bastard again......

In the darkness, there was a young man in cloth clothes holding three steamed buns in his left hand and a pot of water in his right hand. ”