When a man is alive, he can throw away everything, but there are only two things that he can't throw away.

One is money, and the other is power.

Money can even be discarded, and after enjoying the taste of power, I am afraid that sentient beings will not be able to forget and give it up.

In the early years, Murong Kun was in the most dangerous and vicious snow peak in the rivers and lakes, although he was not the kind of big boss who had hundreds of junior brothers rushing forward with a wave of his arms, but he had a few friends who were strong enough - friends whose strength was close to the top ten in the rivers and lakes.

In this way, as a gang leader, he has a reputation and status.

Fame and status are also the shackles that have locked him in the deep mountains and old forests for ten years.

The rivers and lakes are very cruel!

You have to have the corresponding strength in the position you sit in, otherwise the position will be snatched away and your life will be taken away.

It doesn't matter if the position of the gang leader is, but the top 100 martial arts have become a half-waste, if his enemies know about it, I'm afraid they will wake up laughing in the middle of the night.

Coincidentally, the key to unlocking the shackles is also a right.

After that night, he kept dreaming.

I dreamed of many old people and things in the past, and everyone and everything was clearly visible in the dream, but after waking up, I couldn't remember anything.

It doesn't matter if you can't think of it, it's just a matter of fighting and killing anyway.

However, many times in his dreams, he returned to the days when he was chic and free, and every drunken time was like a hammer striking the chain in Thirteen's heart, awakening his thirst for power.

Finally, the chains in my heart broke, and the invisible prison around me collapsed without a trace......

...

He now calls himself thirteen for the simple reason that he has.

The fourth day of re-emergence.

Thirteen finally saw people in a small, remote village.

As he passed by the entrance of the village, several villagers were carrying hoes and preparing to work in the fields, several children were also playing in the dirt, and several village women were washing their clothes by the stream at the entrance of the village.

It seems that everything in people's lives is similar to what they were a decade ago.

As Thirteen was wandering around the village, he saw a chubby villager coming out of the house with a little donkey, and suddenly had an idea.

Spirits, angry horses, and strange women - these three things are the standard configuration of heroes in the rivers and lakes, and they are indispensable.

Both donkeys and horses are four-legged, both can sit on them, they can walk when they sit on them, and they can save their energy, so there is no difference between riding a donkey and riding a horse, if there is... Now is not the time to worry about this.

Thirteen stopped the fat farmer and asked while taking out the money, "Fat man, how do you sell this donkey?"

When fleeing for his life, the money must be prepared for a little silver taels, these years thirteen only spent a little bit to buy some oil, salt and sundries, and now there are more than a dozen taels of silver on the body, although it is not too much, it must be enough to buy a donkey.

"Twenty-eight thousand, only cash tickets, no bargaining. ”

"What!"

The number that came out of the fat farmer's mouth made Thirteen almost raise his hand and slash him to death.

If it weren't for the farmer's honest appearance, and two small dimples on his mouth when he laughed, Thirteen would have done this.

"What are you talking about!?A donkey sells for twenty-eight thousand eight hundred taels of silver, are you a wild man who has just come out of the mountains?"

"Aren't you?" the anger was exchanged for a chubby-faced farmer's look of contempt.

Thirteen in the Eyes of the Farmer -

He was dressed in one or two or three pieces, with gray hair tied up haphazardly, and his face was covered with dirt and dirt...... Paired into a tattered clothes, wearing cloth shoes on one side and old boots on the other, the boots are also torn and extremely breathable

- A beggar or a refugee, right?

"My donkeys are very rare in the city, and even if they add another 10,000 taels or 20,000 taels, some people will rush to ask for them. ”

"Add another 10,000 taels! Gan Linliang (swear words)! Is this donkey made of gold??"

Back then, when Thirteen rode a sweaty BMW of 5,000 taels on the road, I don't know how many people attracted envious eyes and the charming eyes of the little girls.

Once upon a time, the young man was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, and he saw all the Chang'an flowers in one day!

If such a mountain village man saw such a radiant person, wouldn't he have to kneel down and chant before he dared to speak?

Ten years later, he went out on the road again, and was ridiculed by a mountain villager in this unknown village!?

The face of a generation of masters...

In this way, the people who didn't look at him more than Thirteen were thrown on the ground and stepped on and stepped on, ran over and over......

When Thirteen looked at the back of the farmer leading the little donkey away, he already remembered him in his heart.

(Gan...) When you look back and wait for Lin Quilt to wear a brocade robe, ride a famous horse, and step on your face, you will know what Lin Quilt is a savage or a hero!)

Thirteen scolded the fat-faced villager all the way, and followed him to a slightly larger village.

There is a gathering in the village, where itinerant vendors are gathering to sell daily necessities and small items brought back from outside, and people from the neighborhood come to buy something.

This is the busiest time for the rally, as some people from a little farther have to arrive at noon.

Thirteen experienced a crowd in the crowd that he hadn't seen for many years, and he absorbed a lot of popularity, although the taste was not very good, but it made him feel like he had changed from a lonely ghost to a person again!

"Sell tea, sell tea, herbal tea that clears heat and relieves fire. ”

The shouting of the tea vendors in the crowd caught the attention of Thirteen, who had been drinking rain and dew for ten years, and now he could finally taste other flavors of water.

"How much does a bowl cost?"

"Ten taels. ”

"Cheap! Now, it's all for you. ”

"Thank you!"

Thirteen squatted on the side of the dirt road and drank herbal tea, continuing to enjoy the excitement of returning.

This bowl of herbal tea actually only has two leaves, but Thirteen tastes it slowly one bite at a time, as if he is drinking the best tea with thousands of taels of silver.

A donkey of 20,000 and a bowl of tea of 10 taels.

These two events reminded him that when he was in seclusion, he would occasionally take a piece of broken silver and ask the villagers at the foot of the mountain to buy him some oil, salt and other miscellaneous items.

Broken silver is not too much, only one tael or half a tael, enough to buy hundreds of catties of salt.

However, every time the villagers bought the sundries, Thirteen didn't take much, and the rest was all left for those villagers, enough for them to cope with it for more than half a year.

At first, the villagers, who were so poor that they had few copper coins, were more happy than the Chinese New Year when they saw thirteen handfuls of broken silver in their hands.

Later, the villagers were not so happy when they got the money, and Thirteen thought that they might just get used to such an unfair, bargaining deal.

Later, when the villagers got the silver, they all looked sad, shaking their heads and sighing.

Now that I think about it, I am afraid that the price of goods will rise, and the broken silver given by Thirteen is no longer enough for them to climb mountains and wade outside to buy these things, but they dare not speak out, so there will be fewer and fewer talents in the village......

Recalling the solid life of the year, Thirteen sighed: "It's hard to walk without pennis." ”

Despite the sharp rise in prices, Thirteen didn't find it strange that he had also done business in the business.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the heroes of the rivers and lakes always look like they don't have to worry about money, but how can they survive in the world if they don't have money, it's just that the ways and ways of making money are different from them.