Just when everyone was arguing, Ba Jinlun noticed that there was a figure around him, obviously the whole city had already started, and he didn't care to see if Dongfang Jian had killed the boy with a sword, but took advantage of everyone's inattention, and quietly hid in the small courtyard behind the inn.

He secretly went to the city gate to investigate, and sure enough, the city gate was closed, and the soldiers of the brigade guarded the city gate, as if facing a great enemy. Soon, a brocade guard stepped forward to interrogate the pedestrians one by one, and Ba Jinlun had to cover his swollen face with his collar and go to a sparsely populated place.

Since he entered Suzhou City, most of the day has passed, except for drinking half a pot of wine with Wang Mingtu in Yiqing Building, he has not eaten a drop of rice, and he has run all the way and has been beaten fat, this will be really hungry.

Seeing that in a steamed bun shop opposite, the guy was serving a steaming basket of big meat buns to the table, he looked around, and did not see any official errands, so he immediately came to the steamed bun shop with an arrow, took out the silver in his arms with one hand, and grabbed the bun with the other.

Bang - The bun shop guy held a wooden stick with a thick arm and slammed it on the shin of Ba Jinlun's calf, "Where did the beggar come from, do you understand the rules, go to the porridge shop set up by Zhou Dashan in the north of the city to beg for porridge when you are hungry, come here to die, get out!"

Ba Jinlun had a sharp pain in his left leg, and he didn't know if the leg bone was cracked, so he was paralyzed on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to argue that he was not a beggar.

This guy caught up and made up two more feet, only to be scolded back by the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper was kind, and when he saw the miserable appearance of Ba Jinlun's broken blood, he threw a meat bun over.

He was not blessed to eat the meat bun, because when he saw that the bun was about to roll to his side, a big black dog roared, and with lightning speed, took the bun in one gulp, causing the guy to hold his stomach and laugh.

Ba Jinlun glared at the guy viciously, not daring to stay here for a long time, dragging his injured leg, and slowly crawling towards a side alley. The alley was so remote that it was less than six feet wide, with low eaves on either side, and clotheslines running through it, and large trousers hung with flowers, and it was evident that it was a gathering place for the city's poor.

Seeing that there was no one around, he picked up a stone from the ground and began to carve it vigorously in the corner of the wall, and according to what the king's disciples had taught him, he first carved a secret mark on the gate of the Hehuan Valley, which roughly explained what had happened, and then he drew a lifelike little turtle, and made a big × on the turtle's mouth.

"Well, Mo Yan - return, that's pretty much what it means, you should be able to understand it. He said to himself that since he had no hope of leaving the city, he would leave such secret marks everywhere, hoping that Senior Sister Mo would see this mark one day.

Suddenly, a short stick was inserted in front of his eyes, and what appeared in front of him were two beggars, an old man and a young beggar, the old beggar had yellow teeth and said in a hoarse voice: "Boy, where are you, have you crossed the line, this is the territory of our southern city!"

He opened his mouth to say that he was not a beggar, but his mouth was dry for a while, and his throat was so hoarse that he could not speak.

Ba Jinlun's heart is like 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping by, this fucking Suzhou City, when a thief robs a job, and is more than himself, when a beggar is not skilled, he can't even grab a dog when he grabs a bun, and now, he is disgusted by such a dirty and smelly old beggar, and for a while he feels that his life is gloomy.

The little beggar behind the old beggar looked at him pitifully, but he couldn't bear to say, "Uncle Chen, let's not embarrass him, let's take him back." ”

The old beggar touched the little beggar's head and scolded with a smile: "Silly boy, you have a good heart." ”

"Let's go, come back with us. I'm Xiao San, this is my Uncle Chen, but I'm a well-known figure in our beggar gang, a disciple of three bags!" the little beggar grinned.

......

In the south of Suzhou, the temple is broken

More than 20 beggars sat in three rows, stretched their necks in unison, and looked out of the temple. Ba Jinlun sat in the farthest position in the back row, and his neck was stretched out.

Xiao San sat next to Ba Jinlun, his thin body leaning against the pillar, and he was bumping Erlang's legs upside down, "Xiao Wu, I said that you can be clever in a while, and if you are slow, you will have nothing." ”

Wang Xiaowu is the pseudonym of Ba Jinlun, and the beggars in this broken temple call him "Xiao Wu", only this Xiao San is younger than him, so every time Xiao San calls Xiao Wu, Ba Jinlun chokes half to death.

"Your little fifth brother hasn't seen any scenes, I want to ...... at the beginning"

After Ba Jinlun finished speaking, he heard Uncle Chen shouting from outside the temple:

"Come on—"

The beggars in the temple suddenly jumped up one after another, turned into charging knights, and rushed towards the temple gate. Ba Jinlun only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and Xiao San, who was still hanging on Erlang's legs, was gone.

When Ba Jinlun dragged his limping injured leg out of the temple, he saw Uncle Chen holding a large wooden basin, and the last shriveled steamed bun was lying quietly at the bottom of the basin.

Xiao San stuffed a bun in his mouth, and a bun in his hand, his eyes were so beautiful that they narrowed into slits, "I said Xiao Wu...... Well...... You've made progress today, at least you can grab a steamed bun. ”

Ba Jinlun put down his hand stupidly, "This steamed bun is Uncle Chen's ......"

Uncle Chen smiled and slapped him on the back of the head, "Boy, eat, the old man has eaten outside." ”

Hearing what Uncle Chen said, Ba Jinlun happily ran to the water tank with a steamed bun, took a broken bowl and filled a large bowl of cold water, squatted on the side of the steps and chewed.

was eating, someone next to him arched his shoulders, but Xiao San squeezed over, "This is for you, I can't eat it." Xiao San said and handed over the bun in his hand.

Ba Jinlun pushed it back, "Your little fifth brother never grabs food with children, and plays at the same time." ”

"Hey, I'm thirteen, okay, it's been three years since I came out to mix in this business, and if you want to be in another sect, you still have to call me Senior Brother!" Xiao San broke the bun, "Oh, one person and half, okay." ”

Ba Jinlun actually coveted the bun in his heart, so he took it humbly.

"Well, have you heard? Tomorrow we can't stay in the ruined temple, we all have to go to the streets to find out the news. Xiao San said.

"Why?"

"Because there is a big case in Suzhou City!" Xiao San lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "He Ziyan, do you know? It's that Emei fairy He Ziyan, a big beauty." ”

"I don't know, how beautiful is it?" said Bajinlun's head shook like a rattle.

Xiao San raised an admiring face and gestured with his hand, "White and tender, as beautiful as a big bun......"

"Beautiful fart, no breasts, no ass, very astringent. Ba Jinlun rolled his eyes when he heard this, and the ghost brought out Lao Wang's comment by mistake.

"What are you talking about?" Xiao San didn't hear clearly.

"I didn't ...... Didn't say anything," Ba Jinlun snorted and ripped the words away, "What the hell is wrong with this chick?"

Xiao San leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I heard that I was damaged by a thief, and I was sold to Dongying by human traffickers!"

Ba Jinlun almost choked to death on the bun stuffing in his mouth, he coughed for a long time, and poured a large mouthful of cold water before he could breathe. Is this kid reliable or not, why is this version less out of tune than the black pot on Lao Wang's back.

"The heroes are all discussing how to save people, and we little shrimps are responsible for detecting the enemy or something. Ming'er, let's take care of the south of the city, even if it's just a mouse passing by, we have to count how many hairs on its tail are!"

Early in the morning of the second day, Ba Jinlun and Xiao San were divided into a group, and Lao Chen assigned them the task of keeping an eye on a gambling house on Panmen Road. Each of them received a broken bowl and a bamboo pole, and then squatted on the opposite side of the full house, watching all kinds of characters go in and out of the door of the gambling house.

Ba Jinlun yawned a lot, it was really boring, the people who came and went in this gambling house were either fat and big-eared rich businessmen, or frivolous sons, and occasionally one or two slightly beautiful women from good families passed by, and they were also frightened by the two strong male bodyguards standing at the door of the gambling house, and they ran away with their little feet.

A few copper coins fell into the broken bowl in front of them.

"The eldest lord is blessed with longevity and health, and he lives a long life...... the two responded weakly, this morning, the copper money has made a lot of money, but there is no suspicious person.

Xiao San stretched his waist and muttered, "Little Wu, why don't I talk to Uncle Chen, this errand is too boring...... Hey, Little Five?. ”

I saw Ba Jinlun bowed, staring directly at a white-clothed man who had just walked into the gambling house, this look was like a wolf hunting.