After five minutes, I helped him up and asked, "Now we have our most important token, Erji... No, Miss Guan San, can she return to Baotou to lead the Beggar Gang?"
Uncle Liu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's not that easy. Now that we have obtained the token, we can only get the right name at most. There is still a long way to go before we can keep our word."
"how do I say this?"
He explained: "If you want to be obedient, you must have a group of people with strong promises to stand up and support the third lady, and this group of people refers to the martial beggars scattered all over the country. There are seven martial beggars around the eldest young master. There’s not even one around us!”
I frowned and said, "I probably understand. There is a rebellion now. This token is like the royal seal in ancient times. You want to use this royal seal to call on the beggars from all over the world to serve the king, right?"
"What's wrong with being a king? We are just beggars, but your metaphor is correct."
Uncle Liu said seriously: "Didn't I tell you before that we are going to find Guandi Temple, a beggar gang in Guangdong? I'm not lying to you. It's true. It can be said that it belongs to Master Guan and Miss San. My family, as long as we get there, we will be safe, no matter how powerful Wang Xixie is, he will not dare to go wild on the Guandi Temple's territory."
I said since we are related, wouldn't it be enough to just borrow enough men and horses from there to kill them?
Uncle Liu shook his head: "Don't you think that Jinmen is divided into Southern Beggars and Northern Beggars? Similarly, our beggar sect is also divided into Southern Beggars and Northern Beggars! The third lady and the people in Guandi Temple are relatives of the next generation! It's impossible for people to Send hundreds or even thousands of people over to fight with the Baotou Gang! Being able to take us in despite the pressure is already the best result!"
I said: "There is no way to go to heaven, and there is no way to go down to the earth. It seems that this matter is not easy for you to deal with. Otherwise... I will get an AK47 for each of the five of you? You go back and give the king's leather shoes directly." Forget it Tutu."
Uncle Liu knew that I was telling a joke, but he was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Remember, there is always a path, boy. I have already thought of a plan."
"On March 28 next year, there will be a grand Beggar Clan Conference in Dali! It is held every year! Next year will be the 64th one! On that day, the world-famous Chunyang Five Beggars will appear! As long as the Third Miss can win over Chun Yang Yang Five Beggars! Then let’s fight back to Baotou, it’s just around the corner!”
"What the hell, five beggars of Chunyang? I've never heard of it, does it sound awesome?"
Uncle Liu nodded: "There is a saying in our gang that the world's martial beggars should produce five beggars! There are five beggars in Chunyang, and those five can stop thousands of troops!"
I thought to myself, there are definitely masters like this who can fight one against a hundred. Xie Qirong, Master Zhe, Master Yu, and Brother Yu are all like this. But five people can defeat thousands of troops. This is a bit of a boast. .
Later, I found out the real situation, and I was wrong. The so-called Chunyang Five Beggars are indeed awesome, and each of them has their own unique magic. These five people are the top combat power of today's Beggar Clan, and they are the ceiling of martial beggars.
As of today, there is still this Beggar Clan Conference in Dali! It’s over eighty years old, and it’s the 28th day of the third lunar month! It can be said that there were tens of thousands of beggars that day, and beggars gathered together. If you don’t believe it, just go and watch. If there hadn’t been this beggar gang meeting, I would have picked off my own head and thrown it on the ground to play with as a ball!
Of course, on that day, ordinary beggars from all over the world will gather and chat on the street, but Dawu beggars and the like will not be on the street. They have their own gathering place in Dali. I opened a canteen there a long, long time ago, right on the territory of Dawu Beggar. Think about it, can I hang out there if I don't have any connections?
Having said that, I’m just complaining by the way: I’ve been running a canteen for two years, and I’ve only made money for one damn month!
But then I was reported and fined 5,000 yuan because I forgot to remove expired food from the shelves, and all the money I earned in that month went into it.
Time, fate, luck, what can I do? So my tuck shop closed down.
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"Master Liu, don't forget, the person hasn't been dealt with yet?"
"Yes! We were so busy talking! We almost forgot to do business!"
I whispered: "If I guessed correctly, Yu Beitou should have bought this scrapyard from someone else. After we deal with the person, we will post a notice and say that I have something to do and have returned to my hometown. How about it?" "
Uncle Liu nodded: "Okay, but where is the safest place to bury people? This is your specialty."
It was the middle of the night, so I thought about it and said, "Just use his tricycle to pull the person to the North Fourth Ring Bridge construction site and bury him. When the cement foundation is laid over there, no one will be able to find him." , God doesn’t know, ghost doesn’t know.”
After confirming the plan, Uncle Liu and I were ready to implement it. When we reached the door of the bungalow, I stretched out my hand to stop Uncle Liu who was about to open the door.
"What?" Uncle Liu asked softly.
I looked at the wooden door in front of me and frowned.
Because I clearly remember that the door was closed tightly just now.
But now, the door is open a crack.
