The old house on Duijin Street didn't have many servants, just the cook who usually did laundry and cooking, plus two guys who chopped wood and made fires and did odd jobs. By this time, they had all finished their work and returned home.
In such a big house, only Uncle Zhong and Yang Meng were left to keep company.
He was limping along while carrying the hot, freshly cooked meat porridge.
Thin raindrops were blowing outside the eaves. When I looked outside, I saw dark clouds covering the moonlight, and occasionally there were dull thunders.
"It's going to rain again, what a killer weather!"
Uncle Zhong slowly moved to the backyard. Brother Quan's body was not intact, but there was a pair of clothes in the coffin. Master Meng has been staying here day and night, almost never leaving.
boom!
Electric snakes danced wildly, silver light leaked to the ground, followed by rumbling thunderbolts.
Overwhelm all the noise in the world!
"Master Meng..."
Uncle Zhong took out the key and opened the wooden door of the backyard, but his eyes reflected a dozen lean men wearing barefoot shorts, holding short knives and harpoons in their mouths.
Yang Meng, who was wrapped in linen, stood beside the large nanmu coffin and looked sideways:
"Every wrong has its owner, every debt has its owner...Zhong? Didn't I tell you to go to bed and rest as soon as night fell? Why are you running around?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the pouring raindrops poured down like the Milky Way bursting its banks.
Crackling, falling on the bricks and tiles, making a dense sound.
"Master Meng..."
In an instant, more than a dozen eyes fell on him. Uncle Zhong was so frightened that he stammered:
"I saw that you didn't eat anything at night, so I thought I'd give you a bowl of meat porridge."
YangMeng waved his hand, lowered his head and sighed. A lean man with fleshless cheeks silently stepped forward to take the still warm coarse porcelain bowl.
"Master Meng, did I bother you?"
Uncle Zhong had a stiff smile on his face and bent his waist as much as possible.
These people don't look like good people. Could they be the thugs that Meng Ye commanded the Fish Pen Guards to subjugate before?
He glanced at the lean man's arm and saw a dark kite tattoo exposed. His eyes suddenly widened and his teeth chattered, but he didn't squeeze out a word for a long time.
"Master Meng? Why are you so angry?"
The lean man was holding hot porridge and turned to look at Yang Meng.
"Stay far away and don't do anything in the house. He has been with me for many years and we have some affection."
Uncle Zhong was so angry that his whole body trembled and he staggered back, his old eyes filled with bloodshot eyes:
"Anti-Tiandao! Lord Meng...how could you get involved with the water thief..."
YangMeng's face was expressionless, as cold as iron:
"Zhong, what you are asking is confusing. The fish farm is exploiting you and other lowly households, but you think it is natural and you are willing to endure it;
When the water thieves burn, kill, and loot, you just think that they are heinous and hope that someone will make the decision... Both are actually the same.
The boss is a blood-drinking thief, and the water thief is a meat-eating bandit! What’s the difference between being the boss’s dog or the leader of the water thieves…”
Uncle Zhong burst into tears. He never expected that Yang Meng, whom he regarded as his benefactor, would actually collude with the largest den of thieves in Heishui River, Anti-Tiandao!
"Master Meng...I...YangMeng! You kill people and set fires and you will not die well!"
"Xie talks a lot!"
The lean man didn't have the patience to listen to the old man's nonsense, so he knocked Uncle Zhong to the ground with one slap, and then kicked him again.
After confirming that he couldn't move, he strode out of the backyard like he was carrying a dead pig waiting to be slaughtered.
Boom!
The rain is pouring down, and the momentum is getting worse!
YangMeng took the bowl of cold meat porridge from the others, swallowed it in big gulps and wiped it clean:
"Where did you say just now? Oh, yes, every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner!
Brothers, we have overcome the storms and waves in recent years.
They were not chased away by the fish pen, nor were they killed by Lei Xiong.
The worst time was due to bad luck. I bumped into the instructor who was fishing in the river, killing most of the masters and even the boss was injured!
After surviving until now, I can finally take a breath and not go to see the Dragon King!
After cultivating health and recuperating for so long, it’s time to stir up some splashes! "
When the men in the dozen barefoot shorts, who looked like water ghosts, heard this, they all gritted their teeth and their eyes turned red.
It's not that I feel sad for my dead brother, but I think of the miserable days of sitting in the reeds and drinking from the northwest wind.
You don’t even have to eat any salt, it’s really miserable!
"Master Meng, as long as you confess! We will risk our lives to make a big deal with you!"
"That's right, that's right! We've had enough of living like a bird with a mouth that's neither human nor ghost!"
"Master Meng, please speak..."
YangMeng raised his hand and pressed it down, and said in a deep voice:
"Don't worry, the coach is staying in the county right now. This is a vicious man, we can't fight him."
As soon as these words came out, the clamor suddenly stopped.
The throats of the many water thieves who showed their evil looks were rolling, and fear appeared in their eyes, all like wild dogs that had put away their claws.
"Ning Haichan... really can't be offended. Ahem, brother Yang Meng, you summoned us here today and said you had a big deal."
The water thieves moved out of the way, revealing a middle-aged man with a blue face. He was dressed in shorts and had dark skin, resembling a fisherman.
"The boss!"
YangMeng cupped his fists and bowed:
"It's indeed a big deal. It's done. It's enough for the brothers to eat meat and drink wine for a while. Every word is true and there is no intention to deceive."
The middle-aged man seemed to be seriously ill, and his face looked even worse under the pouring rain:
"Brother Yang Meng, we have always been trustworthy in your work. During the most exciting years of Anti-Tiandao, we relied on you to inform us and send some cargo ships to the door. I trust you.
If Feng Shui had not taken turns to take away the word "Back" and hit the evil star Ning Haichan, he would not be in the situation where he is now, and he has to rely on the autumn wind to get some oil and salt. "
Yang Meng remained silent. He also came from a lowly family in Heishui River. Both his parents made a living by fishing.
Because his body and bones were strong enough, he sold himself into the fish pen and sneaked into the guard selection, and then he learned boxing and kicking skills.
The twelve taels you receive every month is not enough to cover your expenses. When will you be able to survive?
Yang Meng was afraid of poverty and did not want to live a hard life anymore.
So he secretly became the spy of the water thief and made a fortune in partnership with the Anti-Tiandao.
Relying on the money earned from dividing accounts, he curried favor with the master of the fish farm, climbing higher and higher step by step, and was promoted to the leader.
The middle-aged man coughed twice and returned to the topic:
"Let's talk about this deal in detail. Without any income, a lot of people will starve to death in the reed swamps."
YangMeng raised his head and looked at the leader of Anti-Tiandao:
"Tie someone up! Do your job! Catch a fry!"
Thieves and bandits have many slang words.
The thieves on Green Forest Road kidnapped the hostages and called them "rice transplanters".
The water pirates who live in rivers, lakes and seas are called "catching fish fry" and "laying fragrant bait".
"who?"
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows.
"Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner! He made me lose my son, and I also told him to have no heirs!"
YangMeng raised his eyelids and softly spit out a name.
boom!
Another muffled thunder rolled past!
"Okay, okay! It's indeed a big deal! Let's discuss what to do?"
The middle-aged man heard clearly and licked his mouth like a hungry wolf.
“Every year before winter in Heihe County, people worship at the Dragon King Temple to pray for good spring weather in the coming year.
Ning Haichan doesn't like liveliness, so he is definitely not in the county. Owners like Fish Farm, Firewood Market, and Huo Kiln will all come forward to take charge of the overall situation.
I chose that day for the funeral, and we hid the weapons in the coffin. Brothers came up from the dry well in the backyard, wearing sackcloth and mourning and pretending to be mourners.
Let's act quickly. When we get to the place, we'll cut down the people we see. Then we'll set fire to the shops in other directions. We'll grab the meat coupons and tie them to the boat. We'll hide in the reeds of Lost Soul Bay. The gods will be hard to find! "
YangMeng was thinking clearly, as if he had been planning for a long time. Heavy raindrops splashed on his face, and he wiped them away and shook them off:
"The old man only has such a son! I'm asking him to cut his flesh and bleed his blood for a price of ten thousand taels!"
The middle-aged man let out a breath of heat and gave a thumbs up:
"What a plan! I have broken through the third level of practice, and with the help of a few good hands, I am not afraid of fighting Lei Xiong on the water!
What's more, he is a lazy donkey who may not be able to move the fish pen!
Brother YangMeng, you have been a great favor to our Anti-Tiandao. After this is done, I can do one thing for you.
Ning Haichan can't afford to offend his apprentice, the boy named Bai..."
The anti-Tiandao leader pondered for a moment and shook his head calmly:
"Well, forget it, you can't mess with him. Killing him is just a hornet's nest.
Liang Laoshi! He is your biggest enemy, how about I help you get rid of him? "
Yang Meng's linen clothes were soaked to the skin. He turned to look at the coffin:
"Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner! Someone made me lose my son, and I want him to have no offspring!"
