Chapter 14 Hostages
Out of anger. Xiao Changhua was almost bursting with anger.
Feng Jixiang was detained.
This doesn't matter, Magistrate Xiao has already considered the possibility. Just deduct it, is it possible that his life can be used to threaten this government? Haha, even if it is cut into pieces by thieves, so what? The magistrate of Qipin County is called Zhimaguan. What is the chief registrar? Ninth grade, that’s called inferior! The dignified magistrate will not take the life of a person who is not a ninth-grade master book seriously. Having said that, the other party also sent two hostages over, which showed that the thieves were indeed serious about discussing. Magistrate Xiao was angry about this.
The guards brought these two people back. They definitely couldn't live outside. There were so many people talking and chattering. If something unexpected happened, it wouldn't be worth missing out on important events, so they could only quietly settle down in the West Flower Hall of the prefect's Yamen.
That Ronaldinho somehow gave him his hand when they met, and seemed to be easier to talk to. Wen Zouzou should be from a good family; the other one was just a complete fucking bastard! He mopped up a chair and sat down carelessly. His two ruthless eyes glanced around and asked him what his name was. When he opened his mouth, he said his surname was Liu, and then changed his name to Guan. Xiao Changhua made a bet to himself: I'll ask him again later. I will definitely change my surname to Zhang or Zhao - I heard that Mr. Shu found the surname for himself when he talked about "Three Kingdoms", and it can't be wrong! It didn't matter. He grew up in a den of thieves and had no rules. Magistrate Xiao could understand him and secretly nicknamed him "Liu Guan Zhang Zhao".
Not long after he sat down, Liu Guan and Zhang Zhao shamelessly slapped the coffee table and shouted that they were hungry. Well, Lord Magistrate Xiao waved his hand and asked his servants to bring some food. Ronaldinho's eating posture can be seen, but this one is better. He picks up the white fat meat with his two dirty hands and stuffs it into his mouth alternately. It can make people sick to death!
Xiao Changhua sighed, turned his eyes and looked at the banner on the wall that read "Tolerance means greatness". He recited it silently dozens of times and endured it.
Waiting patiently for him to lick the plate clean, I was about to ask a few questions - if you can get some details about the thief, I have to try - this straight thief actually licked her face and said she wasn't full and wanted more!
Magistrate Xiao could only wave his hand again...
The appetite of these two people astonished everyone present - the polite Ronaldinho seemed to be eating quite quietly at first glance, but his speed was no slower than that of Liu Guan and Zhang Zhao! Magistrate Xiao opened his eyes today: the legendary starving ghost reincarnation turns out to be like this!
After finally waiting for the two of them to feel their swollen bellies, they let out a series of long belches. Xiao Changhua picked up the tea cup and was about to ask questions. Liu Guan and Zhang Zhao wiped their oily hands on the tattered clothes, stood up and started to fill up again. Wandering around the house! After touching here and there, I found oil stains everywhere, even I brought down the vase, but I still want to go to the main hall! If you, a thief covered in pudding holes, openly wandered around in the lobby of the magistrate, wouldn't the whole Yulin Prefecture know that we are a thief? Xiao Changhua winked, and the personal guard Xiao Yong who was blocking the door quickly pulled out half of his waist knife, and just blocked the way with his body. There was a "pop" sound, and several big, oily, dirty and red hands appeared on his face. Yinzi - this thief actually slapped him with a big mouth, and then started to curse! Xiao Changhua stared blankly at the spitting stars that burst out from this big mouth like a meteor shower, and reflected the little bits of light under the afterglow of the setting sun, shining and falling. His brain, which could be used to write a poem in seven steps and rely on a horse and a thousand words, went blank for an instant. . Xiao Yong was also dumbfounded: other officials are usually used to buying face and pretending to be a tiger, but he was so shocked that he was blinded... If Ronaldinho hadn't stepped forward to stop him and whispered a few words of persuasion, I don't know what would have happened next. !
Xiao Changhua really wanted to hang this guy up and dip him in cold water with a leather whip. Oh, no, he had to add a lot of coarse salt particles to the water with his own hands and beat him to death. However, he knew very well in his heart that he could only think about it. Forget it, Confucius said: A small impatience will mess up a big plan. These two miserable lives are not worth trading for your bright future.
So he went to Zhou Chizheng with a dark face and said sternly: "These two guys are left to you. If something goes wrong, you are the only one to ask!" He stamped his feet and left.
Zhou Tongpian regretted it: Why did his "disease" suddenly heal when Feng Jixiang left the city? Judging from Xiao Changhua's face, he can no longer be "sick" this time - otherwise, he is definitely, definitely, and certain that he will really get a "serious illness", and he may be sick for the rest of his life! He had no choice but to pick up the hem of his official uniform and trot towards the West Flower Hall.
As the saying goes, wisdom arises out of haste. In just a few dozen steps, Zhou Tongpan, who was "full of courage", thought of the scene he saw in the rebel camp and figured out a clever trick.
"Two distinguished guests, are you interested in playing some tricks?" Before entering the flower hall, Zhou Tongpan's enthusiastic voice came in.
gamble!
This was what left the deepest impression on Zhou Chi in the rebel barracks.
Not to mention the leaf cards, there were only a few complete dice in the barracks - but the lack of gambling equipment was not a problem for the soldiers. Just grabbing a piece of grass and guessing the odds and ends of the odd and even numbers would make the beggars grinning and selflessly excited. Throughout the day, the rebels had little money in their pockets, so the bets were all kinds of:
You can bet on drinking cold water - Zhou Tongpan once witnessed a guy lying on the ground unable to move. His belly filled with well water was as swollen as a suffocated toad. Well, the moaning sound was much quieter than the cry of a toad. .
You can bet on calling me daddy - some guys will call you me and he will call you, and they will kneel down and kowtow solemnly every time. After a while, each guy's face will be covered with dirt and grass leaves. They were all rubbing their dirty hands together excitedly.
You can bet on a slap in the mouth - Zhou Tongpan once watched with interest a guy who had extremely bad luck in gambling. His cheeks were so swollen from being slapped that he looked like a pig that even his own mother could not recognize, and he was still slurring bravely. He mumbles unclearly about revenge, and actively engages in the touching scenes of being beaten in one new gambling game after another.
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Liu Jianlin, oh, it's Guan Jianlin now, of course he wanted to gamble, but he knew that he didn't have even half a copper in his pocket, so he was a little hesitant. On the contrary, Luo Shifan had many clever ideas. He rolled his eyes and responded without saying a word: "Great, great!" Guan Jianlin was still squirming, but he forced him to sit down.
After a brief inspection, he realized that at least one of the two people must be illiterate. Zhou Chizheng clapped his hands and asked someone to bring the dice.
In the blink of an eye, the three people, whose identities, status, appearance, and positions were all very different, gathered around and started shouting like brothers.
Feng Jixiang, who stayed in the camp, was miserable. Before Chen time passed, Guan Shengyun had already slapped another broken table and shouted three times that he was going to stew him. Fortunately, he was stopped by Magistrate Luo, oh, Master Luo now. Master Luo is really a good man. When he went to Fucheng pitifully to beg for money and food, he made things difficult for him many times. He really didn't hold a grudge... Chief Feng was moved and wrote a letter according to Master Luo's instructions. He swore that these "righteous men" were very enthusiastic and considerate in taking care of him, and that his safety was absolutely guaranteed. On the one hand, he implored Prefect Xiao to immediately send more capable subordinates with the power to make on-the-spot judgments to "negotiate the details of the recruitment." At the end, I mentioned euphemistically that there are "thousands" of "righteous men" outside who are working all night long to build various "offensive and defensive war equipment" so that they can be "used in the city" - the mystery of Chinese characters is here: "righteous men" are the Whether the war equipment was used for ramming the city wall, or it was built and given to the prefect for use - anyone who got the letter from Master Feng could explain it. It's a pity that Chief Feng has lost his mind: writing skills are the result of many years of training in the officialdom and have become instinctive. If it were normal times, the double act sung by Guan and Luo would have been seen through long ago.
Xiao Changhua was not a fool. He had sent out several scouts the night before yesterday to get a glimpse of the true nature of the bandits - most people who had been able to carry money, food, soldiers and horses on their shoulders in the important border town for so many years would have been kicked down long ago. Besides, Mr. Yuan, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, who has students all over the world, will not make a special trip to the house of Mr. Wang, the Minister of the Ministry of War, to eat a mouthful of hot dogwood for every named student!
Unfortunately, Guan Shengyun and Luo Yonghao are not stupid either.
The former was born in the frontier army and received systematic professional training for more than ten years, while the latter has been in officialdom for a long time - not to mention his former glory, a single magistrate has not moved his home for seven or eight years, which can really be considered a long time - he is familiar with it. The two men, who had had enough to eat and drink, murmured about the way the government operated and made some arrangements.
Gu Baihua is a horse thief from Yunnan. He was arrested in a siege by officers and soldiers many years ago. The first culprit was exposed to the public. As an accessory, he was transferred into the army. Now he leads a battalion here in Guan Shengyun. The night before last, he and several other battalion officers had dinner around the white silver box. He was stroking the high-quality official silver ingots and looking at the big hole on the roof of the tent with confusion, dreaming about marrying a wife - in his imagination. The daughter-in-law was the image of Xizi, a private prostitute, and the only woman he had ever met in his life... It was a pity that the sweet dream did not last long. As soon as saliva flowed from his mouth, Guan Shengyun took her out and picked her according to Master Luo's instructions. Twenty or so guys with excellent riding skills mounted fast horses that had been prepared for the run and disappeared into the night.
Xiao Changhua looked at the two bloody heads in front of him, and his fear gradually outweighed his anger, even though these two people were his confidants.
Early in the morning, at the turn of the Yin Mao period, the three sent out sentries all returned - one of them was the owners of the two heads, Xiao Ren and Xiao Li. The servants of Magistrate Xiao were named after Da Yong, Tian’s personal master in the army, based on benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, and trust (in order to express awe, the two words "tian" and "jun" were homophonic).
According to Xiao Yi, at night, while they were lying far away, they saw brightly lit lights in the thieves' camp and busy people moving around. There must have been two or three thousand people in that formation! According to normal analysis, those who work should be auxiliary soldiers, and at most the garrison soldiers. The soldiers are sleeping and resting to recharge their batteries - Xiao Changhua thought of Feng Jixiang's last letter about the thieves' strength. It's "five thousand tigers and wolves", I'm afraid it's too little - it was just dawn, he and Xiao Jun heard movement a mile or two to the east, and wanted to explore further, but they were attacked by forty or fifty enemy cavalry not far away. Take the back road. This number was greatly exaggerated. Gu Baihua only brought more than 20 people in total, divided into two teams, with only about ten people in each team. The leader of the thieves threw two heads over and said that he was patrolling for Mr. Xiao of Yulin Mansion. He had just captured and killed two bandits and asked him to bring them to Mr. Xiao for credit! Of course Xiao Yi knew Xiao Ren and Xiao Li. In order to survive, he hurriedly picked them up and brought them back. The thieves shouted from behind that they would kill as many bandits as they poked their heads in, so that Mr. Xiao could rest assured... On the way back, they encountered another road. ——Their situation is similar!
While I was in a state of confusion, I received another report: Someone had sent another book to the thief!
