It was dark and misty, and Han Changmu was too far away to see clearly the expression on Li Huowei's face. All he could hear was that his voice was completely devoid of simplicity. It was shrewd and arrogant, filled with greed and bloodshed, like a vulture seeing carrion: "Eighty Ten thousand yuan, do you want it or not?"
The mute girl sheathed her sword with a swish, her eyes were bright, and she had the naivety and naivety of a young girl, but when she opened her mouth, she showed vicissitudes of life and roughness: "Li Shengshi, are you so kind-hearted as to give me a piece of the pie?"
Li Huwei laughed arrogantly: "Why do you think I want to give you a piece of the pie?" He walked over slowly, looked at the mute girl's elegant and refined appearance, stretched out his hand and pinched her chin, half-smiling but not smiling: "Although I think you are old even though you are my mother, your little appearance is really attractive. I was very hungry, so I reluctantly ate."
The mute woman waved her sword angrily: "Li, you dare to humiliate me."
"Hurt you?" Li Huowei smiled sarcastically: "Then how dare I do it? Your subordinates numbering in the hundreds or so are not allowed to beat me to death?"
With such a sarcastic and sharp mouth, the mute woman wanted to tear him to pieces, but she couldn't. She gritted her teeth and said: "Li, I made a promise to him. I won't touch you. If you have anything to say, just say it. Fart quickly."
Li Huwei had ridiculed enough and told the mute girl the cause and effect of the matter. He stared to the west and said: "I think they are determined to get the salary. As long as you follow them closely, you will definitely find the whereabouts of the salary."
The mute girl hesitated for a moment and didn't speak for a while, but she already looked moved.
Greed is a spark entrenched in the human heart. Just add a handful of firewood and it can start a prairie fire.
Li Huwei smiled and sent the sparks of the Spark Fan flying: "Young Master has been planning for so long, but in the end the Holy Lord got there first. Young Master didn't say anything, but you and I both know what he was thinking in his heart. You know it well, Mrs. Zhou, put aside your personal grudges between you and me, can you just sit back and watch the future of the young master?"
The mute woman was stunned for a moment, and then chattered coldly: "Then tell me how much I can share."
Li Huwei smiled: "How much I will give you depends on how much effort you put in."
The mute girl also laughed: "The man named Li is scheming, please tell me and listen."
Guard Li grinned: "They are divided into two teams. One team goes west, and the other team returns to the fifth beacon. The surname is Zhou, you are a woman, you choose first."
The mute girl said nothing bitterly, but waved to the old man who had been quiet all this time, got on his horse, and headed west.
The sound of horse hooves quickly faded away, Li Weiwei grinned, the moonlight fell on his pale face, his expression became more and more serious.
He carefully inspected the horse and luggage left behind by the mute girl, and found that although the two of them had a dispute, the things she had prepared were quite complete, including food, grass, water, salt, and medicinal materials.
He calculated the time for Han Changmu to leave, and without hesitation, he got on his horse and rushed towards the fifth beacon.
One person and one horse disappeared into the vast night, and the yellow sand gathered and dispersed under the deep sky.
After a while of silence, Han Changmu and the two climbed up from behind the rock, their bodies covered with sand and their faces covered with gray.
At this time of year, the night in Mohe Yanqi was already very chilly. The two of them had been lying on the ground for so long, and the cold wind had already penetrated the bones, making their hands and feet sore from the cold.
Han Changmu patted the sand all over his body and looked at the direction in which Guard Li was going. He did not catch up immediately. Instead, he found a tall and raised rock and sat down to rest.
About an hour later, a high cart, followed by two horses, drove in a circle and arrived at Yanshan.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao greeted him.
Helian Wenyuan jumped down from the high car, with a weathered face, and solemnly said: "Sir, as you expected, Guard Li chased after you."
Han Changmu nodded: "Did he notice you?"
Helian Wenyuan smiled and shook his head: "No, it was already dark, so I hid behind the low wall and watched him ride past. I couldn't see him until I came out."
Han Changmu looked at the vast night and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Okay, let him chase him. Let's rest in Jinbo Valley for the night and leave at dawn."
Helian Wenyuan hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly said: "Well, Master, well, how about we spend the night on this rocky mountain."
The cold wind blew across the unobstructed rocky mountain, and the sound of the wind penetrated people as sadly as the howling of ghosts and wolves.
Yao Yao felt that there was a chill even in the seams of his bones. He couldn't help but tighten his collar and wondered: "Brother Helian, there are houses at the bottom of the valley. It's better than sleeping in the open on this rocky mountain. Why can't you go down and live there?" Woolen cloth."
Helian Wenyuan touched the horse's back and was silent for a long time before he hesitated and hesitated: "The Jinbo Valley is very unlucky. It's unlucky to pass by. I'll stay overnight for fear of ghosts."
After hearing these words, Han Changmu suddenly smiled and urged his horse to go down to the bottom of the valley first.
Yao Yao followed closely behind, curled his lips, and smiled softly at Helian Wenyuan: "Brother Helian, with a living king of hell like him, all the little devils will stay away."
This cry of brother made Helian Wenyuan feel chills. People who didn't know it would really think that she was a soft and soft little girl.
He looked at the sky speechlessly.
That's right. Even evil ghosts are not as bloodthirsty as him, the living king of hell.
Under the blue sky, the roof with yellow mud tiles outlines the undulating outline, and the withered poplar trees lie on the ground, which will trip people if they are not careful.
Han Changmu and Helian Wenyuan both held torches. The night was deep and the fire was dim, only dimly illuminating the surrounding area.
After walking a few steps forward, Han Changmu didn't hear Yao Yao's movement and looked back.
I saw Yao Yao hanging slowly and leisurely behind, and his whole body was filled with light. The light shone directly on the wall. You could see the yellow mud peeling off and the red willow branches wrapped around the wall.
But the strange thing is that she doesn't have a torch or anything like that in her hand, but there is a strange-shaped lamp hanging on the horse beside her.
He suppressed his curiosity and slowly walked toward the village by the light of the torch.
Low and toppled houses can be seen everywhere, and poplar wood doors and windows half-hanging on the walls creak.
After finally finding a house that had not collapsed and was relatively complete, Helian Wenyuan pushed the door.
There was a creak, then a muffled sound, and the door suddenly hit the sand.
The sand and soil are flying, and insects and ants are jumping around, finally adding a bit of life to this dead village.
Helian Wenyuan waved his hand, brushed away the dust, took a torch and shined a light into the house, turned around and said: "Master, the kang in this house has not collapsed yet."
Han Changmu came closer and took a look. Although the door fell down, it did not fall apart. It was tied up to block the door, which could block the cold wind. The big kang stove in the room was intact.
He nodded with satisfaction and followed Helian Wenyuan into the room: "Okay, let's rest here tonight."
Yao Yao followed him into the house, took off the lamp on his horse and placed it on the edge of the dusty kang, which immediately illuminated half of the room.
It was bitingly cold in this room, the window paper on the windows had long melted, and the cold wind blew into the room.
Helian Wenyuan settled the horses, found water and mixed it with yellow mud, and pasted an indigo-blue furoshiki on the window that was leaking air everywhere.
Although the stove was still intact, the large iron pot was covered with thick dust. Over time, the dust plate formed into a hard mud shell, which was almost integrated with the bottom of the pot.
Yao Yao leaned forward with great effort, half of his body buried in the pot, trying to clean away the dust in the pot so that he could cook a pot of porridge to ward off the cold.
Helian Wenyuan came in with dry firewood and happened to see Yao Yao lying in the pot and Han Changmu cleaning the dust on the big kang.
He chuckled: "Miss Ayao, are you trying to stew yourself?"
Yao Yao turned his head, revealing a gray face, and then looked at his body half buried in the pot, and also smiled: "It really looks like it."
Han Changmu smiled faintly: "Ah Yao, do you want to cook? Don't bother washing the big pot. Just use the copper bowl."
Yao Yao groaned, lit the fire with Helian Wenyuan, and set up a small copper bowl. After the water boiled, she sprinkled a handful of mutton into the copper bowl.
The mutton was in the copper bowl. As the boiling water rose and fell, the faint aroma of the meat slowly came out, which shocked the three people who had been walking in the desert for a long time.
Helian Wenyuan smiled: "Miss Ayao, where did you get the mutton?"
Yao Yao smiled triumphantly and said: "Fifth Feng, I bought some of the air-dried mutton from the owner of the wine shop, cut it into small pieces and took it with me."
As she spoke, she sprinkled another handful of green salt into the copper bowl, followed by another handful of dark green vegetable grains.
Helian Wenyuan was even more surprised. He looked at Yao Yao back and forth and said with a smile: "Miss A Yao, what else did you bring?"
Yao Yao spread his hands and sighed with regret: "That's all, no more."
Helian Wenyuan smiled: "This is Miss Ayao's first time back to Mohe Yanqi, and it is very rare to be so well prepared."
Yao Yao grinned: "I'm just greedy."
Han Changmu's face darkened as he listened to the one-on-one answers between the two. He became more and more suspicious that Yao Yao had some details that he had not found out, and that he knew so much about Mohe Yanqi.
He looked at the lamp on the edge of the Kang. The dim yellow light was dyed on the crystal clear lampshade, and the transparent lampshade reflected his deep eyebrows.
He looked at the complicated and weird lamp and asked thoughtfully: "A Yao, what is this lamp called?"
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment, then concealed a smile: "This lamp is called," an idea flashed in her mind, and she said with a smile, "This lamp is called the Angry Wind Lantern."
Han Changmu was stunned and frowned slightly: "How come I haven't heard of this name before."
Yao Yao's eyes flashed narrowly, and he composed in a serious tone: "That's what the big food merchants call them. This lamp was also bought from the big food merchants' shop."
After saying this, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The big food businessman, the all-powerful scapegoat, has shouldered many thunders for her along the way.
"Really?" Han Changmu looked deeply at Yao Yao, squinted his eyes and smiled inscrutably.
