"Aji, you lost." Old Beggar said with a smile, "You didn't tell me... they died earlier than me."
"I just saw it."
"Forget it, drag me out, I want to see the moon."
Zhang Guiji lifted the old beggar's shoulders and dragged him out of the temple with great difficulty.
When he successfully moved the old beggar outside, the dark clouds just blinded the bright moon.
Lao Jinghua spat: "Damn you, mother..." and then died.
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Groups of fleeing teams set off to the north, leaving corpses one after another on the road.
The dead bodies all looked the same, as dry and flat as dried fish that had been exposed to the sun for a year.
Zhang Guiji is lucky.
He met a kidnapper.
The kidnapper saw him walking alone on the road, so of course he dragged him here unceremoniously.
The child can be sold to others on the road and make a lot of money.
Otherwise, if you are too hungry and have no choice, you can kill it and eat it, but it would be a pity.
If Zhang Guiji was clean, she would be fair and cute, and it would not be difficult to sell her to a rich man who likes to molest children.
He and the kidnapper depended on each other along the way, and he listened to the kidnapper and called him daddy.
The two of them walked for three or four months before reaching the south bank of the Yangtze River. Looking across the bank, they saw a city.
"After crossing the river, we are at Jiangning Mansion."
Even if the kidnapper didn't tell him, Zhang Guiji knew the words and knew that the word "Jiangning" was written on the boundary monument.
Behind the boundary monument is the boundary of Jiangning.
Jiangning Mansion was very lively, and the place where storytellers and opera singers were was crowded with people. The dramatic voice of the storyteller could only be heard in the storyteller's office in the teahouse. Everyone was listening attentively to the story of the barnyard official. The opera place was noisy, and people in the audience either applauded or commented on the actors.
Zhang Guiji only looked at the people wearing rags.
He noticed the beggars in the streets and the seams on their rags.
Their ragged clothes looked like crumpled tissue paper from a distance. Green and black mildew stains had almost invaded all the fabrics, and they also gave off a sour smell.
But if you look carefully, you will find something else.
The stitching of the beggar's rags conceals certain rules.
Some sewed random rags on their bodies to form a chaotic composition.
But some, very few, sew the rags together according to the Five Elements.
Each of the five elements has its own color, and it is not difficult to remember them, as long as you understand its thinking logic.
Wood is cyan, fire is red, earth is yellow, gold is white, and water is black.
According to the five elements, wood generates fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal, metal generates water, water generates wood, and so on.
There are very few beggars who hide this set of rules.
They were exactly the people Lao Beghua asked Zhang Guiji to find.
The kidnapper took him to the door of a wealthy family and knocked on the door very skillfully.
Knocking on the door is not an easy task. It must make the person inside have the illusion of being honest and honest. Before opening the door, this is the first impression left on the person inside.
A servant answered the door.
The kidnapper immediately looked pitiful, and his tone was full of simple and honest people: "We, father and son, have been hungry for many days, please do well..."
The servant must have dealt with a lot of refugees in the past few days, so he immediately said: "Wait a minute." After that, he closed the door.
After a while, he brought two bowls of leftovers.
The kidnapper continued to describe the poverty of the father and son, how they ended up here, how they could no longer survive, and how they hoped to sell the child, etc.
But the servant was unmoved and told them to eat and then walk.
Zhang Guiji didn't pay any attention to what the kidnapper was doing, and just stared at the beggars coming and going.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
Green, red, yellow, white and black, five pieces of rags are sewn together in a string.
Without thinking, he immediately took out the Purple Bamboo Card from his arms.
He put down the bowl in his hand and rushed towards the beggar.
"Greetings from Guangdong!"
The beggar immediately responded reflexively: "See you Jiangdong."
But as soon as he finished answering, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Why is it a baby?" Doubts surged in his heart.
And he speaks Cantonese. If he hadn't traveled all over the country, he wouldn't be able to understand this child's accent.
But the Purple Bamboo Tablet is indeed a token of the Beggar Group.
Zhang Guiji continued to talk about the beggar's incision: "The wind from the South China Sea blows in Jiangning, the dragon is explored in the deep water, and the rain does not come and the fog comes."
The incisions in Jiangnan were slightly different from those in Guangdong, but the beggar still understood clearly and replied: "The dragon is in the abyss, and the shrimp soldiers lead the way." He spoke in soft Wu dialect, but Zhang Guiji struggled to understand but still couldn't understand.
But Zhang Guiji has been preparing for this moment for a long time. Opportunities are rare and fleeting. No matter what, he has to take action. He pulled on the beggar's clothes and whispered: "I was abducted. I want to know what happened. Take me away quickly."
That beggar was no ordinary beggar. It was Zhang Guiji who was targeting a high-status beggar. He thought about it quickly in his mind, and immediately picked up Zhang Guiji, held it under his arm and ran away, ignoring the beggar's presence. A strange cry from behind.
The kidnapper chased him angrily for a while, but he couldn't run as fast as the beggar, so he had to curse in the middle of the street and left with a sad face.
【Iron Bridge】
Jiangning Mansion is surrounded by water and mountains, close to the estuary of the Yangtze River, and further downstream there are famous cities such as Yangzhou and Suzhou.
This place was the capital of Jiangnan East Road in the Northern Song Dynasty. They did not expect at that time that it would become the national capital in the future.
At this moment, Tuantou Jiang Ning frowned, his heart was in a state of confusion, his mind was filled with murderous intent and he just wanted to kill someone.
This baby brings great news.
This news can cause beggars in Guangdong to fall into chaos. If it is not handled well, it may start a war between beggars in various places.
Originally, it was only a matter in Guangdong and not related to Jiangdong, but this kid came to ask for help and asked him to help uphold justice. What the hell are you presiding over something hundreds of miles away? Moreover, in a world of beggars, harmony is the most important thing. How can we harm harmony because of the death of one person?
He was counting in his mind who would be killed during the liquidation in Guangdong.
The beggar is an informer all over the world, so he is fairly familiar with the situation in Guangdong. There were also rumors about the murder of the Nanhai regiment leader, but he didn't expect that there were still people who witnessed it.
"Aji...let's call him Aji, right?" he asked, biting his lower lip.
"Uncle, my name is Zhang Guiji."
"You want to call me uncle," Jiangning Tuantou turned away nervously, "Let me tell you again, what did Guangdong Tuantou say?"
"My father-in-law Qu asked me to beg you to find the real murderer. He also asked me to check the things on the person who killed him."
"Did you see Yi being killed with your own eyes?"
"yes……"
Jiang Ning's head recalled Zhang Guiji's account. The man who killed the old beggar had three parallel waves tattooed on his arms. There was a triangular bulge on the waves, and they were dyed black... Those were water-patterned ship-carrying statues, representing Went to the international port of Guangzhou, the largest beggar group in Guangdong.
Which is better, one person dying or a bunch of people dying?
Of course it's a person.
The head of the group seemed to be relieved, but the fierce flames remained unabated.
He looked at the ten-year-old child with a guilty conscience.
The child told him a very big thing: the leader of the Guangdong Nanhai Tuan was killed by one of his own family members. According to the rules of the Beggar Tuan, killing one's own family members must pay with their lives.
As a result, the people who sit together will become more and more involved, and the elite of the beggar group will wither.
If someone disobeys the rules, the Guangdong Twenty-Four Beggars Group will really be in chaos.
Death of a person or a group of people?
Zhang Guiji shook involuntarily.
He had seen this look.
Old Beggar once looked at him with this look, and then almost strangled him.
An icy air flow came out of Zhang Guiji's body, and he began to shiver.
This time he no longer hesitated, he decided to take the initiative.
He walked forward and held Jiang Ning Tuantou's hand.
When the group leader looked at him in shock, he already said the following words in a declarative tone: "You will not kill me."
Tuan Tou is indeed a Tuan Tou, and not even a speck of dust disturbs the expression on his face.
"Because I am very useful to you." Zhang Guiji said.
"Oh?" Jiang Ning, the head of the group, smiled with interest, "Tell me about it."
"I saw something... Two people came in later, one was panting, and the other had a pheasant in his hand."
The head of the group frowned and thought, "What is this kid talking about?" As he thought about it, he secretly held a poisonous needle in his hand, and his eyes drifted to the place where the pulse was beating under Zhang Guiji's ear.
"Tuantou! Tuantou!" An old voice broke in, followed by the irregular chorus of four legs.
