After glancing at the two baskets of copper coins, Han Zhen let go of his hand: "Get out!"
After regaining their freedom, Wang Yuanwai and the housekeeper rushed into the side door without paying attention to the servant who was still lying on the ground wailing, and slammed the door tightly.
"Quick, lock the door!"
In the yard, Wang Yuanwai gave instructions in a low voice.
Seeing that the side door was being pushed to death, he was still worried and hurriedly slipped into the back house.
In the back house, Mrs. Hong saw Yuan Wang looking panicked and asked hurriedly: "Sir, why are you so panicked? Could it be that King Li Tianwang from Black Mountain is calling?"
Wang Yuanwai panted and said: "It's not the strong man on the mountain, it's the scoundrel."
Hearing that they were rogues, Hong felt relieved and said in a disdainful tone: "Just let the rogues beat them away."
"What do you know!"
Wang Yuanwai reprimanded him with lingering fear.
At this time, Mrs. Hong asked again: "Sir, Butler Lu paid fifty thousand dollars in the warehouse just now. When I asked him, he didn't say the reason. He just said that it was the master's instigation."
When Wang Yuanwai mentioned the fifty dollars, he felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
Fifty strings!
How long will it take to earn it back?
Although the purchasing power of copper coins continued to decline during the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, fifty coins was still a large amount of money, which could buy eight sheep, five cows, or two horses.
Moreover, fifty pounds of money only made him feel heartbroken. There was another thing that made him afraid.
Just now while waiting for Butler Lu to withdraw money, Wang Yuanwai suddenly noticed that the eyes of the villagers looking at him changed.
The awe he once felt gradually dissipated, replaced by something he couldn't understand.
Thinking of the looks in the eyes of those villagers, Wang Yuanwai felt a chill all over his body and his hands and feet were cold.
…
…
Outside the Wang family's residence.
The gangsters were proud and felt that they had never been so happy in their lives.
Beating the servants violently and slapping the king in public were things they didn't even dare to think about, let alone doing such things.
That was Yuan Wai Wang, a big shot who was once aloof in the eyes of these gangsters.
Now in front of Han Zhen, he fled home in panic like a dog.
It turns out that Wang Yuanwai is no different from them.
Ma Sangou had never been to school and didn't know how to describe his feelings. He only knew that he seemed different, but he couldn't tell what was different.
Seeing that Gu Song's forehead was still bleeding, Han Zhen asked with concern: "Is it okay?"
Gu Song was still in a state of excitement, so he wiped the blood on his face and said nonchalantly: "Brother Han, I'm fine, it's just a little blood."
Seeing this, Han Zhen didn't say anything, turned around and ordered: "Sangou, take some money and go to the county town to rent two ox carts."
Xiaowang Village is more than ten miles away from the county seat. Without the ox cart, they would not be able to return to the county seat just by dragging more than 500 kilograms of wild pigs and more than 200 kilograms of copper coins until dark.
"good!"
Ma Sangou nodded, grabbed a few handfuls of money from the basket, stuffed it into his arms, and strode towards the county seat.
Then, Han Zhen ordered: "Monkey, go find the villagers to buy some food. By the way, if there are chickens, you can also buy a few."
The monkey is the rogue who just asked for someone to identify the wild pig. His real name is Yang Shu. He was given this nickname because of his thin body and long arms and legs.
It takes an hour to get from Xiaowang Village to the county seat.
He was so hungry that he couldn't wait to eat pork, so he could only deal with it casually to fill his stomach.
It was time for the villagers to have breakfast, so not long after, the monkey came back with a large basin of gruel.
Putting down the pottery basin, he took out four hard-boiled eggs from his arms.
There are five of them, and four eggs are not enough to share.
Seeing this, Han Zhen frowned and said, "Why don't you buy more?"
The monkey smiled bitterly and said: "Second brother Han, it's not that I don't want to give up money. I have searched all over the village and there are only these four chickens."
Come to think of it, not many people in the countryside are raising chickens at the moment.
If you can’t feed people, how can you still have the energy to raise chickens? Even if someone raises chickens, all the eggs are sold for money.
These four eggs were probably just laid by the hen this morning...
Han Zhen picked up one and cracked the shell: "Just four, monkey, let's split one into two."
The monkey waved his hand and said, "Brother Han, please eat. I'll keep some meat in my stomach for dinner."
"Yes, Brother Han, just eat."
As Gu Song and the other three said, they all placed the chickens in their hands in front of him.
Han Zhen was not pretentious and did not pretend to refuse.
After eating a few bowls of porridge and four eggs, my stomach finally felt better.
As noon approaches, the temperature is getting higher and higher, as if it is going to bake people dry.
Han Zhen called on the gangsters and dragged the body of the wild pig under the shade of a tree.
If the meat is exposed to the sun for an hour in this kind of weather, the pork will definitely go bad.
Sitting under the shade of a tree, Han Zhen carefully inspected the knife and found a slight crack on the knife.
But he didn't feel bad, because it was a low-quality product. In his memory, the original owner seemed to have spent more than 600 yuan to buy it.
Now that I have money, I can exchange it for a high-quality knife when I return to the county.
An hour later, Ma Sangou came back in a bullock cart.
After loading the wild pigs and copper coins into two ox carts, Han Zhen and others walked towards the county town.
I came with empty hands and returned with a full load.
The group of gangsters were in a good mood, even walking more than ten miles on the mountain road in the scorching sun without feeling tired.
The two officers on duty at the east gate already knew that they had killed the wild pig. Even though Ma Sangou had boasted to them before, when they saw the dead pig's body with their own eyes, they still couldn't help but look horrified and amazed.
"Remember to come to the temple to eat meat when you are off."
Hearing what Han Zhen said, the two officers quickly agreed with a smile and praised him for his righteousness.
Entering the east gate of the county, the wild pig on the ox cart immediately attracted many people to watch.
Masangou and the others couldn't help but start to show off again. By the time the ox cart drove into Zhenquan Temple, the story of Han Zhen killing a wild pig spirit with his bare hands had already spread in Linzi County.
…
There is a large open space in the backyard of Zhenquan Temple. Many flowers were originally planted for pilgrims to visit.
Later, Zhenquan Temple fell into disrepair, and a few old monks simply reclaimed the backyard into a vegetable plot and grew fruits and vegetables to satisfy their hunger.
After hiding two baskets of copper coins in the side room, Han Zhen directed the thugs to move the wild pigeons to the open space in the backyard.
After patting the dust on his hands, Han Zhen ordered: "Monkey, do a quick run and call Butcher Zheng."
"Good!"
The monkey responded and walked out of the temple gate.
Han Zhen took out a handful of copper coins from his arms and handed them to Gu Song: "Take the money and go to the medical center to see Dr. Wang."
The wound on Gu Si's forehead stopped bleeding, and the fleshy wound was covered with a layer of blood scab, which looked strange.
"Second Brother Han, it's just a minor injury. It's okay."
Gu Song shook his head. He didn't want to go to the medical clinic. He wanted to stay and watch the pigs.
Seeing that he was jumping around and didn't seem to be in trouble, Han Zhen didn't care.
