It's daybreak. The sun rises late in winter. It's around eight o'clock in the morning and the sun only shows the horizon.
At this time, Shang Zhen and the others, who had already slept and eaten, were finally ready to hit the road again.
After eating, drinking, and sleeping well, everyone is naturally in a good mood.
At this moment, a burst of laughter suddenly broke out from the group of people gathered together.
It was Qian Chuan'er who told the story.
"Why are you laughing?" Ma Houhou saw that everyone was enjoying themselves. Since he would also be with Shang Zhen and the others in the future, he would naturally want to get close to them.
But what he didn't expect was that just when he came over to ask, Qian Chuan, Ma Erhuzi, Xiao Dustpan, and Erhanzi laughed louder.
"Why are you laughing?" Shang Zhen, who was passing by, was also curious.
"I asked them and they didn't tell me. They treated me like an outsider!" Ma Hou complained face to face.
When Ma Hou complained, the others laughed even harder. At this time, Xiao Dustpan smiled and explained to Shang Zhen: "Last night, when Ma Hou was smoking, Qian Chuan'er deliberately shouted that someone was there. He also pulled the bolt of the gun, and then Ma Hou put out the cigarette!"
When the little dustpan said this, the eyes of the horse and monkey grew longer. Feeling that Qian Chuaner was lying to himself last night!
But how could he dare to challenge Qian Chuan'er? Besides, Qian Chuan'er had good intentions.
"No smoking is allowed after guard duty." Shang Zhen said with a smile.
"Yes, I understand." Mahou said quickly.
Ma Houhou and Shang Zhen have only been together for a long time. Although they listen to Shang Zhen when fighting, Shang Zhen has no official status. He is not afraid of Shang Zhen but more afraid of Mr. Wang.
Besides, if Little Dustpan complained to his face that he smoked while on guard duty, then complaining to him in person would not be considered a small report, and he had nothing to worry about.
But at this moment, Old Man Wang shouted from the carriage: "Come and take a look!"
Hearing Mr. Wang's shouting voice, he knew something was going on, so everyone headed there.
And when they arrived at a carriage, they saw Mr. Wang pointing at a bag.
Following the direction of Mr. Wang's hat, everyone saw that the bag had an extra hole. The neat hole looked like it had been stabbed with a knife.
And what was in that bag was none other than Da Yantu’s pancakes!
"I checked it out when it was dark yesterday. This wound must have been stabbed by someone last night." Mr. Wang looked at everyone and said.
Seeing the opening, all the soldiers who came to watch the fun fell silent.
As Mr. Wang said, this wound must have been stabbed last night.
So who stabbed him?
There are only two possibilities. One is that they did it by one of their own people and sneaked out a piece or a few large pieces of smoke.
But this is unlikely.
They are on the march now. Even if someone has an idea about the smoke, they will never do it now. If they steal it, they will have no place to put it.
Another possibility is that an outsider came into the yard in the middle of the night, and this outsider was either a thief or a beard.
By this time, the expressions of Qian Chuan'er, Ma Hou and everyone else who knew what happened last night also changed.
Qian Chuan'er was so naughty at that time because he was deliberately teasing the monkey, but he didn't just accidentally scare the thief away after shouting and pulling the gun bolt, right?
"Have you found the leader?" Shang Zhen asked Mr. Wang, who shook his head.
"Not even under the heavy reward?" Shang Zhen asked again, but Mr. Wang still shook his head.
"Let's go, be careful on the way." Shang Zhen said thoughtfully.
Of course Shang Zhen had his own judgment when he said this. As the saying goes, "There must be brave men under heavy rewards." Now that heavy rewards are not available, it only means that there must be beards in this village!
It's not that the people in the village don't want the money, but because they are afraid of Beard's revenge. What's the point of getting a heavy reward for him? It's not like he has money to earn but no life to spend!
"Hurry up and go!" Shang Zhen said again, but he put his hand into the hole that had been stabbed. Everyone saw him and took out three cigarette cakes.
But he seemed to feel that there were still few cigarette cakes, so he took out three more with his other hand.
The smoked clay pancake was as big or small as the sesame seed pancake. Everyone thought that Shang Zhen had small hands. If his hands were big, he would probably have to grab five or six of them with one hand!
"Look outside, don't let outsiders see this place." Shang Zhen said and then went into the house holding a few cigarette cakes.
Everyone didn't know what Shang Zhen was going to do. Although there were some who stood guard by the wall to prevent outsiders from seeing the ruined compound, the rest of the people also looked confused.
Only after a while, Shang Zhen came out of the room, and the tobacco cake in his hand had disappeared.
Everyone can guess this, he must have given all the soot to the owner of the house.
Shang Zhen's lavish spending made everyone grin.
One tael of tobacco is enough for a family's living expenses for a month, and these are six big cakes. If all these were given to the owner, the family's living expenses would be covered for several years!
"Drive out and follow me to find the guide." Shang Zhen said.
They should have set off. When Shang Zhen said this, someone naturally pushed open the dilapidated courtyard door, and everyone led the horses and carts and headed out.
At this time, Mr. Wang glanced around, and sure enough he saw some villagers stretching their necks to look at them.
The current trend in Northeast China is that beards are everywhere, or some people just have beards. How can they figure out which one is the real beard?
"You gave this family so much tobacco, aren't you afraid that Huzi will snatch it away again?" Mr. Wang said to Shang Zhen.
To be honest, it was the first time for Mr. Wang to see so much smoke.
In such a society nowadays, Mr. Wang will not feel any psychological burden because he sells cigarettes. Those few hundred kilograms of cigarettes are nothing but money.
Even so, this money is definitely not spent in the same way as Shang Zhen. Yesterday, Mr. Wang gave this family a piece of tobacco soil, and the price of that piece of tobacco soil was already sky-high.
"I know." Shang Zhen replied while scanning the surroundings. "It is precisely because I was afraid that Huzi would come to snatch it away, so I gave this family so much tobacco and soil. When Huzi came to him, he only had to hand over one piece, and he would have the rest. It’s my own.”
Mr. Wang couldn't help but look at Shang Zhen's profile.
Shang Zhen is only twenty years old this year, but Wang Lao Mao is already over forty. Regardless of his age, he can be Shang Zhen's father.
However, Mr. Wang couldn't understand what Shang Zhen was thinking about every day.
After a while, Mr. Wang asked: "You guys have given me so much extra cigarettes and you won't give them in vain. What do you have to say?"
"I traded those big cigarettes for a guide." Shang Zhen replied with a smile on his face.
Shang Zhen's answer made Mr. Wang stunned again.
Their current location was in a barren mountain in Rehe Province. Without a guide, they could only go south, and they didn't know where they went.
This morning, Mr. Wang knocked on the door and asked several houses if anyone was willing to be their guide. The answer he got was naturally no.
Mr. Wang guessed that these people were afraid of the beards in the village.
It's useless no matter how much smoke you give, no one living here can beat the beard.
But what did Shang Zhen have in mind this time?
