That night, Fan Jun lay on the ground covered with hay, crossing his legs and staring at the ceiling. There was nothing else in the small room except his luggage and the weeds under him.
Fan Jun's room also had no door panels, which allowed the weak and dim light from outside to penetrate.
I saw a figure tiptoeing towards the door, making a hissing sound.
"Wei Jing, stop pretending to be a fool!" Fan Jun snorted and sat up.
The person who poked his head into the room was indeed Wei Jing. He was carrying a baggage, long and short swords hanging from his waist, and in his hand was the intact iron crutch that he had snatched from the fake Fan Jun.
"Let's go." Fan Jun stood up and started to go out without saying a word. Ziwei Jing took the pair of kidnappers from his hands.
Wei Jing was stunned and asked, "Why do you seem to know what I want to do before I say anything?"
"Aren't you just going to pick grass?" Fan Jun glared at him and said, "Do you think I don't know what you think? Are you like an obedient child?"
"Humph!" Wei Jing did not refute. Although he had promised Lao Xu verbally that he would not mess around, in his heart he did not regard "gathering grass" as a difficult task at all. He waited until nightfall before looking for Fan Jun to accompany him on the trip.
Passing by the door of Lao Xu's iron shop, he slipped a letter into the crack of the door. The letter only said that he had other important matters and that he and Fan Jun would go out for a few days.
"But do you know where to go?" Fan Jun asked.
"Isn't it just downstairs?" Wei Jing took out a small map. He bought it for three copper coins at a junk shop. It detailed all the passages to each floor of the underground lake, as well as the locations of entrances and exits. . Most entrances and exits lead directly to the second underground floor.
"As long as you go to the second floor and ask around, it will be done." Wei Jing said confidently.
The two quietly slipped out of the No. 4 branch, taking advantage of the late night when there were fewer people on their way. Most of the shops along the way had already closed.
In front of the long passage, an old woman was slumped on the ground with her hair disheveled, sobbing and crying, clutching a bamboo pole in her hand while wiping her tears.
When he saw Wei Jing and Fan Jun coming here, he immediately stood up and stared at them fiercely.
Wei Jing saw that she had a ferocious expression, and at the same time, he noticed that several households and businesses on this street had Vole Gang flags in front of their doors. The only one behind the old woman was that there was no flag.
Looking down, I saw that a small flag had been torn to pieces and abandoned on the ground. The flagpole was the bamboo pole in the old woman's hand.
"You're here... finally here!" The old woman's eyes were red, she cursed in a low voice, and took two steps forward excitedly, as if she wanted to fight the two of them.
Fan Jun felt strange and tried to stay away from the old woman for fear of provoking her.
Wei Jing was curious, so he stepped forward and asked with concern: "Old lady, it's so late, why don't you sleep?"
Unexpectedly, when Wei Jing asked this question, the old woman didn't answer. She slapped Wei Jing on the head and kept yelling: "You evil people, don't even think about bullying my old woman again!"
"Oh... what a damn old woman!" Wei Jing was beaten so hard that he ran around with his head in his hands, angry and anxious. When he saw the tattered Vole Gang flag on the ground, his heart moved and he shouted quickly: "Old woman, you hit the wrong person, I'm not the one The Vols."
But the old woman didn't stop, and kept yelling: "You fart, you want to lie to me, the stinky rat has done me a lot of harm, killed my wife, and wants to harm me again!"
Wei Jing ran away. When he turned around, he saw her bent over and panting, pointing at him and scolding: "Get out! Smelly rat, come back next time and watch me break your legs!"
When Wei Jing saw Fan Jun looking at him and smiling, he felt ashamed and angry, but he couldn't find a reason to get angry. He could only kick the stones on the street corner to vent his anger. After a while, he said to himself leisurely: "I'm not angry with the old woman. I'm not angry with the old woman." What are you worrying about? Thinking about it, she must have been bullied by the Field Mouse Gang and became crazy."
Fan Jun hummed but didn't answer.
Wei Jing continued: "She just said that the Field Mouse Gang forced her husband to death. It's so pitiful... Hey! Are you listening to me?"
"What exactly do you want to say?" Fan Jun responded casually.
"I said, that old woman just now is really strong." Wei Jing snorted and said, "It's strange to think that the Field Mouse Gang doesn't have a lot of people, and there are not many people who can fight. Why are everyone so afraid of them? What if? Everyone is like that old woman holding a bamboo pole, trying to scare people viciously, and I don’t believe the Vole Gang can take advantage of her.”
"That's not all people do." Fan Jun finally answered: "The ordinary people in the neighborhood are like a pile of loose sand. No matter how much loose sand there is, how can they fight against the hard stones?"
"Hmph, let's talk about it, you have to bear the biggest responsibility." Wei Jing glared at Fan Jun.
"What does it have to do with me anymore?"
"If you hadn't been Pan Yuan's thug, you wouldn't have made a name for him and let him run rampant underground."
"Hmph!" Fan Jun knew that Wei Jing was a talkative and it was pointless to argue with him on this topic, so he stopped answering and allowed Wei Jing to talk.
An hour later, the two of them arrived at a fork in the entrance and exit. The long road leading upward led to Laoyuan Inn, and the long road leading downward led to the second underground floor.
Wei Jing had never been to areas other than the underground level. When he saw the deep and long path going downward in darkness, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. He took out a small, worn-out oil lamp from his bag and lit it.
Fan Jun grabbed the oil lamp and walked away first, followed by Wei Jing. The two walked in tandem for a long time. The road under their feet was no longer a staircase, but a flat passage.
Wei Jing looked around the passage and felt that the passage on the second underground floor was much narrower. Moreover, the long passage did not have many compartments like the first underground floor, but had solid earth and stone walls.
The two of them drove for a long time, passing through many dark side roads with no end in sight. Finally, they saw some faint lights ahead, and doors and windows finally appeared on the walls on both sides, which were some store residents.
The waiter of one of the stores stretched himself and moved the signboard flag outside the door. It was the Intermittent Foot Inn.
Wei Jing and Fan Jun yawned at the same time. It was already daytime. They had traveled all night and were very tired, so they went to the inn to rest.
In the inn, curtains are used to separate small spaces the size of beds, with straw mats spread underneath. The business is quite good, with about 70 to 80% of the dozen or so beds occupied.
Wei Jing noticed that the inn was filled with a strong smell of stinky grass. He saw bundles of stinky grass placed in a corner of the inn, with linen covering the roots. He knew that this was a place specifically for grass pickers to rest, and he felt uneasy. few.
I thought that as long as I inquired here, I should be able to find out some useful information.
Wei Jing and Fan Jun drank a glass of water, each chose a bed, and slept until noon. When he woke up, there were only two or three grass pickers left in the inn. After having lunch, Wei Jing asked them some questions, such as where to pick fresh smelly grass, but he only received cold words: "No way." Find it yourself?"
Fan Jun cupped his hands and said to a man in his forties: "Brother, this is our first time here and we want to pick some grass for our own home. Could you please help us and tell us where to go to pick the smelly grass?"
The other party snorted and said, "Hey, if you are asked to pick it up yourself, who will sell the smelly weed in our store to? Gungun, don't bother me. If you're not afraid of death, just go find it yourself!"
"That's right! Where can such an ignorant guy come from?"
"It's best to let them go and make their own way. It's a good time to die and drag the corpse up to scare those idiots."
"You still think our smelly grass is expensive, do you think this is a good business?"
Other grass pickers also made fun of Wei Jing and Fan Jun.
Fan Jun was angry and turned around and left.
Wei Jing also felt uncomfortable. He was digging out a few coins from his purse, hoping to give him a favor. When he heard their words, he felt cold in his heart. Without saying anything, he picked up his bag and caught up with Fan Jun, complaining: "These people He is so angry that he cannot see the light of day and can only hide in the ground and pick smelly weeds."
The two continued on their way. There were very few merchants and residents nearby. As they walked along the road, they saw some grass pickers stopping at the first few merchants, all carrying large baskets on their backs.
"Their basket is empty, they just want to pick grass. Let's follow them!" Wei Jing and Fan Jun were delighted and followed them.
I saw that the three shops each sold different goods. One of them sold linen, shovels and some unknown utensils.
Wei Jing checked his luggage and stocked up on tools and a bottle of lamp oil in the store.
The second store was glowing with green light. When I looked closer, I saw a large clam placed on a cabinet deep in the store. The shell of the clam was open, and a few night pearls were shining brightly inside.
Since the shell of the big clam is silvery blue, the light reflected is also green.
This shop sells drinking water and dry food. The two bought some salty biscuits, herbal tea and cured meat here.
The third store was shining with bright red light, and there were several red lanterns hanging in it. It was a drugstore.
I saw a few grass pickers stopping there, chatting around a short and skinny drugstore owner.
The drugstore owner is blind in one eye, has only three fingers on his left hand, and his right hand has shrunk into a strange shape. However, he is skillful in dispensing medicine. He quickly grabs various medicinal materials from the medicine cabinet behind his back, or grinds them into powder or packages. Divide into several packets, or mix with some water to make a paste and put into small boxes.
Several herb collectors bought the same set of medicinal materials.
Wei Jing coughed twice, pretended to be sophisticated, and waved to the drugstore owner: "Hey, there are us, let's have some too."
"What do you want for me?"
"It's the medicine bag those brothers just had, something to protect against insect bites and repel poisonous snakes." Wei Jing replied casually.
"You two are new here, I haven't seen him before." The drugstore owner looked Wei Jing up and down.
"Yes, we have only been in the industry for three days, so we are here to gather grass together."
"Hehe, you are so brave." The boss laughed and shouted to the grass pickers who had walked away: "Hey, there are two new ones, you have to look after them!"
Wei Jing let out a sigh and was about to thank his boss, but he didn't expect him to continue: "If they die, drag their bodies back for me. Some medicines are in short supply!"
Wei Jing and Fan Jun couldn't help but shudder. Wei Jing slapped the table and said, "Boss, are you cursing us to death? If your medicine is effective and the poisonous insects dare not approach, how can we die?"
"Listen, there are five kinds of medicine in this set. Each one has different effects, so don't mix them up." The boss ignored Wei Jing. He just grabbed the medicine and pounded it into powder without smiling, and explained everything to Fan Jun. Among them the utility.
I saw that there were five parts in the set of medicine, three of which were tree root-shaped, about the length and thickness of a finger, which could make insects and ants afraid to come close when lit;
Taking five sachets of medicinal powder can detoxify several types of poisonous insects;
A small box of ointment has the effect of stopping bleeding; another small bottle of medicinal wine can be taken internally when bitten by a poisonous snake, which can save a life;
Finally, there is a small packet of pills, which taste refreshing and refreshing.
Wei Jing was afraid that Fan Jun wouldn't be able to remember it, so he helped him remember it. They bought two sets of medicine in one go, thinking it should be enough.
