"Wait a minute, do you have any weapons on you? Let me ask you, how do you pick that smelly grass?" A member of the gang suddenly asked when they saw Wei Jing about to enter the house.
"How to pick it?" Wei Jing turned to look at him, spread his hands and replied: "Just pick it by hand. But be careful not to damage the roots. The roots of the stink grass are damaged, and they will not live long after being picked. The stink grass grows It’s slow and difficult to raise.”
"Sosou." The gang winked at the other friends, and three or five people gathered around, rummaged around Wei Jing's body, and found the Eight Hands. After looking around, the gang asked, "What is this thing?" ?”
"This is a tool for picking stink grass, look." Wei Jing took back his eight hands, pulled out an iron spoon, and said, "This thing is for eating and drinking soup, but it is used for digging soil underground. It’s also very convenient, as it’s easy to damage the grass roots with a hoe.”
Then he pulled out a small fork and said: "If the soil is too hard, you have to loosen the soil first. Otherwise, if the grass is pulled out, the roots will still be inside. How can that work?"
"This is for combing hair, this is for picking ears... This thing is popular in other places, it costs twenty silver." Then Wei Jing fiddled with a few more things and explained them one by one. He saw several gangsters talking to each other. Ba Shou was very interested and looked like he wanted to take it for himself. He had an idea and said, "My cousin asked me to buy this, saying it was for his eldest brother. No matter how I thought about it, I felt strange. I said I am an only child, so where did the eldest brother come from, haha..."
"Okay, you go." The gang nodded, no longer suspicious, waved for him to go down, and added: "Go to 14th Street to find the man named Huang, he will arrange things for you to do."
"Thank you, brothers." Wei Jing took Ba Shou back into his arms and turned around to go into the house. It turned out that he had just removed all the bladed weapons from Ba Shou when he was fumbling around in the alley, and removed the commonly used Yue'er He hid the iron blade and steel hook on his body, hid other small bows, saws and other instruments in baskets in the alley, and put on some trivial props to prevent people from searching him.
At the alley in the distance, Bei Xiaolu poked her head out again, looking in the direction of the old house. When she saw Wei Jing entering the house, she stamped her feet anxiously, and then hurried back to the underground secret room where the Sky Eagle Alliance gang members were imprisoned.
"Is there any news about Li Yue?" Bei Xiaolu asked casually.
Lou Mu smiled and replied: "Of course not, it's only been a while..."
"Tell everyone to get ready and get some carriages. Let's go back to Dayang Mansion."
"What?" Lou Mu looked confused.
"I have other important matters." Bei Xiaolu came to the torture chamber, rummaged through the glove boxes with props and darts, and turned around and said to Lou Mu: "For the past two days, we have taken turns sending brothers to guard the surroundings of Dayang Mansion. Streets and waterways must also be guarded. If you see a strange guy and arrest him for questioning, if you are short of manpower, ask Deputy Hall Master Qu and Detective Fan for help."
Bei Xiaolu paused and then said, "You can ask Deputy Hall Master Qu for a place to imprison those guys from the Sky Eagle Alliance. The plan remains the same, but you must not act rashly until I come back."
Lou Mu nodded and added: "What does the village owner say? As a subordinate, I will naturally do as I am told. However, the Dayang Mansion is not Hall Master Wei's territory. He is willing to give up his territory to the village owner's command and control?"
"Yes." Bei Xiaolu put a stack of fake faces into his arms, took another bag of darts and hung it on his waist. He pondered for a long time, then hung up another bag, then rummaged through several boxes and picked. Various medicine jars are stored in the secret pocket.
"Master of the village..." Lou Mu couldn't help but ask: "Is it because Hall Master Wei can't swallow this breath and just wants to be the first to act alone?"
"It's nothing. That guy is very willful. He has already gone underground and gone to the lake."
"What!" Lou Mu was slightly surprised and said, "Master, could it be you..."
"If he has the ability to go down, can't I?" Bei Xiaolu thought thoughtfully, stood up, and said calmly: "Take your brother back to Dayang Mansion. No matter what, Dayang Mansion must not be lost."
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"What? Do you want to help pick grass?" A middle-aged man looked at Wei Jing with squinting eyes.
"Yes, the people at Huangliang Lane asked me to come to 14th Street to find a man named Huang and arrange things for me. I picked grass for two years, and then I helped my godfather take care of the medicine shop..." Wei Jing looked stupid. , grinned, explained with foam at the mouth, and repeated the words he had just woven to the group of gangsters guarding the entrance and exit.
"Okay, there is a shortage of people underground now. Let Xiao Zhu take you down." The man nodded and summoned Xiao Zhu. He was a man in his thirties, a head shorter than Wei Jing. Rather neatly, he responded a few times before calling Wei Jing to go deeper into Fourteenth Street, where there was a passage leading to the third underground floor.
"Wait!" the guards of several nearby underground city halls shouted, stopping Xiao Zhu, and at the same time complained about the man named Huang: "Didn't I tell you that even if you ask for help, you have to be careful."
The man argued impatiently: "There are so many people pouring into the underground lake at once. There is not enough stinky grass, and there is a shortage of people down there. This guy is willing to go down to help, and you still want to make things difficult?"
"I just want to make things difficult." "I have to make things difficult!" Several underground city gang members grabbed Wei Jing back, looked him up and down, then escorted him into a small room and ordered: "Take off your clothes."
"Hey... why are you taking off your clothes? I don't remember that you have to take off your clothes to pick stink grass..." Wei Jing asked in a panic.
The man surnamed Huang urged: "If they ask you to take off your clothes, just take off your clothes. They are afraid that there is something hidden on you, so let someone check it quickly so they can go and help."
"What are you hiding?" Wei Jing asked, taking off his shirt.
The helpers from the Dichengtang took Wei Jing's shirt and looked through it. Wei Jing was in a state of shock last night and was not in the mood to take a shower. He had just deliberately smeared his body with ditch mud and sand on the ground in the alley. Naturally, the clothes were filthy and dirty. The gangsters in the underground city hall shook for a while, and only shook out eight hands and a small purse containing a few copper coins. Then they threw the dirty clothes on the ground and said, "Take off your pants too." Yes, and shoes!"
"It's so embarrassing." Wei Jing groaned, reluctantly taking off his pants and shoes and letting the gang inspect them.
"What's so stinky?" A member of the gang inspected Wei Jing's shoes, screamed strangely, threw the shoes on Wei Jing, and cursed angrily: "You stepped on dog shit!"
Wei Jing said aggrievedly: "The dogs that come to the lake are really evil. They pooped on my shoes. I have already wiped them clean..."
"Hey, you idiot! What the hell is this?" Another gang member asked Wei Jing with the Eight Hands. Wei Jing also explained in the same way. When he walked underground, he also grabbed the earth and rocks and wiped the Eight Hands even more dirty. Dirty, at this time, the tools were pulled out one by one, and the gang was not very interested.
I heard the man surnamed Huang urging unhappily: "Okay, stop bullying him, let him go down and help. Didn't you say that we are still short of a hundred stinky weeds today?"
"Go, go!" The gang dispersed in a chorus.
Wei Jing put on his clothes and trousers, put away his eight hands and money bag, pretending to be realistic, and picked up the scattered coins one by one, and then followed Xiao Zhu deeper into the Fourteenth Street.
Xiao Zhu has a cheerful personality and comforted him along the way: "Don't pay attention to them, they will bully others."
"I won't take it to heart." Wei Jing grinned stupidly. About an hour had passed since he came down from the entrance of the old house at the entrance of Huangliang Lane. He noticed that everywhere he went on the underground floor, everything was filled with There are only a few shops or grocery stalls run by old residents in the Dicheng Tang hall, and most of the customers in the shops are Dicheng Tang hall.
He followed Xiao Zhu for a long time and came to the passage leading to the second underground floor. He saw a group of underground city hall guards guarding the second underground floor. The second underground floor was much more lively than before. It was full of people, but it was very quiet. Wei Jing Knowing that most of these people were residents of the first underground floor, Dichengtang drove them down to the second floor.
Although the light on the second underground floor was even dimmer, Wei Jing still noticed that each of the residents was listless, as if they had lost hope of living. Most of them were huddled quietly in the corner. Even the children gathered in small groups did not look like In the past, the group of children he led on the 4th branch of 23rd Street were usually lively, but they squatted lazily in a circle, not knowing what to say.
"Alas, there are too many people underground and not enough smelly grass. The people who live down there are no longer healthy." Xiao Zhu sighed.
