In the rainy night, with splashes of muddy water under their feet and cold rain falling on their heads, the minions were busy running around in the wind and wind, rarely taking a breather.
Ye Wumian was slightly surprised and thought to himself: "I ordered the two eunuchs, Chen and Si, to set up an ambush near the high chair slope. Although they are allowed to make decisions on the fly, why is there so much chaos at the moment? Making decisions on the fly is not the case. Like!"
He separated from the convoy, jumped over the crowd, came to the front, and took a closer look at these minions. After seeing clearly, I realized that each of the minions was carrying a bundle of things on their shoulders.
This thing seemed to be quite heavy, and it weighed down some of the minions so much that they were out of breath. If they had to endure it, they might not be able to hold it anymore.
Ye Wumian pulled a follower over and asked sternly: "What are you doing? It's such a mess! Where is your eunuch? Why don't you come out to control it?"
This guy was on his way in a hurry, busy carrying things, and there was an unknown fire in his body that was about to break out. Now seeing that the master was asking the question in person, he quickly suppressed his anger, not daring not to answer, and breathed heavily:
"Back to the boss, the Taibao who went down the mountain to buy firewood last night came back with their brothers. They bought dozens of carts of firewood and parked them at the foot of the east slope of the peak. We are now taking the firewood from the car to the Moving in the kitchen. We Taibao are probably moving too."
Ye Wumian said: "Why don't we push the car up and let you move it stupidly?"
The gangster made a noise and said, "Why don't you think so, the little ones? But the Taibao told our Taibao that the mountains are high and the roads are difficult to travel, so how can a big cart push it up! Only the little guys get the chance. Go up, break it into pieces, and carry this load of dry firewood up the mountain in piles."
After the guy finished his explanation and was about to leave, Ye Wumian grabbed him, pointed at the thing he was carrying on his shoulder, and said, "Is this the dry firewood you mentioned?"
The minion nodded.
Ye Wumian looked at it carefully for a while and said, "But what is it covered with? At first glance, it doesn't look like dry firewood."
This guy thought he wouldn't be able to leave for a while, so instead of carrying the burden stupidly, he simply dropped his things on his shoulders and put them on the ground, waiting to clear up the boss's doubts.
The follower said: "It is indeed wrapped with a layer of something. I heard from the Taibao that it was wrapped with oilcloth to prevent the firewood from getting wet in the rain. By then, the stove will be full of wet firewood, even if it is barely lit. , there is also a cloud of choking smoke, which is bad for the brothers."
Ye Wumian looked around, and sure enough he saw that the things carried on the shoulders of each of the minions seemed to be wrapped in oilcloth.
He squinted and said, "Each pile of firewood is wrapped with an oilcloth. I'm afraid the Taibao doesn't know how expensive the oilcloth is? That's not how a prodigal family becomes corrupted!"
These days, oilcloth is expensive and dry firewood is cheap.
It's okay to use oilcloth bags to prevent rain and wet the firewood, and cover them all together. However, it would be too extravagant and exaggerated to wrap each bundle with an oilcloth.
If you think about it carefully, it is too unreasonable.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
Ye Wumian looked at the things on the ground, his eyes twinkling.
Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound, and the sword with dragon scale iron sheath flew out from his waist. He raised the sword and dropped it. The thing split into two halves with a "snap" sound.
The oilcloth on the surface was stretched open, revealing what was inside.
With the dim light around, he could see clearly that the thing wrapped in the oilcloth was indeed just a bundle of dry firewood.
He was slightly relieved.
He looked at the dumbfounded man and said, "You don't have to carry this bundle of firewood. Go and carry other firewood!"
This guy felt like he was being pardoned. He thanked him profusely and hurried towards the east of the peak.
Just as he was watching this man go away, Manager Wu walked up to him and said with a smile: "Guibao Di is really rich. You can buy so much firewood for the winter in one go."
Ye Wumian turned her head, just as she was about to pretend to have a few words with him, she suddenly saw the lights dimming, and Manager Wu's face revealed sinisterness from the inside out.
It seems like someone in my impression.
The light was half-lit, and half of Manager Wu's face was dark and the other half was bright, which was strange and inexplicable. And the smile that curled up at the corner of his mouth actually made him shudder.
His heart sank, and he involuntarily distanced himself from Director Wu. His mind was running rapidly. The faces he had seen in his life, both familiar and unfamiliar, were all in front of him, like the breeze blowing through the pages of a book, turning the pages quickly one after another. .
At a certain moment, a person's face was filtered out from the many faces and gradually became fixed in front of him.
As if controlled by something, the face slowly moved across and landed on Manager Wu's face.
Snapped!
It fits, it fits!
"It looks like, it really looks like!"
Ye Wumian's hand holding the dragon scale iron sheath sword tightened, so tight that it trembled. The rain hit him, soaking his body up and down, inside and out, but he still didn't feel it.
The phantom of the human face broke silently in an instant, breaking into pieces, melting in the air and no longer visible.
It was like a burst of thunder sounded on the ground, and Ye Wumian's pupils suddenly shrank, his face full of disbelief.
Manager Wu felt uncomfortable being stared at by him. He turned his head and disappeared into the darkness. Only dry laughter could be heard.
"My noble lord and righteous man, don't be in a daze and keep walking."
His voice was no longer as polite as before. Instead, it became darker. There was a chill that spread from top to bottom, which was a bit colder than the surrounding icy rain.
Ye Wumian listened without hearing anything, turned around hurriedly, and his sight turned into a big hand, moving around, fidgeting, and exploring among the minions carrying firewood.
In the end, it was fixed on the footprints made by the minions.
"It rains continuously, and the road is already muddy and soft. It is inevitable to leave footprints when walking on it and carrying firewood. But why are some of the footprints so deep? But the owner of these footprints, Not too fat."
"How heavy is the 'dry wood' on this back, that it can make such deep footprints?"
Suddenly, he had a vague answer in his heart.
Doubt, shock, and the feeling of waking up from a dream all came up like a tide.
At this moment, Ye Wumian almost understood it, but still did not dare to believe it easily, and wanted to seek evidence to prove that his "understanding" was wrong.
He suddenly pointed at someone and said loudly: "You little guy, stop!"
A young man carrying firewood turned around blankly, looked at him and said, "Master, are you calling me?"
Ye Wumian flew up and said, "Who else can I call you? What are you carrying on your shoulders?"
The little boy wiped his face and wiped a handful of water. He didn't know whether it was sweat or rain. He said bitterly: "When I go back to the big boss, I am carrying dry firewood on my shoulders, wrapped in oil paper. Alas, can you kill me?" worn out."
"Since you're so tired, let's put it down and rest for a while."
Seeing that the big boss had spoken, the little guy released his strength, and with a bang, the "dry wood" wrapped in oilcloth on his shoulders fell to the ground.
