There was no reason to shirk the filial piety that was delivered to his door. Guo Chuanlin felt happy in his heart. He walked back to the kitchen slowly and untied the baggage and spread it out on the floor. He took a quick look at it, including several thin old books and an emerald flower pendant. , a jade bracelet, a string of jade beads, under the sunset, everything is green, so thick that it is dripping with water. Even though he was a layman, he knew that these pieces of jade jewelry were extremely valuable, and he was now rich. Then I thought about it, in this chaotic world, no matter how valuable the jewelry is, there is nowhere to turn it into cash. I can only resell it as a favor, and be careful to give it to the right person to avoid getting into trouble.
He thought for a while and thought, it would be better to give these things to Mr. Han and ask him to come up with a sound idea, which would save him a lot of trouble.
Guo Chuanlin threw the book aside, thought about it and picked it up again, stuffed it into the bag and tied it in a knot, then put it on his back, thinking silently. The sky darkened little by little, and fatigue seeped out of his bones and rolled through his body like mercury. He closed his tired eyelids and fell asleep in a daze.
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but he was startled by the sound of slight footsteps. Guo Chuanlin clenched the knife vigilantly. The moonlight shone on the blade, and a cold light flowed uncertainly, like a living thing.
"Is there... someone inside? It's... it's me. I'm hungry. I'm looking for something... to find something to eat..." The person stood outside the door and didn't dare to move. He was shaking and hesitating. His voice sounded like that. A middle-aged man who hides in a dark room and sacrifices his wealth for his life. Guo Chuanlin breathed a sigh of relief, cleared his throat and called him in. Although the man was timid, he was not reckless. Fortunately, he tried a few words and rushed in. He might have been stabbed in vain. life.
"Creak!" The door rang, and the middle-aged man turned sideways and walked into the kitchen tremblingly. Guo Chuanlin held a simple knife in front of him, smiled at him, showed his white teeth, and said "please" gesture. The moonlight shone in through the window lattice, and it was as bright as day. The middle-aged man looked at him cautiously. He was young, with sparse eyebrows and a calm mind. His clothes were stained with blood, and his hair was black and stiff. He seemed to have suffered a little. hurt. He knows a lot of people and has a lot of experience in physiognomy. The bandit is not a ruthless person, and he may be able to negotiate with him.
After calming down, the middle-aged man moved to the stove, scooped out two bowls of cold leftover rice, held it tightly with both hands, nodded and bowed and exited the kitchen.
"Are you... the owner of this house?" Guo Chuanlin suddenly asked.
"Yes, it is……"
"Why didn't you run away with Xinruan and hide in the city?"
"My little girl... my little girl is weak and cannot travel far, so..."
Seeing that his legs were trembling and he had a panicked look on his face, Guo Chuanlin stopped asking any more questions and waved him away, thinking: "It turns out that the woman hiding in the dark room is his daughter. I don't know how long she grew up." How's it going?"
At dawn, Guo Chuanlin heard someone humming an obscene tune and barged in drunkenly, "The Dragon Boat Festival in May is my birthday. I'm wearing a green luo jacket, my little feet are wrapped up to the tip, and I untie the fragrant luo Take it off and peel it off..." The voice was rough and sounded somewhat familiar.
Guo Chuanlin frowned unconsciously, hid the baggage in the firewood pile, stood up and came forward, greeting: "Good morning, General Jiang!"
Jiang Ermao staggered on his feet, looked up suddenly and saw Guo Chuanlin, and then he smiled and said: "You brat, I was shocked! You will be happy, you have found a good place, I heard that the owner of this household is He started out in the jade business and has a few valuable old items."
Guo Chuanlin said calmly: "Emerald? Scared, the head of the household had already escaped before the city was broken. There is nothing left."
"There's nothing left? You kid wants to take it all for yourself!" Jiang Ermao glared at him and said disapprovingly, "A wealthy family like this has a darkroom. Look carefully, there are some good things!"
He picked up the mace and staggered towards the courtyard. Guo Chuanlin was a few steps behind, thoughts racing in his mind. This Jiang Ermao is a general under the command of the marshal, nicknamed "Ginger Butcher". He gets drunk and behaves like a fool. He refuses to pay anyone's bills. This is the case with the jade business. The promise is true. He probably got some accurate information. I just rushed here early in the morning to get a vote.
"Guo, let me tell you, I have very fierce eyes. You can't hide your thoughts from me..." He suddenly stopped and listened with half-open mouth, as if he noticed something moving.
A muffled coughing sound came from the bedroom. It seemed to be a young woman.
"It's his grandma's, his grandma's, and there's a woman hidden in it!" Jiang Ermao suddenly became excited, yelled, opened the door with his kick, picked up his mace and started smashing it around, shouting and shouting, searching all over the house. woman.
He was really drunk. He caught his right foot with his left foot and threw himself to the ground. The mace hit the partition and opened a big hole. The little maid held her head and screamed loudly, revealing her hiding place.
"Sure enough, there is a woman!" Jiang Ermao smashed open the secret room, reached out his hand, and pulled out the maid. She was young, her figure was not yet developed, she had no breasts, no butt, and no butt. Jiang Ermao stared at her for a long time, shook his head and said, "It's not good-looking, too ugly!" He pushed her aside casually.
The middle-aged man rushed out, hugged his calf, and begged: "Master, please spare us, we will work as cows and horses in the next life..."
Jiang Ermao raised his foot and kicked him away, cursing: "Go away, who wants you to be a cow or horse? His grandmother's, I want to rob money and women!" He put his head into the dark room, took a deep breath, and laughed. Said: "It smells so good! It smells so good!"
The middle-aged man was horrified and was about to pounce on him to plead. Guo Chuanlin grabbed his shoulders and lowered his voice and said, "Don't go. Butcher Jiang kills people like chickens. If you offend him, there will be no good end!"
It turned out that he was Jiang Ermao, the "butcher" who was famous for his brutality among the rebels. The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and burst into tears in despair.
"Hey, the girl is really pretty!" Jiang Ermao stretched out his arms, grabbed the woman's skirt, and dragged her out of the darkroom. Guo Chuanlin looked closely and saw that she was a frail and skinny girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with almost transparent skin, thin lips that lacked blood, and was so sick that she could not stand firmly and fell to the ground.
Jiang Ermao was stunned for a long time and complained: "His grandma is so skinny and skinny. If it weren't for the lack of women, I wouldn't have slept with you..." He hurriedly took off his leather armor.
The girl covered her mouth and coughed painfully, her back bent in an arc, and she couldn't breathe.
Guo Chuanlin opened and closed his five fingers, and his joints made a soft "gurgle" sound. Jiang Ermao, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, turned around instinctively, stared at a pair of red eyes, and shouted fiercely: "Guo, what do you want to do? Are you trying to steal a woman from me? ?”
Guo Chuanlin shook his head and spread his hands, indicating that he had no intention of interfering.
Jiang Ermao laughed ferociously and said: "This woman, ha, after I've done it, it will be your turn, if she's not dead yet! Go, drag that old thing to the kitchen, kill the pot of broth, and eat it full Let’s go to the next one—follow me and I won’t treat you badly!”
Guo Chuanlin drew his sword from his waist and patted his face. The middle-aged man was so frightened that he screamed: "Don't, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
The girl who fell to the ground raised her right hand, tightly grasped the hairpin, and stabbed her throat feebly. Jiang Ermao caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and slapped his hairpin away.
His mind was slightly distracted, and Guo Chuanlin swung out his sword and cut it from the right side of his neck. The blade was deeply embedded in his shoulder blade.
