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Chapter 58 Running away
Wang Agui, the former leader of the exchange gang, left behind a lot of banknotes, but most of them are the hard currency of this era, heavy silver dollars.

2000 yuan in silver dollars is a huge sum of money.But one silver dollar weighs seven cents, and 2000 yuan silver dollars weighs 140 catties, so I can't carry it with me.

Wu and Zhang had no choice but to hide 1000 silver dollars on the beam, and Wu Qing carried the remaining 1000 silver dollars away.

After removing the Chihe Knife that nailed the chunky man to the tree, Wu Qing and Zhang Zaiqi went to Liu's Medical Center without stopping.

Zhang Ziqi's old mother and Wu Qing's aunt have been treated in this clinic.She has tuberculosis.

Zhang Ziqi was not asked to carry silver dollars, but he was asked to carry his old mother.It's not that his old mother can't walk, but it's slow and strenuous, and Zhang Ziqi is a dutiful son.

Wu and Zhang ran away and could not leave her behind.

This is also what Wu Qing feels guilty about Zhang Zaiqi.I can only buy enough medicines first, and then we can talk about it after this period of time.

By the way, Zhang Ziqi was asked to bandage the wound briefly in this medical clinic.

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It was already afternoon, a long time after Wu Qing left.

The gate of the courtyard of the former community house was knocked open.

Eight or nine strong men rushed into the courtyard with a young man with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The aggressive men froze as soon as they entered the courtyard.

More than a dozen corpses, viscera, blood, and pickled liquid were scattered all over the place.

If Wu Qing was still present, he would definitely recognize that the guy with the bruised nose and swollen face was Brother Gui's subordinate.

So the identities of these eight or nine men are about to be revealed.Li Yushi's men.

Before he could react, another group of people barged in, making noise outside the house.

"The damn thing is that you have changed to a new owner."

High-pitched, supercilious voice, it's not the gongs of other gangs, it's the patrol captain in this area, with a baton in his hand, leading two patrolmen with rifles on their backs, who look like bamboo poles, and use the batons to open the gate The beating gong boy stepped into the courtyard.

Don't say anything, first he was stunned, and then tremblingly asked his subordinates to raise their guns.

It's not over.

Two more patrolmen stepped on their black leather shoes and walked to the door with their pistols in hand. Seeing so many people surrounding them, one of the patrolmen was disheveled, with red cheeks, drunken face, and his wandering eyes glanced at the door. After a while, I asked him to put away the little compass with a dangling pointer, with a sad face,

"boom."

He shot himself in the air,
Everyone in the courtyard shrank their necks.

The drunken patrolman kicked those who blocked the way one by one in an extremely ruthless manner. The kicked person looked back and saw that it was a police officer with a pistol, obediently let the passageway go.

The patrolman and his colleagues rushed to the front of the crowd and looked at the blood on the ground, but they didn't have any special expressions.

The drunk patrolman looked around.

The corpse, the Jiushou sword broken into two sections, and the two people who came first, looked around the courtyard, and finally cast their eyes on the wooden hairpin mixed in the filth.

His sleepy eyes woke up, and there was a lot of fear in them.

"boom."

The drunk patrolman wobbled and fired another shot into the air,
"Qi (sounds the same as that) the anti-smuggling team of the Transport Bureau is doing business, no one else, let me go!"

This drunken patrolman was different from his colleagues in that his collar badge was different from the "Yu Jiang" embroidered by ordinary policemen. On his collar badge was the word "Salt Affairs".

When Wu Qing fought against Red Mantis Zhou Zhihong for the first time, he was disturbed by a police patrol firing guns.That patrolman was also a salt patrolman.

Dead all over the place.Ba, the patrol chief who came first, had to get involved in this matter.He hurriedly greeted his subordinates to leave.

Li Yushi's subordinates came with Li Yushi's death order. Seeing the drunken policeman's domineering attitude, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask,

"Isn't your transportation bureau in charge of salt affairs? Also in charge of street affairs?"

The drunk patrolman glanced at him and ignored him.

The man refused, and said again

"My man, Li Yushi, his old grandson died, and he was insane. I want to search this house, is it convenient?"

His answer was a gunshot, and a flower of blood exploded on the man's thigh.

The pistol in the drunken policeman's hand smoked from the muzzle, he looked impatient,
"roll."

Domineering.

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There are many mountains in Nanjiang Province, one layer covers another layer, and the mountain roads are hard to find. The mountains are dotted with countless small villages and settlements.

Some villages even choose not to communicate with the outside world due to years of wars, and are isolated from the inside and outside.

Wu Qing and Zhang Ziqi talked about going back to the countryside to avoid the limelight.Naturally, their hometown cannot be Daedao Bianzhuang.

Yujiang County used to be the prefectural city of Yujiang Prefecture, with six counties under its jurisdiction, and these six counties were all said to be the countryside of Yujiang.

Time entered the Republic of China, and Yujiang, as Nanyu Road Yinzhi County, led 23 counties, and the scope of Yujiang countryside expanded again.

The other three first-class counties in Nanyu Dao may not be recognized, but in the eyes of Yujiang people, out of Yujiang, the huge Nanyu Dao is a rural area.

The hometown of Wu Qing and Zhang Zaiqi is in a small rural county separated by two counties from Yujiang County, a third-class county called Gancheng County——and still going down.

It is a small village in the mountains surrounding Gancheng County.

Rural village, Shanliao.

It is said that it is the countryside, yes, but there are several types of countryside.

There are ten miles away from the city, the main road and Bianzhuang.

There are leaning against the river and the water, the Gulf Stream Village.

It's even more like Wu Qing's hometown. You can't see how many mountains you have to climb, how many ridges you have, and how many rivers you have to swim. Hidden behind several mountains, there is a small mountain village called Wujia Village.

A small mountain village where few outsiders come and few people come out is just right for sheltering from the limelight.

Wu Qing and Zhang Zaiqi received Zhang Zaiqi's old lady and bought two months' worth of medicinal materials from the medical center. They hired a carriage and drove to the west of Yujiang River. They packed a small sampan and walked along the West River. After drifting all afternoon, when it got dark to Yidutou, I found a small hotel nearby and stayed overnight.

These days, if he just leaves the gate of Yujiang City, he may be kidnapped by bandits, let alone walking on the night road in the mountains.

In particular, Wu Qing already knew that folk tales and monsters in Qianguo were not necessarily fake, and Wu Qing didn't want to run into anything unclean.

The next day, when the sun was shining, the three of them set out again, and they were exhausted from the whole day's work.

There are no horse-drawn carts at the small ferry, but ox carts.After walking until dusk, I came to a small alley called Che Ting Xiang, and I just stopped.

At this time, it has entered the county of Gancheng County.All three breathed a sigh of relief.

Mama Zhang didn't know what happened, Wu Qing and Zhang Ziqi tacitly didn't explain it to her.But she wasn't crazy. Seeing her son and nephew rushing like this, she couldn't help but feel worried.

It happened that an umbrella maker lived next to the hotel that night. Before, the Chihe knife that Wu Qing was carrying was either wrapped in rags or newspapers. It was very inconvenient, so he asked the umbrella maker to make an umbrella sheath for him overnight.Same as the original knife.

In the years of war, the roads are not peaceful, and it is not uncommon for travelers to hide their weapons in all kinds of weird ways.The sword in the stick, the knife in the umbrella, umbrella craftsmen who like to listen to operas have heard of it and seen it, but they didn't expect to be able to take this business.

In the umbrella craftsman's home, painted oilcloth and tanned bamboo strips are ready-made, the only troublesome thing is the handle of the umbrella.

The existing raw materials are two-finger-thick yellow bamboo, which cannot hide the Chihe knife.

But Wu Qing offered two silver dollars, and was so anxious that the umbrella craftsman had to cut out a few pieces of bamboo, and hooped an umbrella handle with iron wire.

Ugly is ugly, but so be it.Wu Qing didn't expect to make it as beautiful as the red umbrella in Xianglian's hand because of the sudden rise.

Wu Qing didn't like red either, so she made black umbrellas.

The next day, in the early morning light, Wu and Zhang bought some gifts for their families in this small town.

Caramel, new cloth and the like.

Wu Qing was carrying a cloth bag with silver dollars on his back, a gift, and a black umbrella with a Chihe knife, while Zhang Zaiqi carried his old mother on his back, and the two plunged into the rugged mountain road.

This year is no worse than Wu Qing's previous life.

Into the mountains, there is no way.

One foot is deep and the other is shallow, walking through the forest and crossing the stream, until noon, Wu Qing climbed several mountains before he saw Wujia Village, which was familiar to the original owner in the depression.

The village is surrounded by a group of cascading green hills, the hills are bent into a bow shape, and the houses of about [-] families are located among them. There is a pond at the entrance of the village, which is the daily water pool of Wujia Village. Into pieces.

There are no villages connected to each other these days. A small village in the mountains is separated by many mountains, ridges, and rivers, and there is no serious road. Although it is not isolated from the world, it is very close to the outside world. Less traffic is the current situation of this small mountain village.Especially since it is not peaceful outside, people in the village are not very willing to go out.War miles.

At most, relatives from the upper and lower villages come and go to the town to buy daily necessities such as salt and sugar.

(End of this chapter)