The Book of Heaven

Chapter 17

Ma Zheng rubbed his nose, and waved to Ma Zhao, indicating that the two of them should leave soon.

Similar farces are often staged in restaurants, and the only ones worth mentioning are the two fresh faces of Ma Zheng and Ma Zhao.Seeing more and more eyes focus on him, Ma Zheng clasped his fists together and said, "My name is Ma Zheng, and I have a badge on my waist. This is my follower."

This move was a way of showing his identity, and it also represented Ma Zheng's official debut in Majiabao.

No one would make things difficult for Ma Zheng, after all, even if the leg in the middle of the freckles really can't be used in the future, it's not Ma Zheng's fault, and the single-horse badge on the black background is enough to make Ma Zheng fight with any Ma family disciple in the restaurant But you won't be punished - he is the lowest rank, you will be beaten, you will be ashamed and you deserve it.

"It's uneasy to eat a meal."

Far away from the restaurant, Ma Zheng was still shaking his head.This is still his family, and the weak are already preying on the strong, so he doesn't know what the world he yearns for will be like.

Ma Zhao, who followed Ma Zheng step by step, drooped his head most of the time, not because he liked it, but there was nothing worth seeing.

No matter how big Wubao is, it is limited, and even if Ma Zheng has a waist card, there are still some places that cannot be set foot.

After noon, the whole Wubao could not turn around. Ma Zheng slapped his forehead lightly, turned around and said to Ma Zhao: "It's such a cold day, why don't we find a room to live in?"

Ma Zhao's mouth twitched, not sure if it was a smile or not.

A dock is not big, but there are many people living in it.With the concentration of population, there are naturally various problems, first one is food, and the other is housing.

In recent years, Ma Zheng belonged to the lowest level of Wubao, the periphery.This level has the most people, and the living conditions are the worst.Such people are not qualified to live in a house, only a shack.

If the outside world is relatively peaceful, people at the bottom like these can still find a place to build their own huts around Wubao, and they can grow some vegetables in front of and behind the house to satisfy their hunger. Those that are still hunted in the forest and fished in the river can be traded in Wubao.

But now the Twelve Clans are becoming more and more powerful. Although no large-scale joint operations have been organized yet, small-scale operations continue. The chaotic situation has spawned groups of bandits and bandits, forcing ordinary people not to dare Spending the night outside the fort, sleeping in a shack is strong, but it is better than not being able to see the sun the next day.

As an old fort that has been rebuilt many times, the inner, middle, and outer floors of the A-shaped fort are actually not small.

Entering the fort gate is the outer area, passing through the middle gate is the children's area, and in the large area of ​​the children's area, there are only [-] houses built. As for the inner door, it is naturally exclusive to the owner of the castle.

Because of the shape of Wubao, the rooms inside the central gate are a circle around the core area.

Among them, there are a total of hundreds of rooms, one for entry and one for exit, which are for elders and qualified people to live in the family, and the rest are single rooms, called row houses, where the children of the Ma family live in the Jiazibao.

There are hundreds of Datong shop houses rising from the four directions of Wubao, southeast, northwest, called small houses, for the soldiers to live in.

Whether it's the outskirts or the children's area, there are also essential facilities such as warehouses and school yards, occupying the small area in Wubao.

Ordinary people who have no status can only find a place in the periphery. Those who have some ability can naturally build a house together. For an orphan in his teens like Ma Zheng, it is considered lucky to have a shack to hide in.

If you want to pass the middle gate, you must have a waist card, which will not trouble Ma Zheng.

The [-] terraced houses in the Zidi District are not always fully occupied, some rooms will always be vacant, or some people will be kicked out.

Ma Zheng was kicked out that year. On that stormy night, when his mother had just buried herself in the ground and her eyes were still swollen from crying, Ma Zheng was kicked out.

When he got up from the river, Ma Zheng, who looked like a man, wandered around the dock like a ghost. If the two stewards hadn't pitied him for allowing him to chop firewood for a bite of food, Ma Zheng would have starved to death that day.

Fate is so miraculous that even Ma Zheng himself doesn't know how he survived the winters in that windy shack with a bed of rotten cotton wool.

Walking around the row house, Ma Zheng smiled as he walked.

The lintel of each row house is numbered. This is a pioneering work of the Ma family. In Ma Zheng's opinion, it is indeed very scientific. It is not only easy to manage, but also makes it difficult for people to get lost. They can all be retrieved easily, as long as you remember the serial number - Geng 28.

"Maybe there will be another fight, big man, are you afraid you won't shoot?"

Walking to the corner of the row house, it happened to be Geng Yi, followed this sign and walked through 27 doors, and we arrived.

This row of doors, some are open, some are closed.There were some people sitting on the promenade in front of the door, they were all disciples of the Ma family in the row house, for them, Ma Zheng was very unfamiliar.

"hey-hey."

Ma Zhao grinned and smiled.

"Open the door!"

Stepping on the promenade, under your feet are thick wooden boards that have been filthy for an unknown number of years, and in front of you is the door with the number "Geng 28" hanging on the lintel.

There was no movement after calling the door twice, Ma Zheng raised his hand and slapped him hard.

The painted door panels trembled, and fluffy dust sprayed out from the gaps in the door panels, like clouds of poisonous mist, which forced Ma Zheng to lean back slightly, and also cut off his thoughts of continuing to shoot.

He didn't need to pat anymore, because there was a "creak" sound, and the door that was close to falling apart opened three inches wide, revealing a dirty face four fingers wide.

"Ma Zhao, write it down, this door should be changed." Ma Zheng decided his attitude from the height of that face.

"In charge?"

The source of the voice was a head shorter than Ma Zheng, and Ma Zheng, who didn't want to bow his head, sighed in his heart that he was unlucky.

"Where is the house collector, Ma Qiwu, let him come out for me!"

The momentum is not weak, but it is really difficult for Ma Zheng to face a little girl's evil behavior.

Some guys in the promenade rubbing their feet to watch the fun were laughing, but Ma Zheng could only continue to keep a straight face.It's a pity that his straight face is not very useful, the black and white eyes in the crack of the door skip Ma Zheng and look at Ma Zhao.

The figure of eight feet high and three and a half feet wide stood at the door, and the light and shadow would plunge the whole door into darkness, and it also appeared that Ma Zheng's face was very dark, so dark that water could drip out.

"My uncle is next door"

The door was suddenly slammed shut, Ma Zheng was taken aback for a moment, and was forced to spray his face by the sprayed dust.

"Next door? Pull on the next door, knock on the door!"

Backing away and turning around, Ma Zheng pointed to the door of Room No. 27 of Geng, and called to Ma.

Ma Zhao didn't seem to be able to tell the difference between "knock" and "beat". He grinned and raised his fist, which was bigger than a sand bowl, and swung it away.

"The one with no asshole dared to smash the door of our house."

A white figure rushed out with a pig-like scolding, and before Ma Zheng could see his face clearly, he flew back at a faster speed - Ma Zhao's chest was thick and full of elasticity.

The woman's scream and the sound of furniture cracking sounded at the same time, making Ma Zheng frown involuntarily.

Frowning at the same time, there are also some spectators in the long corridor. Of course they know who lives in Geng 27. That mandrill-like guy, isn't he so strong that it makes people speechless?
Waving his right hand in front of his nose, Ma Zheng stepped across the threshold.

If his memory is correct, he should have stepped on a thick wooden plank, but the soles of his feet were slippery, as if he was stepping on mud. When he looked down, it was as dirty as the shack where Ma Zheng slept.

(End of this chapter)