Lu Ming

Chapter 60

Before he could understand, there was a noise in the distance.Yang Er glanced at it, and could vaguely see that among the wreckage of the burnt down front hall, there were dozens of people who seemed to be working, not knowing what to do.

As he stretched his head and looked around, he followed Ping Lao San to the gate of the dilapidated side hall. Yang Er saw seven or eight people sitting there drinking tea to cool off the heat.No one else knows him, but there is only one person with a scorpion on his forehead. He cannot fail to recognize him—as one of the most eye-catching upstarts in the gang, the uncle Hu Xianhu, who is responsible for training newcomers, is here at this moment, and it is even more so. Let Yang Er's heart "squeak".

After Ping Laosan went up to exchange a few words with Hu Xian, he turned around and patted him on the shoulder, smiled meaningfully, turned his head and left.

At this time, Yang Er had already faintly noticed that he might have been betrayed by Hu Zhengqi.This Moyunguan has been reserved by Hu Xian, and it may be what he is doing.
However, there was no room for him to think about it at this time. Seeing Hu Xian looking over, Yang Er's heart froze.

What surprised him was still later: Uncle Hu Xian was not in charge of this place. After Yang Er greeted him, Hu Xian just glanced at him, then immediately put on a smile, turned his head and whispered to the big man sitting above him. sentence.

This big man has a bald head, a face full of flesh, his upper body is naked, and his fine white flesh is shining with oil. His body is really as generous as Yang Er's two, sitting there like a bear.Holding a palm fan in one hand and shaking it gently, a leather box hangs around his waist, revealing a half silver handle.

After taking a peek at the big man, Yang Er hurriedly lowered his head. The next moment, a strange but peaceful question rang out in his ear: "What's the name of the little brother?"

"Go back to the uncle, little Yang Er."

"Yo, this name sounds boring, how old is the little brother?"

"Seventeen."

After inquiring about Yang Er's background, the big man nodded with satisfaction: "This child is good, I like it, and he looks smart. Old Hu, take him to wash and clean up, put food afterward, and reward him. Medicines, all go according to the regulations."

"Don't worry, Master Wei, Hu Xian can save it."

In this way, Yang Er followed Hu Xian in the fog and walked towards the back of the temple.

The Zhonghe River runs through Hangzhou City, connects to the Grand Canal, connects with Wulin Gate in the north, and exits Fengshan Gate in the south. It is the busiest river in the city.From south to north, there are a total of nine stone bridges standing across the river. Every day, there is a continuous stream of people on the bridges, and there are constant boats under the bridges, creating a busy scene.

Dengyun Bridge is next to the Gongyuan in the north of the city. It is the closest one to the Wulin Gate among the nine bridges, and it is a major traffic road.Even though the sky was about to reveal its white belly at this time, people who got up early to work had already started to walk across the bridge in twos and threes.

The people on the bridge got up early, but the people under the bridge didn't want to wake up, or in other words, they couldn't wake up anymore.

Jiang Shisan had been lying down under Dengyun Bridge for two days.

He hadn't stood up since he fainted under the bridge two days ago.Jiang Shisan, who was only 15 years old and begged all the way from Chuzhou to Hangzhou, is now lying on the muddy floor under the Dengyun Bridge, with only two eyes still rolling weakly. He knows in his heart that he is not far from death up.

With the last of his strength, he tilted his head, wanting to take one last look at the brothers who were suffering together.

In addition to Jiang Shisan, there were three people who were also motionless under the broken straw mat, perhaps corpses.A stench emanated from under the mat. Jiang Shisan remembered that before he passed out last time, there were six or seven people under the bridge, but when he woke up, half of them were left.

The early morning sun rose, and a golden light shone over. Seeing the sun, Jiang Shisan felt a familiar dizziness.In a trance, a spirit boat floated from the middle of the river. Jiang Shisan saw his dead father and mother standing on the bow of the boat, waving to him, and he hurriedly shouted: "Father, mother, take your son away, you can't hold it. down"

He closed his eyes.

With a "chirp" sound, the spirit boat stopped under the bridge.

There were no ghosts on the boat, but two living people jumped off.Both of them were wearing linen clothes and wrapped their mouths and noses with white cloth. They came over to uncover the straw mats, and probed the breath of the people under the mats one by one. One of them turned around and said angrily to the bow of the boat, "Master Gu, there is only one left. Have a breath."

Lord Gu is the old bone, the head of the human transformation field.The beggar gang took the opportunity to act that day, supported Zhou Tong on the spot, and kept his position afterwards.Lao Gu's errand is very simple, that is, to lead his subordinates to collect the burial road all over the city, and then transport the corpse back to the incarnation field for burning and burial.

Old Gu, wearing a bamboo hat and dressed as an old peasant, is sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat smoking a tobacco pouch. Hearing the report from his subordinates, the old bone knocked on the smoking rod on the bow: "You feel angry, but I don't see it. If you're angry, bring them up."

After a while, the five corpses had been carried onto the boat. Lao Gu glanced at Jiang Shisan who was finally carried aboard, and said lightly, "Have a sip of water and get off the boat."

The flat-bottomed boat with a white flag without a word was restarted. It stopped and went south, along the Zhonghe all the way to the south, stopping every now and then to lift two corpses up.Until the boat left the Fengshan Water Gate, it went back to Wulipu in the east of the city along the Tiesha River, unloaded the corpses on the boat, and then quietly set off, heading north all the way, and finally stopped at the river branch in front of Moyun Temple. inside.

Not long after, the people who came out of the temple and the old bones on the boat finished the handover, and Jiang Shisan and three other dying people were carried back to Moyun Temple.

I don't know how long it took, he woke up from the coma leisurely.

The first time I woke up, I saw a strange face painted in purple and red, staring at me.

"I'm afraid it's just horse noodles, I should have arrived in the underworld." Jiang Shisan thought.

The next moment, "Ma Mian" said in a Hangzhou dialect: "You're awake, I'm going to make porridge and rice for you." After speaking, the man got up and left, Jiang Shisan, who was thinking extremely slowly, was still doing it at this time. I don't know the situation, until after "Ma Mian" fed a mouthful of hot rice porridge into his mouth, he only recovered his soul and found that he was still in the world. "Ma Mian" is just a living person, except that he has a large purple birthmark on his face, and he is bald and hairless. At first glance, he looks like a ghost.

After Jiang Shisan slowly drank half a bowl of rice porridge, his spirits improved a lot.He found himself lying in a dilapidated hall, with straw under his body and a straw mat on his body. There were four other people lying like him in the room.

"I don't know the name of my benefactor Gao, thank you for Thirteen." Slowly opening his mouth, Jiang Shisan asked in a hoarse voice.

"I'm Yang Er, I'm not your benefactor, there are other people who take you in." Yang Er grinned and said.

"Oh, it's Big Brother Yang in person, I don't know where this is?"

(End of this chapter)