The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 36 Bloody Hands

As the night fell, the cold moonlight blew across the foot of the mountain like water. In the quiet mountain village, there were occasional coughs and dog barks. The small fenced courtyard at one foot was illuminated by evening lights from the grass shed. The little fox was quiet Sitting in the courtyard, looking at the moon with his tail wagging his head.

The wind whimpered and blew across the courtyard, the oil lamp standing on the stove swayed gently, and the family of three ate around the dilapidated small table, with a Geng Dachun to take away, gesticulating with chopsticks, and talking about what happened yesterday.

"Aunt, you didn't see that our Dazhu is so majestic, just like the general on the stage full of flags, like a no-man's land, a row of tolerances behind him flashed their knives, that scene, tsk tsk, I I’ve never seen Dachun before, it’s so comforting!”

The thatched shed was dimly lit, and the exaggerated tone spoken from Dachun's naive expression made the old couple laugh out loud. When he came back from the make-up suit, the smile on his face never stopped.

Recalling what Mr. Geng said to him that day, his old Geng family finally had a promising person.

"Zhuzi, work hard, your mother and I are illiterate and have no experience, so it doesn't matter how good or powerful you are, you, just live your life down-to-earth, marry a wife and have a few children."

Geng Qing raised his head, nodded with a smile, took a piece of chicken and put it in the old man's bowl, and said with a smile: "There will be good days, don't worry, I will go to the city tomorrow to order Mao, and I have to find a place Open a blacksmith shop, and then persuade blacksmith Wang from Niujiaji to go to the city, share half of the proceeds with him, and give the rest to Dachun and the other three, won’t this make life stable and stable?”

"It's up to you." The old man Geng said to him with a smile, and he stopped objecting. Over there, after Geng Qing finished eating, he put down the bowls and chopsticks, asked Shang Dachun to help clean up the table bowls and chopsticks, and lifted them up. The two stools sat under the eaves, talked about what to do tomorrow, discussed some details, and then left in the middle of the night.

'This afternoon, Liu Mang's family must have moved out. '

Under the oil lamp brought into the room, behind the worn door god paper, Geng Qing stared unblinkingly at the big fork under the red calligraphy and painting, sighed, lit the paper and threw it out of the window lattice, After the fire was extinguished, he flipped through a newly bought book, read it for a while, then yawned, and simply turned off the light and lay down on the couch to sleep.

Early in the morning of the second day, before it was completely bright, Geng Dachun was waiting outside in a donkey cart. Geng Qing rubbed his eyes and came out, washed up casually, put on mending clothes and beat the woman who was lighting the fire in front of the stove. Saying hello, hurried out of the courtyard gate, and jumped into the carriage.

"Here! My mother branded it."

Dachun threw a pancake from his bosom, took one himself, shook the reins with one hand, and shouted excitedly: "Let's go!"

Acridine, arrrrr...

The green donkey raised its hooves and neighed twice, let out a heavy breath, and slammed onto the ground, then dragged the carriage, and Geng Qing and Da Chun on it, and walked slowly, flicking its tail.

The misty mist in the mountains and the outcropping morning sun glowed with hints of apricot. The donkey cart passed through the dirt road in the mountains. On the rickety cart, Geng Qing closed his eyes and hurried to catch up on sleep. Soon, the movement of the donkey cart gradually became quieter. Dachun's voice came from ahead: "Da Zhu, we're here."

Opening his eyes, he found that he had parked on the side of the street in the town. Geng Qing yawned, got up and stretched comfortably, and asked Dachun to wait outside, then jumped off the car and walked briskly into the car. There is a narrow bluestone road next to it, about five feet away, is a blacksmith's shop. I went to look at the door panel. After a while, there were footsteps coming to open the door, and took down a long wooden board. In the gap exposed, Blacksmith Wang saw Geng Qing at the door subconsciously wanted to put the door panel back together.

"Master Wang, wait."

Geng Qing hastily stretched out his hand to stop him, but didn't go in. He smiled at the blacksmith through the gap, then raised his sleeves and arched his hands.

"What I did last time was really wrong, but didn't I also give the money for the rivets later? This time I came here early this morning. First, I wanted to apologize to Master Wang. Second, I really wanted to talk to Wang about something serious. Said the master."

There was a pause in his tone, and he frankly told the other party the reason for his trip, hoping to reopen a blacksmith shop in the city.

"I've already taken care of the yamen. We just need to choose a good location and we can open the shop. It's a pity that Master Wang's craftsmanship is placed in Niujiaji, let alone how many people there are. , Which household can change their farm equipment every day? When they arrive in the city, they will not only earn a lot of money, but also let many people know about your craftsmanship. After a few years, maybe you can buy a small courtyard in the city. Adding a little person to run around the courtyard, not to mention how pleasant it is."

Unless you are out of breath from the grind of life and simply lie flat, no one would want to go to a high place.

When Tiejiang Wang was told this, he was naturally moved. Now that the little brother in front of him is a member of the public family, he must be trustworthy. Immediately, he quickly let go of the door and let Geng Qing in. They discussed the opening of the shop and the division of labor. The two discussed It was settled, Geng Qing walked out, turned around and cupped his hands again, and said goodbye to the blacksmith.

"Master Wang, please go back. If you have time in the afternoon, you can go to the city to see if there is a suitable place. I will come back another day to make arrangements."

"Okay then, go slowly!"

The two arched their hands, Geng Qing turned and went back outside, Dachun was waiting on the donkey cart, and was talking to a government servant on horseback at this time, when he saw a figure walking out of the corner of his eye, he hurriedly turned his head to greet him.

"Dazhu, come quickly, this gentleman is looking for you, luckily he saw us stopping here, otherwise he would have to go to the village."

Here, Geng Qing was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that he would just go directly to the Yamen today, why is there still a Yamen servant coming to see him, and he still came from the direction of Liu's house.

His eyes fell on the colleague, and he raised his hand: "What happened?"

The yamen servant looked around. There were still few pedestrians in the early morning, so he urged his horse to get close to the cart, leaned his body, and whispered: "It's a big deal, Mr. Liu's family, even the servants and the guards were killed. The body is here. On the forest road in the middle of the official road leading to Yanmen in the north of Liu's house. An Sibing rushed over this morning, and asked me to come over to inform you that you don't need to go to the Yamen for a while, and we will go back together after dealing with this matter."

When the words were being spoken, Geng Qing's heart skipped a beat when he heard "all were killed". Other things that happened later due to the trend, I thought it would happen, but I didn't expect such a result.

Geng Qing nodded without saying a word, sat down on the low stool in the car, and finally spoke to Dachun, "Go and have a look."

The voice fell tremblingly. During the ups and downs, he lowered his eyes and looked at the palms spread on his knees, which vaguely seemed to be covered with blood, piercing his eyes.

'I can't stop it, I can't stop it'

As the donkey cart followed the horses of the predecessors, the mountain road overlapped on both sides, the dense forest was compact, and there were many policemen and government servants on the road in the middle, searching for clues. Geng Qing came down and looked at the mountain. He took a deep breath, and the faint smell of blood still lingered.

"Dazhu, are you alright?" Dachun got off the donkey cart, put on the reins and followed from behind, before he could say a complete sentence, a strong smell of blood penetrated his nose, and in his raised eyes, The soil on the ground was dark red, the frame of the car was scattered, and corpses stretched out in all directions, and even a head was not far from his feet, and he stared straight at him with his eyes open.

"Wow--"

Dachun was so frightened that he covered his mouth, turned around and ran, rushed to the side of the donkey cart under a tree, squatted on the ground and vomited vigorously, making the green donkey next to him snort heavily, and opened his mouth and nose, disgusting him. The vomit stank.

Over there, Geng Qing looked at the corpses all over the ground, with an ugly expression on his face, he pursed his lips and followed the guards leading the way forward, the surrounding police were busy, lifting corpses one by one and putting them on the back of the cart overlapping.

"Brother Geng!"

At this time, An Jingsi, who was talking to a headhunter in front of him, saw him. He told the latter a few more words, walked over, took out a handkerchief and handed it to Geng Qing, "It's a bit tragic. I'm not used to it first." Cover your mouth and nose to avoid discomfort."

"Ah."

This kind of scene is indeed uncomfortable. Geng Qing has seen the world in later generations, but it is the first time he has seen such a tragic scene with his own eyes. He covered his handkerchief and looked around. On top of an obese body, the corpse was lying on the chariot, the neck had been severed, but the head was missing.

"Over there." An Jingsi thought that Geng Qing was looking for the head, and pointed to the underside of the frame, where a round human head belonged to Liu Mang, and beside the frame, there were several naked female corpses. It was his wife and concubine, her body was stained with blood, and her lower body was even more disfigured.

The woods 'rustled' in the wind, making the blood thicker, Geng Qing turned pale, turned around and squatted down.

"We will see this kind of thing in the future." An Jingsi, who was a little younger than Geng Qing, sighed quite maturely, "It's really miserable, but it's okay, the number of people is not right, and some maids seem to be He was kidnapped by the other party, and the only ones who died were Liu Mang's followers and his wives and concubines."

Geng Qing squeezed her fist and beat her forehead hard, her voice was a little low and her teeth were squeezed out.

"What do you want to say?"

"The people from the Golden Knife Gang did it."

An Jingsi clenched his hands behind his back into fists.

　Today, I’m all about the story behind. If I want to write better like Hu, I have to think hard.I hope you will be fascinated by watching it, and if you like it, you might as well support Chunfeng a lot. I want to write a better history this time.

　　
　
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