Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 4 4, Good Man Fights the Landlord and Team Contribution
"Uncle?!"

Uncle, the oldest member of Van der Lin's gang, no one knows what his real name is, but that's what everyone calls him anyway.Notoriously lazy and greedy in the gang, he belongs to the kind who can't do anything, can't eat enough, and eats and waits to die.Many people in the gang don't understand why Dach keeps such a person, and they often look down on him, but Dai Ping'an doesn't dare to be careless at all: this old fritter is the smartest one among all the people.

"Why is it you?" Dai Ping'an's hoarse voice sounded strangely like a night owl in the forest at night.

"Hush... Keep your voice down, don't disturb everyone's sleep." The uncle didn't feel embarrassed at all when the act of stealing things was discovered, but he said righteously: "Why can't it be me, Dach asked me to stare at you .”

"Really? But how do I remember, what Dach said was for you to "take care" of mine"

That's right, Uncle is one of the people Daqi arranged to take care of Dai Ping'an.

"It's taking care of you. That's why I came here to see if you fell asleep. It's very cold here at night. How about I go find you a blanket again? Get it for you now."

As he spoke, the uncle turned around and went to find a blanket for Dai Pingan, but he never came back...

Dai Ping'an was speechless.

Tonight was his first night in Van der Lin's gang, and it stands to reason that many people would come to inquire about him.Whether it was the scheming Daqi, Hosea, or the game's protagonist Arthur Morgan, even if Micah came to make trouble, Dai Ping'an had prepared corresponding plans.

Who knew it was the uncle who stole the wine!
Dai Pingan didn't relax, he wrapped himself in a blanket, closed his eyes and continued to wait for the next person looking for him.Just like that, Dai Pingan, who was waiting, fell asleep in a daze amidst the crackling of the bonfire.

"You're such a fucking piece of shit that mud can't support the wall! I came here to work, not to come late and leave early, to sleep at work! If you want to sleep back, whoever goes home, this is not your home, get out!"

"Great rebellion! Great rebellion! You dare to cut off your braids. Are you worthy of your ancestors and the Qing Dynasty! You are no longer a member of our Chinese laborers, and you will not be able to eat here in the future. Get lost!"

"Please, save him, he's not dead, really, he's not dead! Don't throw him out, he's really alive!"

"Hurry up and bring some hot water. He is seriously injured and the wound needs to be cleaned. I know this man looks dangerous, but I can't just watch him die."

"He doesn't belong here, we can't keep him! He will ruin our peaceful life and bring us war! Death and pain follow his footsteps closely, and every step he takes will be stained Blood on it!"

"call……"

Dai Pingan, who opened his eyes, took a long breath, licked his dry lips, took a sip of wine, and swallowed the voices in his dream.

He was awakened by the sound of people getting up in the camp. The curtains of Dutch and Molly's tent were still drawn, but the others had already packed up and prepared to start a new day's work.Next to Dutch's tent is Arthur's position. After getting up, Arthur is cleaning the revolver in his hand.

Dai Pingan suddenly remembered something.

"Good morning, Mr. Morgan."

"Good morning, Mr. Death." Dai Ping'an's words yesterday might have been a bit harsh, but Arthur's tone was not very friendly: "Did you see someone's fate again, or do you have any prophecies to announce? Cough cough... "

His throat has been a little uncomfortable for the past few days, and he always coughs a few times when he wakes up in the morning, but Arthur doesn't care.He continued to lower his head to wipe his gun again, but he didn't notice that as he coughed, Dai Ping'an's expression was a little strange:
At first, I was a little regretful, then relieved, then I seemed to think of something, and I was eager to try, and finally returned to calm.

"I remember east of Valentine, no, is it home ranch to the west, Downs Ranch?"

"That's right, there is a ranch. I used to..." Arthur stopped what he was doing and raised his head, as if thinking of something unpleasant:

"I've been there once before, the rancher, Thomas Downs, and between us...how should I put it...some debt disputes. You know this too?"

"Yes, I know, you don't have to bother them anymore, his account is all on my head. No matter how much he owes you, I will pay the money back. I will talk to Dutch about this later. , I believe he will definitely agree."

"Oh? Can you tell me why?"

"Thomas Downs saved my life. He saved me from a black bear, took me back to the ranch, and bandaged my wounds."

"Then why don't you tell him where the gold is. I remember that his family's conditions are not good and he owes a lot of money."

"Because he bandaged my wound, let me recuperate, and at the same time let his son go to Valentine to call the police, haha." Dai Pingan smiled speechlessly: "He said: He couldn't bear to watch me wait to die , but he cannot break the law for me."

"Hahaha, that's really interesting, ahem." Arthur laughed and coughed, "This is really a stupid thing that a "good guy" like Thomas can do."

After breakfast, Arthur, Charles and Javier set off for West Elizabeth, preparing to rescue their companion Sean; Dutch and Josiah Trelawney took the train to Saint Denis, where they wanted to exchange gold In cash, only Hosea was left in charge of the camp and continued to work with the rest of the support staff.

They left for several days.

During this period, perhaps because of Daqi's special order and Hosea's supervision, no one else came to disturb Dai Pingan's rest.Just discussing and muttering secretly about this mysterious figure.

"This man is so ugly, it's scary to look at."

"Yeah, it's not the same as us at all, but it's a bit like Javier."

"Javier is Mexican, he is more Indian, is he Indian?"

"No, Hosea said he was from the Qing Dynasty and came by boat from far east."

"But don't the Qing people have braids on their heads? Why is he bald?"

"What's a braid?"

"How do I know! Be careful and stay away from him."

"Why? Does he scalp people like the Indians?"

"The newspapers say they are here to rob us of our jobs and money, and they are carrying terrible plagues and diseases that are contagious!"

"Really! It's scary, it's scary."

"Yeah, it seems that we need to stay away from him, wait, no, you don't even know the words, how do you read the newspaper?"

"Of course it's Da... No, I'm in the tavern... Can you fucking control me?"

Bill Williamson walked away cursing, and the others who lost interest followed suit, doing what they should do.

Did Dai Pingan hear these words?

I heard.

The whole camp was so big, of course Dai Ping'an could hear what they were talking about, anyway, this was not the first time.He didn't try to refute anything, and he didn't try to hold anyone back. He just drank more frequently from the wine in his hand, taking one sip after another. The previous box of Carrington brandy had already been used up.

After these two days of eating and drinking, Dai Ping'an's body recovered surprisingly quickly: some of the wounds on his body were scarred, and the rest no longer leaked blood. He could even go down to the ground, holding on to a tree branch, Wander around the camp twice.

The others were not too surprised by this, and felt that Dai Ping'an's body was probably just a skin trauma, which looked scary.But Pastor Swanson, the only one who knew the real condition of his body, let go of him long ago after Dai Pingan refused his medical treatment, and hid somewhere to continue taking painkillers.

"Cough cough!"

After taking another sip of wine, Dai Pingan coughed violently. This time, he coughed very hard, as if he wanted to cough up something in his stomach.After a long time, Dai Pingan, who had calmed down, finally straightened up and looked at the two opposite faces:

A face, old, unshaven, looks simple and honest, but the sly light in the eyes can't be hidden;

Another face, sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, sparse yellow beard, like a big yellow mouse, plus the bruise in the left eye that has not dissipated, you don't need to look to know that this is not a good person.

Uncle and Micah, these are the people Dach specially arranged to "take care" of Dai Ping'an.

Micah's feelings towards Dai Ping'an were a bit complicated, a bit of fear, a bit of flattery, a bit of resentment, and a trace of guilt that could be completely ignored.But Dai Ping'an was much more open-minded, he didn't care about the other party's previous actions at all, and expressed his understanding of Micah's actions.

"I'm sorry, I was a little excited yesterday. It's my fault. I promised to give you as much gold as I promised. I will make up for the part you handed over to the gang before." Dai Pingan said Micah explained:

"I'm a very simple person. You can't kill me with a single shot. I'm alive again. We can still make deals, as long as the price is fair!"

When he said this, Dai Ping'an's voice was hoarse, but he smiled brightly and sincerely, without stuttering at all.As for whether Micah believed it or not in the end, he didn't care, anyway, he believed it.

In this way, under Dai Ping'an's sincere smile, he, Micah, and later the uncle got together in less than a day.

Today is the third day, and the three of them got together again after breakfast.

Dai Ping'an's face was a bit ugly. He looked at the two people across the table with a serious expression and thought for a long time. The ring finger of his right hand brushed back and forth involuntarily across the smooth top of his head.

This is the deal he made with his uncle yesterday with the last bottle of brandy, a bottle of high-end Carrington brandy in exchange for a professional hairdressing service for the uncle.I have to say that the uncle's craftsmanship is really good, with a razor flying up and down, he shaved Dai Pingan's big, shiny bald head in a short while.

"Four Qs!"

"Four kings! Six, seven, eight, ninety! I only have one!"

"Four twos! Two ghosts again! Three sixes and two jacks! We won! Then bookkeeping?"

"Otherwise? Where did I get the money from?"

Looking at the two triumphantly, Dai Ping angrily threw a pair of spikes on the table.

It's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to learn badly.For Landlords, Micah and Uncle learned the rules in 10 minutes, mastered the essence in half an hour, and started winning money from Dai Pingan in less than half a day.Dai Ping'an's side is still so open. If you lose, you will record the account first, and you will pay back the money when you find the gold.His attitude of treating money like dirt has become more and more popular with Micah and the uncle.

money

Who does not like?

It is not for nothing that a rich man is a man without money.

But for Dai Ping'an at this time, money is more like a seedling that causes trouble. If the money is in his hands, he may take it for his life and spend it if he doesn't. It is enough for him to suffer this loss once.

So he is more willing to choose to owe money to others. After all, he hopes that you can live well, and people who live well, except your parents, wife, children, and friends, the rest are your creditors.

What's more, he has been here for several days, so it's time to make some contributions to the gang.

"When will you take us to find gold? If it takes too long, we will have to start calculating the interest." Mika asked while writing down the numbers in the notebook, and then added:
"Although we are friends."

Not counting the previous half of the gold, Dai Pingan already owed Micah more than 200 US dollars by fighting the landlord, plus the more than 300 US dollars owed to the uncle, a big gold brick could no longer hold back.

"I understand! Don't talk about friends, even biological brothers should settle the accounts clearly. Isn't Daqi not back yet, there's no point in worrying." Dai Pingan shuffled the cards in his hand, with a very helpless face:
"Don't worry, I'm a very trustworthy person. If I find gold and make money, I will definitely return it to you as soon as possible. Mika, believe me, I'm not an uncle..."

"Hey! How can you say that about me, I'm also very trustworthy, okay, didn't I give you a blanket the next night?"

"Who cares about that stinky blanket! I'm talking about guns. You promised to find me a pistol yesterday. Why haven't I seen it until now?"

"That's because... because there are no extra guns in the camp..." The uncle's voice became smaller and smaller. He didn't believe this nonsense reason, and Micah on the side didn't move.

"Hehe, it's okay, I just said it casually, uncle, don't care, don't care!" Dai Pingan put down the cards in his hand, leaned on the chair, and brushed the ring finger of his right hand on his head again:

"Actually, I do know a place where there is a good pistol and a lot of money..."

"Money? Or gold?" Micah's eyes lit up.

"It's not gold, it's cash. That place is not far from here."

"You're not talking about Valentine's bank and gun store, are you? Do you want to rob there alone?" the uncle joked.

"Hehe, how is that possible?" Dai Pingan smiled strangely: "But that place is indeed in Valentine, a small stronghold of a gang, and there is a lot of money in it. What is the name of that gang? Oh... Oh... I remembered:

O'Drisco! "

　Thank you Mu Xi Muxi, thank you Skuli Great Engineering Warlock, thank you Tyrannosaurus Rex 8, thank you Mo Yi spicy Tiansen, and thank you book friend 20180214093206391 for the recommendation ticket
　　Special thanks to the big brother Huahu Z for his suggestions and comments, I will continue to work hard
　　


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