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Chapter 2 Ghosts
The sky was still dark, and the bustling and lively Linchuan City during the day was like a dormant giant beast, silent in the silent night.

At this moment, the gate of the city opened for the first time.

Because it was still early, there was no one walking at the gate of the city for the time being, only a few soldiers were guarding it, which seemed a bit deserted.

It's winter and it's cold.Even though they were thickly dressed and stood in front of the city gate, the cold wind was biting, and the guards at the gate could not help shrinking their necks.

"Damn it! It's really cold today!" One of them scolded.

The other short man couldn't help but stomped his feet a few times, "Yeah! It's a day like this, when you stay in your own room, burn a fire, and drink a few glasses of wine with your brothers, that's how you feel at ease!"

"Forget it..."

"Meow!" There was a shrill cat meowing from somewhere, and then, a black shadow quickly rushed out from the grass.

"This cat, with such a shrill bark, seems to be in heat again."

"hey-hey."

The short one smiled incredulously, "Brother, let's go out for a few drinks tomorrow."

After all, he poked the man next to him with his elbow.

Seeing this, the people next to him coaxed, "Lao Liu, it seems that you can't hold it in anymore... Let's hurry up and marry a wife!"

"It's time to marry a wife."

"It's all about wives, children, hot kang head..."

"Hahahaha." Several people laughed, but it also dispelled a bit of the coldness of the winter.

On the empty street, the cold wind whistled past, causing the tree branches by the roadside to sway.

Not far away, an ox cart squeaked across the stone road and slowly drove towards the city gate.

There was a big bucket on the ox cart. I didn't know what was in it. It looked so full that even the old scalper pulling the cart had to use all his strength.

As the bullock cart got closer, an unspeakable smell followed.

The soldier guarding the gate looked at the ox cart in front of him, covered his nose and frowned: "Go, go!"

Sitting leaning on the ox cart, the porter was wearing a gray cotton-padded coat, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, and the reins of the ox cart were pinched in his sleeves.

Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing, showing his yellow teeth, and said, "It's a few days today, little brother on duty. It's hard work."

In the cold winter, when he opened his mouth to speak, a cloud of mist came out.

The soldier who covered his nose muttered: "It's all like this, Lao Zhao, hurry up! You're so flustered."

The leaning footman laughed: "Okay!"

After all, he pulled out his hand from his sleeve and gently whipped the whip, and the old yellow bull who was pulling the cart was a little faster.

The ox cart, carrying a few barrels filled to the brim, swayed past the gate of the city and headed out of the city.

When the ox cart was gone, the gatekeeper put down his hand and took a deep breath. The cold air of winter entered his throat, and the whole body was cold, and he couldn't help shivering.

The city gate gradually returned to silence, it was still early, and there was no one coming and going.A few guards were reclining on the city gate, dozing off.

Suddenly, a rush of hooves was heard from far to near, running from the official road towards the city gate.

The soldier guarding the gate quickly stood up straight and looked in the direction from which he came.

There was still a bit of mist at the dawn of winter, and in the gray sky, one person came forward one by one, and soon arrived at the city.

"Stop! Get off the horse and check!" The gatekeeper stretched out his spear and stopped him.

"Neigh!" Hearing a high-pitched horse neighing, the man pulled the reins and stopped abruptly.

He took out the token in his arms and said, "I'm from the He family in the city. I'm going back to the city in an emergency."

It was the He family. The soldiers looked at the complicated pattern, then withdrew their spears and let them go.

The man raised his whip, and hurried into the city one by one, breaking into the dawn and walking farther and farther, only the sound of hooves echoing in the silent streets.

I don't know what happened.

As soon as this thought passed in his mind, the soldiers leaned against the city gate and fell into their unfinished slumber.

Linchuan County is a large county under the rule of Jiangzhou, and the official roads outside the city are also neat and flat.

Lao Zhao drove the ox cart and walked leisurely, so he didn't have to worry about spilling the contents of the bucket.

The contents of this bucket, although filthy, are good things for farming manure.It is harvested from the city, dried in the sun, shipped to the villages in the countryside, and sold to those farmers, which can also make a lot of money.

Lao Zhao now relies on this to support his family.

Others thought it was dirty, and it stinks all day long, but he didn't think so.

Making money is a good thing.Where do these people come from to pick and choose.

What's more, compared to farming, a tipper can make a lot of money.In the past, there were people who fought for Yexiang's land.

The night incense in different areas of the city is classified as three, six or nine because the quality of the night incense produced is different.The higher the quality, the higher the selling price, the more people vying for it, and the more intense the competition.

Lao Zhao was mainly in charge of the western part of the city, and the people living in the western part of the city were all ordinary people.

I heard that there was a man named Luo Hui who used this as a business in the past, and his family fortune was huge.His old Zhao did not seek to be rich, but he also wanted to earn Dangdang as an outsider.

The bullock cart walked along the official road for about ten miles. After turning a corner, it entered the trail. This road is not as spacious and easy to walk on as the official road. speed.

All the way along the road is a forest of weeds, the cold wind blows, and the withered grass rustles.

This path is not far from Chushan. He walks every day and is very familiar, so Lao Zhao is not afraid.

Gollum...

At this moment, the stomach turned upside down.

Lao Zhao secretly spit: It's really not the right time.

In this winter, when I took off my pants and squatted in the wasteland, most of my buttocks were not about to be frozen.

He scolded Sheng Niang, but stopped the bullock cart steadily, pushed aside the dead grass, found an open space in the woods, lifted up his cotton-padded jacket and squatted down.

When the cold wind blew, Lao Zhao instantly felt that half of his butt was unconscious.He just wanted to fight quickly, but his stomach was rumbling.

Lao Zhao secretly cursed again, it's really not the right time!
A rustling sound came from behind.

Are there rabbits in this big winter?Lao Zhao turned his head.

The sky was already bright, and because it was winter, there was still a faint mist in the woods, so I could see things vaguely at this time.

I saw that when I touched the flat ground about two feet away, a small lump of soil slowly bulged. With the sound of rustling, the soil kept shaking down.

Ho!Old Zhao was overjoyed, afraid it wasn't the rabbit digging a hole, right?
It is said that there are three burrows for the cunning rabbit. It is winter. Maybe there is that wild rabbit who wants to dig a few more holes so that he can escape at any time.

If this is the case, we can add a game of game today.

Lao Zhao couldn't help rubbing his hands that were a little stiff from the cold wind.

He was afraid that the rabbit would run away, and at this time, he didn't care about his stomach that was still tumbling over the river.

The wild rabbit is particularly nimble, Lao Zhao's footsteps are very light, and even his breathing can't help but lighten a bit.

When I got closer, I saw that the small mound was getting higher and higher, and the dirt was still falling.

The surrounding land was not frozen like other places, but was somewhat loose, which was what the rabbit had picked up earlier.

Lao Zhao was thinking about digging the rabbit hole, when he saw a plain white suddenly appearing below.

Yo, it seems to be a white rabbit, which is rare in the wild.

Lao Zhao picked up a dead branch from the side, got closer, and leaned down to dig out the rabbit.

Seeing that the plain white was showing more and more, and then stretched out a hand from the soil.That hand was pale, wasn't it the white rabbit he thought it was before?

The pale palm stretched out of the mound and moved, shaking off the dirt covered on it, and then a forearm was exposed.

The muddy forearm waved, as if groping for something.

Then, the whole surrounding of the small mound moved, and the soil began to fall.

Lao Zhao's mind was blank, and he was stunned for a moment before screaming: "Ghost—"

He ran away.

Only the piercing cry echoed in the empty woods.

(End of this chapter)