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Chapter 28 They Are Bandits, Don't Let Them In

"Ha, why did you hide eight feet away when we fought with the village chief just now?" Mrs. Cen was so blocked in her heart that she poured out all her dissatisfaction.

Mrs. Wang was ashamed when she was told that, and went on and on for a long time.

Mrs. Wang's son stood behind the old lady, bawling to show that he was capable: "Well, since we can't get along, let's part ways from now on."

"What the hell?" Mrs. Cen didn't understand the word.

Cen Abao tugged at Granny Cen with his small hand: "Nai, it means breaking up."

The old lady Cen blushed and waved her hands: "Let's go, let's go, and it's soaring, dragging words and words."

The old lady Wang snorted and followed her son to pull the mule cart away.

Cen Abao is fine, willing to observe, must have listened to Mrs. Wang and the others mumbling as if they were talking about the village chief or something.

She blinked.

The old lady Cen muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, and facing Abao Cen, she raised her wrinkled face again: "Abao, we will see hope soon."

Cen Abao replied kindly: "Grandma, take another ramp ahead, pass a town, and walk for a while to reach the small fishing village."

When they got to the ramp, the two wolves stopped leaving. Mrs. Cen was in a hurry and called Qi Zeyao to take a look: "Xiao Yao, take a look at our Dalang Erlang, what's wrong? Are you hungry or thirsty? sick?"

Qi Zeyao shook his head: "They want to leave."

"Go? Where are you going?" Mrs. Cen wondered: "I'm going home soon, and I'm still thinking about building a nest for them."

Cen Abao explained: "Grandma, wolves live in groups, and they are nostalgic. They don't leave home easily. Being able to escort us here is already very interesting."

Old Madam Cen sighed: "That's right, we can't really let people abandon their family and career, and abandon their seven aunts and eight aunts."

She cruelly took out a whole chicken, broke it in half, and got off the cart: "It's made, it's all made, and I don't have anything for you two. Let you eat enough before you go on the road."

The two wolves, who were satiated and drunk, glanced at Old Madam Cen with green eyes, then turned and disappeared from their sight.

I saw a lot of people on the ramp.

There is also a humble tea shop.

Sparse refugees sat there drinking tea with dirty faces, asking directions, asking people, and asking around.

How could the Cen family have any money, the tea was considered precious in their eyes, and they were reluctant to drink it.

They sat diagonally across from the tea shop, and it didn't hinder other people's business.

Cen Abao is a small person, he squatted down and listened to the general idea, and then he learned from the Cen family: "Grandma, those people said, go out for another two miles and you will reach the town."

The Cen family's heart fluttered, and they slapped their thighs: "Then what's the rest, let's go quickly."

Seeing that there was hope ahead, their steps became quicker.

The road gets wider and wider, and the heart gets wider and wider.

Those who sell candied haws, steamed buns, and paper candy made their eyes widen with the loud noises.

The walls on both sides of the street are neatly built like chess pieces.

Cloth flags are hung on the tile eaves, corresponding to tea houses, silk and satin houses, and wine shop workshops.

In the aisle of the shop, a few vendors with big umbrellas wiped their sweat and spread their goods.

The road is even more lively, with people carrying burdens on the road, and people selling goods with ox carts, and the atmosphere of life is everywhere.

Mrs. Cen was at a loss for what to do with excitement: "It's human, at last it's human."

Cen Abao couldn't see enough.

She's a very homely ferret who doesn't stay in the woods.

She heard that if a ferret falls into the hands of a person, it will be locked in a cage and lose its freedom. She doesn't want that.

After becoming a human, the journey of fleeing famine was painful, but now she is happy.

I didn't expect human beings to be so delicious and fun.

Mrs. Cen touched the two men in their shoulder pockets, and when the peddler called out five cents for a bun, she took it back tremblingly: five, five cents, mother, it's too expensive.

The people in the town looked at them like monkeys, which made the Cen family hunched their backs and drooped their heads cautiously.

It's really uncomfortable to be looked down upon by others.

"Let's ask the small fishing village how to go? Is it by water, or what?" Mrs. Cen was beating her heart. Before her daughter got married, she didn't come with her to save one person's ration.

After finally working up some energy, I was about to open my mouth to ask a passerby.

A few people wearing clothes that looked like yamen rushed up with machetes and quickly surrounded the Cen family.

"You refugees, where did you come from? Come back with us to see the pavilion chief."

Ten miles and one long.

In this small fishing town, the pavilion chief is the biggest official.

Mrs. Cen hurriedly protected Cen Abao, but don't be hurt by the short-sighted knife.

Cen's boss, second child, and third child surrounded their wives and children in a circle.

Cen's second child is a teacher, and he speaks politely. He must not play rough with the official when he first arrives: "This official, we came from Dahe Village and planned to join relatives in a small fishing village."

"It's so chaotic now, we can't let people in casually, what if it's a bandit, what if it's a bandit? We have to think about the people in our town." The official slanted his mouth: "Unless You can have a document from the village head of the village, or the village head can testify for you, otherwise."

Granny Cen trembled, "What else?"

"Otherwise, you will have to be dealt with as bandits and go to work over there." The official said, "I will lock you up after the work is done and wait to be sent out."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the Cen family all turned pale. Being dispatched is equivalent to dispatching them to work in a bitter cold place, with a stamp of "slave" on their faces, which will never be removed for the rest of their lives, and they will have to work hard for the rest of their lives. , working day and night without mentioning it, and not having a penny, it is good to be able to eat enough, and life and death will be left to fate in the future.

"What's the matter?" The whole family panicked, their faces turned pale, how did they know that they needed the village head's paperwork to go to other villages.

In a panic, a group of familiar people came into view.

That limp, bloody face was the village chief.

Mrs. Cen greeted him anxiously, and hurriedly said to the official: "There, there is our village chief."

As soon as the official waved his hand, the village chief Pug's morality was upside down: "Guan Ye, what are you calling me?"

"Do you know them? Are they from the same village? If you are the village chief, quickly take out the documents and testify." The official said impatiently.

Cen Abao looked at the villainous face of the village chief, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought: It's bad, they and the village chief have made a feud, how could he help to testify.

I saw the village head showing a puzzled expression: "Master, I don't know them, they are trying to rely on me to go in, Lord, I think they are thieves, not fun, but Don't let them in."

The old lady Cen's temples were twitching in anger: "Village chief, you black-hearted man, you have been oppressing our family from the beginning to the end, and we can't resist even a little bit? You deserve to be bullied by you? Now you You don’t want to testify to us, you want to force us to death, don’t you?”

(End of this chapter)