Luo nine needles

Chapter 57

As the night faded, the morning light gradually brightened, and the city, which was stiff due to the winter chill, became lively as the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.

The doors of restaurants and teahouses are open, early people come in and out of the city gates, children eager for warmth also get up, calling for friends and shuttling at the entrance of the alley, women half open their houses, chatting with neighbors in the neighborhood while waiting to walk around the street Alley hawkers bring fresh goods.

"Yellow plums, red plums, fresh plum branches."

There were hoarse shouts in the street.

Although the weather is cold and the flowers and leaves are withered, there are also seasonal flowers in winter, plum blossoms.

Hearing the shouts, many women came out and saw a stout man in his 30s carrying a load. Two baskets were full of plum branches, crooked and dotted with flower buds.

Seeing the women coming out, the flower seller stopped in his tracks and greeted warmly: "Sisters and ladies, let's take a look at the plum blossoms. They are picked from the mountains of Hangu Temple outside the city."

The plum blossoms in Hangu Temple can also be blessed by the Buddha. It is better to put them at home. Women gather around and ask, "Are they fresh?" "Don't they be dead branches?"

The flower seller assured with a loud voice: "It's fresh, I cut it at night, and picked it up before dawn." "It's all fresh flower branches, old plum branches."

After listening, I guarantee that everyone will start to pick and choose.

"However, I haven't seen you before." When a woman held three plum blossoms and wanted to give money, she looked at the man and asked again.

Although selling flowers is a small business, not everyone can do it. It needs to be fresh and open. The flower sellers who have survived for so many years have more or less become familiar faces.

Don't worry if you buy from a familiar face, otherwise, who will settle the score if you buy fake flowers and dead flowers that are urged to bloom?

When she said this, the women all looked at the flower seller. The man was unshaven and had a rough face. It was almost impossible to make out his appearance, but he was indeed a familiar face.

The flower seller smiled innocently: "My name is Huang Si, and my uncle Lao Huang is setting up a stall outside Hangu Temple. The elder sisters should have seen it."

Hangu Temple is very popular, and women in the city have visited it more or less. Villagers near Hangu Temple will sell their own melons, fruits, vegetables, chickens, ducks and fish. Naturally, there are also a lot of flowers. They bought them as offerings to Buddha. With such a mention, everyone suddenly remembered that there was such a person.

"Business is not good in winter. My uncle is getting old. Let me help. I am strong, so I just picked flowers and sold them in the city." The flower seller continued, pointing at himself, "Don't worry, the flowers are not good. If you come to our village to find me, I will lose money."

This way, he is still a filial person, so the women picked more or less, and soon half the basket was empty.

The flower seller thanked him again and again: "Thank you neighbor for taking care of the business."

"Pack up the money." A woman reminded, "The city is no better than the countryside. There are a lot of thieves."

The flower seller hurriedly stuffed the money bag into his clothes, happily picked up the burden and continued to walk around the streets, shouting "Huangmei, Hongmei and Lamei sell".

There is more than one peddler walking the streets, he is inconspicuous among them, and no one has noticed that when this flower seller is selling flower branches, when he stops to rest by the side of the road, his eyes are either glancing at the passing women, or wearing clothes. Looking inside through the half-open house door on the street.

It was just after noon when the flower branches were sold out, but Shi Feng, who should be called Huang Si now, didn't miss it at all, and immediately went out of the city with his burden and returned home, without wandering around again.

This is what a florist should do.

He is a very cautious person, even if he is a bad person, he does it seriously.

When it was dark, Shi Feng returned to a village near Hangu Temple. He said it was a village, but in fact it was a place where Hangu Temple did good deeds to take in the poor. sick.

There are almost no lights in the village shrouded in night. People here are reluctant to bear lamp oil. The stove is their only source of fire, but the firewood is also limited, and it is extinguished immediately after cooking.

"Uncle, I'm back." Shi Feng yelled, walking into the dark and shabby house, "It's all sold out today, and there's a lot of money." "Uncle, have you eaten yet?" "Uncle, I'll give you I bought meatloaf and made a jug of wine."

Home chatter rang in the room, but there was no response, and there would be no response.

Shi Feng lit an oil lamp, and the big light made the room seem brighter and dimmer, but an old man could be seen lying on the bed.

There was a rope tied around the old man's neck, which was strangled so hard that his neck was almost broken, his head was limp and hanging upside down by the bed, his eyes were round, his mouth was wide open, pain and fear froze on his face.

This scene is extremely terrifying, if anyone sees it, they will faint from fright on the spot.

Shi Feng is not afraid at all, he likes to watch this kind of scene, and every time he kills someone, he deliberately puts it in front of his eyes to see enough.

He squatted beside the bed, took out the meat pie he had bought, and ate it while admiring the dead body. After eating the meat pie and drinking the wine, he stood up in satisfaction.

"Go cut some more plum branches." He stretched and rubbed his shoulders, "Go sell it again."

It's so hard.

But there is no way.

He reached out and patted the back of his shoulder.

Work harder, find a suitable person to rob and kill as soon as possible, so you can leave here sooner.

He will not stay in one place for too long, lest he be unsafe.

"Uncle, I'll cut some more plum branches and sell more before the flowering period." He said, "When the flowers bloom, everyone will come here to see them. We won't be able to make money from this."

After that, the oil lamp was extinguished, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Beggars seem too lazy to move in winter, especially when the sun is high.

A beggar in a ragged jacket and a pair of torn straw sandals huddled in a corner enjoying the warmth.

"Good job, good job." He lazily shook the bowl with his hands.

No matter how kind the passers-by were, they would not deliberately come over from the road to give them alms, so until after noon, the beggar's broken bowl was empty.

Fortunately, a few beggars ran over, holding some pancakes in their hands.

"Yuan's restaurant is generous today, and the kitchen donated a lot." A little beggar handed the pancake to the beggar, "I'll give you a piece."

The beggar took it and chewed the pancakes with his eyes closed. The little beggar also sat down beside him, basking in the sun together.

"That boy should start today." The little beggar said in a low voice, "His flowers are sold out, and he has no intention of leaving. He was picking baskets in the Qi's shop, but he was looking at the gold and silver shop opposite. He's going to rob the gold and silver shop."

This is a bandit, and there is a lot of money in the gold and silver shop.

The beggar shook his head: "No, he was staring at the woman who went into the gold and silver shop."

The girls who go in and out of gold and silver shops are also rich, thought the little beggar.

"In addition to robbing." The beggar opened his eyes, "he also likes to kill, especially rape and kill women."

It can even be said that robbery is incidental, and killing is his purpose, and it is torture.

It's a beast, a beast.

The beggar took a bite out of the pancakes and chewed hard, his eyes covered by his disheveled hair were sharp.

This time, we must get rid of this stone wind.

He could have succeeded five years ago, but there was a sudden accident at the door, and he was delayed for a while, so he was escaped by this beast. However, he did not give up on the investigation these years, he just wanted to hide his identity and avoid being caught by the government. His hands and feet were restricted, but that villain More reckless.

This time the thief came here, and the hall here just happened to be alive.

No more women should be victimized!
"Leave it to me." The beggar swallowed the last bite of pancake, "You don't have to follow him."

He stood up to go, but the little beggar held him back.

"The weapon for you." He said, handing him the dog-beating stick in his hand.

It is inconvenient to bring weapons into the city, and the guards will strictly check, so when he entered the city, he did not bring any weapons at hand. He originally wanted to borrow a farm tool, sickle, iron ax, etc. from a certain house.

It's great to have a fellow student to help, and I'm well prepared, so I don't have to worry about it.

A smile flashed in the beggar's eyes, and he took the wooden stick, which seemed nothing special, and sank in his hand.

"There is a sharp sword inside." The little beggar whispered.

The beggar nodded, holding the broken bowl in one hand, and said, "Good job, good job." He dragged the wooden stick with the other hand and walked forward.

(End of this chapter)