20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 39

After Lao Yanpao and Tie Geda tied up He Chun, they began to move the bodies in the house.

When He Chun saw the death of his parents, sister, grandfather, and all the aunts and sisters-in-law in the escort agency, he couldn't help but feel sad and knelt down and cried loudly.

"You...where are you going to take my parents?"

Tie Qiaoda listened tirelessly, raised his hand and slapped He Chun in the mouth, "You little slut, if you dare to talk any more, I will fucking destroy you!"

He Chun was so frightened that he quickly arched his body and begged: "You guys, let me go. You can go to my uncle Hu Biao. He can give you money. Let me go."

Lao Yanpao cursed, "Girl, stop dreaming, you are done for! They were all captured by Maozi, do you understand? If you dare to mention anything about Changfeng Escort Bureau again, I will let that kid take you." Kill it! Do you understand?"

He Chun did not dare to say anything more, so he could only watch with tears in his eyes as they carried the body in the house onto the donkey cart.

After that, Lao Yanpao jumped on the donkey cart and drove on with his whip.

"Uncle, where should we go first?" Tie Gupao asked.

Lao Yanpao glanced at He Chun in the car and said, "Sell this girl first!"

"Where can I find a buyer for this late at night?"

"You don't need to worry, just follow along. Where's all this nonsense!" Lao Yanpao put on a bag of cigarettes and asked He Chun without looking back, "Girl, have you ever gone to school?"

He Chun didn't know why, and shook his head in confusion, "I never went to school, but my father taught me how to read."

"Oh, can you write and read poetry?"

"It will be a little bit."

"I'll listen to the whole song."

He Chun's head was empty at this moment. He thought for a long time before reciting the simplest poem.

"The grass grows on Lili Plain, withering every year. Wildfires can't be burnt out, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates."

After hearing this, Lao Yanpao burst out laughing. Tie Qiaodao, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but frown and asked, "Uncle, why didn't I know you knew poetry?"

"You're so fucking stupid!" Old Cigarette scolded, "Only if you can recite poetry and write calligraphy can you sell it for a good price!"

He Chun huddled on the cart. When he heard that they were going to sell him, he felt frightened and wanted to escape, but the hemp ropes around him were tied tightly.

Lao Yanpao and Tie Geda were both rough people, so naturally they didn't understand the meaning of this poem. Even He Chun himself just subconsciously memorized it casually.

But she didn’t know that the wildfire would not burn out, but the spring breeze would blow again, just like what happened to her home.

The He family may not be finished yet.

……

The donkey cart made many twists and turns, and finally stopped at a street corner.

Lao Yanpao jumped out of the car, grabbed a handful of snow on the side of the road, wiped a handful of it on He Chun's face, and wiped away the blood on his forehead.

"Liao Da, just watch and order the goods here. I'll be back as soon as I go!"

Tie Qida was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why don't you take a car there?"

"You're such a heartless thing. With this car of dead people from the He family, who else dares to buy this girl? Just wait and see!"

After saying that, Lao Yanpao pulled He Chun out of the car and untied her. His big, calloused hands were stuck on He Chun's neck like iron pliers.

"Girl, if you still want to live, just do as I say and don't make trouble with me!"

He Chun nodded dullly.

Then, Lao Yanpao pinched her neck and walked forward along the street.

Arriving at the door of a small courtyard, Lao Yanpao patted the door.

In the dead of night, no one answered.After shooting for a while, there was a sound of footsteps in the yard.

"Creak" - the door opened slightly, and a hateful human face emerged from the crack.

Lao Yanpao was startled for a moment and asked quickly: "Hook, what's wrong with your face?"

Hook's face was almost disfigured, especially the left cheek, which was densely covered with seemingly countless wounds.After these wounds healed, all the flesh on the face was pulled up, and with all the teeth missing, the entire face became wrinkled and twisted into a ball. At first glance, it looked like a Hanamaki that had just been released from the cage.

Hook looked at Lao Yanpao impatiently and said coldly: "Our shopkeeper won't open the inn anymore. You can leave!"

His voice was a little slurred because he had no teeth.

Ever since Jiang Xiaodao made a big fuss here, Mrs. Feng had been on tenterhooks all day long, fearing that the "Owl of the Sea" would seek revenge, so she no longer dared to receive outsiders easily. After a while, she simply stopped running the inn.

Lao Yanpao didn't know the reason, so he just said: "I don't live in the store, I'm here to do business with your shopkeeper."

When Hook heard this, he immediately frowned, "We don't do business with dead people!"

Close the door after speaking.

Although he is cruel by nature, he is also somewhat resentful of Lao Yanpao's business.

Seeing this, Lao Yanpao quickly stretched out his foot, pinned the door panel, and pushed He Chun forward with his right hand.

"Hey, Hook is not a dead person! I have a girl here, and I want to ask your shop owner if she can accept her."

Hook lowered his head to look at He Chun, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Just as he was about to turn around and call the shopkeeper, he heard the door of the back room rang, and Old Mrs. Feng held up a lamp and stuck her head out suspiciously.

"Hook, who...who is it?"

When Lao Yanpao heard the movement, he quickly responded softly, "Shopkeeper Feng, it's me, Lao Yanpao!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Feng felt a little relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the door and asked, "Do you want to see me for anything?"

"I have a girl here, what do you think of her?"

Old Mrs. Feng started her career as a matchmaker. A quick look at He Chun revealed that she was a girl who had been raped. She was thirteen or fourteen years old, which is not too young.

"Hey! Old smoker, can you be a scumbag too?"

Lao Yanpao waved his hands repeatedly and said with an apologetic smile: "Shopkeeper Feng, you are laughing at me! How dare I compete with you for business? I picked this girl up by the way, so I sent it to you right away!"

Old Mrs. Feng glanced at He Chun and saw a bloody scab on her forehead. She said with some disgust: "Tsk, tsk, the plate is broken. I can only buy food and can't do anything else! How much do you want?"

"This is the number!" Lao Yanpao chuckled and made a gesture.

Old Mrs. Feng immediately opened her eyes and cursed: "How much? Old smoker, you treat me like a boss? Are you using this kind of stuff to get money from me?"

"Shopkeeper Feng, you only know the outside, but don't know the inside! This girl, whether the plate is bright or not, put it aside for now. She has studied and can read and write."

"Really?" Mrs. Feng didn't believe it.

Lao Yanpao asked He Chun to recite several poems.

After reciting it, Mrs. Feng felt even more strange. How could a family with spare money to study sell their daughter?

"Girl, what's your name? Whose family do you belong to?"

He Chun hurriedly followed the rhetoric taught to her by Lao Yanpao and replied: "My nickname is Chun'er. My parents are both dead. I come from Liuerbao."

Shopkeeper Feng thought for a while, if a girl who could read and write could be sold to a high-end kiln, she would be worth a lot of money.

As a result, the financial fan started to bargain with Lao Yanpao. After a long time of hard work, the business was finally done.

"Hook, take this girl back and put her in the east wing first!"

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