Republic of China

Chapter 305 Crossing the River
"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return~"

"You have this skill, you might as well think about where to find a bigger boat to cross the river."

On the bank of the Yellow River south of Yuanwu Town, Zhao Sanyuan was not happy because the group had been standing on the north bank for more than half an hour and still could not find a boat to cross the river.

It's not that there are no boats carrying people. After all, Huayuankou is a large ferry. Unless the weather is too bad, there will always be an endless stream of boats coming and going.

Speaking of bad weather, for some unknown reason recently, it has been cloudy and rainy within a radius of 180 miles, causing the water level in this section to rise and become turbulent.

Although there are people who want money rather than their lives in any age, ordinary people who have no big urgent matter will choose to cross the river after a period of time when the weather is better. Therefore, even if there are boatmen who want to be rich and rich, they can risk more money in bad weather. Earn some money, but the customer flow is almost zero, it is not as cost-effective as going home to have a baby, it is also cooler on rainy days, and you don't have to sweat profusely.

The bad weather has reduced the number of boatmen, which has already made it more difficult for people who are anxious to cross the river. However, Zhao Sanyuan wants to make it even more difficult.

There was pattering in the sky and the Yellow River was rolling below. He wanted to find not only a boat to carry people but also a donkey.

Yes, it was the donkey that had been dragging a few people around after the Oriental Train incident.

Even though he usually didn't deal with one person and one donkey, Zhao Sanyuan was reluctant to let him go if he had to sell him.

If possible, the brothers would not want to leave in such a hurry, but they have been trapped on the north bank for two days and cannot cross the river. This morning, after a divination, Mo Wenshan made a decision that he must cross the river today and not stay on the north bank.

As soon as he heard this, the humane Donkey was immediately unhappy. He raised his hoofs and was about to kick Lao Liu. He thought to himself, you bastard, your hairstyle has changed, why have you become cruel? How many taels of meat did I get on the scale? It's so tiring to drag the five of you across cities and provinces. It's really a waste of time!
"Brother Liu, donkey meat is really not that good when burned. You can't even sell it for a few bucks including the bones, so forget it." Lu Xiucai objected.

"Huh? It seems like a boat is coming?" Lao Kang adjusted his glasses and looked south. He found that the river was covered with fog at some point, and a wooden boat was sailing in the sometimes churning river. Just looking at it was thrilling enough. Yes, the wooden boat and the boatman wearing a raincoat and bamboo hat at the stern seemed likely to be overturned by the waves at any time.

Don't say anything. At the critical moment, you have to look at me, Brother Kang. This is a good and honest man. Look at that Zhao Feng Er. He is said to be a disciple of Buddhism, but he will die if he opens his mouth or shuts up.

I wish you can eat donkey meat every day!

I am so grateful to you for eight generations of ancestors!

The scene was a little chaotic for a while. Donkey'er's kick was a good one, and he actually threw Mo Wenshan, who was dozing on the cart, into the ditch. The old man looked confused and didn't know what happened.

Donkey also knew that he almost made a big mistake, so how could he dare to continue to moan? He could only endure Zhao Sanyuan's punches and kicks silently.

The donkey didn't fall up in one breath and almost got whipped on the spot.

Snapped!
Classmate Xiao Zhao looked at the donkey’s face and gave her a big pussy!

"Ah uh - ah uh -"

Lao Kang's heavy breathing was even more lethal. The donkey was so angry that it kicked up and rolled on the ground, groaning as it rolled, as if it was so anxious that it could speak human words at any time.

What if your mother's belongings were thrown away by my master and washed away in the river?

"Besides, there is no conflict between selling donkey meat and donkey skin, and I didn't say that we can only sell the same thing."

After seeing with our own eyes how dangerous it is to punt a boat to and from the two sides of the Taiwan Strait in bad weather, the brothers finally understood why they couldn't find a boat. Under such circumstances, anyone who dared to punt a boat to take over the job was a ruthless person, let alone a punter. First of all, no one dares to spend money and risk their lives.

"So I suggest another way. Everything can be missing from the donkey except the skin. Let's peel off the skin and make donkey hide gelatin. I know how to do it. When the time comes, selling it to a drug store will make more money than selling donkey meat?" "

As co-author, do you and I specialize in each other's professions? Apparently your family sells medicine, right?
Is it different from being sold as flesh and skinned?
"Now is not the time to worry about how to sell the donkey. It's already past noon. You can't stand on the shore and get soaked in the rain, right?" Lao Kang stood up and took charge of the overall situation. It really didn't feel good to be a drowned rat, and his pants were all wet. Soggy.

???

Old Liu looked up at the gray sky. The rain didn't stop for a while, so he made a suggestion, "Why don't you cook donkey meat on fire? When I came here, I saw a donkey meat seller in Yuanwu Town. Let's eat it." It’s worthy of it.”

Among the brothers, he actually likes to eat donkey meat roasted with sausage, so Donkey's calf usually trembles when he sees Lu Xiucai, but he didn't expect to speak up at the critical moment.

The donkey's eyes were filled with tears.

The old man's words have always been as powerful as an imperial edict, so when they saw a ship coming, the brothers didn't care whether they were afraid or not, and quickly shouted to the ship to come and pick up the guests.

The boatman wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat did not answer, but the bow of the boat changed its direction slightly and headed towards the shore where everyone was.

"Fellow! Can five people and a donkey pull it? The price is easy to say!" Zhao Sanyuan asked loudly, waving his arms.

He was averse to forced buying and selling. He couldn't buy everything if he had money. Moreover, if the other party refused, he would not force him. Most likely, the other party was not good at punting and did not have the confidence to take on the job.

There was still no answer, and the boat came as usual. This made the brothers feel that the people who supported the boat were quite aloof, which was very different from the warm and hospitable fellows from Henan Province they met before.

The boat stopped a few meters away from the shore. The boatman slowly waved his hand and motioned for several people to get on the water and get on board.

The brothers understand that this place is not really a ferry. If the ship actually docks, it will be equivalent to being stranded.

If you suffer a little, suffer a little. At least I finally met someone who dared to take this job. Anyway, the donkey is the happiest, and he doesn't have to worry about being made into donkey-hide gelatin or other weird things.

"Master, where should we go after crossing the river?"

Lao Kang asked in a low voice. He knew that the main purpose of entering the customs on this trip was to avoid disasters. The essence was to be random and not stay in one place for too long. It would be safest to wait for the storm to pass and then secretly return to the outside of the customs. But the Shimen The variables of the battle made Lao Kang understand that it was unusual. Master wanted to use killing to force out the murderer of Chang Xingzi. Wouldn't it be contradictory to continue walking around? The most important thing to do now is to wait in one place for the murderer to come to your door, kill this bastard, and then continue to run away to hide from the limelight. If the other party can't find him, won't the battle in Shimen be in vain?

"If you have nothing to do, let's go to Northern Hubei." Mo Wenshan took out his old smoker out of habit. However, the wooden boat rocked too much, and the waves and rain wet the match several times. He had no choice but to endure it for a while. .

Hubei Province?

Lao Kang was slightly surprised.

He knew this was a possibility, but he didn't expect that the master would really choose to continue walking south. Now that he was in the Central Plains, it was already far away from the outside of the pass. There was no need to continue walking south, right?
"Master, why Hubei Province? Can we divert to Jin Province or Anhui Province?"

"One word, because the beef mixed noodles and hot dry noodles from Hubei Province are fragrant."

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Lao Kangda was speechless.

He thought it was a decision that involved a lot of consideration and strategy, and he was just trying to make a living by co-authoring it?
But what should not be mentioned is that the food in Hubei Province is indeed awesome. It has been many years since the last time I drank authentic rice wine. It is good to take the opportunity to take my brother to try it.

"Then what do you say to the person you always want to lure out? Let's go south non-stop. Even if the other party realizes that it's us, what if they can't catch us and don't know where we are?"

In this matter, Lao Kang has always adhered to the attitude of doing his best. Whether it is as a nephew of his master or the kindness of Changxingzi to his master, if he does not avenge this blood feud, he is not considered a person. Maybe he would have hesitated or wavered in his heart a few years ago, but after a few years of experience, the mentality of the brothers, no matter who they are, has subtly changed. At least now, if he wants to kill this murderer, Lao Kang will definitely have no problem.

Mo Wenshan replied with a matter-of-fact expression: "Who said he would chase me now?"

"Not chasing? Then who are we hiding from?"

"Isn't it the revenge of Zangyou and Sanyuan for being deceived? Don't think that the power of the little devils is outside the customs. To tell you the truth, they have the power to infiltrate even in the northwest, so even here, we still don't count. It’s safe, just leave when you need to and don’t stop. Don’t think about the person you’re talking about for the time being. The few people I killed at Shimen are not enough for me to use as bait to lure him out. A few more similar attacks will be enough.”

"Ah?" Lao Kang was shocked, and he was a little stunned.

There are several Sancai and Dian Masters, plus nearly ten altar masters and a large number of disciples and disciples, even the richest Shimen branch altar in Hebei is managed, but they can't lure one person out?

What kind of family is so confident?
"Master, please tell your disciple what level he is at."

Mo Wenshan was silent for a moment, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and continued to remain silent.

Seeing this posture, Lao Kang's heart skipped a beat.

What kind of person is Master? The old man was speechless because of him. Is he not one of the eight unique talents? Or is it an old monster from some sect?

It's certain that he is strong, but he doesn't know how strong he is.

Looking at the expressionless master, Lao Kang became more and more curious, but he also knew his master's temper. If he asked directly, he would definitely be scolded, so he had to find a way around it.

"Master, can Sanyuan and I cope?"

"You have no chance of winning."

"Well, I mean Sanyuan and I teamed up, not one-on-one."

"It means that if you two join forces, you will die faster one on one."

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Another unexpected answer, Lao Kang's heart was like the waves of the Yellow River, unable to calm down.

He will not be arrogant about his talent, nor will he belittle himself. Lao Kang knows very well how much he is capable of, and he also knows how much capable Sanyuan is, and he knows how far the brothers can reach their limits.

It can be seen from each of them killing a single point master that if the brothers join forces, the inheritance of the Three Emperors of Shenxiao Fajia is no joke. Is he really a veteran of Qi Sihai's level?

"Remember, when you meet that person, no matter what, you and Sanyuan should not take action. There is no chance of winning."

Mo Wenshan repeatedly told him, as if he was afraid that his two apprentices would be involved in this matter. However, caring leads to chaos. This saying applies to everyone. No matter how powerful the person is, he can never escape the vicious cycle of being obsessed with the authorities.

This kind of advice like that of an old lady is extremely rare. Lao Kang saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. He said yes repeatedly on the surface, saying that if he really met that person, he would definitely take him to apply oil on the soles of his feet, but the prerequisite was that he did not know who the person was. Who is he? I don’t know what he looks like or what his name is.

"Want to make a cliché? Learn from that brat Sanyuan." Mo Wenshan quickly realized the eldest apprentice's little calculation, and also realized that he had been a little rude just now, "Go, go, you don't need to do anything to kill him, I It’s worth using the knife.”

Lao Liu, who was nearest, took a rough look.

It’s not that he likes to climb walls, it’s just that the wooden boat is only that big. Although the wind and waves are a bit stronger, and he has a problem with his ears, the bad thing is that one is not a pair, and the hearing in his right ear has always been very good.

Lao Liu, who had relatively rich life experience, was more perceptive than Lao Kang. He was keenly aware of some unusual surprises in Mo Wenshan's expression, and could almost conclude that the murderer of Chang Xingzi had an unusual relationship with the old man.

Zhao Sanyuan and Lu Xiucai on the bow of the boat seemed careless. They discussed whether to eat mutton braised noodles or spicy soup when they arrived at the south bank for a long time without coming up with a result. Zhao Sanyuan then asked the boatman. The boatman.

"Fellow fellow, we are from out of town, where should we go first when we arrive at Huayuankou? Where can we find the most authentic food?"

Under the coir raincoat and bamboo hat, the boatman's facial features could not be clearly seen, but this time the other party did not remain cold and silent, and slowly uttered three words.

"Nanyue Village"

"How to get there exactly?"

"Nanyue Village"

"Fellow, I know Nanyue Village. What I mean is how to get there. The heavy rain is heavy. If it's too far away, I won't go."

"Nanyue Village"

No matter how Zhao Sanyuan asked the question, the boatman's answer was just these three words.

Combined with his previous taciturn performance, Zhao Sanyuan thought that this fellow didn't like to talk.

The same rice feeds all kinds of people, I just don't like chatting, I'm normal, it would be great if I can take over my job.

Neither Zhao Sanyuan nor Lu Xiucai felt that there was anything wrong, and they continued to discuss the issue of food in a heartless manner, because there was nothing special to do next, they could just walk and play, and the money in their pockets was enough. .

On the contrary, Mo Wenshan, who was farther away, tilted his head slightly. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it clearly. When he wanted his eldest disciple to pay more attention, the wooden boat was about to dock, so there was no need to cause trouble.

The Huayuankou Ferry, which used to be bustling with activity, is now nothing but boats tied together.

After a lot of effort, the brothers put the hemp rope on the ferry stakes and gradually closed the distance.

"It seems like the rain is getting heavier again. Let's leave the ferry quickly. Don't make a mistake and fall into the water!"

"Xiucai, please put away that black bag. It contains magical weapons that cannot be wetted!"

"By the way, I haven't given you the money yet, fellow! Why don't you quickly make a price?"

Zhao Sanyuan's voice became quieter and quieter.

He looked back in spite of the northerly storm. The wooden boat he came from was still there, with hemp ropes tied to the wooden stakes, but there was no boatman wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat on the boat.

Where are the people! ?
(End of this chapter)