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Chapter 537 Zhu Wu's Ingenious Plan
"It would be too pathetic to leave like this."

At night, Chen Da, Zhu Wu, and Yang Chun slept together in a cramped space. The guesthouse rooms were limited in size, but at least they could turn over on the beds and weren't sleeping too close together.

The three men stared wide-eyed, but Chen Da and Yang Chun couldn't come up with a solution no matter how hard they tried.

They should just go and admit defeat to Shi Jin, because all three of them were afraid that Shi Jin would kill them on the spot.

If they leave, what kind of livelihood will they be able to find in the future?
The life of bandits on Shaohua Mountain corrupted the three men's habits. Money came too easily, they had plenty of food and drink, and they always had three to five people at their beck and call. They could go out with dozens or even hundreds of men, living a very glamorous life.

For ordinary people, an honest life has become a hard life.

“We’ll go again tomorrow, but let’s not wear straw hats anymore, they’re too conspicuous,” Zhu Wu said.

"The strategist has come up with a solution?" Chen Da was overjoyed, and Yang Chun also quieted down to listen to Zhu Wu's words.

"Did you notice that Shi Jin prepared many empty signs?"

"Let's go check again tomorrow and see how those empty signs are arranged. See if we can steal a few and make our own fake ones," Zhu Wu said.

"Can we imitate the characters carved by Shi Jin?" Chen Da asked.

The leaping tiger had an unspoken meaning. Back when they were planning to borrow grain from Shi Family Village on Shaohua Mountain, they had thoroughly inquired about Shi Jin. Shi Jin's hobby was martial arts, and although Old Master Shi had hired many teachers for him, he had very little formal education, and his handwriting was only at a passable level.

The calligraphy written by someone of Shi Jin's skill level is the most difficult for outsiders to imitate.

“Nowadays, all the heroes of the world are in Yuhang. If we can’t imitate them, others can. The only thing we need to worry about is whether they can keep our secrets,” Zhu Wu said.

“The dead are the hardest people to keep secrets from,” Chen Da said.

"No!" Zhu Wu immediately stopped him.

"The worst thing you can do here is take someone's life."

"If someone commits murder elsewhere, a county magistrate is needed to judge the case. But if someone commits murder in Yuhang, they will likely be killed on the spot if it gets out, and won't even have to wait until they are beheaded at Caishikou."

"Really..." Chen Da turned over on the bed in annoyance, turning his back to the bed.

“I’ve got it,” Yang Chun said.

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Da asked sullenly.

"Weren't there many little beggars surrounding Shi Jin?"

"Why don't we just pay a little beggar to get us a few blank cards?"

“We don’t need to show up ourselves; we can just find an old beggar to act as our middleman,” Yang Chun said.

"Who would have thought that the White Flower Snake would actually use its brain?" Chen Da joked.

"Could it be the strategist's reminder?"

"Let's observe for a couple more days to be on the safe side, then proceed as planned," Zhu Wu said.

Having found a way to infiltrate the Heroes' Gathering, the three relaxed and fell asleep, looking forward to the next day.

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……

Five days later, a lame beggar, holding a roast chicken, grabbed a little homeless child by the shoulder and pulled him to the alley entrance to talk.

"So be it, so be it. You can have this roast chicken first. There will be more roast chicken for you after everything is done."

"Is that good? All you have to do is take a few wooden signs?" the little street urchin drooled.

"But I don't want roast chicken, I want lamb chops and lamb leg."

"You're trying to negotiate with me? If you don't want to do it, plenty of others will!" the lame beggar yelled at the little street urchin.

"Huh? You still dare to call yourself an old man? I'm going to tell Brother Shi Jin right now that someone wants to steal his ironwood tablet," the little vagrant shouted.

"Don't shout!"

"What? Are you scared to death now?!"

"If you yell again, I'll break your legs. Let's see if you can crawl to Shi Jin's feet!"

"I'm not afraid of you!" "Don't you even know what 'numbers' means?"

"Do you even know how the underworld operates?"

"Brother Shi Jin said that the most important thing in the martial arts world is not being able to fight and kill, but understanding human relationships."

"I'm not alone, we're the Beggars' Sect!"

Seeing the lame beggar pondering the "Beggars' Guild," the little street urchin kicked the lame man's leg, freeing his shoulder, and ran away in a flash.

The eleven or twelve-year-old street urchin's physical strength and running speed were far beyond what an adult beggar could match. The lame beggar looked on in horror as he realized he had messed things up.

"This is going to be the end of us!!"

The lame beggar, leaning on his crutch, pondered where he should hide.

Outside the south gate, the little vagrant ran all the way to Shi Jin. Seeing that Shi Jin was busy, he told the other vagrants what had happened to him.

"what?"

"Is there anyone who dares to bully our Beggars' Sect brothers?"

"Let's go teach him a lesson!"

"Let's tell Brother Shi Jin about this first and see what he thinks."

"Yep."

After Shi Jin finished his work, he turned around and six or seven little vagrants surrounded him.

"No one challenged me to a duel today, and no one will give you any tips. I'll go buy some meat later, and we'll grill it together tonight," Shi Jin said to the children.

"Brother Shi, let's put aside what happened tonight. Someone is trying to sabotage you," the little homeless man involved said, stepping forward.

"To cause trouble?"

"How did you manage to cause me trouble?" Shi Jin's expression changed, and he asked the little vagrant seriously.

"Today, in a small alley half a mile past Dog Street in the city, a cripple grabbed my shoulder and offered me three days' worth of roast chicken to steal the wooden nameplate that you carved for someone."

"Oh."

"Are you asking for an empty card? Are you trying to make a fake card yourself?"

"What's the point? Why not come to me to have a genuine plaque engraved?"

"That cripple is definitely not the kind of person who wants to carve his own signboard."

The image of the three men wearing straw hats spying on him five days ago flashed through Shi Jin's mind.

In the past few days, Shi Jin could vaguely sense that someone was secretly watching him.

"Here, I'll give you a handful of wooden plaques. Go back and find that cripple, and give him these empty plaques." Shi Jin pulled a handful of wooden plaques from under the table, grabbing five at once and giving them to the little vagrant.

"Brother Shi Jin, what's wrong with you...?"

"Let's go along with these people's wishes for now. They'll have to go to the Heroes' Gathering eventually. Once they're there, we can sort things out properly in public," Shi Jin said with a smile.

"Follow orders!!"

The little street urchin tucked the empty sign into his pocket, then turned and ran back into the city.

The guards could only watch the little vagrant goose come and go at the city gate. Anyway, the person in charge of Yuhang was no longer the prefect above them, but Wang Jin, Shi Jin's master.

"Give me the roast chicken!"

The lame man couldn't walk far and couldn't find a place to hide. Before long, he was found by an energetic little street urchin.

The lame beggar stared blankly as the little street urchin stuffed a handful of empty wooden plaques into his arms, snatched a roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves, and ran away, not understanding what had happened.

"Whatever! At least the matter is settled."

The lame beggar set off towards the meeting place with Zhu Wu, a broad smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)