Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 85 Serving Food to the Neighbors
Then Feng Xiuhu felt relieved.

He squatted down and asked the householder, "Don't you know that I've already killed Boss Yuan?"

The householder stiffened his neck and said, "So what? This is Bibo Street, and we live next to the Empress. We are all her neighbors. You, a lackey of a foreign god, are acting so arrogantly. Once I burn incense and offer sacrifices to the Empress, and tell her about this, she will take you away right away."

Ermazi tugged at Feng Xiuhu's sleeve and pointed to a place.

Feng Xiuhu looked and saw a mahogany incense table in front of the screen. On the table was a ceramic statue of the Goddess of Wind and Rain. A stick of incense was still burning in the incense burner in front of the statue, and smoke was curling around it.

Feng Xiuhu threw the short axe.

Clap!

The pottery statue fell and broke into pieces.

Damazi, Ermazi, Shunzi and Fenfu all watched with their eyelids twitching.

Feng Xiuhu smiled and said to the head of the household, "The Queen said she is too busy to take care of you today."

The householder pointed at Feng Xiuhu and stammered in shock: "You, you, you—how dare you! You're so bold! You dare to smash the statue of the goddess? You're going to die! Wait until I report it to the temple..."

Feng Xiuhu was too lazy to listen to these words. He reached out to Shunzi, and Shunzi pulled out a sharp knife and handed it to Feng Xiuhu.

The householder remained silent.

Feng Xiuhu asked him, "Go on, what happens after you file a complaint with the temple?"

The homeowner pretended not to hear and looked down at the ground.

Feng Xiuhu cut off one of his ears: "So you're deaf, that ear is useless now."

The homeowner covered his bloody face and screamed, rolling on the ground in pain.

Feng Xiuhu pulled him back by his hair: "There's still one left. Don't worry, I'll fix it for you to be symmetrical."

The householder begged for mercy: "I won't sue you anymore! I won't sue you anymore!"

Feng Xiuhu cut off his other ear.

The householder cried out, "Why is this happening?"

Feng Xiuhu asked in return, "Is it all over if we just don't sue?"

Feng Xiuhu swirled the tip of the knife against his nose. The householder was terrified: "Master! My brain isn't very smart. Please give me some advice!"

Feng Xiuhu said, "I'm the choir leader, and I collect the offerings for the church."

The householder understood and shouted at the backyard: "Housekeeper! You damn thing—quickly give me the money!"

After a while, the butler came out trembling with a bag of silver plates.

Feng Xiuhu didn't even count, he took it and threw it directly to Shunzi.

Feng Xiuhu said to the householder, "You don't have to pay taxes to the temple anymore, but remember to prepare the silver for offerings as soon as possible."

The householder kowtowed and said, "I must pay the offering silver, but I also cannot forget to pay the taxes to the Empress, otherwise the Empress will blame me..."

Feng Xiuhu pointed at the householder and said to Shunzi jokingly, "Look, he still treats me like a lackey. The money he gave was not sincere at all. How could it be an offering? It's clearly money to ward off disasters."

He earnestly persuaded the householder, "What you're paying isn't an offering of silver, but a token of your heart to the God of Mist. Now that you've expressed your feelings, you must be devoted to the God of Mist. Not just you, but the entire Bibo Street must be devoted to him. Smash all the statues in your house. From now on, this street will only worship the God of Mist!"

The homeowner lay on the ground without saying a word. It seemed that he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

There is really no way around it. Their ancestors have believed in the Goddess of Wind and Rain for generations, so it is not that easy to change.

Feng Xiuhu said that serious illnesses require strong medicine.

So he asked Ermazi to find a rope and tie it around the head of the household's neck.

"Well, the temple doesn't treat you as a human being anyway. Since you're used to being a dog, teach me how to be a lackey."

Feng Xiuhu kicked and kicked the householder, who crawled on the ground and was led out of the house by Feng Xiuhu.

Follow the same method all the way.

Feng Xiuhu spent the entire morning kidnapping one person from every household on Bibo Street, putting hemp ropes around their necks and tying them all up at the door of the house.

He spread the word that each family could come and pick up their people at any time, but they should remember to bring the statue of the god and the offering silver.

If you smash the statue with your own hands in front of him, you can take the person back.

There were people kneeling on the ground in front of the house.

Feng Xiuhu held the list and asked the dung man, "Can you count them all? Are they all here?"

The dung man had been terrified by what he'd experienced that morning. When Feng Xiuhu questioned him, he didn't even dare to raise his head, much less look at the residents who were glaring at him maliciously. The dung man nodded, trembling, "All right, all right."

Feng Xiuhu added, "It's a rare occasion for us to get together. I don't want to leave the neighbors hungry and then blame me for not hosting them well."

The dung man was puzzled and looked at Feng Xiuhu blankly.

Er Mazi slapped the dung man on the head and said, "Stupid guy, don't you know what dogs should eat? Why don't you serve the food to the neighbors?"

The dung man suddenly came to his senses and turned around and ran away.

Soon he came back with a bucket of dung on his back, scooped up a bucket and poured it in front of the residents.

The residents looked embarrassed, looking at each other, and no one was willing to take the first step.

Damazi walked over silently, kicked a man to the ground, and stepped his face into the golden soup flowing all over the ground: "Eat!"

Suddenly Feng Xiuhu raised his hand.

The eyes of the residents lit up, as if they saw hope.

But Feng Xiuhu said to the dung man, "Don't give them more or less than what they poured on my door."

The eyes of the residents dimmed again.

Er Mazi walked forward with a sinister grin, drawing his knife. "My squad leader gave the order, didn't you hear it? Don't you want your ears anymore?"

The first householder who had lost his ears was so frightened when he heard this that he immediately buried his face in the ground and began to eat voraciously.

Er Mazi shouted again: "Whoever eats last will get another scoop!"

Once these words were spoken, and with someone taking the lead, the residents no longer had any scruples and rushed to lie down and lick the food.

"spit!"

Shunzi spat and said angrily, "I told you to throw shit! You deserve this! You must lick it clean for me. If there's even a trace of smell left, I'll use your blood to wash the floor!"

This smell is really bad.

Feng Xiuhu asked Damazi and Ermazi to continue watching and supervising the relatives of the residents to come and pick up their relatives, while he took Shunzi out.

……

Feng Xiuhu wants to ask Xiong Guiyuan about the auction house's supply channels - he needs a magic weapon to help him transform himself.

But when I went out, I realized that I had forgotten something important.

Standing on the street, Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi looked at each other in surprise.

"Do you know where Longan lives?"

Feng Xiuhu asked.

Shunzi shook his head repeatedly: "I don't know, she is a wealthy boss, she probably doesn't live in the bottom city."

nonsense.

Feng Xiuhu rolled her eyes and said, "Let's go and take a look at her shop on Stranger Street."

So the two of them hailed a rickshaw and rushed to Stranger Street again.

Coincidentally, the driver pulling the cart was the knowledgeable one.

After the two of them were seated, the driver asked with an apologetic smile, "Sir, are we still talking about fragrant deer today?"

Feng Xiuhu asked curiously, "Even you know that I got a promotion?"

The driver laughed and said, "People like us travel all over Fancheng all the time, so we're naturally well-informed."

Feng Xiuhu became interested: "Then tell me who gave me this nickname."

The driver said happily, "Of course I took it!"

On the seat behind him, Feng Xiuhu took out the short axe without saying a word.

Finally, the person who ruined his reputation was found.

Shunzi quickly held down Feng Xiuhu's hand and kicked the driver on the butt: "My brother is not crazy!"

PS: Today is January 2025.1.5, . This chapter is scheduled for release. By the time you see this, my daughter will have been born. It would be a bit embarrassing to shamelessly ask for monthly tickets or rewards at this time, so I'll just give you my blessing.

(End of this chapter)