Chapter 10: Which piece are you mixing in, I am

Shen Guodong said: "He went back to his old business. Dazhuang bit the other side to death and took the responsibility himself. The others also ran away. Now Old Cousin is speculating on eggs and millet, and his third uncle is cooperating with him. He also speculates on tickets, but he doesn't dare to do it so big. Second Child is following him, and I sometimes go to help, but there is not much work, and I can't support so many people."

Li Xuewu stood up and said: "Take me to find them."

Shen Guodong said nervously: "Brother Wu, Dazhuang is broken, we are all very sad, but Old Cousin didn't mean it..."

"Sword Comes"

Li Xuewu said goodbye to the old woman and went out first. It was too oppressive.

Shen Guodong had no choice but to say something to the old woman, put on his broken cotton coat, and went out to lead the way.

The two didn't speak all the way, turned several intersections, and suddenly the front was wide. It should be the old miscellaneous market, and it also sold flowers, birds, fish, and insects. Looking from a distance, it should be the Paper Workshop Bridge.

Good fellow, this group of people really knows how to find a place. A large group of people was cleaned up a few years ago, and now there are some again. The scale is not small.

Each small stall was far apart, and there was a horse lamp on the stall, and various old goods and food were placed under the dim light.

Perhaps they were scared by the cleanup, and the vendors also became cunning.

Those who sold millet only put a small wine cup of millet under the light. If they met someone who wanted to trade, they would extinguish the horse lamp and take the customer to their home in the back alley to trade. The vendors were generally nearby. If they weren't from here, they would try to rent a place privately, saying they were relatives staying temporarily, and they all had to get a nest.

Those who didn't live here used coats to cover the goods, turned on flashlights to check the things in the bags, and after the transaction was completed, they carried the bags and left.

When encountering an inspection, the sentries around would blow pigeon whistles, and the stall owners would throw away the samples on the stalls and run away. Those with nests returned to their nests. Anyway, if they weren't caught on the spot, they could always go to the toilet at night.

Those without nests also threw away the samples, carried the bags, and ran away, scattering like birds and beasts, very agile.

Before the two entered, they met a sentry. Shen Guodong made a gesture, and the one over there didn't come over to check.

Shen Guodong led Li Xuewu around and arrived at a stall in the middle. There was no one on the side. On a broken cloth on the ground were some eggshell fragments and a small pinch of millet. This was too capable of saving.

Shen Guodong looked around, lowered his voice and coughed twice, and then there was movement in the corner of the wall.

The sound of a piece of wood hitting the ground, how was this like a connection?

Only a fat guy with a big waist and a thick waist leaned against the corner of the wall, poked his head out and looked carefully at this side.

Shen Guodong led Li Xuewu to the corner of the wall, pushed the big fat face into the alley with his palm.

"Damn, Guodong, be light, don't hurt my prosperous beauty."

Shen Guodong didn't be polite either: "Prosperous beauty is full of shit."

Laobiaoz wanted to refute, but saw Li Xuewu turn on the flashlight. Laobiaoz saw it was Li Xuewu by the light, and wanted to speak.

Li Xuewu turned off the flashlight and gave him a big ear slap, only hearing a "pop."

The words in Laobiaoz's mouth also became: "Damn..."

Li Xuewu pinched Laobiaoz's neck, used the flashlight to resist Laobiaoz's face, and turned on the flashlight.

"How did I tell you before I left? Is this how you take care of your younger brother?"

There was movement here, and a person hurried over from the stall. When he walked into the alley and saw his nephew being resisted against the wall, he wanted to come up to pull the fight.

Good fellow, he sent himself to the door. Li Xuewu turned off the flashlight, let go of Laobiaoz, and gave a big ear slap to the person who rushed over.

He pulled the collar of the person who was beaten and resisted against the wall, and both feet were off the ground.

The person covered his face, his mouth trembling: "Which piece are you mixing in, brother? I am Wen San'er in this piece, give me some face, bypass us once."

Li Xuewu turned on the flashlight and shone it on the ground, reflecting Li Xuewu's face.

Seeing that the one who hit him was Li Xuewu, Wen San'er's two dangling legs wanted to tremble. This living bandit actually came back.

Li Xuewu asked hatefully: "Wen San'er, right? Give you some face, right? I spared you, who can spare my brother? Or should I send you down to ask my brother if he spares you?"

Here Li Xuewu was cleaning up Wen San'er, and Laobiaoz knelt on the ground along with the hand Li Xuewu let go, tears falling down.

Shen Guodong helped him up but he wouldn't get up, directly kowtowing on the ground.

Li Xuewu tilted his head and watched, saying sternly: "People are dead, who are you pretending for?"

Wen San'er saw his nephew, who was usually big and thick and didn't fear anyone, kneeling directly, and was really scared. This living bandit didn't like him before and didn't want to take him to play. He had no feelings at all, and he was afraid he would really kill him.

"Xuewu, Wu Ge, Wu Grandpa, it really has nothing to do with my nephew. It was me who was confused and caused a disaster. If you want to kill, kill me alone."

Wen San'er was crying and snotting, and his hands were still slapping his own mouth. There were already people outside the alley hearing the movement and looking toward this side.

Li Xuewu turned off the flashlight and threw Wen San'er on the ground. Wen San'er didn't dare to lie down either, and nimbly moved over to kneel with his nephew.

Although Wen San'er couldn't keep up with Li Xuewu in the past, he had seen the fourteen or fifteen-year-old Li Xuewu lead a group of half-grown boys to use iron chains for dogs to whip people, beating a twenty-something young man until his skin was torn and his mouth was calling for his mother.

No matter how high the force is, no matter how old the age is, it can't resist four or five half-grown boys each with an iron chain whipping you.

Li Xuewu squatted in front of Laobiaoz who was still kowtowing, and asked: "Do you know why I hit you?"

Laobiaoz didn't answer, just kept kowtowing.

Li Xuewu knew that this head wasn't kowtowed to him, but to Dazhuang underground.

When a few people gathered to play, it was Li Xuewu who came up with the ideas, Dazhuang and Old Cousin did it, Shen Guodong helped, and Second Child was four years younger than them, so he could only keep watch.

Old Cousin's real name was Li Wenbiao, he looked old, so he was called Old Cousin. Dazhuang and Old Cousin were noisy, but their relationship was the best. Dazhuang recognized Old Cousin's parents as godparents, otherwise, Dazhuang's mother wouldn't have been able to support the two children until now.

Because he led the wrong way, a brother died, and the returning Li Xuewu slapped all the regrets, remorse, and sadness in his heart.

Ignoring Wen San'er who was still kneeling, he pulled Laobiaoz who was kowtowing, and said to him: "Hitting you is because you don't use your brain and implicate others. Hitting you is because you don't have the responsibility when something happens. Hitting you is because you didn't arrange it when something happened. Pig brain, right?"

Laobiaoz looked at Li Xuewu and said: "I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I was wrong, woo woo woo."

Looking at the ugly fat man who was crying sadly, it was really ugly. He wiped it with his hand, pulled him up, and Wen San'er also stood up. ===== CHAPTER 11 =====