"Father..." The son turned his head. Although he didn't say the following words, the expression on his face showed his tendency very clearly.
"this… "
The two model serfs were presented in front of them. The living evidence was convincing, and what Wu Qingchen had declared before suddenly became much more credible.
However, for no specific reason, there was always a faint uneasiness lingering in the heart of the old thief.
"Let's wait first." After hesitating for a long time, my father slowly shook his head.
"Why?" The son frowned deeply: "Master priest, did he think of the current situation when he went out, and deliberately brought two pretended serfs to deceive us?"
"Serfs are real." Father said that was not the reason: "However, I always feel that something is wrong.
"What's wrong?" The son asked immediately, "Aren't Lautoka and Uncle Cobb all fine?"
"What is good? Is it good if you are not killed immediately?" Huelva couldn't say what was wrong, but if he wanted to find a reason, the captured companion was covered in: "I didn't see On Lautoka and the others? How did they get soaked? I don’t know how long they were thrown into the water and tortured.”
"It's just a dip in the water..." The son expressed his incomprehension: "What's the big deal... The priest always slaps his nose, maybe... he doesn't like the smell on them?"
"Maybe? Do you have the final say on what the priest thinks?" My father was not afraid to speculate with the worst malice: "Maybe it is to clean it up earlier, so that it will be more convenient when the meat is cooked and eaten!?"
Although he knew that this possibility was extremely low, his son couldn't help shivering.
While the father and son were discussing, Yamashita made a new movement.
Looking up at the forest, the priest thought for a while, then ordered the soldiers to split up and quickly collected many bushes, twigs, and leaves.
Asking the soldiers to pile up these things, the priest walked a little farther and gave some more instructions. A soldier walked over and fiddled with it for a while, and the flames burst out.
"What is this for?" The son looked at the sky: "Looking at the bonfire so early?"
As soon as the son had finished speaking, two other soldiers stepped forward and lifted a large canopy of branches that had just dipped into the stream, and pressed them over the flames.
In an instant, a thick plume of green smoke rose straight into the sky.
Having lived among thieves for two years, the father and son certainly knew this way of long-distance communication.
The issue is…
"This... who is this called?"
"There are still soldiers not here? How many people did this master bring?"
A few minutes later, the two knew the real purpose of lighting up the smoke.
Below the forest, in addition to the temptations of "food", "rest", "shelter", and "beans" in turn, the shouting content of the three captured companions has added new items:
"Poor man on the mountain, if you can't tell the direction of the sound, just look up, we are where the smoke is coming..."
"Poor man on the mountain, if you're hurt, just yell and we'll come to you..."
"If you can't speak, or if you are too far away, just push a few stones, or shake the tree around you hard, and we will come to you..."
"This..." The priest was so considerate and thoughtful, and the son was moved again: "Father, it doesn't take so much effort just to find a few people to torture you?"
"Who knows? If you don't do something strange, can you still be called a master?" Strangely, the more the priests below did and the better they did, the stronger the vague uneasiness in my father's heart.
The captives shouted again and again, drank water again and again, and the time passed, and the priest added several new promises one after another, either thought up by himself or by the puppies, but, The direction of the forest is always quiet.
In this way, the sun slowly went down, and the priest sat down and stood up, with shorter and shorter intervals, and faster and faster pacing to and fro.
Suddenly, Ann and Huelva saw, looking at the sky, the priest came to the side of the captured companion again.
Like the previous few times, the captives quickly added their rhetoric:
"Poor man, come down, it's getting dark soon, and it will be even harder to go later!"
"Wolves and bears are coming out soon, they are not as easy to talk to as we are..."
"Come down, we have a lot of people here, and we have weapons..."
"Look, the fire is lit..."
"Father..." Ann tilted her head again: "What they said is true."
"If you know it's true, then go away!" Huelva also seized the opportunity to persuade his son: "Go to the top of the mountain, remember those big rocks you saw when you came here yesterday? Look for it, there is a big rock nearby Good place to spend the night.”
The son stopped talking.
The sky gradually began to darken.
Three soldiers walked up to the priest, and after saying a few words, the priest nodded, and the soldiers immediately started to get busy.
Clear the ground, pile up the firewood, light another fire...
Bring the stream water, set up the pot, and preliminarily process the ingredients...
"They're going to cook..."
Googooo...
Seeing everyone busy and hungry for a whole day, the stomachs of the father and son raised the strongest protest at the same time.
Swallowing his saliva, he closed his mouth tightly, and the two continued to watch silently:
The firepit is done, the diving is done, the cabbage is cleaned, the beans are cleaned, the chicken...
chicken!
"Master!"
The priest did it himself, holding a knife, and lifted a struggling hen to the stream. When he turned around and came back, there were a few pieces of processed chicken in his hand.
Staying in the forest, without the constraints of strict territorial laws, thieves would certainly not be polite to animals.
Although they lacked tools and hunting skills, the group of thieves could occasionally catch a few unlucky prey during their long-term survival.
The son Ann and the father Huelva, both of them are people who have eaten meat. The fat and greasy smell and the sweet bloody smell are deeply engraved in their hearts.
Just because they have already tasted the deliciousness of "meat", when they saw the priest chopping up pieces of chicken and throwing them into the pot, even though they were separated by a long distance, the two of them seemed to smell the strong smell in memory. scent.
The throats of the father and son wriggled vigorously to swallow the saliva secreted rapidly in their mouths.
The priest moved very quickly. While the chicken was cooking in the firepit on one side, he used the firepit and small pot on the other side, and at the same time began to process the cabbage prepared by the soldiers.
Twenty minutes later, the chicken and cabbage were scooped up in clay pots.
Replaced with fresh hot water, the priest began to cook beans and mush at the same time.
After more than ten minutes, the four clay pots were filled with steaming food.
The soldiers had already moved stones and set up a few planks to form a dining table—these damned bastards even carried the dining table with them—a wooden bowl was placed in front of everyone.
Meals are divided.
The soldier who had been closely following the priest stood up, held a spoon, and distributed most of the chicken to the priest, and a small part to himself and the other person beside him; he distributed the beans to the master and the serf. All the soldiers outside; the cabbage and mush were distributed to all the entourage, including the serfs.
"Tsk tsk... There are meat and beans." An licked her lips and looked enviously at the full wooden bowls in front of everyone: "Even serfs have two wooden bowls."
"What does that have to do with us?" Huelva reminded his son at the right time: "Look, after calling all afternoon, Lautoka and the others still have to stand far away."
Yes.
When sharing meals, the three of Lautoka wisely walked away and stood far away, trying not to look in the direction of the dining table as much as possible, and drinking a few sips of cold water from time to time to relieve hunger.
Probably because they hadn't traveled all day and didn't do much work, the priest and his entourage ate at a very slow pace, which made the onlookers and the thieves on the mountain suffer for a while.
After more than half an hour, the priest who had the most food and the slowest speed in front of him finally slowly put down the wooden bowl in his hand.
After stroking his stomach, the priest stood up and waved to the three prisoners in the distance.
"Could it be..." Ann's eyes widened.
"That's right, that's the trick!" The old thief wanted to express his disdain, but the saliva from the corner of his mouth suddenly overflowed, "Divide the wooden bowl, divide the plate, and drink it with water, it's just a trick to the stomach. "
"Is it really time to divide the bowl?" Ann's saliva could not be controlled: "What water are you still pouring? Just lick it! The priest eats so sloppily, there must be a lot of oil in the bowl... Maybe there is also oil in the bowl next to it." And bean dregs!"
"Hmph... the bowls of the two most trusted soldiers next to me are definitely not bad. Tsk tsk, what a blessing, I have never been hungry in my life... I didn't even lick a single wooden bowl, it's a waste of money. Toka and the others.” Obviously, although he couldn’t see the specific situation clearly, he kept watching the process of everyone eating and the distribution of the value of the many wooden bowls on the dining table, and Huelva knew clearly in his heart: “Look, and The wooden bowls of the soldiers must be much cleaner. They have basically licked them twice, and they should only be able to flush... Well, the last two are definitely real serfs. Their wooden bowls have been flushed several times by themselves. .”
While the father and son were talking, the three prisoners had already approached the priest.
Next, the priest asked the three people to close their palms together, then took a few spoonfuls of water, and washed the three people's arms several times.
"What is this for?"
The next moment, under the strange and inquiring eyes of the thieves on the mountain and the inexplicable eyes of the captives below, the priest's spoon reached into the clay pot next to the kettle. of the captive, inside the closed palms.
Holding the mush, the prisoner standing in front did not dare to move his hands, and his whole body was shaking violently. The prisoner standing behind immediately knelt on the ground. No matter standing or kneeling, the three screamed all afternoon. The poor man shed tears at the same time.
"Master!"
When the captives were trembling and crying, the father and son in the forest also uttered uncontrollable screams at the same time.
Quickly finished eating the mush in his hand, licked every finger clean, then borrowed a wooden spoon, scooped up cold water, flushed and sucked the whole palm of his hand several times, without any urging, three A prisoner picked up the sheepskin roll rolled into a cylinder again and rushed to the vicinity of the mountain forest.
"Poor people on the mountain, my friends, come down!"
"Have you seen it, have you seen it all? The master gave it to me!"
"Must! Give us a whole handful of mush!"
"Come down!"
Due to the lack of a unified plan, the voices of the three arrested companions were much messed up. However, because the volume of the three was much higher than that of the call in the afternoon, the thieves on the mountain could still hear them clearly.
"Father, let's go down quickly!" The son suggested again. This time, Ann's voice was not loud, but it was full of determination.
"But..." Huelva still couldn't find the reason for his uneasiness, and it was really hard for Huelva to make up his mind: "Let me think about it, let me think about it."
"What else are you thinking about?" The son didn't care about Xingzang at all, stood up and shouted: "Are you afraid that the priest will cut up the meat and cook it? What's the matter with giving Lautoka and others? Put salt on the meat in advance Do you put so much salt in cooking?"
"Don't be messy! Don't panic!" Huelva pulled his son down forcefully and covered his mouth: "The more this is the time, the more careful it is!"
"Hurry up!" Looking down the mountain, the son was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Maybe there is still mush in the clay pot!"
"It's gone!" It was about food, and my father saw it very clearly: "When it was finally given to Bant, the clay pot was almost upside down, and it took several shakes to get a handful out."
"That can still be flushed! Even if the clay pot doesn't allow us to flush, we can still hurry down and share the priest's bowl!"
"I know, I know! Didn't you look at the other places and didn't move? Do you think there are only two of us here? The priest below is shouting, lighting cigarettes, and cooking... must have attracted other companions here long ago It's gone! The other companions didn't move, there must be something wrong!"
"what is the problem?"
"Wait, wait a minute, let me think about it!"
"Hurry up!" An's eyes were fixed on the direction of the mountain, or more precisely, on the priest's wooden bowl, and two little hands could be seen in Ann's eyes.
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