More than a dozen civilian husbands, including Xiao Liu, were all hung on the keel ancestor boat. I was very annoyed, but I didn't even have the power to protect myself, and the irritation only annoyed myself.
The keel ancestor boat hung these more than ten people, and thundered across the shallow water and sank into the river. The ship should have been floating on the water, but after the keel ancestor ship entered the water, it gradually sank until it disappeared.
"Let go of me." I struggled still, feeling uncomfortable being pinched by the fake master.
The fake master released his hand and took Shang Fang's whistle in his arms. I rubbed my shoulders, and I had no intention of running away. I had a face-to-face photo with the fake master and knew his abilities. Now even if I try my best, there is absolutely no chance of escape.
"Boy, I haven't seen you for more than a year." The fake master smiled and said, "I didn't expect to live and get stronger."
"Aren't you the same?"
The face of the fake master changed, but he returned to normal in a blink of an eye: "Interesting, no one has ever talked to me like this."
"Everything has the first time." I secretly observed and felt that although the fake master and my master did not have much difference in appearance, their temperament and temper were completely two people. The fake master was moody, and his hostility was very heavy. .
"Go." The fake master gave me a push and said, "If you want to be a little bit smart, don't even think about running away. There are many tortures in this world. You have never heard of it. If you want to escape, you will be I caught it, and I tried it on you all the same."
"where to?"
"Go to a place, don't ask more, you will know when you get there."
I was forced to come together with the fake master and walk westward along the river beach first. The fake master was gloomy and silent when he walked, his body fluttering like a leaf.
"What's the matter with those more than a dozen civilian husbands? How did that keel ancestor ship sink into the water?" I walked for a while, only feeling bored in my heart, and couldn't help asking the fake master. I didn't expect him to answer me, I just tried to ask.
"Those more than a dozen mud legs?" A smile appeared at the corner of the fake master's mouth, but the smile was full of coldness and contempt: "They will pay a price if they eat my fish."
"They just ate a few fish, but you killed them."
"This is the case in the world. If your fist is not hard, you will be bullied and slaughtered by others. This is the way of heaven." The fake master snorted, "Don't think about being a saint. You have pity on them. Who will come now? Pity you?"
I was dissatisfied in my heart, but I couldn't argue with the fake master. If a person has deep-rooted ideas in his mind, it is difficult to be persuaded.
"The keel ancestor ship was sent away." The fake master was so refreshed. Seeing that I stopped talking, he answered my second question: "If you have received more than ten people, you will have to send it away. If it's too late. Some are useless."
"Give it away? Where to send it to?"
"Send to a place that no one has been to." The fake master smiled gloomily, and that smile made me feel uncomfortable.
The fake master refused to say that when he said it, but I always thought about it over and over again. Is the place he said that no one has been to is the legendary treasure place
I don't know for the time being, the fake master knows that place. It’s just that I have a little bit of my own inference, that treasure place, I and the fortuneteller have no intention of
I've been in the middle, where there are tiger swallows in the treasures, and there are dead bodies hanging upside down, which are almost countless when added together. Those corpses must have been sent in from outside.
I thought of this, but didn't dare to ask again, lest I expose myself to the treasure trove.
"Those folk husbands, what are they going to do after they are sent to the place you said no one knows about?"
"You are asking too much." The fake master gave me a sideways look: "It's not a good thing for a person to know too many things."
The fake master stopped talking, but just kept walking with his head. The two of us walked for a long time. Before dawn, on the small road on the right, a countryman driving a donkey cart came over. The donkey cart is pulling some self-grown vegetables, which should be sent to a town more than 20 miles away to sell for money.
The fake master saw the countryman driving the donkey cart, pushed me, and led me to the other side. The countryman probably didn't expect someone to walk on the deserted river beach at this time, strangling the donkey cart, and just about to talk, the fake master walked in front of him, grabbed the other's collar, and threw the person out.
His strength was great, and with this throw, the countryman was thrown two or three feet away and fell heavily to the ground. The fake master pulled all the vegetables off the cart, and forced me to sit on the donkey cart.
"That countryman didn't provoke you, so why are you doing this?"
"You all learned this from your master?" The fake master smiled contemptuously: "Who has ordered him not to provoke me, I can't provoke him? He happens to have a donkey cart, and I just want to ride a donkey cart. It's that simple."
I glanced at him and looked back. The countryman had been thrown miserably, but he was not lost.
"You have a good heart, but it's of no use, just a fool." The fake master took the whip and flicked the donkey. With such a strong hand, with a whip, the skin of the donkey was opened to the flesh, and the donkey ate pain and ran wildly. The fake master laughed loudly and kept smoking the donkey: "See if I am better than it, it will listen to me and be driven by me."
I don’t speak, just because I think it’s unnecessary to say anything to him.
"If you don't speak, do you despise me?" The fake master suddenly reduced the smile on his face, turned his head to look at me, there was no expression on his face, and his eyes were very permeating: "I am not a good person, and I never wanted to be a good person. ."
I still didn't answer, the fake master didn't feel embarrassed, just kept driving away the donkey. The donkey ran for more than ten miles, and only half of his life was left. The fake master saw that the donkey couldn't move, so he pulled me out of the car.
"Seven or eight miles ahead, there is a town. Near the town is Fangjia Village." The fake master pointed to the front and said to me: "That village used to live in stone masons. Have you heard of it?"
I've never used this town in the future, so naturally I don't need to mention the small villages near the town. However, when the fake master talked about Fangjia Village, and besides, the village used to be stonemason, I remembered a person called Fang Shitou who was mentioned before.
I don’t know if Fang Shitou’s real name or nickname is. Fang Jiazu has been stone masons for several generations. In the generation of Fangshishi, he still works as a stonemason. It's just a coincidence that Fang Shitou made a deal with a few people who walked the rivers and lakes and made some money. Fang Shitou felt that this kind of money is easy to make, and it is much more than hard work as a mason.
From there
Later, Fang Shitou selected the elites in the family and specialized in fishing in the river.
In fact, there are many things at the bottom of the big river. In the past, the big river was flooded and changed its course from time to time. Once the course was changed, everything along the way was submerged in the water. Residential houses, houses, cemeteries, ancient tombs, floods past, nothing can survive. Most of the things sinking at the bottom of the river are useless, but there are also some valuable antiques. Fang's family specializes in fishing from the bottom of the river, screening them, and taking away the valuables. There are actually a lot of people doing this business on the river beach, and the idiom is called "paddling."
There were a lot of paddling and frequent fighting with each other. There were originally two groups paddling in the river near Fangjia Village. After Fang Shitou led the family to participate, he fought hard with the two gangs. The Fang family used to be stonemasons, with big arms and round waists, sturdy bodies, and daring to fight, so they quickly gained a foothold and dominated the river for about forty or fifty miles.
When you do paddling, you naturally have to deal with people, and you have to deal with some people from the rivers and lakes. The Fang family gradually became a family of rivers and lakes, from Fang Shitou to the present, it has been passed down for five generations.
"I asked if you knew Fangjiacun, why didn't you answer?"
I'm thinking about it. The fake master kicked me. It might be complaining that I didn't pay attention to him.
"If you ask, just ask, why did you kick me? Fangjiacun, I know, I haven't been there, I've heard it before."
"The Patriarch of Fangjia Village's generation is called Fang Yi, let's go and go to Fangjia Village."
"What are you going to do, do you know someone from the Fang family?"
"You'll know when you get there. No matter where I want to go, I will go as long as I want to see people who know them?"
The fake master is a bit yin and yang. Sometimes he talks a lot and ignores him. He still gets angry. Sometimes he doesn't fart for a long time. If he talks to him, he will get angry too. I followed him all night and felt I had had enough.
"Boy, your name is Bao Shisan, isn't it? Has Fu Qiandeng told you before that there is a person like him in this world?"
"I haven't told me." I suffered a loss in the hands of the fake master and didn't take the initiative to speak, but he wanted to ask me, and I answered a few sentences perfunctorily. However, what he said is exactly what I really want to know. I want to know why he looks like his master: "You are talking about someone who looks like him, isn't it you?"
"Yes, you are so smart, you can guess that it is me, so you don't want to ask, why am I the same as Fu Qiandeng?"
"why?"
"I don't want to tell you." The fake master yin and yang laughed weirdly, raised his hand and patted the back of my head heavily: "I just won't tell you."
I am very annoyed, but there is no way to take him.
In the middle of the morning, we walked to Fangjiacun. In fact, Fangjia Village is still some distance away from the town, and this kind of Jianghu family usually has people patrolling the village, and most people will not come here when they are fine, so the surroundings of Fangjia Village look very desolate.
From the outside to the village, there was only one way. The fake master took me on the road. When I reached the entrance of the village, four or five people came from the front, all of whom were sent by the Fang family to guard the village.
"My friend, where do you come from?" The Fang family was quite polite, blocking us at the intersection and asking: "What's the matter here?"
"What do I need to tell you when I'm here?" As soon as the fake master stretched out his hand, his fist slammed into the opponent's face.
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