As soon as I saw the fake master's expression, I was afraid that he would beat the driver half to death. I shook my head and said, "I don't take a carriage, just walk like this."
"You are a kind person." The fake master snorted disdainfully: "How much money is kindness worth now?"
While I was talking to the fake master, the carriage had already arrived behind me, and the fake master refused to give way, so the coachman who drove the carriage had to stop the carriage.
I looked back and found that the carriage is very common on the river beach. Some food and vegetables are carried on the carriage. The driver who drove the car was a countryman in his fifties.
"Where is your car going?"
"I went to the old Yingzhuang. There is no food in the village. Come out to buy food." The driver who drove the car said with a smile, "What's wrong, you two want to take advantage of the carriage?"
"I don't know what old camp, we have to hurry, take us a ride."
"Get in the carriage." The coachman was very refreshed and greeted us to get into the carriage. There was a lot of grain on the carriage. The fake master and I were sitting on the grain parcel.
We don't know where the old camp is located. There are so many small villages on the river beach. No matter how knowledgeable people are, it is impossible to know everything. The meaning of a fake master is how far you can sit anyway. The coachman is very kind and talkative, chatting with us while driving the car. The fake master naturally ignored him, only me returning to the last sentence from time to time.
I was always very worried because I didn't know where the fake master was going to take me, and I didn't know what the fake master was going to do. Involuntarily, I had the idea of running away again.
The carriage kept moving forward, and it could last for more than an hour after it left, and it was dusk. I looked up and looked ahead. It just so happened that the path ahead crossed over a dirt ditch, and on the left hand side of the road was a sloping high slope. The ditch is deep, and clumps of weeds can be vaguely seen.
I want to take a gamble, when the carriage comes to the front, turn over and jump off the carriage, and then roll down the slope. If the fake master refuses to jump into the deep ditch to chase me, I will be able to escape.
Thinking of this, I took a sneak peek at the fake master, who was closing his eyes and rested. I was secretly delighted, although I jumped directly from the carriage on the side of the road and rolled down the dirt slope on the side of the road. It must be uncomfortable, but I would rather break an arm or leg than be controlled by a fake master.
I was ready and held my breath. When the carriage entered the path ahead, the fake master who closed his eyes and calmed down suddenly pinched my arm.
I was shocked, followed by another cold, and looked sideways at the fake master. The fake master didn't say a word and didn't open his eyes, but his hands were tightly pinched, and my arm was almost broken.
I have seen the skill of the fake master. I can only run away when he is unprepared. Once he is prepared, I can't take advantage of it.
"I'm uncomfortable sitting, moving around, what are you doing?"
"If the salt I have eaten in my life is broken into bricks, it will be enough to build a house for you." The fake master opened a gap in his eyes and said, "Do you still want to follow me with this one?"
I felt guilty and didn't argue with the fake master. I threw away his hand, turned my head and sat on my own.
After dusk, the sky began to darken. At this time, the coachman said to us as he drove the car: "Two people, where are you going? Walk a few miles ahead and you will be there.
The old camp. "
"When we arrive at the old camp, we will get off the bus." I was afraid that the fake master might think of any bad idea, so I rushed to say: "You should go, just leave you."
"Two, after passing the old camp, head forward again. There are no people in the village for thirty or forty miles. If you want to find a place to eat and sleep, you can't find it." The driver turned his head and smiled and said, "Just rest in the old camp. Right, it’s not easy for people who go out, they can’t come out with their own house, right?"
"I don’t have to. I’m a bit urgent. I hurried." I rejected the coachman’s kindness. I haven’t even heard of Laoyingzhuang, but there must be people living in it. The fake master is cruel and uncertain. People, I really went to Zhuangzi, and I still don't know what kind of trouble I'm going to cause.
"It's not anxious at this moment." The fake master opened his eyes and said to the coachman: "Go to the old camp."
"Good!" The coachman flicked his whip, and the horse pulling the cart ran faster.
After a few miles, there was a fork on each side of the path, and the coachman drove the car and turned into the fork on the right. There were some potholes in the fork road, and I walked about three miles with bumps, and an elm forest appeared in front of me.
There are not too many trees on the river beach. There are vacant land for planting trees, and many households have planted elm trees. The elm money that the elm tree bears every year can be steamed and eaten. If it is really a disaster year, the leaves and bark can barely make ends meet. Some villagers know how to use elm bark for incense.
"Here." The coachman slowed down and turned half a circle along the path outside the forest.
A dozen or so thatched cottages were sparsely covered by the woods. When we arrived, we saw a black-faced man chopping wood. The coachman stopped the carriage, jumped out of the carriage, and shouted at the black-faced man: "Heizi, call someone to move the grain down and make some more food. If you meet two guests on the way, please treat him well."
The black-faced man is five big and three thick, like an iron tower. Hearing what the coachman said, the urn let out an anger, dropped his axe, and turned around to get food.
"In your Zhuangzi, there are only a dozen rooms?"
"Oh, there's no way, the soil is not good, and poor, and can't keep people." The coachman wiped the sweat from his face, and said with a smile: "Make do with it."
Not long after, a few people came out of Zhuangzi and moved all the grain. I want to help. There are no latrines in these places, so I find a place to solve it.
When I relieved my hand, I accidentally saw some wood piled up behind the Shulinzi Zhuangzi, and two small boats that had been built, painted with tung oil, and were drying. After removing my hands and returning, I asked the coachman: "Do you still build ships here?"
"Eating for a mixed meal, someone in the Zhuangzi who knows carpenter's craftsmanship will build some small boats and sell them for some money."
While speaking, the black-faced man brought two large bowls and a small basket over. In the small basket were steamed buns with white flour, and in the big bowl were stewed vegetables mixed with meat. There was a lot of meat and it was very fragrant. I couldn't help but swallow.
"You have made money." I think the people in this village are very generous, and the people in the small village of Hetan can't eat meat a few times a year.
"I usually do hard work, and I have to keep people full, right? Two people, eat first, I'll go out and do everything."
The food was on the small table. I was indeed hungry. I grabbed a steamed bun and had to eat with a big bowl. The fake master suddenly raised his hand and knocked on my head.
"What are you doing!" I was knocked out and hurt. Others knocked on their brains.
Just kidding, the fake master knocked on his brain and knocked people out. I felt so painful that I wanted to shed tears. I stretched out my hand and touched my head, and a big bag bulged directly on my head.
"Don't do anything, I just want you to remember." The fake master took the chopsticks, pulled it in the big bowl, pointed to the layer of oily flowers floating on the vegetable soup, and said: "Is there any way to see it?"
"What's so good about this! You haven't even seen the stew!?" I rubbed the bag on my head, wishing to slap the fake master to death.
But as I spoke, I glanced involuntarily. At the beginning, I didn't really see any doorways, but the fake master reminded me that I suddenly found that the layer of oily flowers floating on the vegetable soup was a bit strange.
I used to eat meat and drank broth occasionally at home, regardless of the meat, pork, beef, mutton, and chicken. On the top of the stewed soup, the floating oil flowers are round. But the floating oil flowers on this bowl of vegetable soup are crescent-shaped. Stir it with chopsticks to disperse the oil flowers. After a while, look at the oil flowers again, and they are still Crescent shaped.
At this moment, a piece of sweat suddenly appeared on my forehead, because I remembered some of the things I had said when I heard people chatting before.
Some people say that all the meat in this world, after boiling the soup, the oil flowers are round, only human flesh, the boiling soup, floating crescent-shaped oil flowers, because people are the spirit of all things. So it's different.
Regarding such rumors, I don't know if it is true or false, but just heard from a few boatmen who often rush outside. A long time ago, some black shops in remote areas, just like the cross slopes written in the Water Margin, murdered the people who lived in the shop, searched for valuables, and then took buns with human flesh and boiled soup with bones.
At this moment, I felt my head dizzy. The coachman looked at the man who was honest. Could it be that the people in this village are also in the dark shop
"I told you, don't think that you are hypocritically kind, everyone is just like you. When you go out, there are not many minds, there will always be losses that you can't finish." The fake master sneered and took it. Chopsticks pointed at me and said, "The apprentice Fu Qiandeng taught is really choking."
I was originally very hungry, but when I saw hundreds of crescent-shaped oil flowers on the vegetable soup, even though I didn't eat a bite, I felt unspeakably disgusting, so I hurriedly put back the steamed buns in my hand.
"I can't eat anymore? You're afraid that you haven't been hungry. You are really hungry. You have to fill your stomach with everything." The fake master took the chopsticks and ate a steamed bun in two bites, then picked up a big bowl, snoring Hulu ate a bowl of braised vegetables upright.
I looked at him dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that sitting in front of me was not a person at all, but a demon.
"You? Are you crazy?" I stared at the fake master in a daze, and then at the empty bowl in front of him: "I know this is... This is human flesh... Do you want to eat it?"
"I'm never picky eaters. What kind of meat and what kind of meat." The fake master didn't care, looked sideways at the people who were hoarding food over there, and said: "Don't think they are asking us to eat meat and buns for nothing, this It's the decapitation meal for us."
"What do you mean?" There was a chill in my back. At this time, even if I was stupid, I should know that the people in this old camp are not good.
"Do you know who these are?" The fake master put down his chopsticks and sneered: "These are corpse scavengers."
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