Chapter 657 He is so vicious
Jia Jun's eyes suddenly lit up.
Wow! A man in black? Climbing over the wall?
"It looks like that cripple must be a thief who broke into the Han Mansion!" Jia Jun stared at A Quan and couldn't help laughing.
He thought A Quan was just a thief, otherwise who would not go through the door and climb over the wall. He
remembered that the young master had asked him to find out about the situation in the Han Mansion, but he couldn't alarm the people in the mansion.
Jia Jun's mind was clear, and he thought that the thief in front of him was not a member of the Han Mansion, so there would be no problem asking him for directions!
So he grinned and took big strides to catch up.
"Hey, brother." Jia Zhi put his hand on A Quan's shoulder and pointed towards Han's house, "You just came out of this house, right? Then do you know how to sneak in smoothly?"
"By the way, can you tell me the layout of this house?" Jia Zhi said with a playful smile.
A Quan's back stiffened, and he turned his head vigilantly and said in a low voice, "Who are you!"
As he said that, his right hand touched his waist and pressed on a dagger, and murderous aura had already emerged.
Unexpectedly, Jia Zhi looked harmless, and even blinked mysteriously, "I am a fellow traveler with you! I just want to get some benefits by entering Han's house, don't be nervous."
Fellow traveler?
A Quan narrowed his eyes and slowly relaxed his hands.
Could it be that this person is also working for Xiao Yi?
His eyes moved, and he looked Jia Ju up and down again.
He saw that Jia Ju had flaming red hair, amber pupils, and was holding a big chicken leg in his hand. He looked nonchalant, and was a foreigner like A Quan.
A Quan misunderstood, thinking that Xiao Yi had found a foreigner from somewhere to work for him.
So he relaxed, but shook his head and sneered, "We have grown so many years in vain, and in the end, we have to be ordered around by a child."
Jia Ju just left a tooth mark on the chicken leg, and he let go in surprise, grabbed A Quan and shook it.
What a coincidence, how did this person know that his master was a child.
What a fate!
A Quan's leg injury had not healed yet, and he was shaken twice. He grimaced in pain and angrily shook his hand away.
"That's enough, let go!"
"You just want to enter the Han Mansion and take some property. It's okay for me to tell you." A Quan was speechless.
Finally, he pointed to the wall next to him and said disdainfully, "The wall is connected to the side courtyard of the Han family. Usually, few people walk around. You will probably not be discovered if you climb over the wall to enter the mansion."
"After leaving the side courtyard, to the east is the servants' residence. There's nothing to take there. As for the south, it is the inner courtyard where Xiao Yi lives. Now there are only him and two or three servants there. There is also a moon gate to the north with a small courtyard inside..."
At this point, A Quan's expression darkened, "You don't have to go there, so as to avoid seeing things you shouldn't see. Be careful not to harm your life."
Finally, he pushed down his black hood to cover his face, and then quickly left towards the alley.
Jiajun stood there, thinking twice, sketching out the general layout of the Han Mansion, then stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth, and used his hands and feet to climb into the Han Mansion.
After landing smoothly, Jiajun went all the way south and went to the inner courtyard first.
However, the little fat girl only told him to investigate the Han Mansion.
As for what to investigate, she didn't go into details.
So Jiajun scratched his head, and finally decided to go to the kitchen first, start with the Han family's meals, and then get some food by the way.
It has to be said that the highest level of cultivation for a foodie is to reach Jiajun's level.
But the kitchen in the Han Mansion was not as luxurious as he imagined.
After Jia Ju swallowed his saliva, Mao Yao walked in and lifted the lid of the pot. What he saw suddenly caught his eyes. He was so surprised that he almost dropped the lid!
"What the hell is this?"
"Is it pig food? Or something else? Why is it put in the pot where people eat? It's so dirty!"
Jia Ju widened his amber eyes.
The dialect he had learned from the north came out in a hurry. At
this moment, the big pot was still bubbling, but inside it was a pile of rotten "paste", which not only gave off a sour smell, but also vaguely showed some "feces".
Jia Ju suppressed his disgust and planned to find a spoon to pick it up for a closer look, but at this moment, a clear voice and footsteps came from not far away.
"It's getting late. Is the lunch for the second master and the young lady ready?"
Jia Ju hurriedly put down the lid of the pot, glanced left and right, and hid behind a large vat.
Soon, Xiao Yi, a graceful figure in white, appeared at the door.
He lifted the corner of his clothes slightly and walked into the kitchen. The man who followed behind him was afraid and didn't dare to look up. He just kept responding to him with "hmm".
Xiao Yi didn't even look at him.
He just walked forward, opened the lid of the pot, stared at the "lunch" inside, and the corners of his lips rose with satisfaction.
"These are pig food from the farm, but don't be too mean. After all, they are my relatives. Go to the swill bucket to pick up some leftover fruit pulp and add it in to make snacks." Xiao Yi smiled playfully, and his smile was so dazzling.
"Hmm, hmm, hmm!" The man lowered his eyebrows and kept humming.
Jia Zhi was extremely surprised. The thing at the bottom of the pot was actually for people to eat?
Who lives so miserably!
He was disgusted, and for a moment, even the chicken leg in his hand was not fragrant. After Xiao Yi left, Jia Zhi secretly followed the man and walked all the way north.
After passing through a moon gate, the scene in front of him was completely different from the cold and solemn inner courtyard.
In this not-too-small courtyard, the weeds were almost half a person tall. The mosquitoes in summer were extremely arrogant, and they kept flying around the two houses in front that emitted a faint stench.
The man took the rice plate, took a deep breath, and then wiped his tears and entered the house.
Through the crack of the door, Jiayi squinted his eyes, but the next moment, he was suddenly disgusted and got goose bumps all over his body!
There was a brick bed in the room.
The man on the kang was like a pool of rotten mud, his body was covered with bedsores, and maggots were crawling on his lower body, making him groan in pain.
The man suppressed his guilt and grabbed the "rice paste" and forced it into the man's mouth. His tears had already wet the edge of the kang.
"Hmm, ah, hmm!" He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something, but his mouth was empty, and only a small piece of his severed tongue could be seen.
Jia Jun was shocked to discover this.
It turned out that this man... was made dumb by his severed tongue. No wonder he kept "hmming" just now, and the young master didn't blame him at all.
At this time, Han Yu's swollen cheeks froze, and suddenly he stretched out his hands desperately to grab the man's face and pry open his mouth to see.
"That ungrateful little bastard, he actually...actually cut off your tongue?" Han Yu's eyes widened, and a huge gasp sounded from his throat.
The man cried loudly, his head kept nodding, but he couldn't say anything to complain to his master.
Since Xiao Yi took charge of the Han Mansion, he not only laid off servants several times in a row.
Even the servants who were driven out of the mansion disappeared without a trace in the world, and no one saw them alive or dead.
But even so, he still couldn't be completely at ease, so he simply made all the servants who stayed in the mansion mute, so that no news could be leaked to the outside world.
Han Yu, with sparse and messy hair, stared with his eyes wide open and gasped twice, then his limbs went limp and he fell back on the kang.
"What true dragon emperor? He is clearly a devil that crawled out of hell, a devil!"
"Xiao Jinshan is not a good guy, and his son is even less so!"
"If I had known that this boy was so vicious and cruel, I would never have had any greedy thoughts and tried to take advantage of him no matter what I said..." Han Yu wept bloody tears with his face up, his cloudy eyes were full of fear and regret.
Jia Ju frowned, and finally realized how many deep secrets were hidden in this huge mansion.
So he threw away the remaining chicken leg and quickly left to report to the young master Fatty.
But when he returned to the Jiang Mansion, he found nothing, and the young man had already gone out to the street.
At this moment, Feng and Old Lady Xiao accompanied Xiao Nuobao to the market on West Street to hire some help to protect Xiaoliu Village.
The weather was hot, and people were restless, and they all loved to run to the streets.
Xiao Nuobao was wearing a small milky green jacket, with a pair of white arms exposed. Her big arms were clasped with gold armlets, which left marks on her small flesh.
She held a small palm leaf fan in her left hand and a bowl of iced yogurt in her right hand. The two of them were very effective in cooling down the summer heat.
Feng usually dressed elegantly, but in the dog days of summer, she also changed into a cool gauze jacket, exposing half of her arms, and felt the coolness brought by the fan of the lady.
Old Lady Xiao walked slowly and couldn't help but asked, "Nuobao, if you want to protect the manor, why don't you let your third brother or brother Xiao take a few soldiers to help? Isn't it better than those unknown people bought from outside?"
Little Nuobao shook his head hurriedly, "No, although the soldiers of Liaodong Camp listen to the third brother, they can't let anyone protect our manor. Family affairs and national affairs can't be mixed together. What's the saying? Yes, there is no order without rules!"
Feng and Old Lady Xiao smiled at each other.
The little guy knows a lot.
Then, Little Nuobao said seriously, "Besides, we have a workshop on the manor, which requires long-term protection. The soldiers can only protect it for a while, so we have to hire talents ourselves."
Otherwise, everyone in the manor will have hidden dangers, and it will not work in the end.
Since Guaibao said so, Feng and Old Lady Xiao also thought it was reasonable, so they didn't say anything more.
Soon, they followed the West Market all the way and were almost at the end.
At this time, the human market slowly appeared in front of them.
The so-called human market is the place where people buy and sell manpower in the capital.
There are many human brokers here, shouting and selling slaves, and there are also some people who are desperate and willing to sell themselves for money.
However, there is another type of people, that is, those who have some skills and want to be chosen by others to do some special work for private individuals.
This kind of people are generally regarded as separate existences. They often have free identities. Some are talented and want to work as staff in the mansions of celebrities. Some are armed and want to be chosen by others to be security guards or private guards.
Xiao Nuobao walked around the market twice, but still didn't see anything that satisfied her.
At this time, several complaints came from the table next to her.
"Tsk, what's so crazy about it? The master offered you ten taels a month to be security guards, and you still don't want to do it?"
"These people look like bandits, and you can tell at a glance that they have a shady background. Someone is willing to hire them, but they are picky."
Xiao Nuobao couldn't help but be curious when she heard the voice, and walked towards a small group of people not far away.
When she walked in front of the crowd, she found that the people were dissatisfied with five fierce-looking men.
The leading man was bald and had a long scar on his face, which looked very scary.
However, Xiao Nuobao stroked his chin and somehow felt that the scarred face was not evil.
This person was full of murderous aura, but upon closer inspection, there was no ghost behind him, which showed that the people he killed were all innocent.
At this time, seeing that Xiao Nuobao and his group were somewhat interested, a man next to him kindly advised.
"Could it be that you are also interested in these five people?"
"Then I advise you not to waste your time. These people have been standing here for three days. People are attracted by their skills and offer a lot of money, but they are unwilling to go."
Old Mrs. Xiao rolled her eyes and said in surprise, "There are some people with good skills in the market, but they come here to sell themselves for money. Why are these people unwilling?"
The kind brother shook his head and said, "Others are like this, but they are different. The leader, the scarred face, is only willing to work for doctors, and he must be a famous doctor."
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Nuobao's mind turned.
She looked at the five people again. They all had a strong bandit spirit and their hands were stained with blood.
The little fat girl pondered for a while. If they were selling themselves, why would they only obey the orders of famous doctors?
I'm afraid there is only one possibility.
That is, someone in their family needs medical treatment and life-saving treatment, but because of their unclean background, they must have some concerns or unspeakable secrets, and therefore cannot seek help from a famous doctor openly.
That's why he resorted to this desperate measure.
These people were full of old tricks and had long scars on their faces. They were really ruthless people. If they could be trusted, they would definitely become an iron gate for Xiaoliu Village!
So Xiao Nuobao stepped forward, raised his round little head, looked at the scarred man who led the group, and was determined to take them down.
Scarred man also noticed a small shadow that seemed to have flashed by.
He squinted his eyes and looked for a long time, until finally, Xiao Nuobao couldn't help jumping twice, and he finally lowered his head and saw a small dwarf who was not even as tall as his thigh.
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