He took a step back.
"What are you doing? Where did all these swords come from, and so much blood?"
Suddenly remembering something, his face changed, turning pale and then flushed.
"You didn't kill someone, did you? Are you trying to hide the body in your house?"
Everyone was amused by Old Man Qiao's words. Old Man Qiao said, "Father, we encountered bandits, so killing was inevitable. These swords and knives were looted from the bandits, and this blood is also from the bandits."
At the beginning of the fight, these swords and knives were in the hands of the bandits. Later, when the bandits fell, they were put into their hands and used to kill many bandits.
They found that any weapon was easy to use.
The swords and blades moved swiftly and cleanly, their strikes decisive and agile.
The hoe was heavy and powerful, while the rake had teeth; it would maim wherever it landed.
Old Man Qiao was relieved to see that everything was tightly sealed off.
He lowered his voice: "So, does that mean our family will have to keep these swords and knives?"
Qiao Lian'er: "Yes, Grandpa, it would be such a pity not to bring back such a good thing."
"Besides, keeping it will be very useful later."
Old Man Joe finally understood why they had dug a hole; this thing was there to hide.
He was a little nervous because there were laws that prohibited ordinary people from possessing weapons; if discovered, it would be a serious crime.
"Father, don't worry, it won't be taken out unless absolutely necessary, even if it's just to protect this family," said Qiao Lao Er.
"But what if we take them out and people see us using swords? How will we explain that?"
Qiao Lian'er said, "Then say it was brought by those people."
When she arrived in this era, she discovered that those who carried swords, whether legally or illegally, carried more than one sword, sometimes even multiple swords, so that if their sword was taken away, they could easily draw another one.
Therefore, this reason is entirely plausible.
“Okay, let’s say that.” Qiao Laosan nodded: “These swords are ours, yet they are not ours; they belong to others, yet they are not others.”
Everyone laughed. Qiao Lao Er said, "Third brother, what nonsense are you talking about? You haven't been drinking tonight."
Everyone worked until midnight, and the hole they dug was deep enough. In the end, all the swords and knives were wrapped up and put inside. Then bricks were placed around the hole, and the soil was covered back up and tamped down.
At this moment, the rest of the Qiao family also knew that there were swords and knives hidden in the house. They all kept it to themselves and remained silent, but a sense of security filled their hearts.
As the family earns more and more money, without any weapons to draw blood, it always feels like something is missing.
The next day, the burly man nicknamed "Arm Bear" was humming a song as he set up his stall, in a very good mood.
All the members of the Qiao family have been eliminated, so there will be no one competing with him for customers anymore.
His roasted chestnuts are very filling; if you buy them from stall number eight, you won't buy them from him.
Even if they weren't all killed, they would be so terrified that they wouldn't dare to come to Yongguan County again.
Even though his customer traffic is starting to recover, it's because the Qiao family earns too much.
He just couldn't stand it. They were both running food stalls, so why could others earn so much while he only earned a few hundred coins a day?
That's unfair.
Arm Bear wrapped the roasted chestnuts in oil paper and handed them to a customer. Looking up, he saw a familiar carriage drive into Changqing Street.
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