Since the other party was willing to spend such a huge price to bring him back to Yunzhou City, he understood that they had torn up the final agreement.
Human nature is greedy.
Mr. Ke said with a determined look on his face, "It's time for me to get back what's mine."
He, Zeng Wuming, Dabao and Erbao hid in the chicken coop behind the kitchen.
A figure quietly ran over. Old Ke picked up his sword and slashed at it.
"One of us. Mr. Ke."
"Who is your family?"
"I am Zhiyi." Zhiyi quickly exposed his face.
He said anxiously, "Come with me quickly. We won't be able to hide here any longer." He held Dabao in one hand and Erbao in the other, looking at them with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry, young master. I had to endure it and couldn't save you before."
Zhiyi can only lie dormant and wait for the opportunity.
This is the way their slaves survive.
It is also the survival law of the beast within the body that has been learned since childhood.
Erbao hugged Zhiyi's neck with a smile, "Brother Zhiyi, you are so awesome."
Mr. Ke took a fire poker from the kitchen, and he and Zeng Wuming supported each other.
The two followed Zhi Yi.
Zhiyi led them to the servants' courtyard, where there was a small dog hole along the dilapidated corner of the wall.
Nowadays, several of them are as thin as monkeys.
Drilling a dog hole is no problem.
Zhiyi placed Dabao and Erbao on the ground and crawled out first. "Young Master, crawl out of the dog hole."
Erbao crawled out first. He likes to crawl through dog holes.
He drilled every dog hole in the village, big and small.
Dabao followed Erbao.
Then Mr. Ke looked around and saw a vague figure running towards him not far away.
He was so scared that he shuddered and quickly got out.
Zeng Wuming was the last one to get out. He was a little reluctant, but he knew saving his life was more important.
After the five people went out.
Zhi Yi took them to a dilapidated temple overnight.
It is summer now, and there are many beggars living in the dilapidated temple.
The beggar gang was just a group of young kids, the oldest of them was about the same size as Zhiyi.
But he looks like he's in his teens.
"Who are you? This is our territory, get out of here right now." The young man had curly hair and deep, bright eyes.
Zhiyi placed Dabao and Erbao on the ground, clasped his fists and said:
"We were passing by looking for our relatives and encountered thieves. Please take us in for one night, we will leave tomorrow."
Curly saw swords in the hands of several people, and even Dabao, Erbao and the little skinny monkey were holding daggers.
"You guys are from a wealthy family, right?"
Old Ke narrowed his eyes and smiled, "How can a wealthy family be so destitute? The old and the young are all dressed in beggars' clothes."
Erbao opened his eyes wide and listened carefully for a while, then looked at his clothes and suddenly became excited, he really looked like a little beggar.
He was going to take Niu Xibei and Tu Diu back to town to find Feng Jiangsheng, and then take a few bowls and sit in the town's East Market to beg. It seemed like they could make a lot of money.
Erbao's thinking has always been different from others.
Dabao looked around and saw a little girl holding a small boy in her arms.
The little boy was obviously unwell.
The little girl kept applying a dirty cloth soaked in water to the little boy's head.
"Grandpa Ke, go and save that little brother. He seems to be in great pain." Dabao pulled at Grandpa Ke's trouser leg.
Zeng Wuming supported half of his body on the sword. His head was dizzy and he wanted to lie down.
Mr. Ke shook his head and walked over.
Curly didn't want them to stay, but seeing the weathered face of Old Ke, he held back. They were all beggars in this dilapidated temple, so it would be nice if an old man could give them some advice and experience.
He could see the air of an old beggar in Mr. Ke.
As for the other few people.
Curly Hair was a little intimidated by Zhiyi and Zeng Wuming. He moved his lips, and finally said in a feigned ferocity, "You can only stay here temporarily."
"Thank you, Curly Brother." Erbao lay on the ground, raised his head and grinned.
The people nearby opened their mouths in disbelief. "How do you know he's Curly Brother? We haven't seen you before. We know everyone in this town and the nearby villages."
Dabao rolled his eyes. Why ask for such an obvious sign?
He walked over to stay beside Old Ke, watching him take the little boy and press him repeatedly. "Grandpa Ke."
Dabao leaned softly against Ke Lao's legs. He also felt uncomfortable. The place on his back where he had been whipped was burning with pain.
Mr. Ke felt very distressed.
When has the little guy ever suffered such a thing?
He and the old guys in Yunzhou City are irreconcilable. "Dabao, wait for grandpa to treat your injuries."
"Yeah." Dabao fell asleep on Mr. Ke's legs in a daze.
Mr. Ke knew the little boy would die if he didn't get help, so he tried to calm him down so he could survive. Zhi Yi, holding Er Bao, and Zeng Wuming came over.
Zeng Wuming didn't go forward, but just leaned against the corner and fell asleep.
He held the sword tightly in his hand.
After a while of busy work, Mr. Ke undressed Dabao and checked his injuries. Poor Dabao had several scars on his body, some of which were inflamed.
"Curly, take me to the nearby woods or the foot of the mountain to collect herbs."
Mr. Ke’s serious expression was still very scary. Curly was usually very fierce in fighting, but when he saw Mr. Ke’s expression, he didn’t dare to say anything.
"I still have dozens of coins here to take little Gigi to the doctor tomorrow." Curly took out a dirty cloth bag from the inner pocket of his clothes.
Mr. Ke knew they couldn't go to the clinic because someone would be waiting there. "Go collect the herbs yourself, and bring flint with you."
Zhiyi took out a flint from his bag and handed it to Mr. Ke. He had some silver in his bag, but he knew he couldn't go to the clinic right now.
Curly vaguely knew what had happened to them.
He turned around and called another little beggar, pointed at the statue of the Earth God in the dilapidated temple and said something. The little beggar glanced at Mr. Ke and the others and nodded seriously.
Curly and Mr. Ke went out.
After a while.
A little beggar, no more than six or seven years old, ran in from the doorway, shouting, "Curly, something bad has happened! A lot of people are coming with torches."
Zeng Wuming opened his eyes instantly, holding the sword tightly in his hand.
He stood up and walked to Zhiyi, who had already picked up Dabao.
The little beggar who had been talking to Curly earlier wiped his nose with his sleeve and said to Zhi:
"Come with me. There's a cellar here. Hide in it."
He walked to the statue of the Earth God and bowed to it several times. Then he pulled out a wooden board and told Zhiyi and the others to get off.
The entrance to the cave is very small.
If they weren't as thin as bean sprouts, their heads would definitely be stuck.
After a few people left, the little beggar put the wooden board back to the far side, and continued to stir some dust and straw on it, and then placed a little boy of two or three years old on the straw.
"Kitten, you just sleep here, okay?"
The kitten drowsily opened his eyes and agreed, then turned his head and fell asleep, drooling as he slept.
All the other little beggars were asleep as well.
In the silent night, only the fire made a slight sound in the night sky.
The door of the dilapidated temple was kicked open with a bang.
"Have you seen an old man bringing a half-dead man and two children here?" They didn't think Zeng Wuming could wake up, and the most likely person was the old fox Ke who woke up.
The little beggar thought about it and felt that this was not right.
I should have known not to let Dabao and the others hide.
"No. The whole town knows the people here." The little beggar waved his hands fearfully and pointed at the little beggars lying scattered in every corner.
Someone has searched everywhere for a while and found nothing.
"If you spot a stranger, tell us and there's a reward?"
A dark-faced boy in the corner said:
"What reward?"
The searcher slowly turned his head and stared at the dark-faced boy. "I'll give you more money than you can spend in your lifetime. Have you seen them somewhere before?"
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