"Ding Youli? The guy who beat the horse captain in Dingjia Village?" The clerk frowned. "He left long ago and was released early this morning."
After saying this, he no longer looked at the two of them, flicked his sleeves, and walked away with his hands behind his back.
"No, there's no fork in the road. If he's released, he'll definitely run home. I didn't run into him along the way." Ding Youwang said with his neck stiff when he saw the clerk leave.
"He mentioned his name and surname, how can we not agree to it..." Before Ding Pingshun finished speaking, Captain He and several yamen runners came out.
"What do you do?" asked Captain He.
"Sir, we are here to wait for Ding Youli, from Dingjia Village, Constable Ma, the one in charge of Constable Ma." Ding Pingshun bowed and said with a smile.
"He left early in the morning!" A yamen runner waved his hand and said in an extremely impatient tone.
"They're gone. We released them early this morning." Captain He became a little more polite when he saw that they were from Dingjia Village.
After Captain He and the others left, Ding Youwang stamped his foot and cursed, "That damned Lao Wu! He should have been released long ago, why didn't he go home and die? He made me wait here for death, starving to death. You bastard, I'll give him a kick in the guts!"
"If you're hungry, come with me. There's a shop selling pancakes up ahead. They're three cents each. I'll treat you to one. Have a bite first and then go back." Ding Pingshun picked up the load and said with a dignified manner.
It was nice to be treated to pancakes. Ding Youwang followed for a few steps and then asked, "Aren't you going home? There aren't many dishes left."
"Hey, the fourth brother and his wife bought a house in town. I have to go cook for the kids at noon. After they eat, I'll take a break and then sell the leftovers in the afternoon."
The fourth brother actually bought a house in town? Ding Youwang didn't know what to feel. He regretted coming here with Ding Pingshun. Damn it, this bastard was showing off in front of him.
In the end, he was reluctant to give up the cake in his mouth, so despite being scolded, he continued to follow him.
"Hey, why are there so many grain-transporting trucks? Where are they transporting the grain?" Ding Pingshun stopped and looked at the line of grain-transporting trucks.
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