roccoschili Chapter 111 Late Night Revenge
Chapter 111 Late Night Revenge
"That's right! Uncle Qi, don't take it to heart. If Heiwa hadn't reminded us just now, we would have forgotten about it." Hou Yangmin and several young elders also spoke up to comfort the old man.
There are two elders in the village, one of whom, Master Wu, was tortured by bandits last time and is in poor health.
Now we all ride in the carriage. When we are on a journey and can’t walk anymore, our children and grandchildren carry us on their backs. Now the only one who is relatively well is the Seventh Master.
The Seventh Master used to be the accountant of the village. He also served as a student for a few days in the late Qing Dynasty. He was very knowledgeable and well-informed.
The poor farmers have always respected scholars. If the old man was almost sixty years old and didn't want to be the clan leader, Hou Yangmin would not have been the clan leader.
Therefore, the old man is now the mainstay of the clan that holds the several tribes together. If it weren't for the two old men, the several tribes in the village would have fallen apart long ago.
Old child, old child, under the flattery of a group of tribesmen, the old man gradually put on a smiling face and his expression was no longer decadent.
Cars are fast. Even though they were being pulled by a horse-drawn carriage, they still arrived in Weinan County before dark, which was far beyond the agreed destination, Hua County.
Of course, the main reason for running such a distance of 40 kilometers is money.
Originally, the National Army car stopped after arriving in Hua County at around 4:00 p.m. and prepared to return, but after Hou Yangmin presented more than 1,000 French francs, the platoon leader's attitude suddenly changed.
Moreover, Hou Xiaoge asked his uncle to tell the platoon leader that when they arrived in Weinan County, they would treat the soldiers to roujiamo. Now the soldiers were all smiling.
When they arrived in Weinan County, Hou Yangmin treated the soldiers to a rest after they got off the bus. Hou Xiaoge and several clan elders hurried to the city to buy steamed buns.
"Boss, how much is Roujiamo?" Hou Xiaoge, his cousin, and Brother Da Niu went to a store and shouted directly.
"A roujiamo is six dollars in French francs, and I can give it to you cheaper, 1.9 cents." The boss saw several people rushing in excitedly and knew that they were prospective buyers, so he made the offer.
"Uncle boss, can I get a discount if I buy more?" Hou Xiaoge bargained.
"How many do you want?"
"Seventy?"
"real or fake?"
"Snapped!"
"It must be true. How can I fool you?" Hou Xiaoge slammed a stack of French francs on the table.
"It's hard to calculate a discount. Can I give you two more?" The boss said after thinking for a while.
"Uncle, the three of us are here to help run errands. If you give us three, it will be easier for us to share. And I only want the lean ones for my steamed buns, not the fat ones." Hou Xiaoge said with a smile.
"Okay, we'll do it." The boss looked at the people with surprised expressions and nodded in agreement.
Half an hour later, three large bags of roujiamo were packed. Hou Xiaoge and the other two took a roujiamo each and walked out of the store happily while eating.
"Brother, Brother Danniu, don't tell anyone when we go back that we ate roujiamo!" said Hou Xiaoge while walking on the road.
"Heiwa, I'm afraid this is not a good idea," said the eldest cousin Hou Huanying with an embarrassed look on his face.
The big guy on the other side was older and thick-skinned. He just smiled and said nothing.
"What's the big deal? One steamed bun costs six yuan, and we sold seventy of them for four hundred and twenty yuan. It's not much more, so these buns are free.
Besides, the emperor doesn't lack hungry soldiers!" Hou Xiaoge was speechless when he saw his eldest cousin's honest look.
"Okay! My father asked me to go out and listen to you. I'll do whatever you say." Hou Huanying was no longer hesitant.
"That's more like it. How about the roujiamo?"
"fragrant!"
"Ha ha!"
After everyone returned to the outside of the city gate, the roujiamo bought by several elders also arrived.
There were seventy soldiers and coachmen in total. Each person was given two roujiamo (Chinese steamed buns with meat filling), which were distributed soon after.
Most of these soldiers are in their teens or twenties. Judging from their accents, some of them are from Sichuan, and some are from Yunnan and Guizhou.
They were all very thin. This was not the kind of strong thinness that soldiers in later generations had, but rather skinny thinness. It seemed that even in the Central Army, the food was not good!
These young kids may not have eaten meat for a long time. They took the roujiamo and started to wolf it down. They finished a roujiamo in just three or four bites.
In less than three minutes, both roujiamo were eaten. After eating, everyone touched their mouths with their hands and then licked the oil off their hands with their tongues.
After eating, everyone showed happy smiles and joked with each other in dialect, saying that if they could eat such roujiamo every day, they would be willing to carry explosives tomorrow.
Thanks to the Internet, Hou Xiaoge can barely understand the dialects of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan.
When I heard the young soldiers say that they were willing to carry explosives for a piece of roujiamo, my eyes suddenly became red.
As people from later generations, how can we not know what it meant to carry a bomb in this era? It was like seeking death!
Hou Xiaoge suddenly felt that these soldiers were really great, and he would definitely do something for their families after settling them down.
It was getting dark, and the soldiers did not go back. They slept in the carriages at night.
On the other hand, the Nanjiagou team sent people into the city to purchase food and second-hand bedding.
There are pawnshops everywhere these days. Some people who can't make ends meet will sell their belongings, so second-hand furniture and bedding are easy to sell and relatively cheap.
After all, they are refugees! Save as much as possible.
At this time, the collective strength was demonstrated. There was a total of 60 oceans and several hundred gold coupons in the village public account, so there was money.
Therefore, each household was subsidized with 100 French francs to purchase household items and food. Hou Xiaoge's family was counted as one of the three households, so they naturally received a compensation of 300.
The bedding in Hou Xiaoge's house was carried by her mother, but she was too thin and weak, so she threw the quilt down at that time.
The quilt was at my uncle's house, and it was carried by my eldest and second cousins. Although they were young and strong, they didn't understand.
My aunt's family also lost their bedding, but the ancestral iron pot was preserved.
In order to save the iron pot, the aunt threw away all the other things, even her little daughter Lanlan, to be carried by nieces Hou Xiazhu and Hou Chunhua.
After entering the city, Hou Xiaoge and his family spent all of their 100-yuan French francs at a pawnshop called He's. They bought a quilt and a set of clothes and shoes for their sister and brother.
Of course, these are second-hand, and you can’t buy new ones for three dollars.
After buying clothes, Hou Xiaoge took fifty French francs and bought some cornmeal and sweet potatoes from the grain store as food for the family for the next few days.
After running around all day, everyone cooked in the evening. Each of us bought a sesame seed bun for 1.8 French francs in the city and drank some water to fill our stomachs.
It was late at night, and when everyone was asleep, Hou Xiaoge quietly left the camp. He was going to do what he did last time tonight, to avenge the bandits and bring peace to the common people.
Of course, it is also to make a little money. After all, these are ill-gotten gains, and I feel at ease after earning them.
After running a few hundred meters out of the official road, Hou Xiaoge released the horse that he had been training for a long time from the space.
After being fed by the space spiritual spring and nurtured by Ling'er for this period of time, the little black horse is no longer the original draft horse. It has a resounding name, Black Panther.
The Black Panther is over 1.7 meters tall, with a sturdy body and muscles all over its body. It not only has explosive power and endurance, but its spirituality has long surpassed that of ordinary horses. The Arabian horse is nothing compared to it.
"Black Panther, let's go!" Hou Xiaoge jumped onto the horse and swung the whip in the air with a crackling sound, issuing an order.