Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

Bai Xiaoya curled her lips after hearing this and said casually:

"What's the point of throwing a stone to test the water? There's no real skill of killing people from a distance. You've been fooled at first sight. If you want to learn this, you might as well go and try it with Third Aunt."

The two old brothers looked at each other and smiled bitterly. They felt that the Fourth Girl was even worse than them. At least there were traces of her in the martial arts books, but the stories about her Third Aunt and Third Great Grandmother could only be attributed to mythology.

Bai Xiaoya's words made the Third Master laugh very happily. He put on a heroic look and laughed loudly and replied:

"We martial artists always trust the sword in our own hands and never place our hopes on others."

Bai Xiaoya nodded unconsciously, but Zhang Xingwang, who was familiar with her, knew that this woman was obviously just trying to please the two old brothers. She had probably acted this out too many times, so she looked extremely sincere and natural.

Bai Xiaoya checked the bow and arrow, which she had asked Third Master to make for her last time. It was said to be a very useful item, and Third Master had asked many people for help.

Bai Xiaoya tried it and felt very satisfied. After giving the two old brothers a flattering smile, she carried a bow and arrow and wandered around Pigeon City with a few younger brothers. The steward looked at her from behind, put away his servile smile, and nodded to the laughing Third Master. The two of them said in a serious manner that Bai Xiaoya was a good girl, brave and quick-witted. In summary, Zhang Xingwang had finally done something reliable.

The Third Master then walked away holding the pot. Veins bulged on his hand as he held the pot, and he walked very quickly, probably because he was worried that the copper pot would be lost. Speechless, Zhang Xingwang turned to ask the steward about the situation in the pigeon market.

I learned that the last batch of grain was sold out just last night. The main reason was that they didn't dare to sell it on a large scale. It's not that everyone can't afford it, but the supply is limited. They are afraid that if they can't buy it, they will complain and it will be very troublesome.

This time, the goods were shipped in batches late at night, requiring deposits to be made the night before and delivery the next day. In the second half of the night, a batch was released every once in a while. In order to hide the location of the warehouse, several men scattered around to trade. Although they were not reported and investigated, the workers' security still came twice.

Fortunately, everyone was prepared. When Gong'an came to check, many people did not escape. The team leader was stunned after a closer look. They were all old men and women. He couldn't understand how these people came to the pigeon market.

A walking stick is a must for everyone. There is not even a single black hair among the twenty or so people. Not to mention whether these people can run, even if they run, they dare not chase them.

The captain of the team took a long time to come back to his senses. Whether to catch them or not was a question. Seeing their trembling appearance, he estimated that he would have to shout and take them away, and several of them would have to be sent away on the spot.

Some old men and women were even more cunning. They insisted that they were lost. Their eyesight was poor to begin with, and after not seeing any meat for half a year, they were like blind at night.

Even as they were saying that they couldn't survive and their families were running out of food, they had lived enough. Some even said that it was just what happened in the past few days. The captain was in his forties, but he was speechless when they kept calling him "young comrade".

Then the road became deadlocked. One side didn't dare to move, and the other side simply couldn't stand. The captain was even more surrounded by a group of old men and women who were half buried in the dirt. Just looking at them made his scalp numb and his head buzzing.

It's impossible to arrest them. What should we do if we let the leaders know? A group of elderly people risking their lives to buy food? I guess if we arrest them, the station will have to arrange for them to donate food. If we don't arrest them... um... it's not impossible not to arrest them...

Actually, he didn't want to come. People are all made of flesh and blood, and this matter is somewhat in conflict with his conscience. The problem is that the news of the pigeon market selling pigeons at low prices has already reached the station. If he doesn't take action, the nature of the situation will change. He can't just sit back and watch others live. Everyone has a family to support. It doesn't make sense.

The captain then ordered these people to be sent home first, and planned to find the right time to deal with the manager and his men next time.

"And then? Wasn't the Third Master standing at the wall waiting for someone to come and search? It seems that the Third Master was well prepared!"

The steward chuckled, shook his head and replied casually:

"The Third Master is not that idle. It was so quiet. He was just about to go to the toilet and you just happened to come."

Zhang Xingwang rolled his eyes, calmed down the restless bullets in his space, and replied angrily:

"Don't talk about the Third Master. Just pretend I didn't ask and just talk about the market."

"That's nothing. A few old men fainted on the road that time. It was just a coincidence. It was said that they fainted from hunger. The captain and his superiors scolded him for more than an hour, but we don't know whether it's true or not.

Then we stopped here for a night. Anyway, no one knew that we were selling grain ourselves, and Gongan also knew that we were just setting up a shed to collect some money for cooling off.

So this matter also needs to be compared with Gongan. I asked my grandson to take people to the black market to sell them for one night, and the price doubled. Now Gongan checks the black market every night, but we have never checked here.

You don't know, the black market is even worse off, many of them have never seen meat before and can't even see the road clearly, running around like headless flies, and some even hit the wall and fainted. A large number of people were sent to the farm. Yesterday, only the captain came to take a walk and said he would be back. "

Hearing this, Zhang Xingwang exclaimed, "Wow, this captain has too many buffs stacked up on him, and he speaks harshly like Wolf. I guess he won't be any better next time."

Seeing Bai Xiaoya happily strolling around with no intention of stopping, she was carrying a bow and arrow and walking back and forth with her little brothers to show off. Her smiling teeth could be seen from a distance. The stall owners also gave face to the Third Master and called him "Hello, Fourth Girl" in a very formal manner, making it seem like they were playing house.

Zhang Xingwang took this opportunity to apologize, then ran out of the house, picked up a wild sheep and threw it into the yard. Wild sheep tasted much better than wild boar meat.

The manager was delighted at first, then his eyes twitched. He asked hesitantly whether to sell or eat. After getting the answer of no, he said earnestly:

"You're not planning to let the Third Master cook again, are you? After all, the Third Master's hands are used to chop people with a knife, and cooking is just a hobby. Although he has changed to a pipe now, it's not right to ask him to chop sheep with a knife every time. Last time, the Third Master's arms were sore for several days, and it was difficult for him to even untie his belt when going to the toilet."

"You need to exercise more when you are old. I think Third Master has just wasted his time. At worst, I can work harder in the future. Actually, I mainly use this place of yours. Otherwise, why would I bother with this effort? You two should be happy to meet someone as capable as me.

Anyway, I got the stuff, and was planning to sell you two some, but if Third Master doesn't want to, forget it."

The steward narrowed his eyes, grabbed the lamb leg, and replied seriously:

"It's a deal. You may not know that the stir-fried mutton with green onions and pork with hands made by Third Master are so authentic. They go perfectly with your tiger bone wine. If we eat a few of these, my old cold legs will hopefully be cured."