Lord Prime Minister

Mu Zihuai hid behind the wall, he had long since lost the courage he had when he was wiping the words just now, and felt that the wall beside him was kicked, and his heart trembled accordingly.

Swallowing, and hearing the sound of the Gang brothers leaving, he wiped the sweat off his head and looked back at the two children.

"Thank you."

The people who rescued Mu Zihuai were those two kids who stole steamed buns back then. When they were desperate and desperate, they dragged me in.

Two skinny children stood in front of Mu Zihuai, their yellow and small faces made their eyes big and black, looking at him pitifully.

"We're settled." The taller child stared at a pair of big black and white eyes with no expression on his face.

Mu Zihuai blinked, and the child blocked what he wanted to say in his stomach.The blurred faces of the two people made him feel a little uncomfortable, and his eyes moved to the building behind them.

This is a beautiful house. They were standing in the backyard of the house, and the leaves of the sycamore tree had fallen to the ground, covering the ground with a thick layer.

Two skinny and dirty children were out of place with the building behind them.

"Where are you...?" Mu Zihuai looked at the two children with rounded eyes, "That's not okay, are you here to steal something?"

The last three words were almost in the throat, but they were still heard by the two brothers.

"No. We are not thieves." The younger brother who looked like a thin monkey shouted, and the shrill voice of a child sounded.

Mu Zihuai looked at the two mud monkey-like children, obviously not believing what he said. "Then what are you doing here? Don't tell me, this is your home."

"Here is me..."

"This is not our home. I just came in to help you when I saw you being chased. We won't owe you any more in the future." Before the younger brother could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the older brother, explaining in a stern manner, and then Repeatedly, the two do not owe each other.

Mu Zihuai rolled his eyes to the sky, he was so strict at a young age, and he didn't even have a wife when he grew up.

"I heard it, I heard it. Since this is not your home, you should leave here quickly, so as not to be discovered."

Opening the door and looking outside, the Gang brothers had already left, and Mu Zihuai tiptoed out.

After walking a few steps, he found that the two brothers were not following him, so he couldn't help turning back.

"You two, still don't want to leave? Come out quickly, if the owner of the house finds out, you will be miserable." Mu Zihuai lowered his voice, holding the door and said to the two brothers whose feet were stuck on the ground inside.

Seeing that they were admiring the maple leaves, Mu Zihuai couldn't figure out what the two little beggars were thinking.

The two brothers were stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, they held hands and went out the door.

"Hey, you two children, where are your parents?" Dirty like this, it's like crawling out of a quagmire.

Mu Zihuai raised his hand to pull the messy hair, but suddenly found that his hand was the same color as theirs, and it was not much better at all, so he silently retracted it.

The elder brother pursed his lips and did not speak.Pulling his younger brother to walk beside Mu Zihuai.

"By the way, my name is Mu Zihuai, what's your name?"

"Long Xiu."

"My name is Long Lei." The younger brother whispered while hiding in Long Xiu's arm.

"Hey, that's a good name. I said, I'm almost home, you guys should go back to your own home too."

Mu Zihuai looked back at the two children. They were wrapped in a piece of rags that they did not know where to find. Several bowl-sized holes were layered on top of each other. No matter how many layers were laid, the skin was still exposed.

Long Xiu, who was taller, wore even fewer clothes. Mu Zihuai couldn't help shivering after staring at him for a while.

Putting his hands in his bosom, he took out four copper coins and reluctantly handed them to his brother.

"Here are these for you. Don't steal anything in the future. Really... I have nothing to eat, so come to the hut at the end of Dongsan Hutong to find me."

Long Xiu took the copper coins and handed back two more without saying a word.

Mu Zihuai was not polite either, since he didn't accept it, he took it back and put it back in his arms.

The Dongsan Hutong where Mu Zihuai now lives is the most dilapidated street in the capital, with dilapidated thatched huts on both sides, and the people who live there are also hooligans, not to mention beggars and thieves. The human race is mixed with fish and dragons, and it is a place that even the government dare not touch.

Mu Zihuai bought two steamed buns on the road, and stayed on the road for a while, avoiding the Gang brothers, and only dared to return to Old Man Yan's thatched hut when it was completely dark.

Today, for some reason, it was already dark, but the old man Yan didn't light a fire, and he couldn't see his fingers in the dark thatched hut.

Mu Zihuai walked a few steps in disgrace, tripped over something and almost fell to the ground.

He found the torch and started a fire, and looked at the light, his hands trembled in fright, the torch dropped, the only light source in the room disappeared, and darkness returned.

Mu Zihuai stood there in shock, his dark eyes shining brightly in the darkness. The darkness did not calm his turbulent heart. Instead, it was like the calm before the storm. A little spark would start a prairie fire.

Fumbling on the ground frantically for the dropped fire folder, he encountered a dry and cold object in the dark, which felt cold to the touch, but Mu Zihuai quickly retracted his hand as if he had been scalded.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the ground and just caught the fire fold.

Blow.

ignition.

The Huozhezi slowly lit up, and the light diffused in the darkness.

The "something" on the ground gradually revealed a human-shaped outline, a thin body wrapped in black linen, stiff limbs like bamboo poles, and a face that was too black to see the color clearly.

"Old man smoke, old man smoke, what's wrong with you? What's going on?"

Although the corner of my heart had the worst guess just now, when I actually saw it, it still had a certain impact on Mu Zihuai.He wanted to hug the smoked old man on the ground, but the temperature he touched made his hands tremble again.

He put his fingers under his nose and probed, but he had already lost his breath.

When I went out, I was obviously fine, and I agreed to eat steamed buns at night, how could it be...

The slippery touch between his fingers suddenly caught his attention. Mu Zihuai stretched out his eyes and rubbed it, and a faint smell of blood came into his nose.

is blood.

Lifting off the old man's clothes, he immediately revealed a piece of mottled, dry skin covered with scars, and the blood that hadn't completely coagulated told Mu Zihuai that these injuries were caused not long ago.

Old man Yan was beaten to death!

When Mu Zihuai came to this conclusion, he couldn't believe it. The old man Yan had never had any grievances with anyone. In the past 60 years, apart from being poor, he lived a peaceful life. How could he be beaten to death!

I also...

In the darkness, Mu Zihuai clenched his fists tightly. Could it be that the Gang brothers failed to find him, and even bullied Old Man Yan, beating him to death?

If this is the case, then brother is simply not as good as a beast!

If they are really them, then I will never let them go!

Early the next morning, Mu Zihuai took out the money he had saved during this period, went to the coffin shop and bought a cheap coffin, and hired two beggars with four copper coins to carry the old man out of the thatched cottage.

There is only such a large space in the back and forth of this alley, so it is not surprising that a person died.It was cold and cold, and one beggar died every few days, and those who were found by the enemies for revenge and fought for territory. In the Dongsan Hutong in the capital, new corpses appeared almost every day.

Everyone usually pretended not to see it. Occasionally, someone with good intentions would wrap the corpse in a broken straw mat and throw it on the mountain outside the city.But like old man Yan, it is the first time that someone buys a coffin for funeral after death.

As soon as the news spread, several circles of people surrounded the dilapidated thatched cottage.

Mu Zihuai asked the hired beggar to put the old man Yan into the coffin, and put a stick of incense on the white flour steamed buns he bought. Looking left and right, many people had already arrived, and they knelt down on the ground with a plop, crying.

"It's my fault. If I hadn't been thinking about going out to find money, I wouldn't have let you die miserably in this dilapidated temple. It's just that I didn't pay attention. When I came back, I just looked at your old corpse. Got the money So what, the kid still doesn't know who did it. Don't worry, if there is any news, even if all my money is gone, I will help you find out who did it."

As he spoke, he shook out a few copper coins from his cuffs and grabbed them in his hand.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find out who did it, and you can enjoy happiness in heaven. Please bless me to get the news as soon as possible."

Wiping his tears and standing up from the ground, Mu Zihuai put a few copper coins into his bosom, and when he pulled out his hand, he accidentally brought out a dozen copper coins, which fell to the ground with a crash, and the copper coins collided with each other, making a nice crisp sound.

Mu Zihuai knelt down and picked them up one by one, blew them clean, and put them back in his arms.

Seeing that Mu Zihuai was carrying so much money, the rogue beggars onlookers suddenly became malicious and wanted to snatch the money back, but they didn't dare to attack because there were too many people present.

But after thinking about it, Mu Zihuai said just now that if he provided information about the tragic death of the old man Yan, he would give money.The size of this street is so big, and any big and small things can be spread from the end of the alley to the end of the alley within a day. Besides, when those people started their actions, it was a clear sky and broad daylight. Not a few people saw it, and everyone present knew about it process of things happening.

If you say it, you can also share some copper coins.