I shook my head at the beggars and sang, and after the singing, I smiled and waited for the beggars to scold them. But the beggars were dumbfounded and looked at each other. They couldn't remember what I was singing just now.

The old beggar was so embarrassed that he was scolding the beggars. The beggars were ashamed and all lowered their heads. When I saw them like this, I laughed loudly and expressed my joy. It seemed that knowledge was still very important.

Suddenly, I saw a black beggar flashing out from the beggar crowd. As soon as he made a move, he stuck the old beggar's neck. Suddenly, the beggars were so scared that they all retreated back.

As soon as we saw the black beggar succeed, we immediately ran over. When the beggars saw us running, they were so scared that they shivered and wanted to run away. They were worried that they would be punished by the white-bearded old beggar in the future. If they didn't run away, they were worried that they would be beaten by us.

I ran to a beggar and raised his arms. He was so scared that he knelt on the ground. When the other beggars saw it, they also knelt on the ground. My palm fell on the beggar's face, and made a crisp sound against his dirty face. After slapping him, I found that the palm of my hand was not right. When I saw it, it was covered with dirt and snot on his face.

I cursed hatefully, "Your mother is so dirty." I applied all the dirt and snot in my palm on his clothes.

The old white-bearded beggar also knelt down, and he begged pitifully: "My man, it's not my business. It was the last stop that we did this."

The black beggar asked: "Who was the last stop?"

The old beggar from white beard said: "The previous stop was the leader of Chongli. He asked us to follow you and couldn't let you eat and sleep well."

The black beggar raised his fist as big as a garlic bowl and gestured at the white-bearded beggar: "Are you the fucking listened to us or the Chongli Gang leader?"

The old white-bearded beggar kowtowed quickly, and his forehead hit the ground, making a rumbling sound. After kowtow, he said, "Of course I'm listening to you, Grandpa."

The black beggar said, "Listen to Grandpa, let's take you dead dogs and you get out of here, don't let Grandpa see you again."

The old white-bearded beggar said, "Of course, of course. If I were following you, I would be the most brutal breeder."

The black beggar let go and kicked the white-bearded old beggar. He said, "Get out."

The white-bearded old beggar was like a defeated rooster, and followed by those crooked and sloppy goods.

We walked forward happily, thinking that there was nothing to do after that. Unexpectedly, after walking two or three miles, I accidentally turned around and saw those **** again.

We stopped, and they stopped. We looked at them, and they looked at us.

I shouted to the white-bearded old beggar, "You are so shameless. You just swear, but you turned around and forgot."

The old beggar from the white beard beat him up to the sky and said, "This is the moment, and that is the moment, won't he be fooled by the soldiers?"

We looked at each other, laughing and crying. Such a despicable guy actually told us about the art of war. The leopard said: "Forget it, don't provoke them anymore. Fortunately, it's very close to Zhangjiakou."

Bai Beggar said: "The closer we are to Zhangjiakou, the more we should get rid of them and not bring trouble to the Camelke's escort agency. Whoever gets into this group of **** will be in trouble for eight lifetimes."

Leopard asked, "What should I do?"

Bai Beggar said, "Oh, I have no choice."

That night, we lived in an inn outside Zhangjiakou. The beggars lived in a temple several hundred meters away from the inn. They were harassed by the Beggars' Sect for several consecutive days. Everyone couldn't eat well and sleep well, so they decided to rest in the inn for two days first, find a way to get rid of the Beggars' Sect, and then go to the city to see the camel tourists in the escort agency.

The white beggar and the leopard were in the same room, and the black beggar and I were in the same room. I originally thought that like the previous few days, these bad guys would harass us in the second half of the night, so we decided to seize the first half of the night and take a good rest. Unexpectedly, the Beggars' Gang changed the time to the first half of the night this time. They burned paper in front of the inn, and they cried and sang, making us unable to fall asleep.

The black beggar tore the quilt open, took out a handful of cotton from it, balled into a ball, blocking his ears and sleeping. However, as soon as he turned around, the ball rolled down. He had no choice but to cover his head with the quilt to sleep.

I shook the black beggar, and the black beggar lifted the quilt from his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

I said, "Go out with me."

The black beggar said, "If I don't go, I'm going to sleep, I'm so sleepy."

I said, "Let's go and take revenge and do all the Beggars' Gangs."

The black beggar got up from the bed with a shout, and he asked happily: "What should I do?"

I said, "Just go with me."

The black beggar pointed to the next door and asked, "Do you want to tell them?"

I said, "They are both honest people. If they tell them, they will definitely not let us go. The Beggars' Gang is a hooligan to us, and we have no choice in front of ****. Do you know why?"

The black beggar asked, "Why?"

I said, "The Beggars' Sect is unreasonable, and we always want to reason with them, so we can never fight them. However, they are hooligans, and if we are even more powerful than them, then they are the ones who beg for mercy."

The black beggar shook his head and said, "I don't understand."

I said: "For a gentleman, you must use the method of a gentleman to convince him; for a villain, you must use the method of a villain to surrender. This is called prescription of the right medicine."

The black beggar smiled and said, "Yes, yes."

I said, "Okay, let's go out now."

After leaving the inn and walking west three or four miles, there is a big village. There is a village office in the middle of the village. The public property of the village is housed in the village, including the gong and drum guys. People in northern Hebei have the custom of playing the fire during festivals, and playing the fire in the community cannot be separated from the gong and drum guys.

There was an iron lock hanging on the door of the village office. This would not hurt me. I tinkered with it for a while, then opened the door lock, then took a pair of cymbals and a gong inside, and locked the door.

There is also a restaurant at the entrance of the village, and wine flags floated at the entrance. I walked past the door and smelled the strong aroma of wine. I couldn't help but stop. I climbed up the window and heard that there was no sound inside. Then I flipped in, stole a jar of wine, and touched a whole roast chicken.

Now, there are some fun, some food, and some drinks, we are so happy that we decide to spend a meaningful night of fulfilling and joy.

We walked to the temple gate where the Beggars' Gang was staying, and saw that the temple door was closed, and there were snoring sounds coming from inside. The Beggars' Gang, who was crying hard in the middle of the night, was sleeping soundly at this time.

We sat on the stone drum next to the temple gate, one side. I beat the bad gong and sang loudly: "Don't sleep with the bad guy inside. I am your real father. Dad will give you wine and meat. Open the door quickly and my baby."

The black beggar listened to me with a smile and finished singing, and then sang: "We came to Zhangjiakou, and my baby was following me. Do you want to ask which one I am? I am your ancestor."

After the black beggar finished singing, he asked proudly: "How is I singing?"

I shouted loudly, "You take advantage of me, I am his father, how can you say you are his ancestor?"

The black beggar laughed and said, "I've made a mistake, okay, I'll punish myself for three cups." The black beggar picked up the jar of wine and drank three big sips.

I listened and heard a rustling sound from inside. The beggars probably got up and secretly crawled in the window to look at us.

My black beggar and I knew that the Beggars' Sect was watching us, so we deliberately stimulated them. We first clinked glasses and drank, and then sang them question and answer. Every time we sang a sentence, we would sing a gong or a cymbal, with a tortuous and melodious singing voice, and the sound was deafening.

I sang, "There are people who are called slags, and they are all dog skin plasters. They will get dipped when they see each other, and the more they are exposed, the more they get dipped, the more they get. They have touched their father these two days, making their father very irritable." Then they beat the gong.

The black beggar deliberately asked: "There is such a bad guy in the world? Where is this kind of bad guy?" Then he hit the cymbals.

I sang, "It's far away from the sky and is close to me, and I'm hiding in the temple. Dad, I came to the temple gate, and the turtle turtle dared not meet."

The black beggar asked deliberately again: "If they don't come out, what can you do?"

I continued to sing loudly, "Dad, I have a gun in my hand, and I have a knife on my waist. I wait for me to get drunk, kick open the door and run inside. I picked up one and shot and broke my legs and feet. All the ones on the left were dug out, and all the ones on the right were reimbursed."

The black beggar said: "Your method is not easy to use, it's too troublesome. I just saw a bucket of vegetable oil in the house in front of me. I simply set a fire to burn the temple and burn all the dogs to black ash. What do you think of me?"

I beat the gong and shouted loudly: "Brother, this method is very wonderful. Let's go and take the vegetable oil."

We walked dozens of meters, hid around the corner of a short wall, and watched the movements on the other side of the temple.

The temple door opened hesitantly, stretched out his heads, and saw that there was no movement outside, he sneaked out. After walking a few meters, he turned around and waved to the temple. The beggars in the temple rushed out like a group of mice, ready to leave.

I suddenly flashed out from behind the broken wall and shouted loudly: "I have a gun, whoever dares to run away, I will break whose leg."

The beggars panicked and rushed back to the temple and closed the temple gate.

My black beggar and I looked at each other and laughed. We are cats, and these beggars who harass us are a group of mice.

We sat at the temple gate again, eating and drinking, deliberately smacking our mouths. There were rustling sounds coming from the temple. The bad guys were frightened and had long lost their sleepiness.

We had enough food and drink, and burped, the black beggar learned from me to sing, and he sang: "The bad guy inside is shameless, and his previous life is evil and fulfilled in the future. Your mother has no dignity for giving birth to you, and your wife has no baby."

After the black beggar finished singing, he asked me with a smile: "My dear brother, what do I think about this part of me?"

I shook my head and said, "No, no."

The black beggar asked, "Where's the bad?"

I said, "These sluts don't have wives. Who would marry their daughter to them? Without wives, where are there dolls?"

The black beggar said: "What my brother says is reasonable, then I sing another song - your mother has no dignity for giving birth to you, your sister and your sister have no ****."

I said, "That's right. His sister and his sister can't get married, and they can't get married anymore. Their families are all bachelors, male bachelors and female bachelors. At night, you see I'm a bachelor, and I see you are a bachelor. His mother is a bachelor. She's the one who gets the right match to get married. I can't help laughing.

The black beggar laughed loudly too.
Chapter completed!