We kept tossing outside the temple until dawn.

After dawn, there were pedestrians on the road and peasant women who got up early to work. We couldn't get involved anymore, so we temporarily evacuated.

We decided to follow them and drive them farther north.

The beggars didn't sleep all night and didn't eat anything again. When they walked out, they were already shaking. The one who was supporting each other came to a village. The stupid husbands and wives in the village saw that the beggars came, so they gave them food.

My black beggar and I rushed up and shouted, "Don't give them anything, this group of beggars are so bad."

When the foolish husbands and fools saw us, they said angrily: "Why are you two so cruel and can't see others pitiful? What's wrong with giving them some food? We are willing to give them, what does it have to do with you?"

We left with regret and turned around and saw the beggars smiling behind their backs.

We stood in the south, and the beggars stood in the north. We drove the beggars to the north little by little, preventing them from getting close to Zhangjiakou.

The Beggars' Sect begging and heading north, but they don't have to beg. When the people on the road saw that they were ragged and covered in dirt, they took it for granted that they were pitiful and worthy of sympathy. So they gave them food, those who had no food, and those who had no food, and some gave them clothes that they didn't wear. The Beggars' Sect didn't need to do it themselves, but they could have enough food and clothing.

After driving for more than ten miles, we turned around and walked south, but the Beggars' Sect followed us again. The Beggars' Sect was like a dog skin plaster, and could not be shaken off no matter how hard it was.

The black beggar said sadly: "This won't work, you must think of a solution."

I frowned and said, "Oh, what can I do? These beggars are like stones in the pit, smelly and hard."

We passed by a Guandi Temple. The Guandi Temple enshrines Mr. Guan. There were two people standing on both sides of Mr. Guan. One was Zhou Cang holding a big knife for Mr. Guan, and the other was a civil servant holding a file for Mr. Guan. I don’t know what the civil servant’s name was.

There are various temples in the north, the most common ones are Guandi Temple and Land Temple. These temples are usually unattended. They are enshrined in Master Guan and the Land God. They are lit incense. If anyone goes in and sees that the incense is about to burn out, just pick up one from the side and add it. These temples do not allow you to buy tickets or donate money.

As soon as I saw Zhou Cang, I suddenly had an idea and said to the black beggar: "Pick Master Guan's big knife."

The black beggar walked into the Guandi Temple and held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword more than one person in his hand, looking majestic and extremely majestic. The black beggar was tall and powerful, and he held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand, as if he had descended to earth to the gods.

I held a pistol, and the black beggar held a Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand. We followed closely behind the beggar. When someone gave money or food to the beggar, we rushed over. The black beggar held a Qinglong Yanyue Sword. I raised the pistol, and the person who gave money and food to escape in a panic.

After they escaped far away, they shouted that we were crazy people. We heard it in our ears and were happy in our hearts.

After that, the beggars had no food to eat. They were hungry and staggering. We followed behind and talked loudly about the food. I said, "My favorite thing in my life is the biang noodles with oil and hot rice. Add water to flour, add salt and oil to knead into dough, cover it with a wet rag for an hour, then roll it into two fingers wide dough with a rolling pin, pinch the ends with both hands, pull and swing, and the dough becomes noodles that are longer and wider than the belt. Boil it in boiling water. Snap it into a bowl, put minced ginger, minced garlic, chili powder, and pour it with boiling oil. Just hear the sound of the slut, the aroma is everywhere, making people feel salivation."

I looked at it and saw a few beggars tilted their heads and listened to me. The Adam's apple was moving up and down, and he was really swallowing his saliva.

The black beggar said: "People in your place know that they eat noodles. They all come over and over again. Doesn't they taste the same after eating?"

I said, "You don't understand it now. The people there are the most research on noodles. The same flour can make a hundred kinds of patterns. Each one tastes the same, but they are all delicious. Listen to me to tell you these hundred kinds of noodles: oil splash noodles with fragrant shiver, spinach noodles are so nutritious, the belt noodles are so thick that it challenges the throat, the meat is really somersault with biangbiang noodles, the soup and water noodles are remember to wipe your mouth, Qishan noodles have a long history, the garlic is a bit spicy, be careful of your tongue, the fried noodles are so nutritious, but I can't eat them at all, let's take a walk..."

I secretly saw that all the saliva of the beggars was flowing down. They were dragging their saliva to the ground like old cows pulling up the cart.

We drove the Beggars' Sect to Chongli all the way.

At dusk, the Beggars' Sect moved into a car and horse shop. There were all shops in the car and horse shop, and twenty or thirty people could sleep in a house. The Beggars' Sect moved into the same house.

We were guarding the door and prevented the Beggars' Sect from coming out. The Beggars' Sect was so hungry that they wanted to go out to ask for something to eat, but when we saw the evil spirits, we quickly retreated.

To deal with ****, you need to have a method of ****; to deal with scoundrels, you need to use a method of scoundrels. ****, you are afraid of more **** people; to scoundrels, you are afraid of more scoundrels. **** and scoundrels are not reasonable. A gentleman who is reasonable like a leopard and a white beggar will never be able to fight a scoundrel.

The owner and the clerk of the Chema Store saw that one of us was holding a gun and a knife, guarding the door of the room, so he came over carefully and asked, "Two guests, why are this?"

I deliberately scolded me with anger: "If you don't have anything to do, go away."

The black beggar also deliberately shouted: "You dare to meddle in other people's business and smash your shop to pieces."

The boss and the guy were timid and quickly retreated.

We sat at the door of the room, and the beggars dared not come out. They were so hungry that they screamed, tossed and turned, and couldn't fall asleep. Later, I heard the old white-bearded beggar's old voice: "Don't scream, go to bed quickly, and you won't be hungry if you fall asleep."

When I heard that the Beggars' Sect was so hungry, the Black Beggar and I both covered our mouths and laughed secretly.

I quietly said to the black beggar, "You are here to watch me, I will come and get us something delicious."

The black beggar said: "It's better to get some meat and drink some wine. We have food and drink, and we will anger these grandchildren to death."

I ran out of the car and horse shop and wandered on the streets of the county town. It was late at night, and there were only scattered lights on the streets. As soon as I saw lights there, I quietly ran over to see the reality and reality. When I walked under the city wall, I saw a family close the gate, but the fragrance and light leaked out in the cracks of the door. I listened and heard two people talking. One said, "The more you cook the dog meat, the worse it becomes, the more fragrant it becomes. Let's go to bed first and eat it after dawn." The other said, "Then you have to cover the fire. It's dawn, the coal is burning, and the meat is rotten."

When I heard that there was dog meat, my saliva immediately surged.

Dog meat is the best thing, pigs eat, lamb eats grass, and dogs eat meat. Pork and lamb are so fragrant, so dog meat is even more fragrant. Eating dog meat and drinking soju is a fairy's day. Moreover, beggars all know that dog meat is delicious and they also love dog meat the most. They run around and see dogs without owners, and they beat them to death.

The two of them went to sleep. I quietly climbed up the wall, slipped into the kitchen, and uncovered the lid of the pot. The rich aroma of dog meat immediately came to my nose, making me saliva flow. I hooked out a piece of dog meat with a hook and tasted it. It was already cooked and full of saliva. Without saying a word, I pulled off two dog legs and turned around and saw a jar of soju on the chopping board. I held it in my arms without saying a word. It can be seen that the owner of the house is also a noble diner and knew that you must drink soju to eat dog meat.

Carrying two dog legs and soju, I excitedly came to the carriage shop. The black beggar came up with saliva and said, "I smelled the fragrance from afar, and the delicious food is coming."

We sat at the door of the room, each of us was holding a dog leg, biting a bite of dog meat, and drinking a sip of soju. This dog was probably a big dog weighing fifty or sixty kilograms, and the meat on the hind leg weighed two or three kilograms.

As we ate and drank, we were extremely proud, and there were rustling sounds in the room. The beggars were now suffering from pain and indignant pain.

I sang loudly: "Life is like ****."

The black beggar sang: "Let's drink a few cups of joy."

I continued to sing: "I realize that the world is great in wine."

The black beggar sang: "The sun and the moon are different in the pot."

I continued to sing: "I don't even think about my worries or depression."

The black beggar sang: "It's a good time to have wine and meat."

………

After eating dog meat, we drank enough soju, and then threw two dog bones into it through the window, and there were the sound of fighting and sucking sounds inside.

The sound of gongzi came from afar. The dry gongzi beat four times, and it was already four o'clock. The yawn sounded in the room, and the scammers were about to go to bed. A genius suddenly came to my mind: steal their clothes so that they would never bother us again.

My black beggar and I deliberately left with a loud pace. We walked under the bright moonlight, deliberately letting them see us gradually getting farther and farther away.

After walking a few hundred meters, we quietly returned. The black beggar hid in the corner of the wall and kept watch. I slipped into the kitchen and stole a box of matches. At that time, northerners called matches foreign fires and wiped them. In places without foreign fires, people still used fire tips. I introduced the fire tips before, which means drying mugwort and twisting them into thin ropes. The dark fire was always burning quietly like mosquito coils many years later. If you need to cook, blow a mouthful of fire tips and the flames will slowly appear.

Foreign fire is much more convenient than fire leads.

After stealing the matches from the kitchen, I quietly opened the window of the Beggars' Gang's accommodation room and slipped in. As soon as I jumped off the windowsill, I immediately smelled a strong smell, a very bad smell of sweat, foot odor and butt odor. The beggars took off their clothes, piled them at their feet, and got into the quilt naked. For two consecutive days, they were harassed by us and wanted to have a good sleep. Moreover, because the beggars often did not take a bath or change their clothes, the gaps were covered with lice, so they had to take off their clothes to have a comfortable sleep.

I threw the beggars' clothes out of the window, and the black beggar responded outside the window, and then I jumped out of the window and piled up these dirty ragged clothes that smelled smelly together to ignite. The red flames licked the broken and dirty beggars' clothes, and groups of lice as big as mung beans fled in panic among the flames. The crisp sounds of twitching sounds rang one after another, and the lice rolling round bodies were bursting.

The beggars slept very hard, and the bursting sounds of lice and the bright flames did not awaken them.

Finally, the clothes of the Beggars' Sect turned into ashes. We pissed angrily at the ashes that were still emitting yellow light, and then returned triumphantly in the shattered moonlight.
Chapter completed!