Then, they began to talk about other topics in slanderous words, sometimes talking about women and sometimes talking about their past theft.

Below, we will write about these thieves' conversations. For the sake of reading convenience, I will first briefly introduce the common thieves of thieves. The thieves in different places are different. Here we will only introduce the thieves in the north.

The top bag is called the skylight, the top bag is called the platform, and the pants pocket is called the authentic one.

The leader is called Piao Bazi, the disciple is called Zhuansun, and the appointment with his accomplices is called Huamao.

I was about to steal and called Ha Feng, but I was about to steal and called Wan Feng, but I was about to steal and called to be trapped. I was found to steal and called to be airtight.

The rich are called Hengzi, the poor are called Shuimazi, the foreign students are called Johnson and Johnson, the locals are called Yuanshengtou, the ones who wear clothes are called Rouzi, and the ones who wear bad clothes are called Rouzi.

I want to steal while my accomplices collided and steal, and I’m asking my accomplices to help cover them, but I’m called a short wall to escape, and I want to pass on the stolen things to the other party. I’m called a two immortal preaching, and I want my accomplices to block my view, but I’m called a stubborn person.

The famous thief called Wan, the famous thief called Wan Nian. The real name of Li Ting Wan was called Li Ting Wan, and the thief changed his name and surname was called Jie Wan.

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After dawn, the two thieves left. I saw one of them tall and the other short. The tall man's face was covered with indigo. It was not a birthmark, but a man-made dye.

The thief is most worried that his appearance characteristics will be remembered. This tall thief had a piece of indigo on his face. It was probably when he was stealing, he was caught and made many blood holes on his face, and then poured the dye on the dye, and it turned into this.

These thieves are like lame wolves, all very vicious.

We walked north, and snowflakes floated in the sky. At first, the snowflakes appeared and disappeared, and then they became fluttering, and the world was white. There was silence around, and only the rustling sound of snowflakes falling on the tent.

There is no village in front of us, no shop behind us, and there is no pedestrian along the way. It seems that only our lonely carriage is walking alone in the snow. The old man said, "Hurry up." The coachman swung his whip, and a crisp sound rang out loud, and the horse's pace accelerated.

Sitting in the carriage, I asked Xiaoqi: "Where is the snake?"

Xiaoqi said: "In my arms."

Xiaoqi took off the cotton coat and I saw the little snake curled up like a ball, pressing tightly against Xiaoqi's shirt, using Xiaoqi's body to warm her body.

I asked Xiaoqi: "The book says that snakes will hibernate in winter. How could your little snake not hibernate?"

Xiaoqi said: "The book says nonsense, my snake never hibernates. I believe there are many snakes that do not hibernate in winter."

I remembered the scene of studying in a private school before. It turned out that the books were sometimes written in a nonsense.

There was no sun, the sun was hidden behind the clouds. We thought that in the afternoon, everyone was hungry. The old man said, "Try harder and climb over the mountain in front. There was a village on the other side of the mountain. Sitting on the hot kang, eating cut noodles with knifes, and seeing what day it was!" Everyone laughed, jumped out of the carriage, followed the carriage, and climbed up the hillside.

After climbing to the top of the slope, there was another downhill road. The coachman tightened the brakes and the carriage made a harsh sound. We pulled the rope tied to the rear of the carriage from behind, and the carriage slowly slipped down.

When I arrived at the hillside, I suddenly saw a carriage falling from the gutter on the side of the road. The costumes on the carriage were scattered all over the ground, red, green and green, like a bay of green blood. There were several men and women standing beside the carriage, holding hands, stomping their feet, and jumping around on the ground like springs. The two women were really beautiful, with melon-shaped faces, water snake waists, and wearing cotton pants could not cover the **** in their bones.

When they saw our carriage, they all surrounded us. The old man asked, "What?"

They said, "The carriage overturned, help me get it up."

The old man asked, "What are you doing?"

They said, "We are singing the sings of the bangzi in the villages and alleys."

Bangzi is a local opera in Shanxi. It was called Bangzi in the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, and later called Jin Opera. People who sing sticks also traveled to the world, and belonged to one of the eight major gates of the world.

The old man asked the coachman to pull our horse out of the shaft and stitch it with their horses, and then tied our rope to the carriage. We pulled one rope, and they pulled another rope, shouted, and the horse and the man tried their best, and the car slowly returned to the road.

They thanked each other and picked up the props and clothes that fell into the gutter. The old man asked, "Where are you going?"

One of them, who looks like a leader, said, "Go to the Chang family compound."

I was shocked and looked at them a few more times. I saw the two women wearing charm, unlike normal women. Those men were also sneaky and dared not contact our eyes.

The old man asked: "Sing an opera for the Chang family courtyard?"

The leader said, "Yes."

The old man was ignorant and said, "We are the same, let's go together?"

The leader said: "Okay."

Two carriages were on the road, our carriage was in front and their carriage was behind. I sat at the end of our carriage, and my ears caught any sounds over them. I always felt that their origin was a little strange.

It should be two days away from the Chang family compound here. The circus was sent by Tiger Claw to inform him deliberately. How did they get the news that Mr. Chang was going to celebrate his birthday with great fanfare?

I heard someone there whisperingly ask in Jianghu silence: "Is Lao Hai ahead?"

Another voice said: "It's Cailizi."

The voice in front asked, "Can you bring a label?"

The latter voice said: "Not like."

A voice in front asked: "What are they doing when they go to the shoulder pole?"

The latter voice said: "I'll be disobedient."

I looked forward and saw that the people in the car did not respond. They did not understand what was in the car behind. The two people behind were talking about us in front. The first one asked if we were from the world, and the second one said we were just acrobatics; the first one asked if we looked like martial arts people, and the second one said we didn’t look like us; the first one asked us what we were doing in Chang’s courtyard, and the second one said we just wanted to ask Mr. Chang for some money.

There are probably another gang of thieves in the car behind.

What's wrong with the Chang family compound? Why did it alarm so many thieves?

To find out what they are, I asked deliberately: "Where are you from, guys?"

Their coachman said, "Previously."

It is remote in northwest Shanxi, hundreds of miles away from here, and it is obviously a special trip to the Chang family compound.

I asked: "Have you been to the Chang Family Courtyard?"

The coachman said: "I have been there, and Mr. Chang has specially sent someone to invite us."

The coachman was obviously lying. The distance between Pianguan and Datong is far away and blocked by mountain roads. Bangzi opera is very popular in Shanxi. There are several opera troupes in each county, and some villages even have opera troupes. From Pianguan to Chang'an Courtyard, there are not hundreds of opera troupes along the way, and there are dozens of opera troupes. Old Master Chang ran so far to invite them?

It seems that this group of people also came for the jewelry from the Chang family courtyard.

Now, there are at least four teams of people who are heading for Mr. Chang: us, the indigo face, the opera troupe, and the Beijing-Tianjin Gang that has not yet appeared. These four teams will definitely disrupt the Chang's courtyard.

Two days later, we arrived at the Chang Family Courtyard. The Chang Family Courtyard was built on the mountain in Changsheng Village outside Datong. It was magnificent. The courtyard wall was indeed as high as four or five meters high, winding up along the slope. Standing at the entrance of the Chang Family Courtyard, you can see the blue brick and tile houses in the courtyard, one layer after another, like fish scales, climbing up the steps. The courtyard gate was a vermilion-red wooden door, which was more than one meter high, and the city wall was about four or five meters thick, all made of bricks. On the city wall, there were servants carrying fast-tracking robbers patrolling.

There is a couplet in front of the gate. The first couplet says "Five lakes and seas, the world's wealth and property enter our door"; the second couplet says "The rich businessman, the world's wealthy families lose their color."

I have been in the world for many years and think I have seen more rich people, but I have not seen anyone's mansion that can be built so brilliantly. The couplet at the entrance of the Chang family's courtyard is truly worthy of its name. What does this family do? Can it accumulate so much wealth? His son has been a high-ranking official in the capital, so what do the rest of his sons do?

Mr. Chang’s birthday is three days later, so we cannot enter the courtyard. On both sides of the red-lacquered gate are two rows of brick and tile houses, with earthen kangs on the plates, where we and the opera troupe live.

At midnight, I suddenly heard a few gunshots. I didn't care. I thought it was the servant who was shooting. After dawn, I heard that someone had a rope hook in his hand and threw it up to the corner of the city last night, trying to climb the city wall, but was shot dead by the servant.

The body was thrown outside the yard gate and waited for someone to claim it. The rope was thrown next to it. The rope was very long and was wrapped in a circle. The rope was tied to the iron anchor that was poked.

Snap was once a profession in the countryside. When someone's bucket fell into the water cellar, he would ask for a fishing person. Snap people pulled an iron anchor and a thin rope and came to the door. In the past, the buckets were all wooden barrels, which were surrounded by long and narrow wooden plates, and three iron rings were fixed in the upper, middle and lower sides. Then, the bottom of the bucket and the barrel system were added, and a wooden barrel was made. Now there is a new term called "wooden barrel theory", which was derived from this kind of wooden barrel.

The scoops tied the iron anchor to one end of the string and put it into the water cellar. The water cellar was pitch black, but the scoops turned the rope, and with the subtle feeling of the iron anchor colliding with the wooden barrel, it was able to hook the wooden barrel and jump up. Now, the scoops have disappeared in the countryside.

Iron anchor is a unique tool for stabbing people. Is this dead thief stabbing people in front of him?

Next to the dead body, I saw the indigo face. This time, there were people around him, two thin young men. The three of them looked at the corpses on the ground, and their faces were filled with pity. Perhaps, they were in the same group. They were just afraid to claim the claim, and if they claimed it, they would be exposed.

This gang is not good at making a move. Before the battle has occurred, he will first lose a general. However, he cannot blame others. Such a high city wall and such a tight defense. Even I know that he cannot climb. But this slaughter person is going to take this risk, so his death cannot be blamed for others.
Chapter completed!