Chapter 56 The evil deeds of the wicked are annoying

Twenty-three of the new book list, and there are still three left to qualify, brothers! Let Xiaoxian**!

Qin Shubao changed his clothes and was ready to go home, but Du An told him that he had something to do. Qin Shubao scolded and put on the city guard uniform again.

When Qin Shubao came back from the tour last night, he was too lazy to go home, so he dealt with it in the camp for one night. He wanted to go back and have a good rest, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly have an errand.

Follow Du An to stroll around the streets and see the stalls occupying the road and ask them to retreat, which makes Qin Shubao have a very familiar feeling, but one is a temporary worker and the other is the Royal Guard.

After rectifying the whole street, Qin Shubao exhaled and wanted to invite everyone to have a good cup of morning tea, Du An said, "Brothers, work hard, go back and patrol again."

"Hasn't it just been rectified? Why do you still want to patrol?" Qin Shubao asked puzzledly.

Du An touched his rosacea and spit on the ground. He was a little helpless and said angrily, "Will their group of guys listen to you?"

A little stunned, Qin Shubao came to his senses. The world was peaceful, but the people were too poor.

In order to maintain life, it is necessary to start to make a day's goods in three days. The cargo man carries the burden and dares not slow down early.

"What if they don't accept it?"

Du An looked at Qin Shubao with a strange look and said helplessly, "We have told them just now that if they don't accept it, we will smash their stall. If you give them face, they will also give us face! If you don't give us face, why should we give them face?

Qin Shubao was a little entangled. He walked with Du An and others. When he saw Du An and others come forward, he did not move.

"Mom, I asked you to close the stall, and you are still here to set it up for me. Are you listening to what I said?"

Du An roared fiercely at a man selling beans. The seller tightened his body and looked at Du An with a smile, saying that he was not right, saying the reason why he didn't leave.

"Mom, did you put the burden here for a bowl of three cents of bean flowers? I was ordered to come down to rectify. If the adults above come down for a private visit, how many penny do you have to compensate me? How many people in my family will go to your house? Do you belong to the families of these brothers?

"Grandpa, I'm leaving now! I'm leaving now!" The seller picked up a pole on his shoulder and wanted to leave.

A green cloth official boot stepped on the wooden barrel he picked and gently knocked on the wooden barrel with a simple knife. Du An sneered at the seller, "Do you want to go?"

The seller nodded like pounding garlic. Du An waved his hand to open the man and said viciously, "It's too late, guys smash it!"

"P"

"dong"

The white and tender bean curd brain flowed out of the broken wooden barrel and wet the cool streets. The blue and white pieces of porcelain bounced on Qin Shubao's legs. Qin Shubao silently closed his eyes and did not look at the poor man who had been smashed off his rice bowl.

The seller cried loudly, but no one sympathized with him, and no one dared to blame him.

This movement attracted other sellers. Seeing Du An and others coming towards them, they picked up the goods and fled in a hurry. They didn't even have time to collect the guests' money. However, the money in the hands of the guests is only a small amount compared with the goods on their shoulders. As long as the goods are not smashed off, it is not enough to hurt their muscles and bones.

Continuing to move forward with Du An and others, Qin Shubao always felt uneasy and turned his head to talk to Zhao Meng, but Zhao Meng said first, "Master, I'm going now."

Zhao Meng's return time was very short, and Qin Shubao was also relieved. Zhao Meng stared at Qin Shubao for a while and finally said what he wanted, "Third Master, you are so compassionate! This kind of person is not worthy of sympathy at all. They are just smashed off today, and they will be able to recover in a few days. But if the brothers' work is secretly reported by someone with intentions, more than one person has no food to eat.

"Hehe..." Qin Shubao reported with two wry smiles and said, "That's right! But if I don't let you pay, I will feel guilty! Maybe this is the so-called desolation of 'I don't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren dies because of me'!"

"They are human beings, and the brothers of urban defense are also human beings. They are all secular people who want money to support their families. No one is right or wrong, but they have different positions."

With a sigh, mixed with the breath of the lower society and the short compassionate people, Zhao Meng gave Qin Shubao an illusion of 'from the farmer's house with rain and dew.

The thought in his mind flashed by. Zhao Meng smiled at himself, looked at his handsome back and whispered, "If the third master has done a little hard work, I can also smile."

Suddenly heard a noise, Zhao Meng hurried to catch up.

A fat butcher with bare arms and oily trousers holding a sharp peeling knife was confronting Du An and others. This time, Qin Shubao obviously leaned forward. After Zhao Meng saw it, he was thrilled and quickly ran to Qin Shubao's side and was always ready to protect the Lord.

"My uncle is a hundred households in Liuying. Let's leave quickly, otherwise the sharp knife in my hand will be unrecognizable." The fat butcher's eyes were slanted and the corners of his mouth laughed, and he didn't pay attention to the eight or nine people defending the city.

Du An looked at the sharp knife in his hand and didn't dare to go too forward. He was afraid of the uncle in his mouth who didn't know whether it was true or false, so he put down his airs and said, "Since your uncle is a member of the army, you should also understand that we are not easy. Don't make it difficult for us to do it. Hurry up."

Duan's tone was not only not recognized by the fat butcher, but also increased his arrogance. He put his hands around his chest, and the tip of the sharp knife gently rubbed his cheek and said impatiently, "Wait a minute, when my meat is sold out, I will naturally put it away."

This person specializes in killing pigs and slaughtering sheep for people. Every time after receiving remuneration, he will get some benefits back. After a long time, he felt tasteless. He simply set up a small halogen shop and sold the pork belly, pig intestines, water and other things, which was also a small profit.

Du An's face immediately darkened when he saw the things hanging on the shelf. If it was a little meat, it would be okay for him to buy it, but the neat meat on the shelf was 20 to 30 catties. How could it be sold out in a short time?

"How much are these things per catty?"

"Do you want to buy it?" The fat butcher raised his eyebrows and asked Qin Shubao. After seeing him nod, the lion opened his mouth and said, "Ten words and one taels, always one catty of silver."

The beam system, one or two gold and ten taels of silver, and a thousand pieces of copper are consistent, always one or two.

"One or two per catty?"

The fat butcher nodded, obviously provocative and unwilling to calm people.

Hearing this price, the others in the city defense immediately quit and pointed to the butcher and scolded, "You are too black-hearted! All lean meat is only 70 yuan per catty, and your things that can't be put on the table are only one or two catty. You are crazy about money!"

"Damn, you are so black-hearted, be careful not to give birth to a son without an asshole."

The fat butcher ignored other people's abuse, but just raised his eyebrows slightly and asked Qin Shubao contemptuously, "Do you have a wallet?" If you don't have money, just wait for me to sell out."

When he was stabbed, Qin Shubao shook his head, squeezed his mouth tightly, and his eyes dared not look again.

Seeing Qin Shubao's poke, the fat butcher's chin raised higher, and the two nostrils full of nose hair became more and more obvious.

"Bang!"

The sudden sound made the butcher nervous, and his thoughts actually fell into his eyes. Looking at the dusty meat on the ground, the butcher's eyes were rapidly congested, and two white breaths spewed out of his nose. He raised his finger to Qin Shubao and shouted, "Kid, I'm going to unload your two arms."

Qin Shubao patted his hands gently and disliked the oil stains on his hands. Seeing the angry butcher, he said slowly, "Isn't your uncle Liuying hundreds of households? I may have an uncle who is the biggest head of Liu Ying, so don't want to ask your uncle to come to trouble me. As for these things, I don't think you can sell them, so I will kindly feed the dog for you, otherwise it would be a pity to be broken.

The tone is light but extremely vicious. Hearing the fat butcher's ears is like digging the ancestral graves of the ancestors! Every profession has rules. Before entering the industry, you have to swear to your ancestors to see whether they will be rewarded or not. When slaughtered, the most important thing is to be grateful to the killed livestock. It is precisely because of them that they have a mouthful of food.

Qin Shubao first smashed the people's and goods stalls, and then said rudely. The angry fat butcher roared, spewed out two nosebleeds, and stabbed with a sharp knife.

Originally, I thought that Liuying would suppress the fat butcher in the future and make him dare not do anything, but the result was very unexpected.

Qin Shubao retreated in a hurry. When other city defense saw that the fat butcher dared to commit murder on the street, they immediately took a step forward and waited for Qin Shubao to lean back, swinging a long gun and pointed at the tip of the gun forward. As long as the butcher did not stop, he would definitely become penetrating.

The fat butcher was attacked with anger but did not lose his mind. Seeing a row of long guns lined up in front of him, he hurriedly stopped, but his body was too fat and still moving forward with inertia.

Looking at the approaching gunhead, the fat butcher gritted his teeth and lay back, smashed a dust, slipped about two meters on the ground and then stopped.

The fat butcher just breathed a sigh of relief, but felt that the figure was heavy, and then his fists and feet fell like rain. He wanted to stab several people with a knife, but it was empty.

Not far from the second floor of the winery, a handsome man with a white shirt on a black background, a Confucian-crowned bamboo fan, and a handsome thing. Seeing the farce on the street, he snorted coldly in his nose and threw his hand downstairs.

Hearing that Qin Shubao's prodigal son turned around, Zhao Xinger rarely gave up, but she was a dander, cowardly, relying on her power to oppress people and bullying others.

A little heart fire, extinguish!