Chapter 47 Catching Thieves

Turn a few corners and come to a lively street.

Yangzhou is also a commercial city. In addition to salt, ceramics are also very popular, and snacks are also famous.

This is a commercial street. The houses on both sides are built facing the street, and the doors are open. At this time, it is noon, and the street is relatively lively.

Restaurant, teahouse, pawnshop, porcelain shop, one by one, you can't see the end.

There are also stalls, cloth, silk and wonton stalls on both sides, blocking the streets.

"Sugar-coated haws, crispy sugar-coated haws, two cents..." A young man carried a haystack, which was full of sugar-coated haws and sold along the street.

The crowd is even more bustling, the old aunt in ordinary coarse clothes, the young and beautiful girl with long skirts, and the idle rich young master, followed by a few pug-like slaves...

"Wow, I like it so much. It's a hundred times more prosperous than us!" Shi Xin said.

Zhang Yang shook his head. He didn't like shopping or crowds. He was wondering if it was time to change the street!

"Catch the thief! Catch the thief, he stole my purse!" A crisp and anxious voice shouted.

The crowd in front of him suddenly panicked and scattered, showing a big road in the middle.

A middle-aged man with a thief's eyes is running forward desperately, holding a money bag in his left hand and a bright dagger in his right hand.

There should be a lot of money in the purse, bumping up and down in the thief's hand, making a pleasant impact sound.

" Get out of the way, get out of the way." The thief shouted as he ran.

Some people in the crowd wanted to stop it, but when they saw the guy in the thief's hand, they also avoided it knowingly.

Don't chase the poor. The dog bites people when he is in a hurry. It's a sharp dagger. It's not fun to be stabbed.

Behind the thief is a white-faced scholar with a bun on his head. As he runs, his long hair hanging under the bun shakes back and forth. He wears an ordinary robe and has to carry the corners of his clothes with his hands when running, otherwise he will trip over.

In this way, he naturally chased farther and farther. While chasing, he shouted, "Catch the thief, catch the thief."

In the downtown, the scene of the scholar chasing the thief is so thrilling.

The scorching sun shone on the earth, and the thief's knife waving his right hand flashed in the sun.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but have a nameless fire in his heart: he really humiliated the thief's industry. He wanted to steal things and was found out. This is called poor learning. If you want to run, you have to put things down for others. This is called having rules. The most important thing is that you run and run. What do you want with a dagger? If you want to compare, go back and compare with the person who chases you. Take a broken knife and shake it around, but it makes me shine with a white light in front of me, and I can't see anything clearly!

"Brother, should we also avoid it?" Shi Xin asked.

"Why?"

"Because he ran to us."

"Who?"

"Thief!"

"If you don't run, I'll hide first."

Just now, I couldn't see anything clearly. After a few seconds, my eyes became clear again, and I saw a man rushing in front of me.

Before Zhang Yang could react, he heard the person who came and said, "Get out of the way!"

Damn it, do you think this road is yours? You're not a traffic policeman. Why do you care where I stand?

Zhang Yang couldn't help but be more angry. Looking at the thief getting closer and closer in front of him, his face became more and more ferocious. What a disgusting scum!

The thief saw that someone dared to block the way, and he was just an ordinary passer-by, not a government official. Why did you stop me? Don't be nosy!

The thief was also afraid of evil. His feet did not slow down, but the dagger in his hand was waved fiercely.

Damn thief, how dare you attack me? Zhang Yang was completely angry.

Zhang Yang stared at the dagger in the thief's hand and was absorbed. He looked at the dagger in the thief's hand, crossed an arc and stabbed his chest.

"Brother!" Shi Xin exclaimed and immediately rushed up from the side.

Just as the dagger was first inserted into Zhang Yang's chest, Zhang Yang finally began to fight back.

He leaned to the right, deftly dodged the stabbing dagger, put his hands on the ground, raised his left foot flexibly, and hit the other party's legs.

Just now, the thief followed the habitual surname to wave the dagger and did not slow down. He didn't have time to close down. The figure in front of him shook, and the dagger was empty. Then, there was a sharp pain from **.

"Ah..." He let out a heartbreaking cry, lost his balance, couldn't hold his body, fell heavily on the ground, and threw the dagger aside. The money bag clammed and opened its mouth. A few taels of broken silver inside rolled aside.

Shi Xin had rushed over and saw that the eldest brother was unharmed. Instead, the thief fell to the ground and kicked a few times without hesitation.

"You mother, dare to sneak up on my eldest brother and fight!"

"Brother, why are you so good at it?" Shi Xin couldn't believe his eyes. In a blink of an eye, the fierce thief was subdued by one move, and he had no power to fight back.

Zhang Yang looked at the thief on the ground. His kick just now was a little heavy. I don't know if it will affect the thief's lifelong surname. However, you can't blame yourself for being ruthless. If you hadn't reacted quickly just now, you would have hung up here.

Why are you so good at it? They are all damn instructors!

Although he has had a certain ideological preparation since he learned that he was admitted to the Army Command College. Since it is a military academy, military training must be indispensable, and it is much stricter than ordinary local colleges and universities, but he didn't expect that the hateful instructor actually used everyone as a special forces training, which was Duan Sheng. It's not as good as the years of death. I'm trained like a demon every day, such as fighting with my own. That's what I need to fight with the instructor. Every time, I will be beaten by the instructor and can't get up. That instructor is a sadist. Three months of intensive training every year, that's the darkest time, four years! He is trained for three months every year, that is, a playboy, who is trained to be a sandbag with first-class fighting ability.

However, Zhang Yang doesn't like to fight by himself. Obviously, a small bullet can solve the problem. Why do he have to rely on this kind of brute force? However, just now, my two times were still a little fluttering, which gave me a sense of hero's unrestrained feeling without regret.

"Thank you for your righteous action. I don't know what to call it?" A crisp and bright voice came from his ear, which gave Zhang Yang an illusion that it was not like a man's voice, but a female voice deliberately pressed the bass.

He withdrew his eyes from the thief on the ground, looked up and saw a white-faced scholar standing in front of him.

This man is slender and looks a little thin. He is wearing a silk robe, with a conspicuous jade pendant hanging on his waist, holding a carved folding fan in his hand, which is arching Zhang Yang.

"You're welcome. This kind of thief is a street mouse. Everyone shouts to fight." Zhang Yang said.

The crowd has gathered around.

"This thief is so hateful that he has a dagger."

"Last time I lost my purse, it was a thief."

"This kind of person should be beaten!"

"That's right, hit him!"

Everyone seemed to become brave at this moment and greeted the thief.

"Ah, ah." The thief put his head in his hands, protected the vital parts, crawled on the ground, and endured everyone's "hospitality."

(The second update is delivered, hehe, the more heroines, the more beautiful they are.)