Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

Today, Baldy lost the battle for territory and was stopped from leaving the town. He slept until the sun went down and felt so hungry that his heart was burning. Then he got up and went to the woods to catch some wild animals to fill his stomach.

"Hey, why is the territory in this town becoming so popular? I wonder where all these people come from." He just lit a bonfire and reached for a few lock sets in the woods.

However, he didn't expect that when he turned around, he saw two little kids staring at him blankly. He was immediately delighted, thinking that God was indeed kind to me and he had finally gotten what he wanted.

I lost everything a few days ago and can only live in a dilapidated temple. Today I found two lambs. If I sell them and give some money to the hall master, maybe I can move to a better place.

"Who are you?" Li Zheng shouted. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape those dirty hands.

"Who am I? I'm your uncle, hehe!"

He skillfully tied the two kids' hands behind their backs to prevent them from running around.

"Let me go! I'm the prince of Prince Yu's Mansion! If you don't let me go, I'll chop off your head." Li Zheng seemed to have finally realized the danger.

The bald-headed man narrowed his eyes, opened Li Zheng's mouth, looked at his teeth, and his expression changed. Then he sneered: "No matter who you are, if you fall into my hands, your legs will be broken and your mouth will be dumb, and you will still have to fight with dogs for food on the street."

In the firelight, only his white teeth were visible on his dark face, which frightened the two little guys so much that they trembled and no one dared to make a sound.

The bald-headed man picked up one in each hand and said, "Hey, little fat sheep, they are quite heavy, and will definitely sell for a good price."

He turned around and kicked the fire out, stopped catching field mice, hummed a little tune, and walked towards the dilapidated temple at the foot of the mountain.

"Old Qiantou, Old Qiantou, come and take a look at this stuff!" The bald man knocked on the wooden door lightly in a low voice, looking around vigilantly as he spoke.

After waiting for a while, the old, cracked wooden door in front of the temple creaked open, and the old man's hoarse voice came: "What are you arguing about so late at night?"

The bald-headed man laughed awkwardly, "You're so happy that you forgot about the two lambs you got!" Then he raised the two lambs in his hands and looked around, as if he was afraid of being seen.

The old man stared at it for a few times, and finally opened the door to let the man in. "Where are the sheep?" The old man said with a gloomy face and expressionless face. He seemed a little unhappy to be woken up in the middle of the night.

The bald-headed man touched his belly and smiled proudly: "I picked them up at the foot of the West Mountain. These two are fat sheep!"

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I just don't know if there is a dog behind." He knew the old man's rules and had to tell him everything. If he didn't explain his origins clearly, it would be bad to cause trouble.

"You knew there was a dog, but you still sent it to me." Old Qian frowned, turned around, blew out the fire stick, and lit the oil lamp by the window.

"It's already been caught. It won't be good to let it go." The bald man said nonchalantly.

"I'm all alone and I'm not afraid of anything. Just give me some money and I'll satisfy my desire." He had a smirk on his disheveled face and made a "2" sign with one hand.

To be clear, he's only in it for the money.

Li Zheng was immediately anxious. Were these people really not afraid of his father? "Let me go, and my father will give you money, as much as you want!" His voice was hoarse and filled with tears.

Under the candlelight, the old man looked at him with a cold look, and Li Zheng was almost scared to death. Woohoo! At this moment, he didn't realize that the more he said this, the more these brokers would "care" about him.

Old Qian pinched his mouth open, and regardless of Li Zheng's struggle, he stuck his fingers in to check.

After the incident, Li Zheng vomited a lot, and his mouth still had that disgusting salty taste.

"You are a lucky boy, you are a fat sheep." Old Qian wiped his saliva-stained hand on Li Zheng's collar, with a slightly satisfied expression on his face.

"Where's the other one?"

"I guess he's this kid's study partner," the bald-headed man didn't care at all. Cui Can hadn't said a word until now, so he thought he was a mute.

The old man took a closer look and said, "It's better if it's dumb. It's the best quality if it's dumb."

Finally, the bald man took the twenty taels of silver and went to the city happily.

The two little ones drank the rice porridge handed over by the old man with trepidation. Li Zheng burst into tears: "Wow, it's over. Are we going to be mute? I heard that they were poisoned and then sold. Wow!"

Cui Can didn't say anything. His stomach was already growling with hunger. He didn't care what was in the food and just ate it first.

After taking a sip of the rice soup, he found it had a slightly sweet taste. He was startled and looked at the old man with a strange expression.

After the two little ones fell asleep, Old Qian closed the door and walked to the backyard. His own dog, Da Huang, was pacing back and forth anxiously, panting and holding its tail between its legs, trying to break free from the chain around its neck.

Looking closely, the dog's eyes were red, and there were a lot of bones scattered around in and outside the den. Their shapes did not resemble animal bones, and there was a hair rope at the deepest part of the den.

"This dog is well-raised," the man said nonchalantly, kicking the bared dog's head away.

"I have done as you said," Old Qiantou no longer had the arrogance he wanted in front of Baldy.

"Please, sir, tell me any news about my son." He lay on the ground, wailing, while the big yellow dog he raised tilted its head and looked at its owner strangely.

Why did a big sheep come today? The big sheep is too fierce and not as delicious as the small sheep.

He smelled two lambs in the house, and his owner would cut off their hands and feet to feed him soon, so he wagged his tail at Lao Qian.

Xiang Jie sneered and turned the dagger in his hand a few times, "Your son? You have been in the Beggars' Sect for many years, and you have taught countless children. You have never looked for your son's whereabouts?"

"If I'm guessing correctly, you did this job to find your son, so why are you so happy now that you're doing well?"

Old Qian's body was trembling slightly as he bent over, his face looking grim. This was the pain he had been hiding in his heart. He didn't even feel the scratches on his palms from the stones on the ground.

He originally wanted to find his son, but he didn't expect to make money so quickly as a broker, and soon forgot his original intention.

After he made some money, he kept several mistresses, hoping one of them would give birth to his child. Unfortunately, after so many years, there was no news at all.

At this moment, when he heard Xiang Jie point out his thoughts, he realized that he had done so many evil things and it was only right that he could not find his son.

He had infiltrated the upper echelons of the Beggars' Sect and tried to find one through connections, but the gang was very secretive about these matters. Moreover, he was young and strong at the time, and after being persuaded by others, and with two or three girls hooking up with him, he was not obsessed with having an offspring, so he let it go.