The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

The leader nodded, thinking that this was true.

So a group of people went back in a mighty procession to look for it.

When I went there, I happened to meet the people who were with them.

"How's it going? Do you have any news?"

The other party also shook his head, but told another piece of news.

"Yesterday when I went to meet my informant, I encountered a man looking around strangely across from the mill. I was checking his whereabouts."

When the mill was mentioned, both of them looked serious.

This place is where they have been hiding their secret base for many years, and the waiter is one of theirs.

The intricate web of relationships involved here is enough to show how muddy the waters at the border are.

"Who among ordinary people knows about that place? He's secretly looking at it. Maybe he has seen it..."

"Shut up!"

We're on the street, what are you talking about?

The person who almost let the cat out of the bag turned pale and stepped back.

"In that case, we'll go first, you guys take your time looking."

After saying that, the team left.

The group of people left behind all looked unhappy.

It was clear that they had important information. As long as they confirmed that the man was suspicious, they could catch the damn little general by catching him.

Then the credit this time belongs to them.

Even though they are in the same group, when it comes to credit, each of them has their own little thoughts.

"Sir, are we still going?"

The leader glanced at him and loosened his belt.

"Go. Why not?"

The others were somewhat unhappy about this, but they were just subordinates and could only obey orders.

"But, but..." If the person they just talked about has a problem, wouldn't their trip be a waste of time?

It’s better to find someone first and ask for information.

"That person has been poisoned by us and has no power to fight back. Just send two people to find him."

He pointed at two people and asked them to go find it. "As for the others, follow me. We will follow the third brother and then we can catch the mantis catching the cicada while the oriole is behind."

……

In the auditorium, Mr. Fang, who was leaning on a cane, was carrying a lunch box back to his room.

Someone greeted him on the road and he responded with a smile.

"Hey, Mr. Fang, you're just eating now."

"Yes, there have been a lot of things going on these days, so I only received my meals now."

Mr. Fang stopped, his back had become a little hunched.

"You are a very particular person, unlike us who just sit on the roadside and eat."

"No, no, I'm not in good health and eat slowly. I'll finish my morning work and then go back to eat slowly so as not to waste everyone's time."

"Oh, you've finished transcribing. I'm going to go change my clothes now. I have to go quickly, so I'll be leaving first."

Old Fang smiled and watched the man walk away and into his small room.

He slowly put the food out of the lunch box. The food here was much better. There were two steamed buns, a bowl of rice, and a small dish of meat. It didn't look like much, just four or five pieces.

There was a crude teapot in the room, which they had found in the empty houses when they came to Mu City. It contained water that had cooled in the morning.

After pouring a glass of water and putting it aside, he started to pick up his chopsticks and eat slowly.

The steamed buns are yellow and black in color, made from coarse buckwheat flour mixed with wheat flour. They are much more delicious than ordinary buckwheat buns.

However, foreign objects often appear in this kind of steamed bun. Old Fang's mouth was moving, and the door was wide open, so he could see outside.

It's the peak period now, and not many people are still here.

This is where they stay temporarily to rest, and where they work is next door, and their voices can be faintly heard.

While drinking water, he spat out the contents of his mouth into the teacup.

There was no water in the teacup, so he put it down and pretended nothing had happened.

After finishing his meal, he put the food away and took it outside to the well to wash it later.

He brought these bowls from home. It's not that he is particular, but the government does not provide bowls and chopsticks, so he has to bring all the bowls, chopsticks and bedding for food and accommodation.

Old Master Fang is no longer the official who used to go out in a sedan chair carried by eight people. Now he has to carry even his bowl with him, otherwise he will have nothing to eat if he loses it.

After dinner, go to the toilet to deal with the "big" things in life.

When he saw the contents of the note, Mr. Fang's drooping eyelids opened up.

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

The sound outside came from far away and gradually got closer. Old Man Fang pricked up his ears and began to listen. The sound seemed familiar.

Fang Youming trotted in. This was his second time here. The last time he came here with his grandfather to report.

Old Master Fang recognized that it was the voice of his grandson. Regardless of his worries, he quickly tore up the note and threw it into the yellow and white thing along with the toilet paper.

He has always done this. Who would have the time to look inside? He has never been discovered over the years.

"What are you yelling about? I'm here."

Old Master Fang came out and saw Fang Youming. Although Youming looked normal, he could still see a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

"Little boy, you're so anxious, is there something wrong at home?"

Mr. Fang said, motioning him with a look.

Fang Youming took out the paper bag from his arms and said, "Grandfather, I bought some dried meat and brought you some."

"Youming is filial..."

The two of them sat inside, talking and chatting about family matters, but keeping an eye on the outside.

"Grandfather, I was so scared when I came here just now. I encountered a vicious dog and bumped into a street vendor. The vicious dog behind me smelled the scent and came after me. I was chased for several blocks. Luckily I was able to shake it off. I don't know if I will encounter it again when I go back."

There was something else behind Fang Youming's words, and Old Master Fang could hear it.

He was being targeted, and the target had bad intentions.

"Be careful. The city officials have been very strict lately. All the stray dogs will be driven out. Tell your family to be careful too and don't let stray dogs into the house."

There are many stray dogs in Mushi City. They are the ones that their owners did not take with them when they ran away, and now they are wandering around the city.

Some of them were so hungry that they started chasing and biting people.

"Don't worry about the family matters. Aunt Six lives with Mother, and I'll be keeping an eye on his room at all times."

As Fang Youming spoke, he opened the paper package and pushed it in front of his grandfather.

"I heard there's a place in the east of the city that makes good dried meat, so I made a special trip there to buy some. Captain Zhao has always taken good care of me, so I gave this to him as a gift. I divided the rest into two parts, one for my family, and these are for you."

Mr. Fang took a look and put the things away.

"I just had a meal, so I'm not hungry now."