Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

Cui Hao's voice was as shrill as a cuckoo crying blood.

My heart tightened. Could it be that the basket was filled with gold and jade?

Oops!

I forgot to remind Cui Hao last night.

If he put the gold and jade items in the basket, he might be caught red-handed at any time!

Bang!

I pushed the gate open with all my might, gripped the iron bar tightly and rushed out.

I saw a circle of villagers watching the fun not far away.

Cui Hao was pinned to the ground with his arms tied behind his back by two strong men, his right hand tightly gripping the handle of the basket.

The wicker basket was covered with blue coarse cloth, so it was impossible to tell what was inside.

Meng Jianshe smiled contemptuously and stepped on Cui Hao's hand that was holding the basket.

The foot stepped hard on the back of his hand, causing Cui Hao to tremble all over in pain.

"Meng Jianshe, wet your ancestors!"

"I still have the energy to curse, but it seems the pain is not enough."

Meng Jianshe tried hard again.

Cui Hao screamed in pain when he was stepped on.

His facial features were distorted with pain, tears and snot came out, and the hand holding the basket involuntarily loosened.

"hehe."

"You still let go, so don't pretend to be so stubborn in front of me."

"It contains the antiques you dug up yesterday. Let me see what goodies you found."

Meng Jianshe had a playful expression on his face, like a cat playing with a mouse, and kicked the basket.

Clang.

The basket was kicked over and the blue coarse cloth fell out.

The black pottery jar inside rolled to the ground.

Soup and meat pieces flowed out from the broken mouth of the can.

The aroma of chicken soup spread everywhere.

The onlookers were sniffing the aroma of the chicken soup, with expressions of regret on their faces.

Supplies were scarce in those days.

The villagers treat chickens as treasures.

Especially the hens that can lay eggs are taken care of carefully and are exchanged for some money in exchange for laying eggs.

Unless someone in the family has given birth or is in confinement after childbirth, they will not be so cruel as to kill a chicken and make soup.

"What a shame for such a good pot of chicken soup."

"I saw Cui Hao killing a chicken early in the morning. He killed his most egg-laying hen."

"Old hen soup is very nutritious. What a waste of good things."

Cui Hao's eyes turned red as he heard the villagers talking.

He struggled with all his strength and managed to break free from the hands of the two strong men.

"This is the chicken soup I made for Shitou's grandfather to nourish his body!"

"Meng Jianshe, you have to compensate me for the chicken soup!"

Meng Jianshe was stunned.

This is completely different from what I expected.

The villagers' discussions became louder.

"I heard from the village doctor that Shitouwa's grandfather was so angry that he vomited blood yesterday. He won't live much longer."

"Shitouwa is so pitiful. He finally got into university, but being reported ruined his future and even his potential marriage."

"Haozi still has a conscience. He killed his own old hen to nourish Stone's grandfather. It's worthwhile that Stone protected him in the past."

"If you ask me, the Meng family is just too arrogant..."

"You dare to say that the Meng family is wrong? Do you want to be beaten? Shut up right now."

Although the villagers felt sorry for Cui Hao being bullied, no one dared to step forward to help him.

Even the mention of the Meng family makes people turn pale.

I couldn't suppress the anger in my heart.

That's chicken soup to nourish my grandfather!

That was Cui Hao's good intention!

It was just ruined by Meng Jianshe without any reason!

"Step aside!"

With my loud shout, the villagers who were talking among themselves fell silent in an instant.

The villagers who were blocking my way quickly made way for me.

When Cui Hao saw me, he felt like he had found his backbone. He ran back and cried.

"Brother Stone!"

"The chicken soup that was meant to nourish our grandfather was ruined by Meng Jianshe!"

My face became even colder, murderous intent flashed in my eyes, and I raised the iron bar and walked towards Meng Jianshe.

"Brother, Tieqian, you, you..."

When Cui Hao saw my look, he was so shocked that he became incoherent.

He knows me too well.

He knows that if I show a murderous look in a fight, I will grab someone and beat him to death.

That's the experience I gained from being bullied for many years.

If you want others to be afraid of you, you have to be ruthless enough.

Be more ruthless than everyone else!

The way to show ruthlessness is to catch someone and beat him to death, even if it means exchanging his life for yours!

In the past, I always used my fists, so I never killed anyone. At most, I would make the other person bleed from the mouth or nose.

But now, I hold in my hand an iron rod that is powerful enough to kill someone.

The surrounding villagers were even more shocked by my aura.

They all stepped back involuntarily, as if they were afraid that the blood would splash on them.

grunt.

The two strong men who had just held down Cui Hao were so frightened that they stood there frozen in place, swallowing hard. They wanted to step forward to stop me, but they didn't dare to move.

Meng Jianshe's face turned pale and his fingers trembled.

Once, when he mocked my father for dying outside, I pinned him to the ground and strangled him so hard that his face turned purple and he almost suffocated to death.

The shadow of that near-death experience still lingers in my mind.

"Shitou, Shitou, calm down!"

"The Cui Hao incident was all a misunderstanding. I thought his basket contained stolen goods dug up from the ground. I had no idea it was actually chicken soup for your grandfather's health!"

"Put the skewer down now! I'll give you chicken soup as compensation!"

"I'll double the pay! Two, no! Three old hens!"

"Shi Tou, don't come over here again, stop him now!!"

Meng Jianshe retreated and shouted like a helpless child, without any of the arrogance and domineering attitude he had just had.

The onlookers were also afraid that the matter would get out of hand, and many of them tried to persuade me.

"Stone kid, don't do anything stupid!"

"Think about your grandfather! If you kill Meng Jianshe, he will have to pay with his life. What will happen to your grandfather if he is left alone?"

Cui Hao came back to his senses after hearing the persuasion from others.

He rushed over and tightly grabbed my arm as I was about to swing the iron rod.

"Brother! Calm down!"

"It's not worth killing this guy. My master still needs your care!"

"Let him compensate me with three old hens so that I can replenish my body!"

"There's still a lot of work to do, calm down, Brother Shitou!"

Only when Meng Jianshe saw that I was stopped did he have time to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Yes, yes, I'll compensate you with three old hens! I'll catch some old hens for you right now!"

As he spoke, he turned around and tried to take the opportunity to escape when a majestic shout came at him.

"So many people gathered together, are they going to cause trouble?!"

Meng Jingwei strode over with a dozen members of the Meng family.

The onlookers immediately scattered like frightened birds.

Meng Jianshe's face was filled with ecstasy, and he shouted as if he had stumbled upon a savior: "Second Uncle, Shitouwa is trying to kill me with a pickaxe! Catch him quickly!"

Meng Jingwei's eagle-like sharp eyes swept over.

Just one look made Cui Hao tremble with fear.

"It's over!"

"Why is the cruel and ruthless Meng Lao Er here?"

"Brother Shitou, what should we do? Why don't we run away quickly?"

"The monk can run away, but the temple cannot. Our home is in the village." I said coldly.

At that moment, a bold idea suddenly came to my mind.

We must establish a stick in the village!

Ligun means being the boss.

If you don’t want to be bullied, you have to be the boss.

From now on, I will make the Meng family serve as my lackeys and act according to my wishes!

"Humph."

Meng Jingwei snorted coldly.

With a casual wave of his hand, more than a dozen members of the Meng family rushed over like wolves and tigers.

"Put down the pickaxe, or I'll be rude to you."

I smiled coldly and held the iron rod horizontally in front of me.

"Even if I die today, I will take three or five lives from your Meng family with me!"

"hiss!"

The sounds of people gasping for air from all around gathered together and became a loud sound.

The villagers who were watching the fun were all shocked.

The faces of the Meng family members were all ashen.

They had no doubt of my words and were too frightened to come forward.

"How dare you play with me like a fool!"

"When I was being ruthless and aggressive with others, you were still in the womb!"

"Hit my head and see if you dare to kill me!"

Meng Jingwei got angry and walked towards me with his right hand pointing at his forehead.

There was a hint of contempt in his provocative eyes.

He was betting that I wouldn't dare to do it.

"Don't hide if you have the guts."

I raised the iron rod high, ready to give Meng Jingwei a hard blow.

There was dead silence all around.

Everyone stared at the iron rod.

When I raised the iron rod above my head, the sunlight reflected off the tip and made it shine brightly.

Meng Jingwei's heart skipped a beat.

He wanted to act tough to intimidate me, but he didn't expect that I would really give it my all.

He wanted to retreat and avoid it, but he was afraid of damaging his reputation.

He wanted to talk about something else to divert my attention, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

When I used my arms to swing the iron bar and smash it down hard, Meng Jingwei closed his eyes tightly.

I thought to myself: It’s over!

"Stone kid, stop it."

As the voices were heard, Grandpa Tuo walked slowly towards them.

There was a big bump on his back like a turtle shell.

His shoulders were hunched forward, his body was hunched, his neck was stretched out and he walked forward with difficulty holding his head high, as if his back had been bent by the weight of life.

call!

The iron rod, with its strong wind, stopped just three centimeters above Meng Jingwei's head.

I looked at Camel Master with a puzzled look.

If someone else had said this, I would never have stopped.

But Tuo Ye is not an ordinary person.

I think he might have been a grave robber.

At least he is a half-expert who knows a lot about tomb robbing.

If one wants to explore the royal tomb that has only a one percent chance of existence, he will need Camel Master's help.

I asked puzzledly, "Master Tuo, are you going to speak up for the Meng family?"