To the south of Gunzhou, there is a small town called Shijiazhuang.

It connects Sishui to the east and connects to the canal near the west, which is equivalent to a small node in the north-south transportation aorta, and it is a unique geographical advantage.

Merchants from south to north gather, both a transit station and a commercial market.

Therefore, from an unknown small village, it gradually developed into a small town.

Before the fall of the Ming Dynasty, the residents had reached more than 6,000 households and 30,000 to 40,000 people.

But at present, the Qing army blocked the water and land roads along the canal, and the prosperity of the past was no longer the crowded and bustling scene.

There were no people on the crowded streets in the past.

In a grocery store along the street, the little brother yawned and waved his palm-leaf fan boredly, driving the mosquitoes that did not exist.

Near the evening, a young man with a sad face and ragged clothes suddenly appeared on the street.

A stranger!

These three words did not attract the attention of the waiter in the shop not long ago, but these three words are equivalent to death talismans, like terminal illness and plague.

As the young man staggered and approached, the shops along the street all closed.

The grocery store waiter's lazy expression suddenly became terrifying. He jumped up suddenly, grabbed a door panel from the door, and was about to insert it into the door panel slot on the threshold.

At this time, the young man who had approached almost fell slowly towards the waiter in a posture of "not accepting the wall, just support you".

This posture is very strange. The man stretched his right hand forward, obviously his feet couldn't keep up with the movements, and then his whole body slowly tilted and fell down.

The waiter wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't bear to see the person fall. During this hesitation, the young man hugged the waiter with an unstoppable "momentum".

The waiter was so anxious that he had stuck something bad. He hurriedly pushed out with his hands. When he pushed, the young man fell softly to the ground like mud, obviously fainting.

The waiter stared blankly. He didn't know how to do it. Because the boss had no business, he didn't come to the store for several days, so he entrusted the shop to him alone to take care of it. Now, he wanted to discuss it with someone, and no one could speak.

The waiter hesitated for a long time, finally stomped his feet, rushed to the door, looked left and right, and then hurriedly put the door panel on the store.

....

Night gradually descends.

In the warehouse in the backyard of the grocery store, the young man fainted and woke up after a few mouthfuls of porridge was taken from the waiter.

It’s strange that people in this era can wake up if they faint and drink a few mouthfuls of porridge. The effectiveness of this porridge is like a magic pill, just like boiled water in later generations, and can cure everything.

Seeing the young man wake up, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Are you awake?"

The young man blinked and nodded slightly.

The waiter finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was fine if the person was fine. It seemed that he was not sick, but he was really hungry.

I felt relieved and talked too much. No wonder, in the past ten days, I had even owed a chat article, and the waiter wanted to catch a mouse and chat for half a day.

"You said, don't you know that the Tartars sealed the way?" The waiter said, "Fortunately, I met me. Otherwise, if you fall down on this street, you will soon be sent to the official and take you away like a chicken... Do you know where to carry you?"

The young man's eyes gradually became bright, and he slowly shook his head.

The waiter looked mysterious but terrifying. He used a knife in his right hand and slashed it so hard on his left palm, "Behead his head!"

The young man's lips squirmed a few times and slowly said, "I don't even try it?"

"Ha..." The shopkeeper raised his head and said with an air, "It's still necessary to be tried? It's been more than ten days, and a big hole was dug at the foot of Baishou Mountain not far from the street. It was full of strangers like you... Are you afraid?"

The young man was stunned for a while and gently spit out a word, "I'm afraid."

The shop assistant put a little harder, "Oh... that's right. Speaking of which, I saved your life."

"Thank you brothers... I will be rewarded when I am here."

"You're welcome, you're welcome..." The waiter smiled, but then he "sn't a pussy".

"Look at your appearance, you are not someone who can reward me well... I said, if you wake up, don't stay in my store anymore, and leave quickly, so as not to implicate me... You don't know that there are two hundred Tartar soldiers in this city, which are so fierce... Tsk tsk, if anyone dares to take in a foreigner and refuses to report it, they will beheaded together."

The young man swallowed and nodded slightly, "Little brother said, I can't implicate innocent people... I'll leave now."

But as soon as he stood up, the young man's body shook. If the waiter hadn't been able to help him up, he would have fallen again.

The young man took a few breaths and struggled to get up again.

The waiter finally couldn't bear it anymore. He hesitated and said, "Forget it, you may not be able to walk out of the street and you will be dissatisfied. Then you will be taken to beheaded... It's dark, otherwise you can stay until dawn, just treat me as kind-hearted and save people to the end."

The young man was a little moved, and he nodded heavily and said, "Thank you for your kindness in taking in me, how dare you ask for your brother's name?"

The waiter smiled and looked a little embarrassed, saying, "I have grown up so old, and I heard someone ask this for the first time... My surname is Sun, my name is Dayong, my nickname is... Gouzi."

"Brother Sun, if I don't die, I will thank you very much!" the young man solemnly promised.

The waiter laughed and nodded, "Just remember... By the way, I can only leave tonight. I must leave at dawn, otherwise you will have to implicate me and lose my life."

"Okay." The young man nodded, closed his eyes, and said these words, his strength obviously could not keep up.

The waiter hesitated for a moment and said, "You wait, there is still some porridge in the pot, I'll serve it for you."

....

The young man who drank another bowl of porridge finally had the strength.

The waiter was obviously not an understanding person. He was so curious that he was more important than the curious cat.

"What's your name?"

The young man's face turned dark, "My surname is Qian, and my name is Yi."

"Where are people?"

"A native of Yin County, southern Zhejiang."

"Oh...isn't that the Yixingchao place?"

"yes."

"Tsk tsk" The waiter slapped twice and looked at the young man in horror, "It turns out that you are really a spy... You know that you are from Yin County, and I dare not save you even if I beat me to death."

As he said that, his feet involuntarily took two steps back, as if he was about to run out at any time.

Qian Yi smiled bitterly and said, "Now you know, why not give me the Tartars so how many rewards will be given?"

The waiter licked his lips, and his appearance really made him feel this way. He slowly wriggled out for two steps, turned around and put his hand on the door latch, but hesitated for a long time and finally did not open the door latch.

He hesitated for a while, turned around suddenly, glared at Qian Yi and said, "Although I, Sun Dayong, is not capable, I still know what loyalty is, just like a storyteller said... What is the name of a hero... Yes, Guan Gong!"
Chapter completed!