Chapter 169 Fox False Tiger Prestige Relies on Cultivators
Entering the house, you will see the living room. There are dozens of tables, chairs and tools piled up in a mess by the wall.
When the old man saw them, he pointed to these things and said, "This is the table from the Wang family, this is the iron pot belt from the Li family, and this high-legged wooden carved stool is from the Aqing family..."
Zheng Qiu understood the meaning of the old man's words, the things in the living room were the trophies that Sleepy Tiger scavenged from every house.
Looking around the hall, there are three iron doors. He opened the door on the far right first, and found many large iron barrels inside.
Open the lid of the barrel one by one to check, there are two-thirds full of things, half of which is water, and the other half is rations.
The old man followed behind and explained: "This is the food and clean water that Sleepy Tiger asked us to honor. I heard that the two practitioners' accomplices also have a share."
Zheng Qiu nodded and went back to the living room, and pushed open the second iron gate. Behind the iron gate was a courtyard with a square of three feet.
In the yard, the prepared dung cakes were piled up in hills. These dung cakes had been added with medicinal powder to cover up the smell, and gave off a strange smell of burnt cloth.
Zheng Qiu looked at the hill and asked, "Is this the dung cake you gave him? How many days will it take to make so much?"
"There used to be 22 households near the dung drying house, but now there are only 18 households left. The dung cakes here need 18 households to make continuously for half a month."
Zheng Qiu opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he heard a slight noise coming from inside the room, there are still people in the room!
He turned back, identified the direction of the sound, and pushed open the last iron door.
A strong musty smell wafted from the room behind the door. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, and three women squatted on the ground beside the bed.
The three women were ragged and unkempt, with bruises on their exposed faces and arms, and chains around their necks, tied to iron rings on the wall like animals.
Seeing Zheng Qiu push the door in, the three women panicked and kept shrinking into the corner of the room.
The old man followed in, and was surprised and happy when he saw the three women: "My God, you are still alive, God has eyes, God has eyes!"
He ran over, reached for the chain, and tried to free the three women.
Seeing this, Zheng Qiu stepped forward and stretched his fingers, pinching the iron chains around each woman's neck.
With a snap, the iron chain snapped, and the three women embraced each other, and the sound of crying filled the room.
Zheng Qiu pursed his lips and said to the old man: "Grandpa, you call all the eighteen households around, move back the dung cakes in the yard and the things in the living room, and send these three people home by the way." .”
Hearing this, the old man's expression quickly turned into respect, and he bowed again and again: "Thank you sir, thank you sir! I'll take them back right away."
He picked up the three crying women, helped them out of the room, and hurried to the distance.
After the old man left with the woman, Zheng Qiu went into each room to check carefully, and soon found the secret door hidden on the warehouse floor.
Pull open the secret door, revealing a dark hole, and a ladder is built along the hole to the bottom.
Sure enough, there is a cellar, a guy who raids people every day, how can there be only food, drink and sundries in the house, there must be a place to hide things.
Zheng Qiu raised his arm, circulated energy to light up the halo in the palm of his hand, and then stepped on the ladder into the cellar.
The whole cellar is about the same size as the warehouse above,
It was very stuffy inside, because of the lack of air circulation, and the walls were full of holes, which seemed to be made by Sleepy Tiger himself.
There was a big box in the cellar, Zheng Qiu raised his hand and cut off the iron lock on it, and opened the box lid.
There are a lot of gold, silver and jewelry piled up in the box, and there are two fine steel short knives covered under it.
He has no interest in these gold, silver and jewelry. The money used by practitioners is heaven and earth crystals, and gold, silver and jewelry are only used by ordinary people.
He brought an iron bucket from the warehouse, and carried the gold, silver and jewelry from the cellar to the living room bucket by bucket, planning to wait for the old man to call eighteen families and distribute them to them.
About half an hour later, there was a noisy discussion outside the house. Zheng Qiu opened the door and went out, and saw more than 30 people gathered outside. The old dung picker was talking to everyone at the top of his voice.
"Oh, come out!"
"Why is it a child, what about a cultivator?"
"Old man Yang, is this child the adult you mentioned?"
"Don't lie to us, offending Sleepy Tiger won't end well."
Seeing Zheng Qiu coming out, the old dung-picking old man surnamed Yang cheered up three points, and said loudly: "I didn't lie to you, although you are a child, you are a real cultivator, very powerful.
The adults said, let you move back the dung cake, clean water, rations, and furniture, and return them to their original owners..."
But no matter what old man Yang tried to persuade, everyone just refused to go forward, standing ten feet away from the house, talking about it.
"Grandpa Yang!"
Zheng Qiu waved at Old Man Yang, and when Old Man Yang ran over, he asked, "Why don't they want to move things, these belong to them in the first place."
Old man Yang faltered and couldn't speak, his face turned red and pale.
Seeing old man Yang's expression, he understood in his heart: "Do they not believe me, afraid that Sleepy Tiger will bring the practitioner back, so they dare not move things?"
He deliberately spoke loudly so that the crowd watching from a distance could hear him.
"That's right. Without my permission, Hu Dali, who would dare to take something?"
Sleepy Tiger came swaggeringly from a distance with two people, raised his hand and pointed at Zheng Qiu: "You bastard, you still dare to stay here, okay, I will let you see what will happen to you if you offend me Hu Dali !"
Then he turned to face the two practitioners, and said in a low voice, "This is the boy, he wants to occupy this house and all the income in this area."
One of the cultivators asked: "Is this kid also a cultivator? How powerful is it?"
Hu Dali quickly replied: "It's only a little bit stronger than me, and I can't keep him if I want to run away."
That cultivator patted Hu Dali on the shoulder: "It turns out that's what he's capable of, so don't worry, we'll help you with this kid."
After all, the two practitioners raised their faces and walked towards the house aggressively. The onlookers retreated one after another when they saw this, and even the old man Yang who was in front of Zheng Qiu was terrified and kept hiding in the distance.
Zheng Qiu narrowed his eyes, staring at the two practitioners up and down.
The two men were wearing plain short jackets, cloth shoes on their feet, and long weapons on their backs, but the weapons were wrapped in cloth, so they couldn't tell what they were.
As the two of them walked, some different colors appeared on the hem of the clothes. He looked carefully, it was the patch on the back.
It seems that these two people are not rich masters, presumably the weapons behind them are not much better, at most they are made of fine steel.
Thinking of this, Zheng Qiu stepped forward to meet him, and asked, "Where did you two come from? Do you want to show off to Sleepy Tiger?"
(Thank you for the monthly pass o(*￣︶￣*)o given by a wonderful flower cloud)
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