Fox Road Travel Notes

As soon as she made a fuss, the surrounding area cheered, and the crowd immediately gathered to watch the excitement.

Everyone was pointing fingers, expressing their dissatisfaction with Qi Dalang, a grown man, who bullied the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Several young people rolled up their sleeves and were eager to try. It looked like they were about to take action.

Some people even shouted more and more jealously: "Are there no men left in Shanglin Town?"

"Beat him, this guy is really not a human being..."

Someone was shouting: "Shout for inspection, call for inspection, arrest this sly guy..."

Qi Dalang's face turned blue and purple, knowing that he had encountered a scammer today.

Seeing that the situation was not good and it was difficult to get out, I thought that I might as well just leave the burden to her.

But when I looked back, I thought, no, all the money I had with me was in my bag.

If I give it to her, how can I take the car back to Huaiqing Mansion?

Just after a moment's hesitation, someone came over there with the inspector and a few officers and soldiers.

Qi Dalang touched his arms and his expression changed again.

Only then did he remember that in order to make it easier for the coachman to lure the enemy, he also left him the badge of the Huaiqing government office.

While he was in a daze, the inspector was already shouting all the way, pushing through the crowd and squeezing in.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

During this time, the old woman and the little boy had wiped Qi Dalang's clothes full of tears and snot.

The old woman raised her head and said, "Master, this young man is in the car halfway."

"He said that since I, an old woman, could not take care of my grandson, he had to help me carry the baggage."

"My old lady has never been out, how could she know so many things?"

"As a result, when he got off the bus, he insisted that the baggage was his-"

"I, I don't live anymore..."

As he said that, he bumped into Qi Dalang's arms again.

The inspector looked Qi Dalang up and down and asked, "Whose is this baggage?"

"Honestly!"

Qi Dalang was patient and explained in a low voice: "Official, official, the conscience of heaven and earth, this burden is really mine."

"It's this old bastard..."

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me, what's in this bag?"

The inspector interrupted him unceremoniously.

Qi Dalang thought for a while: "In the baggage, there are two pieces of my old clothes and a bag of broken silver."

"silver?"

"How much money?" The inspector became interested.

"Probably, twenty taels, oh, I used two taels, it should be eighteen taels, and there are a few copper coins."

Qi Dalang frowned and tried to remember.

"Then tell me, what's in the bag?" The inspector pointed at the old woman.

The old woman wiped her tears and said, "In my baggage, there are some old clothes of the child's father."

"There is also a little jacket and a pair of socks for the baby. The rest is the money given to the baby by his uncle."

"Let me think about it—"

She turned around and thought for a long time: "Oh, the old lady finally remembered, the total is nineteen taels and three pieces of silver, and a few copper coins!"

The inspector stretched out his hand and shouted to Qi Dalang: "Give me the baggage!"

Qi Dalang had no choice but to hand the baggage to him.

"Think about it again, are there any other certificates in this bag?"

"If not, I will open it..."

The inspector carried the baggage and glanced at Qi Dalang.

Qi Dalang shook his head.

But the old woman seemed to have remembered something: "Oh, sir, sir, I still have it!"

The inspector said "Oh": "You say it!"

"Before leaving the house, my uncle told me that you have never traveled far and you have money with you, so don't make any mistakes on the way."

"He just put a few stamps on the baggage..."

"Stamp? What kind of stamp is there?"

"It's just--it's his own poke. His surname is Zheng, Guan'er Zheng!" the old woman said nagging.

The inspector knelt down and untied the bundle in front of everyone.

Sure enough, there were several vague stamps on the furoshiki.

Although it is not clear, it can be vaguely recognized that it is indeed the character "Zheng".

Everyone exclaimed: "I knew this guy was definitely not a good person..."

"Look at how bear-like he is. How can a good man look like this?"

The inspector gave Qi Dalang a hard look.

Qi Dalang's heart sank into the abyss.

His face turned pale, knowing that what he had encountered was not only a liar, but also a very clever liar.

There is no doubt that the stamp on this furoshiki was made by the little boy while he was not paying attention.

The inspector picked up the two old clothes and looked Qi Dalang up and down: "Are these yours?"

"Humph! It looks a bit big."

"Also, what do you do?"

Qi Dalang felt sweat on his forehead. These two clothes were those he had changed from the coachman's body.

In order not to leave evidence in the clothing store and to disguise himself, he kept them stuffed in his baggage.

The old woman shouted: "That belongs to my son-in-law. He is a coachman and is taller than this young man."

After shouting this, the inspector took a closer look and found that it indeed looked like the clothes worn by a coachman's servant.

Qi Dalang, on the other hand, was wearing a fine cotton blue cloth robe. Although it was not very expensive, it was also authentic Songjiang fine cloth and not something ordinary people could afford.

The clothes obviously didn't match the coachman's.

He circled around Qi Fuzi a few times and sneered.

With a wave of his hand, two soldiers rushed up from behind and held Qi Dalang down.

Qi Dalang tried his best to raise his head and shouted: "I'm wronged, sir, this, this burden is really mine..."

The inspector ignored him and picked up a child's clothes from the bag.

"Is this yours too?"

"Haha, can you put it on and show me?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Then, he took out a few pieces of broken silver from it, which weighed about one or two pieces.

Then, there was another small package, containing more than a dozen taels of silver and a few copper coins.

Someone immediately brought him a gun and said, "Master, please tell me, look at this piece of shit, what else can you say!"

It was an overstatement in public, and sure enough, it was almost nineteen taels, not the eighteen taels that Qi Dalang said.

Qi Dalang was heartbroken.

I hate that I was careless for a moment, capsized in the gutter, and was tricked by a four or five-year-old kid.

They say children can have bad thoughts, but who would have imagined that while he was moving around along the way, he actually packed so many things in his baggage!

The inspector put down the things in his hands and shouted: "Now the evidence is conclusive, thief bones, what else do you have to say?"

"Take him away, tie him up first, and send him back to the county office in the afternoon, and ask the master to break his legs..."

Qi Dalang's expression changed drastically. This place has not yet left the border of Xiuwu County.

I finally got here, passed the trap, and was free.

What would happen if he was sent back as a thief again?

Let the old and young men in your hometown see it, and Chen Zican and Gao Xinzhi see it, and they will all laugh out loud?

On second thought, hey! I don’t even look at it, when is this happening?

Why do you care about face when you are seeing something fatal!

His heart skipped a beat, and he knelt down at the old woman's feet with a thud.

"Old man, please show mercy!"

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have bad thoughts. I'm not a human being!"

"I beg you, old man, to be magnanimous. Seeing that I have carried the burden for you all the way, and it is hard work without any credit, please beg for mercy and let me go..."

I don't know whether I felt really wronged or uncomfortable, or because I was the best actor, and Qi Dalang was crying with heartbreak.

A burst of snot and tears made many onlookers who had been shouting and killing just now unable to hold back and feel sympathy.