Chapter 39 The Fallen Horse's Evil Debt (2)

  Zheng Daquan patted his bald head: "What you said makes some sense... damn it, Zhao Yanguo, did you sneak a peek at what's written in the letter?"

  Zhao Yanguo shouted loudly: "Zheng Lao Da, I know the rules! If I had peeked, I would be willing to accept the punishment of having my eyes dug out! I just guessed it! I guessed it!"

  "Damn it! You're quite good at guessing! Say some more, what else did you guess?"

  Zhao Yanguan said: "I'm guessing, if Zhang Siye really wants to offer a reward to find someone, that person must be carrying a treasure worth a city, rich enough to rival a country! Think about it, what kind of person is Zhang Siye? A treasure keeper!"

  Zheng Daquan's eyes widened, and he slapped the table, scolding: "Zhao Yanguan, why didn't you guess earlier! Someone come, go and bring back one of the Liu Xing Dao people for me! I want to see the letter!" A big man stood up from the side table, ready to follow Zheng Daquan's arrangement.

  Zhao Yanqiang hastily said: "Old Zheng! Rules! Rules! Can't read the letter!"

  "Damn it! A lot of money is right in front of us, and you're still talking about being proper? Zhao Smoke Gun, take some men and go after them!"

  Zhao Yanguan slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Zheng Lao Da! I remembered! No need to chase after him! The letter is on Wan Gouzi's body when he just left! I forgot to give it to Old Qi of Liu Xing Dao!"

  Zheng Daquan shouted: "Really? Then why don't you go and call back Wandouzi!"

  Zhao Yanguo's smile caused the flower branches to tremble, secretly pleased with himself. He hastily nodded and pointed at several people, shouting: "You! Go to the backyard and call back Wandouzi!"

  Several people shouted and rushed to the backyard, in a short while, someone ran back to report: "Zheng Lao Da, Zhao Shi Ye! Wan Gou Zi is unconscious! It seems he was beaten into a coma!"

  As he spoke, Wan Gouzzi was dragged in by someone, with his hands and feet lifted off the ground. Zheng Dakuan shouted: "What's going on?!"

  Zhao Yanguo took a deep breath, walked to the unconscious Wandouzhi, squatted down and pulled Wandouzhi's face. He saw that Wandouzhi's eyes were tightly closed, with a large red mark on his face from bottom to top, and blood flowing from his nose. Zhao Yanguo made a "chi" sound, pinched Wandouzhi's tiger mouth, raised his hand and slapped Wandouzhi four times!

  Ten thousand dogs, ah yo one sound, slowly woke up, immediately sat up with a thud, covering his own scorching face, ah yo repeatedly.

  Zheng Daquan walked over and scolded: "What's wrong with you!"

  Ten thousand dogs knelt on the ground, covering his face and shouting: "Zheng Lao Da, I don't know how it happened. As soon as I arrived at the backyard and took two steps to circle around the house to see if there was anyone inside, I felt like someone hit me on the back of my head. When I turned my head around, my foot stepped on something and my face got hit by a stick, very severely. The blow made me retreat, and then I stepped on something again, and the back of my head got hit once more. Then I didn't know anything anymore! Zheng Lao Da! I must have encountered a mountain spirit!"

  A big Han shouted back: "What mountain spirit, you have two hoes with handles at your feet!" Another person also shouted: "Wan Gouzzi, you stepped on the hoe yourself, let the wooden handle hit you!"

  "What rake? How could I have stepped on a rake?" The crowd burst out laughing.

  Zhao's face sank, and he cursed: "Shameless thing! Where is the letter? Give me the letter!"

  "What letter?"

  Zhao Yanguang slapped Wang Gouzisheng in the face and scolded: "What are you talking about? I'm giving it to you today!" As soon as Zhao Yanguang said this, he knew he had exposed himself. It turned out that Zhao Yanguang had deliberately hidden a letter from Zhang Siye and let Wang Gouzisheng take care of it, which he had read long ago.

  Zhao Yan's face was extremely thick-skinned, and although he knew he had misspoken, he still cursed: "Believe it! Damn it! What are you talking about believing!"

  Wan Gouzzi finally came to his senses, hastily saying: "Oh! Oh! In! In!" As he spoke, he reached out to touch his own chest, but to no avail. Wan Gouzzi's face turned green, and he stuttered: "Master Zhao, it's... it's gone?"

  "What! The letter is lost?!"

  Wan Gouzibai put on a mournful face and said, "It's gone... I remember touching it again before entering the house, and it was still there. How did it disappear?"

  "You're a piece of trash! Pighead! You, you, you! Son of a bitch!"

  "Alas! I really don't know! It must have been when I met the mountain spirit just now, and the mountain spirit stole it."

  Zheng Daquan's face was displeased, he turned around and sat back down, scolding: "Zhao Yanguo, what kind of duet are you singing with Wan Gouzzi? Is it fun or not!"

  Zhao Yan coughed twice and said awkwardly, "Old Zheng, I really did have faith in Wan Gouzi, ah... how could it be lost?"

  "Zhao Yanguan, you son of a turtle, stop spouting nonsense! Zhang Siye is offering a reward to find someone!" Zheng Dachuan glared at everyone and scolded, "I almost forgot! What do you think Zhang Siye is? You blind fools, let me tell you, Zhang Siye is not just some treasure keeper! His background is enormous! If Zhang Siye wants to catch someone, is there anyone in the world he can't catch? All of you get over here! We'll discuss this later!"

  Zhao Yanqiang was so frightened that he didn't dare fart again. Everyone quickly retreated back to their chairs, looking at Zheng Dachuan with unease.

  Zheng Dakuan rubbed his bald head, stood up, and shouted towards the back hall: "Qian Zhuanggui! Where is everyone? Where's the tea? Why is it taking so long!"

  Qian Zhanggui responded from afar and ran out of the back hall, one hand holding a teapot and the other carrying a bamboo basket filled with peanuts and dried fruit, shouting as he ran: "Coming! Coming! Mr. Zheng, you've waited long enough!"

  Qian Zhanggui quickly laid out a table and poured tea for everyone. Zheng Dakuan didn't stand on ceremony, picked up the peanuts and cracked them open with a crunch, then asked: "Qian Zhanggui! The guest living in your backyard, is he a member of the Lian family?"

  Qian Zhanggui replied: "I really can't see this."

  Zheng Daquan picked up his tea bowl and took a sip, then asked: "How many boys and girls are there? I saw six horses tied outside!"

  "Five men and one woman..."

  "Alright, Manager Qian, I won't make things difficult for you either. Don't worry, I don't want to do anything to your customers! Where's the rest of the food? Hurry up! I'm starving! Put the teapot down, no need for you to pour it! Go quickly!"

  Qian Zhanggui put down the teapot and hurriedly retreated to the back hall.

  Zheng Daquan snorted and scolded Zhao Yanguan and the others, "You few go take a look in the backyard again! I'd like to see what kind of god is living in this broken shop!"

  Zhao Yanguan hastily got up, nodded his head, and also called out to Wandouzzi. Five or six people with gleaming eyes and grasping hands again went searching towards the backyard.

  Qian Zhanggui was just about to enter the kitchen when Jia Chunzi rushed over like a madman, his feet kicking up debris, his massive body tumbling forward and rolling right in front of Qian Zhanggui.

  Qian Zhanggui was about to open his mouth to scold, but he saw Jia Chunzi's expression was extremely unusual. Qian Zhanggui supported Jia Chunzi and shouted in a low voice: "Speak softly! What's wrong?"

  Jia Chunzi stared with a pair of ox eyes, knelt on the ground, opened his big mouth, pointed to the direction he came from, and his tongue was also unclear: "Money, Mr. Qian, where is that place!" Qian Zhanggui slapped Jia Chunzi's forehead and scolded: "Speak slowly!"

  Jia Chunzi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "Dove, dove! Dove! Flew back!"

  Qian Zhanggui let out a loud "Ah!" and pinched Jia Chunzi's cheeks, staring into his eyes and growling in a low voice: "Take a good look! Is it or isn't it a pigeon?"

  Jia Chunzi was pinched on the cheek by Qian Zhanggui, his mouth twisted, and he still said with great effort: "It's a pigeon! It's a pigeon! It's the white pigeon that flew away before!"

  Qian Zhanggui let go of his hand and ran out quickly from beside Jia Chunzi.

  Qian Zhanggui ran out of the house and came to one side of the courtyard, where he saw a dilapidated iron cage on top of which was perched a snow-white carrier pigeon!