MTL - The Book of Troubled Times-Chapter 12 reluctant to discard
Chapter 12 Unwilling to discard
"Let's close the team." Outside, beside the mountain path, Luo Qi waved his hand wearily.
The ice and snow in the mountains are howling, much colder than in the stockade, and the stockade still has a lot of shelter from the wind and cold, so it is really frosty and bone-chilling to go out to work.
Luo Qi became a small leader, led a team to lurk on the mountain road, trying to rob the passing merchants, but how many merchants can there be in this cold weather? At the end of the day, he didn't even see a ghost. The snow had already covered his hair and shoulders, and his thin body was like an eggplant covered with frost.
When he left Luo's house, he didn't have time to tidy up. He only had a thin coat on his body. After squatting in the wind, snow and ice for a day, it was still difficult for him to practice a little bit.
On the contrary, his subordinates wore thick clothes, which were better than him. Luo Qi had just arrived and had not yet established authority, but he was too embarrassed to grab the clothes of his subordinates to wear, so he gritted his teeth for a long time.
A subordinate next to him said: "Luotou, it's not a solution to hold the mountain road, it seems that we still have to go to the city..."
Luo Qi shook his head and said, "Stay here for a couple of days to see. I don't know if the superiors intend to preach in the city. When the time comes, believers will contribute. We can't act rashly."
Preaching contributions and bandit looting are two typical sources of income for the Devil's Cult. If they are well developed, they may also be able to buy property and operate it. And this new sub-helm has only just begun, and there is nothing. So far, the food that everyone eats is still purchased from the mountain, the start-up capital.
The subordinate said: "But we have been hungry for a whole day! We will be scolded when we go back to the village, and it is very likely that we will not be given food at all. If this continues, we will starve to death!"
Luo Qidao: "Let's go to the city privately some other day, and I'll treat my brothers to dinner."
The subordinates showed fawning smiles. It seems that this newly promoted leader is quite good at life, which makes everyone less worried.
Luo Qi dismissed his subordinates, dragged his tired body and walked slowly back to the cottage in the setting sun.
While passing by the underground altar, Luo Qi subconsciously glanced at the secret door that was so hidden that no one could recognize it, and sneered slightly.
He knows what it is.
Zhao Changhe thought that he had no choice but to coerce him. Only he knew that he was not a prisoner on the way here, and he was not too weak to walk. He could leave halfway, so why did he have to suffer?
Because he has always understood what this place is, what the Blood God Cult does, and...why they want to destroy the Luo family.
He decided to come after careful consideration.
Walked into the village as if nothing had happened, went to the deacon’s hall to report back on today’s looting mission, and was scolded **** for nothing. Luo Qi smiled and retreated, and slowly returned to the residential area.
Seeing his wooden house from afar, Zhao Changhe was at the door, reading a book in the afterglow of the setting sun.
It’s really a bit of a fan of Yingying Yingxue chiseling the wall to steal light.
That posture is still squatting like a horse, with a book in his left hand and a single knife in his right hand, gesticulating the posture of holding the knife and chopping down, over and over again.
There is a wooden post in front of him. It seems that he tried hard to chop each knife in the same position. Currently, the chopping is messy, and the wooden post is full of knife marks.
Luo Qi dares to say that he has never seen such a hardworking person... Well, although he doesn't see many people.
Zhao Changhe turned his head and saw him coming back, with a look of surprise on his face: "You're back?"
This natural surprise made Luo Qi feel weird: "What are you excited about?"
"Well...I'm afraid you will be in danger if you go here." Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "It seems to be all right? It's fine. Have you eaten yet?"
Luo Qi's eyes were even more strange, and he said after a while: "Eat."
Actually, Luo Qi hadn’t eaten anything other than the steamed bread in the morning this day. As soon as he uttered these blunt words, his stomach groaned to accompaniment.
Luo Qi blushed instantly, glaring at Zhao Changhe.
Zhao Changhe would not care about Si Tiaojiao, turned and entered the room: "I was just worried that you would not be able to so-called 'eat' in the world of ice and snow, so I left some food for you... You came back just in time, and the food was still warm."
Luo Qi followed behind as if sleepwalking, looking at the leftovers on the table that were still warm, feeling confused.
Seeing him standing aside in a daze, Zhao Changhe said with a stern face: "Don't you think I have eaten it? Just order it, my senior brother."
Luo Qi didn't say anything, and sat silently at the table, looking down at the meal.
There is actually a piece of meat in the rice.
"You... need meat more at this time." He said with some difficulty.
Zhao Changhe waved his hands indifferently: "I ate three servings at noon, that's enough, I'm not hungry."
Luo Qi stopped talking. There is no reason why you can not eat after lunch at night...
Zhao Changhe sat on the side to accompany him to eat, and asked: "It's winter, how can there be any passing merchants? How do you do this kind of task?"
"Occasionally there are, if not..." Luo Qi paused, didn't say anything, but turned to look at Zhao Changhe in a strange way: "Perhaps there will be a lot of things about Zhao Cuo happening in our hands this winter. Don't take it seriously? Isn't your anger at that time ironic?"
Zhao Changhe looked at the sunset outside with some ecstasy, and said in a low voice: "Before you came back, I was struggling with this. I thought about it for a long time, and I just wanted to discuss something with you."
Luo Qiqi said: "What?"
"Before we didn't have a choice, we could only see walking. Now we actually have a certain amount of autonomy." Zhao Changhe lowered his voice again: "For example, can we choose a partner? Like picking the Luo family, it will cause harm. It seems that you can also claim to be a man who robs the rich and helps the poor? I suspect that this is the source of income for many heroes..."
Luo Qi's expression became very exciting, and he looked at Zhao Changhe for a long time like a strange flower, before he laughed and said: "I thought you were a hero, but you are so naive."
"Naive? Maybe." Zhao Changhe said in a low voice, "It's just that there are some things that I really don't want to lose."
Luo Qi didn't mock him, and lowered his head to poke the rice grains in the bowl: "You are in the devil's lair, how can you do it yourself. You know it in your heart, you can't do it."
Zhao Changhe said: "If you can't do it now, then you can become stronger. Today I can see that the Demon Cult speaks of strength most. If you are awesome, others will respect you. Who will fart more. Just like you You are the leader, at least you can decide how much of the team, what if one day you are the helmsman? Then you have the final say here."
Zhao Changhe still has nothing to say.
As long as you have enough ability to cope with the pursuit in the future, you can run away at worst. It's just a broken stockade, if you really want to slip, it's not just slipping.
Strange guest in a foreign land, who cares who. They are all born gangsters, so it's no big deal to have one more born rebellious.
"Heh..." Luo Qi didn't know if he could hear the meaning behind his words, but sighed in a low voice: "I hope you can keep your conscience and your innocence. Just like the current meal... thank you. "
Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "This tone is not easy, we are friends now."
Luo Qi gave an "um" and said softly, "It has been for a long time."
In fact, they are more than just friends, it is not too much to count as being dependent on each other, but Luo Qi never thought that this word would appear between himself and anyone.
"Then can we lie down together tonight?" Zhao Changhe knocked on the table: "I said, have you had enough? How long will the days of sleeping alone on the bed alone on the table be? Anyway, no matter what you say, I'm going to sleep in bed tonight, I'm **** cold to death."
"..." Luo Qi said dumbly: "You just need to sleep in bed. Or if I die outside one day, you don't have to worry about such things."
Zhao Changhe said unhappily: "I said you are not really a woman, how can you be so hypocritical? This routine of women disguised as men is written in novels these days and readers don't like to read it."
Luo Qi also pointed at his Adam's apple angrily: "I said the surname is Zhao, are you crazy, you can think of women when you see everything?"
"On the contrary! How can I get tired of women now!" Zhao Changhe said angrily: "I don't want you to be a woman at all. I don't know how much more convenient it is for a man. It's troublesome for a woman! You can't be a man! point!"
Luo Qi's eyes widened, and he laughed after a while and said, "It's really... the words of a hero in the world."
"It means that I am a straight man of steel, right? Oh, I forgot that you don't understand this word." Zhao Changhe babbled: "What's wrong with me being a straight man of steel? Now let's talk about it, you are a man, let's start together today Sleep, if you are a bitch, I will go to Sun Jiaoxi tomorrow morning to sell my ass, and beg him to change my house! Just sleep and send me a lot of shit!"
Luo Qi poked and poked in the rice bowl with his chopsticks, and the meat that he had been reluctant to eat was almost smashed by him, and he muttered inaudibly: "What a gangster, so vulgar."
Zhao Changhe didn't hear clearly: "What?"
"It's nothing." Luo Qi raised his neck: "Sleep together, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"
(end of this chapter)
