Chapter 69: People are in a panic, part-time executioner?

After the battle

Martial law was imposed on the official road!

A cavalry corps of more than a thousand people came charging forward.

Soon, the area was surrounded by a dense crowd, and merchants and passersby on both sides of the official road were stopped and not allowed to pass, causing quite a commotion.

But fortunately, as Tan Fei said, if General Meng was not in trouble, no one would be implicated. After the patrolling cavalry confirmed their identities, the group was allowed to leave and returned to the capital smoothly.

In the afternoon!

When Wei Hong got off work and walked out of the butcher shop, the whole capital had already spread the news of General Meng's attack. The streets and alleys were full of discussions in teahouses and taverns, and even passersby on the street couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"Mr. Hu, business is good!"

At the entrance of Tianbao Alley, there was a braised meat stall.

The rich aroma wafted from the hot braised meat soup, causing passersby to swallow their saliva, and several small tables were already full of diners.

A hunchbacked old man in hemp clothes raised his cloudy eyes and immediately smiled: "Wei the butcher is here? Come sit down!"

"No, cut some braised meat to take home." Wei Hong casually ordered: "First cut two pounds of braised beef, and then cut two pounds of beef offal."

"Okay!"

The old man in hemp clothes agreed happily and quickly fished the meat out of the braised meat soup.

"Oh my, this time General Meng was assassinated, it's really exciting. The patrol camp sent out tens of thousands of people to track down and search everywhere. The scene is not small!"

"That's right, it is said that the killer organization Meteor did it, and it is rumored that there is also the hand of King Rui behind it!"

"Bullshit! I think it's probably the hand of King Huai. They don't want to see General Meng lead the army to suppress the rebellion. Now the anti-kings in various places are rushing to expand their forces. Hehe, this time it's a big deal."

The cautious discussion of the diners on the side came into his ears.

Wei Hong smiled and didn't interrupt, nor did he brag about the fact that he had witnessed the assassination of General Meng. Instead, a guest sighed and caught his attention.

"Oh, I wonder how many heads will be chopped off this time."

"Yes, every time the powerful fight overtly or covertly, a group of people under them will be chopped off. This time General Meng was assassinated, the emperor will definitely investigate in anger, I'm afraid someone will have to take the blame!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, didn't your child get tuberculosis, Old Xu? I heard from the old people that eating steamed buns with fresh human blood can cure tuberculosis. In a few days, there will be a lot of heads rolling in the market. Why don't you try it?"

The diners were talking and laughing!

A short and fat man couldn't help but be moved.

Wei Hong's head was buzzing at this moment, and there were only four big words in his heart and eyes - heads rolling!

"Good opportunity!"

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his heart was even more turbulent.

He has always known that killing people can earn more money than killing pigs.

But because of various concerns, he has always been patient and low-key, never hurting people, and even more so, he doesn't want to become a demon who slaughters all living beings.

But today he suddenly realized that he was a little stupid!

He can stick to the bottom line and not kill people indiscriminately, but it doesn't mean that there is no opportunity to kill people openly and reasonably-such as being a beheading executioner!

These days, the emperor is angry and millions of people are buried!

Any major case of treason will have to kill thousands or tens of thousands of people.

If Wei Hong works part-time as an executioner, wouldn't it be a lot of money?

"Hahaha!" The more he thought about it, the happier he became. He threw down a 5-liang silver ingot and said, "Mr. Hu, give everyone here another pound of meat and a jar of wine. I'll treat you today!"

After that, Wei Hong picked up the beef wrapped in lotus leaves and turned away.

He did not choose to go home, but went straight to the main street of Beicheng.

"Hey, who is this person so generous?"

The diners were a little confused.

The old man in hemp clothes happily put away the silver ingots, and then said: "This is Wei the butcher from Zhuji Meat Shop. His grandfather is the old Wei who used to be the night watchman. Maybe he has encountered something happy today. Come on, everyone is eating and drinking, and today Wei the butcher will pay the bill."

"That's great, hahaha!"

"Old Wei has given birth to a good grandson, and he will be blessed in the future!"

"Yes, it's really enviable!"

The diners were all smiling after getting a bargain.

But they didn't know that Wei Hong was happier than them.

After all, it's not easy to find a way to make a living.

How could he not be happy when he was enlightened today?

Walking all the way to Beicheng Street, Wei Hong bought a jar of Huanghuali, and then walked to a remote alley and knocked on the door of a dilapidated courtyard.

"Who is it?"

"Knock, knock, knock, what are you knocking for?"

There was an impatient shouting in the courtyard.

Then, a burly bearded man roughly opened the gate, and his pair of copper bell bull eyes glanced over unhappily, which immediately made people feel a chill.

"Excuse me, are you Master Deng Haisheng?" Wei Hong politely clasped his fists.

The bearded man glanced at him up and down, and saw that he was tall and burly with extraordinary momentum. The fierceness on his face was restrained a little, and he said coldly: "It's Deng, who are you?"

"I am Wei Hong, a butcher at Zhuji Meat Shop. My grandfather is Old Wei, who used to be the night watchman at Anlefang. I met you at Uncle Lushan's house a few years ago. I wonder if Master Deng still remembers you?"

After a lot of rambling.

Deng Haisheng finally figured out his identity.

His stiff face immediately eased a lot, squeezed out a smile and said: "It turns out to be nephew Wei. I saw you a few years ago, you were still a little kid. I really can't recognize you after not seeing you for a few years. Sorry, sorry!"

As he said that, Deng Haisheng welcomed him into the courtyard.

This courtyard had only one main room and one side room, the space was small, and there were a lot of miscellaneous items piled up around, it seemed that he lived alone.

"My dear nephew, please sit down!" Deng Haisheng pushed away the miscellaneous items on the eight-immortal table, smiled awkwardly and wanted to pour tea, but he couldn't find a clean cup after searching for a long time.

"Master Deng, don't be busy." Wei Hong put the meat and wine wrapped in lotus leaves on the table and said with a smile: "I came to visit you today, firstly to reminisce with you on behalf of Uncle Lushan, and secondly, I also want to ask you for a favor."

"What is it?" Deng Haisheng found two bowls to pour wine while untying the braised beef, and then muttered: "I heard that Lushan is dead, you are not lying to me, are you?"

"Of course not, Uncle Lushan is indeed dead." Wei Hong choked up and said with emotion: "No I have buried it. Although I haven't held a funeral, I will still pay tribute to it on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month."

"Ah!" Deng Haisheng didn't know what he remembered, his face suddenly became quiet, and he couldn't help but exclaimed after taking two sips of wine: "Hey, 20-year-old Huanghuali? Good wine! What do you want to bring such good wine to your door?"

"To be honest, Master Deng!" Wei Hong said straight to the point: "I want to learn beheading."

"Learn beheading?"

Deng Haisheng coughed twice.

A pair of eyes looked at him suspiciously, as if looking at a monster.

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