Chapter 83: Bride

The emperor is far away, the countryside is mean, in today’s Qing Dynasty, all the officials are under the strong supervision of the Supervisory Board, and the rule of government is so clear that it has never been seen before. However, the Supervisory Yuan is only a somewhat deformed organization, it is impossible for it to control all the joints from the top to the bottom of a feudal dynasty. Especially the more you go down to the lower level and the more you go to the remote places, the more abominable the face of the privileged class of officials will become.

Dazhou is a remote state and county, here the government officials, although not to talk about like a wolf like a tiger, but it is clear that it is also not what love the people like a good man, especially in such a summer day, the sun out of those government officials on the body of the stinking sweat, but also too much of their sanity sun away.

Coupled with three pounds of beef and two taels of white wine down their gullets, the alcohol smoked the hearts of these yamen, and they left the tipple beach and came to the noodle stall, staring at that beautiful boss lady with a smile on their faces and starting to drool.

Molesting women in the street, this is not a normal official yamen can do out of the thing, if placed in the usual, these yamen probably just look at it, but today I do not know why, they are hard to move some of the steps, the mouth of the words began to be a little unclean up, there are a few drunken red-faced guys, even have to let the noodle stalls that the meaning of the woman to accompany.

Blame the yellow wine is too good into the throat, white wine is too on the head, noodle stalls on the woman was born too beautiful.

Gouda married a daughter-in-law in Dazhou, he never told his mother the things of the year, just smooth living days.

Sometimes he felt that God is indeed very favorable to himself, even at the beginning of the second half of his life, to give himself such a beautiful woman – this woman is a widow, is a mute, has a son. Yet even so, Gautama still felt that he had been very lucky.

Because her mother was extremely beautiful, she was known as a beauty in the city of Dazhou. In the eyes of Gouda, even compared to the Si Li Li girl who was sent to Northern Qi, she was not much worse.

And Niangzi extremely gentle, extremely virtuous, extremely good, so good that I do not know what adjectives to use to depict.

Originally, in order to hide his true identity, Gouda should not have married such a somewhat piercingly beautiful matron, but he loved her and pitied her, and incidentally also pitied the little boy who was only a year old.

The mute maiden also liked the honesty of this strange outsider, and the muscles of his body that were full of strength, and the smell that made one feel reliable and safe.

She was beautiful, but after all, she was a mute widow, so hadn’t expected any good end to her life. She also did not have any relatives in Dazhou city, those men who drooled over her from time to time, about just coveted this body of their own, wanting to tie themselves back to be a second wife, or even just …… a mute maiden who did not want to, she wanted a simple and warm home.

Very naturally, these two people came together. After inviting a few neighbors to have a meal, Song Changgong, who wandered from the foreign country, lived with the poor mute widow in Dazhou city, and then opened a noodle stall.

The one-year-old child sometimes followed him to the noodle stall, but when business was good, he had to ask the oldest woman in the neighborhood to help take care of him.

The people of Dazhou city were as simple and reliable as those in the four fields of Qing, yet the officials and yamen were not the people, as they had been since the beginning of time.

So Gao Da’s wrist that was picking the noodles sank, his face slightly lowered, shrouded in the steam rising from the noodle soup pot, unable to clearly see the emotions in his eyes.

The lady’s face was now flushed, a blush of shame and anger, and as she listened to the louder and louder obscenities in the store, a watery glow of humiliation gradually surfaced in her eyes. She glanced at her husband by the noodle soup, expecting to see something, but saw nothing. She was a little disappointed and resigned to her fate, before she was married, she knew that Brother Song was a very timid person, an honest man who couldn’t say much more than even herself.

The silence of the couple at the noodle stall fueled the anger of those few government officials. As is always the case in the world, when one side oppresses the other, if there is no resistance, the force of the oppression increases.

One of the yamen reached out to catch the dumb lady’s small white hand, and when she dodged away, the yamen became displeased and began to curse out.

Gao Da’s hand holding the chopsticks tightened, but he knew he should have to endure, because once something happened, what he and Niang Zi had to face, was the court’s wanted, and after all, he was an expert of the imperial court back then, he always had some confidence in the Qing officials, and he always thought that these yamen were just going through the motions, and they always had to go away later on.

However, these yamen did not leave, today there is a high official of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs is sitting in Dazhou, it is said that it is secretly investigating a big case, that is why they are driven out of these lower yamen, walking hard under the sun.

They hid under the shadow of the noodle stall, molesting the beautiful but not talking little lady, what kind of pleasurable thing is this? As for the man in the noodle stall? These magistrates know that although the man surnamed Song looks very strong, but he is a waste of time.

Wouldn’t it be more pleasurable to molest his wife in front of the loser?

The rest of the people in the noodle stall see the wind is not right, has long been sneaking away, just before leaving, to up to bet a sympathetic and reminder of the eyes, the people do not fight with the officials, they do not want this noodle stall boss and these magistrates really make a mess.

Gao Da didn’t make a scene, he just held the chopsticks, softly called Niang Zi back to the back of the stall, and then walked to the table, very raw, piled up both cheeks, floated a smile worse than crying, patted a few words of horse’s ass, said a few words of pleading for mercy.

It was indeed very raw, Gouda had only ever kissed Fan Xian’s ass in this life, and Fan Xian thought his ass-kissing was bad and stopped him from learning from Wang Qinian. Since that day, Gouda had never flattered again, and even the officials of the third grade were polite in his presence. To kiss ass and beg for forgiveness to these magistrates today was already the biggest concession Gouda had ever made for his own life. His three years of fighting in the world, by definition should have learned a few things, however, he is after all a knife in the hand, standing in the Shangjing Qing Palace to break the enemy in a style of tiger guards Gouda, and how can really fold their own bones of pride, reduced to a shrimp on the beach?

Tiger guards are not guards, not serving people, just used to kill.

The magistrates suddenly felt an extra mountain in front of them, none other than the boss of the noodle stall, an aura came over them, causing their teasing obscenities to come to an abrupt end.

A moment later, they were mortified by their lapse of concentration, how could this honest man in front of them be so frightened that he didn’t dare to say a word? Obviously, this fellow surnamed Song was rickety and compensating with a smile. Because of their shame and anger, they became more and more frenzied, slapping the sheaths of their swords on the table to the heavens.

Gao Da’s eyes fell on their knife sheaths, suddenly remembering that he hadn’t touched a knife in a long time, and that his hands were just holding a pair of long, dark wooden chopsticks.

He didn’t say a word, didn’t resist, letting the other party curse, because he wanted to protect his mother, her child, and he wasn’t willing to let her and her child have to go to the world and be displaced because of him.

Even Gouda himself is actually not willing to go to the world to be displaced again, when he escaped from the Great Eastern Mountain, he could have gone to the East Barbarians, to the North Qi, but he is not willing to do so, after all, he is a Qing people, he is willing to stay in the country of Qing, even if he stays in a place where there are still like tigers and wolves like officials, and there are injustices in the world.

Gouda was enduring, enduring hard. Gouda was pretending to be weak, pretending to be raw.

At that moment, however, he heard a strange sound and looked back, only to see a drunken magistrate crookedly beside his own wife, the hand groping toward the roundness under the cloth skirt.

Gao Da’s hand holding the chopsticks tightened, like holding that very, very long knife.

His face didn’t change much, his eyes remained calm. There was no more holding back or pretense, and he didn’t have to think about anything, he just followed his instincts that had been absent for three years, and he naturally chopped away.

It was like chopping at Sean, chopping at the assassin, and stabbing at the wind. Tiger Guard used a long blade, and in this life he would only use the simplest way to chop away at all the problems in front of him.

Perhaps Gouda had originally chosen the wrong path in those three years. He was the one with the sword, not the one below.

Gouda seemed to have forgotten that what he was holding in his hand was not a knife, but a pair of chopsticks, and just chopped away.

Those yamen were laughing and looking there at the moment, they were going to stay and ask that brother if the dumb lady’s ass was really that bouncy and soft, and they were also going to take advantage of the chaos and go up and touch that big ass a few times themselves when the man surnamed Song was knocked to the ground.

With a snap, the chopsticks broke.

The entire noodle stall went quiet.

The dumb lady looked at the scene in front of her in a daze, the pupils of her eyes gradually narrowed, looking incomparably fearful and shocked, she simply couldn’t believe what she was seeing, her mouth ho-ho-hoed, wanting to cry out in alarm, but she couldn’t shout.

The magistrates in the noodle stall also stopped their own laughter, all their own movements, just stupidly looking over there.

A pair of long black wooden chopsticks broke into two, but one of them had already cut that magistrate’s throat like a section of a sharp blade!

The magistrate’s chest was filled with blood dripping down, his throat had been cut open by the pair of chopsticks, revealing the trachea and esophagus inside, as well as those unnamable streaks of blood.

The magistrate stared at a pair of dead fish bead-like eyes, staring at the Gouda standing like a mountain in front of him, and slowly kneeled down. Even to his death, he had not figured out why his throat had been disconnected after he had only touched the woman’s ass, much less how the pair of black chopsticks in the hands of this noodle stall owner could be so sharp!

Gao Da’s hand holding the half stump chopsticks was very stable, when the magistrate died in front of him, it seemed that he was no longer a noodle stall boss, but a very scary swordsman, that familiar feeling returned to his body.

He walked forward and gently wrapped his arms around Niang Zi, whispering something in her ear, his brows furrowed slightly. He knew that his outburst was too ruthless, this magistrate was not guilty to death, and he showed this hand, under the investigation of the powerful state apparatus of Qing, he was only afraid that he would be investigated into his own old background.

Just ……

Gao Da wasn’t holding his anger out and unable to control it, in fact, he really just waved his chopsticks lightly, but he forgot that he was an expert who had reached the top of the eighth rank, and he also forgot that the people who were causing trouble in the noodle stalls today weren’t the enemies of the Junshan Society or the Northern Qi Brocade Guards of such a tier, and that they were just some hated, shameful, and pathetic little magistrates.

It was just a misunderstanding, a fatal misunderstanding. Gao Da had overestimated these yamen so much that he killed one of them just as easily.

The rest of the magistrates in the noodle stall looked at this scene and trembled up, not knowing what kind of person this noodle stall owner was, and even more shocked by this bloody scene, it was only after a long time that one of the less courageous magistrates screamed.

Scream let the crowd back to wake up, they die do not believe that someone in the world can use a pair of chopsticks to kill a person, they thought their eyes blurred, perhaps this noodle stall boss earlier hidden what murder weapon, let his brother suffered a disaster.

One of the magistrates sneaked away to report to the government, while the rest of the men, led by the small chief, drew the plain swords on the table and, shouting, rushed toward Gao Da.

Gao Da bowed his head grimly as he explained something to Niang Zi, the chopsticks in his hand having fallen to the floor, and he realized that Niang Zi was terrified.

His hand reached into the wind of knives, snatched one off, and slashed out quite casually. There was a ding-dong sound, a bloody wind, and in a mist of blood. The magistrates had no power to fight back at all, and fell head over heels, collapsing in the middle of the noodle stalls.

All of the magistrates died, died in an incomparably crisp and clean manner.

Half covered in blood and water, Gao Da held his sword in one hand and held his wife in the other as he headed out of the noodle stall, startling the people on the street into an uproar and making way like a tidal wave.

He knew he had to get out of Dazhou at the first opportunity and had to hurry. Killing these magistrates was nothing, for his name was Gouda, he was the leader of the Tiger Guards, and was supposed to be a murderer’s tool, and his past life and history had doomed him to not be able to fight his way out of the noodle stalls forever. However, nowadays he has a mother and a child, and he doesn’t want to die under the court’s pursuit, so he has to try his best to escape.

Under the blazing sun, Gao Da and his wife and son set out on the road to escape after killing someone in the street. The husband and wife didn’t say anything, they rushed back to their home within the first hour, received their son from the hands of the neighbor’s aunt, then picked up some silver money and prepared to leave the city.

Along the way, the dumb maiden did not say a word, but the stubborn and beautiful face was full of trust and admiration for the man, and she was willing to follow him.

Under the scorching sun, Gao Da holding the child, carrying a short sword, looking at the mute woman, remembering the future of the jianghu wandering road, the heart welled up with strong apologies and uneasiness, and said softly: “Mute woman, I owe you too much.”

However, the official court of Dazhou City reacted faster than ever, and before Gao Da had the chance to make up for the deficit in his heart, the gates of the state city had already been tightly closed.