dawn.

The morning sun has not yet appeared, and the wind is blowing at dawn.

The heavy rain that fell all night fell in the Gobi desert, just like a mud cow falling into the sea, leaving no trace, not even the corpses.

"After dinner, come and sit on the kang. The girl in the desert loves Brother Zhuang. My little brother loves Brother Zhuang..."

On the top of the earthen house, a woman was lying down with her head propped up, her hair hanging from her temples spinning on her fingertips. She was playing with it, looking at the golden morning light bursting from the horizon, and singing loudly in her mouth.

The music that has been circulating in this land for many years is like the rugged ravines exposed on the endless yellow sand and loess, simple, rough and bold.

Although Su Qing had learned the lesson last night.

The woman's beautiful eyes turned.

"Mug surnamed Su, my aunt, I will go get the pig's head later to receive the reward. I will leave the inn to you to take care of. Where is the wine flag I got back yesterday? Go and hang it on the pole. I will go to the horse pen to kill it later.

Sheep, even if we open today, the wine is in the cellar of the kitchen!"

Su Qing was holding firewood below, changed into the clothes of a dead person, took a bath, and wore short wormwood-like hair.

When he heard this, he raised his head and responded: "I know!"

Seeing him talking, Jin Xiangyu smiled and said, "He's not a mute after all!"

She stood up and sat up. As soon as the morning breeze passed by, most of her skirt floated up in a swish, and most of her pair of tender lotus-like legs were exposed. It was so beautiful. Su Qing twitched the corner of her mouth and cursed in her heart.

Sentence: "Fuck!"

Seeing his appearance, Jin Xiangyu's face changed again. She covered her skirt and cursed angrily: "Look, look at your mother's size. She has never seen a woman in her life!"

Su Qing curled her lips and returned a rare sentence.

"You can take it, it's just you, I might as well look at myself!"

Jin Xiangyu was startled when she heard this, and then she was so angry that she gritted her teeth. Feeling ashamed and annoyed, she dared to think that she was worse than a man. She stood up in a hurry, with the corners of her skirt flying, one hand on her waist, and the other pointed in the distance,

Spicy said:

"Bah!"

"You don't want to go and ask around. How many men in this thirty-mile radius want to fall at my feet with gold and jade in their hands, but I just don't care about it!"

"Come down, the wind is strong, if you stand any longer, your skirt will fly off!"

Su Qing lowered his head, chopping firewood, and said something unhurriedly.

When he said this, Jin Xiangyu became even more enthusiastic.

"Auntie, I won't go down. Are you afraid that others will look at me? You can go down if you want. If you have the ability, you can carry me down, haha!"

She put her hands on her hips, lay down again, and sang to the horizon. "Drink a bowl of wine to pee. The men in the desert love their meijiao. My little golden lotus loves my meijiao..."

Su Qing was too lazy to pay attention to her and let the woman go crazy. She turned around and went back to the house to take out the wine flag.

Looking at the flagpole at the door, I took a breath and exerted my strength with one step. The man climbed up like an ape climbing a branch and tree. After a few leaps and using the force, he reached the top. When the flag was hung up, the wine flag immediately faced the wind.

As soon as it floats, it rolls like clouds and makes a hunting sound.

It was falling on the gray coarse cloth.

“Dragon Gate Inn!”

Hanging up the flag means it is open, just like a store has a sign, people have names, and the people in the tunnels within a radius of thirty miles indicate that they are open to welcome customers.

Before the sun came out, Jin Xiangyu led the camel, and along with the flattery of the group of people last night, he cheerfully held up his stinky head, hummed a song, and rolled his eyes at Su Qing.

, disappeared into the desert in the distance.

Thirty miles away, I kept coming and going, and I didn’t know if I could make it back before dark.

When she was out of sight, Su Qing walked towards the backyard and pulled out a yellow sheep. As if he had realized the fate he was about to face, the sheep struggled particularly hard. Su Qing turned around and looked at the silence.

, in the Gobi desert where the dust was flying away, I pursed my chapped lips, my eyes were hazy, I stretched out my hand to rub the yellow sheep's head, and waited until it gradually calmed down, then gently tapped on its heavenly spirit cap.

The sheep fell down at the sound.

Then he took out a knife from the house, which was left by the group last night. The blade is straight, three feet long and two inches wide, and extremely sharp. This is a knife unique to northwest swordsmen. It can be drawn quickly and exerts force.

Short, the emphasis is on speed.

But when Su Qing hung up the sheep, he felt like he had no way to start. It would be easy for him to kill someone. Killing him with one blow was extremely simple, but he didn't do much of the work of disembowelling, skinning and removing bones.

Pass.

Thinking about it, he took out a wooden barrel from the house. He tightened the fingers of his right hand, and the sharp blade shook suddenly. In an instant, he had chopped it down from the top, and the bright brilliance disappeared in a flash.

"Hey!"

But I saw that the half-human-length yellow sheep had been neatly cut in half from hip to head. The blood from its internal organs fell into the bucket, and the two bodies were pushed aside.

Looking at the internal organs that were also split in half in the bucket, Su Qing frowned. He weighed the knife in his hand and buried himself in cleaning the mutton without saying a word.

Wild sand in the desert.

The vastness reveals thousands of years of silent loneliness.

The yellow sand, the lonely sun, and the man seemed to have become a part of this loneliness.

As usual, the rising sun in the sky gradually rose higher and higher, turning into a scorching fireball.

At some point, a different voice suddenly came from the echoing wind.

"drive!"

"drive!"

…

Someone came again, several fast horses, galloping over.

The horse's hooves stepped on it, bringing up billowing dust and sand, like wolf smoke.

Su Qing was roasting the sheep and looked up.

"Boy, if you have anything ready to eat, put it all on the table!"

There are four horses, but there are six people, four of whom are adults. The last two are a dark-skinned, immature-looking young man with unkempt hair and a dirty face. The skin on his face is peeled off from the sun. His lips are chapped and bleeding, and his hands are covered with wounds.

Tied up.

The other was a teenage girl, also with dark skin, a head full of fine braids, her hands tied up, and her clothes were very different from the other four. She was clinging to the boy, extremely frightened, with residual blood stains on her face.

.

The two of them were sobbing and whispering in something other than Chinese.

"Bring the roasted mutton up first!"

The four men were wrapped in black and gray clothes, covered with dust, as if they were melted together with the yellow sand. The swords in their hands did not even have sheaths, and were wrapped in straw mats. Their skin was as dark and rough as farmers, and they were extremely dirty.

He just looked at the roasted lamb on the fire and kept swallowing his saliva.

This is a gang of horse thieves.

"Do you have money?"

Su Qing asked.

"How can there be any reason to ask for money before eating? This was not the rule before?"

Some people said dissatisfiedly, frowning, glaring, and immediately showing their ferocity.

"Please forgive me, the shopkeeper has been replaced. Besides, this meat is right here, how can it escape!"

Thinking of the money-obsessed mother-in-law, Su Qing didn't want her to come back and cause trouble again, which would be too troublesome.

"Take it!"

The group of people cursed impatiently and threw out ingots of silver, which were caught by Su Qing.

"Bring the wine and meat quickly, the gentlemen are about to starve to death!"

"Okay, here we go!"

Picking up the money, Su Qing quickly took out a jar of wine from the kitchen, cut the mutton and brought it up.

"Sir, the wine is here!"

After the reception was over, Su Qing sat back under the eaves, holding a plate of mutton by herself and eating slowly, as if she didn't see the two pitiful children looking at her children.

Murder and robbery, these are probably the meat tickets captured by the gang of horse thieves, ready to be sold. Moreover, the woman has already told you, don't mind what you shouldn't do, don't say what you shouldn't say, speak less and do less.

Business is none of your business, just hang on high.

Looking at the slices of meat on the plate, the two children couldn't help but puff their throats and purse their lips.

After thinking about it, Su Qing twisted a piece and put it to the girl's mouth. The child was like a local dog that smelled the meat. It struggled, stretched its neck and bit into the meat piece, and swallowed it in one bite.

He picked up another piece for the boy, but the boy's originally pitiful eyes suddenly erupted with a ferocious cold light, like a wolf cub at the end of its rope, biting his wrist suddenly.

Su Qing's eyes swayed, as if there was a flash of light, and the tiger's mouth opened and captured his jaw.

The young man was breathing heavily, staring at him with cold and resentful eyes like crazy, and howling like a wolf from his mouth.
To be continued...