Chapter 227: 227: Lose My Son and Give Grain (3)

Chapter 227 Chapter 227
The grain delivery team returned to the road after a short break at the tea shop, and Hejian County was not far ahead. They only needed to hold on for a long time, and they could get away from the heavy transportation task. It seems that the limbs have endless force.
Finally, they arrived at the gate of Kawara-gun before sunset.
Due to the length of the team, I could not break in from the leader like before, but could only wait patiently for the team to line up slowly.
At this moment, a clever lad trot forward and asked.
"Grandpa, can we finish the food by sending it to the city?"
扈 Rolled her eyes from the collar, and said angrily, "Who told you this? Wait for the order, don't care!"
The man asked him, who did he ask?
The size of the food team has attracted a lot of attention along the way. Meng Hun should have known that they were here.
However, until now, I still don't know what the messy thief wants to do, and where, when, and how the other party will take over the grain. The only thing I can do now is wait for the other person to send someone with peace of mind, and then give the food one hand.
As I was thinking, the team was almost lined up to me, and I looked at the towering city gate from the head, and frowned.
Because the work of guarding the city gates took turns, and the guards on duty today were not the same as before, they did not recognize the first time that the leader was responsible for the murder of the city gates. Everyone only saw the food team and could not help but doubt.
A gate guard stepped forward and asked, "Where are you from? What's on the car?"
A pair of dangling mouse eyes swirled around the husband and the soldiers who escorted the grain, thinking about how to squeeze some oil and water.
They have done a lot of this kind of thing, secretly taking advantage, letting people entering and leaving the city gate meet the filial respect of the silver, the people do not fight with the officials, even if the city gate guard is not an official, but most people will still take advantage of their teeth. Spend money on disaster relief.
As long as you don't make things big, you basically open your eyes and close your eyes, so guarding the gates is a fat job.
After the gate guard said, he was about to shake forward and search for the food on the car. He even pushed a fellow who blocked the road away.
The gang didn't dare to squeak, but stared at the uncle from the head.
"It's pretty hard to touch ... you don't have a person in charge, and you answer what's on the car?"
The gate guard raised his hand and carried the grain bag. Just by feeling, he had already guessed what was inside.
But he has to pick things up, and let the principal of the food team take the initiative to give respect to the silver. Naturally, he ca n’t let it go. So he tried to pull out the knife from the waist and break the grain bag. "I think this car Something is wrong, take it all apart and check! "
However, his knife was only half pulled out, a black whip shadow fell from the sky, flung it on his arm, and drew blood.
"No winking dog stuff."
扈 Coldly lifted his whip from his collar and watched the guard rolling in pain on the ground.
When other people noticed the change here, they all showed a horrified look, fearing that they would be caught by the whip from their boss.
"Can the food escorted by Meng's dogs be touched by you dogs?"
With a cold sigh, the screamed a "drive" from the leader, and the horse stepped off the horse's hoof obediently to enter the city directly.
At this moment, the guy in charge of the car saw something, and pulled out something puzzled under the grain bag.
This thing ... didn't seem to exist before?
As soon as it unfolded, I saw a black human head painted on the coarse cloth, which scared the husband, and yelled out, shocking the head from the front of the team. He frowned impatiently, yelling, "What the is a ghost!"
The husband ignored the stone on the ground, and immediately knelt down, holding the coarse cloth in his arms.
"Jun, Junye ... It's not the villain who deliberately disturbed Junye, but this ... this ghost ..."
What the gangman held in his hand caught the attention of the boss.
He drove forward, bent over and grabbed the husband's coarse cloth, which he held high, unfolded it, and instantly turned black.
I can't see a guy, why can't he see it?
The head of the man painted on this rough cloth is clearly their Mengshi Erlangjun—Meng Yue!
Even if this charcoal block is painted rough, it retains the most distinctive characteristics of the character, so that people can see at a glance who the painting is.
扈 Clenched his fist from the collar, sternly, "Come on, where did this thing come from?"
The gate guard, whose arm was whipped by a whip, was still hurting on the ground, and the husband didn't dare to hide anything, to be honest.
"If you go back to the army, this thing was found from under the grain bag. Before, before ... but this thing ..."
When the husband thought of the human head painted on the rough cloth, he suddenly sweated, and was disturbed.
"Grain bag?" I murmured from the head, jumped off the horse, waved the guy who was blocking the road, walked straight to the grain cart, and looked carefully, and found a rough cloth of the same texture, without painting Human head, but strange lines.
Instantly, his heart was cold, and he shouted, "Everyone checks the grain cart to see if there is anything suspicious!"
He was in a state of distress, and the guards on duty at this time were not helpless, and stepped forward to try to pull the sword.
"How come Diaomin, dare to hurt people in public?"
He sullenly froze from his head, and said, "I not only dare to hurt people, I dare to kill! Come again, kill you!"
As soon as his words fell, the soldiers responsible for escorting the food rushed forward, the guns guarded the city gate, and the two sides showed a confrontation. However, there are only twenty or thirty guards at the gate, and there are more than two hundred soldiers escorting food!
At this time, one to three coarse cloths of various sizes and sizes were found on each grain cart, and at first glance, it was known that they were torn apart.
Most coarse cloths have strange lines on them, and some coarse cloths have rough and ugly characters.
扈 With a cold face from his head, he slowly spliced ​​up the coarse cloth found, which turned out to be a picture!
There are some small characters written next to this picture, and I carefully identified from the head of the collar, and after reading it, his face was completely blue.
[Delivery is really slow. If you want Meng Yue to survive, quickly send food to this place, it is outdated. Meng Hunliu, the rebellious monk. 】
This, this is really arrogant!
I ca n’t wait to tear up all these coarse cloths from the boss, but he ca n’t do so. The words left by Meng Hun are already very clear. They need food and wait patiently. Life is lost.
If Meng Yue died, he would not survive.
(End of this chapter)