Chapter 792 Dongchuang Incident (1)
Ma Yuan was very confused, he didn't seem to do anything, how did he scare the other party like that? Could it be that the other party doesn't want to be seen with a scar on his face? It's not like he has never seen some people with strong self-esteem and can't face their flaws calmly. In the past, Lao Wang next door was crippled, and he always avoided seeing people. But the way the young man looked at him just now didn't look like he was simply ashamed, but vaguely familiar, as if he knew him.
But how is this possible? This is Nanjiang, not Xiliang, so he has no acquaintances in Nanjiang, except Huangfushan.
Ma Yuan couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking about it and focused on boiling water.
After a while, the cook came back with a string of copper coins in his hand, so he knew it without saying anything, and went to gamble again. The cottages are built in the wilderness, unlike the market which has a variety of recreational activities, they often pass the time by gambling or drinking in their spare time. The cook had a smile on his face, he should have won.
Sure enough, the cook collected the money, opened the cupboard, cut a piece of marinated pork belly and stuffed it into his mouth, happily said: "Xiucai, I won a lottery today, I will go shopping in a few days, do you want to bring you some?" what?"
Ma Yuan realized that the other party had identified the wrong person, and hurriedly said, "Brother, it's me."
The cook paused his hand for cutting the second slice of pork belly, looked intently at the stove, and said, "Oh, it's you! Why are you boiling water? Where's the scholar?"
"You mean the man with the scar on his face just now? He went out."
"Well, it's him!" The cook ate another piece of pork belly, his appetite whetted, and he cut up a large piece, chopped garlic, green onions, and ginger, poured some sesame oil, soy sauce, and seasoned vinegar for a cold dressing, and served it to him. Ma Yuan came forward and said, "Try it! I marinated it in the morning, it's fresh! If it's not for your barbecue at night, you have to eat this!"
Ma Yuan didn't have much appetite, but he still ate a piece, and finally understood why his poor cooking skills were favored by everyone.
The cook ate quite happily, he was fat, and his appetite was larger than ordinary people, so everyone was full but he was already hungry, he ate so much that he drooled, and he didn't forget to murmur: "Damn scholar, I don't know where he died! Don't expect me to keep it for him!"
Thinking of the young man's eyes, Ma Yuan felt an urge to understand him, and asked, "Why do you call him a scholar?"
"Because he is the only literate person in the cottage!" The cook ate several pieces of meat, burped, and continued eating.
"Since he can read and write, why did he become a native..." He wanted to say bandit, but paused, Ma Yuan changed his words, "Brother in the cottage."
"Did he not do it? I didn't pick him up for nothing! He lost half his life, how much did I spend to treat him!" the cook said spitting.
It turned out that he was forced, and he was also a poor person. Ma Yuan secretly sighed, and asked, "Where did you find him?"
The cook said: "On the hillside at the junction of Linzi and Jun County, he seems to be being chased by two Xiliang officers and soldiers. I killed the officers and soldiers and rescued him."
You should catch him back, right? The corner of Ma Yuan's mouth twitched: "Why was he chased by officers and soldiers? What country is he from?"
"It seems to be from Xiliang. He wanted to escape to southern Xinjiang, but was discovered by the officers and soldiers. The officers and soldiers wanted to catch him back. Fortunately, he met me." The cook said happily while eating.
"When did this happen?"
"Last year, what was it like at the end of the year? November or December, I don't remember, but it was pretty cold anyway."
At that time, he was stationed in Linzi. It stands to reason that he escaped a Xiliang man during his tenure, so he should be easily investigated, but the situation is stronger than others, and he cannot protect himself.
(end of this chapter)