Tales from the Golden Platform Chapter 8

The next morning, Zhang Huhu saw Yang Ji'er in front of his log house. Yang Ji'er had been tied up with his hands cut behind his back by several Sabers members. As soon as he saw Zhang Huhu, he knelt down. He asked Zhang Huhu not to kill him, and also asked him not to let him become a sand baby again. In the middle of winter, Zhang Laohu only wore a satin jacket on his naked body, and opened the skirt to reveal his hairy chest and abdomen. Every black curly hair on his chest and abdomen shows his superhuman cruelty and ability to understand cruelty. When Yang Jier said that he wanted to be a member of the Sabers under him, he understood what the other person was thinking. He took a saber from the team members and threw it in front of Yang Ji'er. Yang Ji'er held it in both hands and bowed to him three times.

"Take a human head as a greeting gift."

"Whose is it?"

"Take it from whomever you want."

Yang Jier got up and left. Half an hour later he killed the first sand baby.

After Yang Ji'er became a member of the Sabers, Zhang Huhu stopped letting him kill people wantonly. That's the labor force. Killing too many will affect the amount of gold produced, unless the sand baby who runs away with the gold is caught. Over the past three years, Yang Ji'er only had five Sha babies killed. He often beat his heart anxiously and often looked at the valley to pray for forgiveness from the dead. Among those undead was the rebel company commander--his biological brother.

Zhang Laohu leaves the ancient gold farm once a year, taking gold and bodyguards to places with women to enjoy the scenery. After going out for a year, he bought property in his hometown and married a wife, which delayed him for some time. This provided Yang Jier with an opportunity. He and several other members of the Sabers monitored more than two hundred sand babies carrying leather bags across the valley. At the place where thirty-five rebels were killed, he used a wooden stick to knock down a sand baby on the pretext of walking slowly. baby. Others stopped to intercede for the beaten Shawa. He said whoever stops is slacking off. He called aside all the sand babies who had stopped to intercede, counted fourteen in total, and said to them, "Stop working, you can rest today." Then he took off a slender and flexible leather rope from his waist. People didn't resist and didn't know what he was going to do. They thought that this kind of punishment of being tied up would be much easier and more tolerable than being beaten. Moreover, tying the hands and feet meant rest, which the sleepy body and limp legs needed the most. Just lean firmly on the ground.

The leather bags were removed from their backs, and Yang Ji'er tied their legs together from the base of their legs to their ankles with leather ropes. He put his hands behind his back, tied his wrists, and tied them around his neck. Then the leather rope is extended to tie up another sand baby. There were three feet between people, and fourteen sand babies were tied in a row. The two ends of the leather rope were tied to two stable rocks. Someone couldn't stand firmly and fell to the ground. Then there was a roar and a wheeze of wanting to breathe out but not being able to breathe out, just like the sound of horses and horses opening their mouths and sticking out their tongues to fight against suffocation in the hot sun on a thirsty day. Because the man who fell on the ground tightened the leather rope, he and the people on both sides of him were all tightened by the leather rope. Yang Jier let out a ferocious laugh, and the punished sand babies realized that the leather rope was a rope of death. The man who fell to the ground could not stand up, and struggled in vain on the ground. The leather rope was pulled tighter and tighter. He and the people on both sides of him had their mouths half-opened in pain, and their nostrils were round, long and black. The nose hairs came out and squirmed up and down. Those sand babies who were still carrying heavy loads passed by them, looking at this new trick of treating people in amazement, fearing that they would be strung up by ropes, their pace suddenly quickened, and each one became energetic, as if someone else was using it. The pain gave them the strength to work hard. Yang Jier squatted aside to watch his masterpiece with an expression of gloating. This was not his invention. Farmers in his hometown who resisted rent and grain were once punished in this way by executioners from the county government. At that time, he was almost strung on a rope, but he ran away and became a soldier.

The man who fell to the ground didn't move. Yang Ji'er saw that the sand baby on his left showed two rows of brand-new yellow teeth, biting the leather rope and pulling hard towards him. The leather rope was loosened around his neck, but the man who fell to the ground had difficulty breathing. After a while, Yang Ji'er concluded that the man had been strangled, so he went over and cut the leather rope around his neck, and connected the two ends in the air. The sand baby who bit the leather rope never let go, and kept pulling the leather rope towards him with his teeth. The leather rope was pulled into the soft neck of the sand baby next to him. The sand baby's eyes bulged and he opened his mouth to suck in the air, but the door to breathing had been closed, and the air was blocked as soon as it reached his mouth. But the man biting the leather rope with his teeth felt much more comfortable. There was no pressure on his throat, and the leather rope hung loosely in front of his chin. He lowered his head, rubbed the rope loop with his chin, and moved it to his mouth bit by bit. The leather rope tightened even more, and the sand baby near him suddenly fell down, his body twisted a few times and then froze. He knew that the man had been strangled, and even though the corners of his mouth were bleeding and his gums felt the pain of teeth growing in, there was no longer any danger of being strangled. He gasped loudly and looked at Yang Ji'er with great pity, fearing that the other party would put the rope around his neck again. But Yang Ji'er's face was filled with approval, he smiled at him, turned around and left. He understood that if one person came out alive on this tight rope, one or two others would fall down and die. There is only one situation that can keep them all alive, that is, no one can try to relieve the pressure on their necks, and no one should think about letting themselves live first. Everyone can endure the torture together, share the pain equally, hold on tight and don't move. Don't even touch the leather cord with your teeth. However, the sand babies seemed to have no idea of   this and were all willing to do what they could to escape the blackmail first. Yang Ji'er looked back and found that all the remaining living people were grinning and biting the leather rope. This is different from the situation just now. Everyone is pulling, and everyone wants the leather rope to move towards them. A kind of wrestling on the chain made them all sweat profusely and their energy was particularly concentrated. Someone suddenly let go due to lack of strength. Before the eldest brother could finish begging the other person to stop exerting force, the leather rope silently slipped from the Adam's apple and sank into the loose flesh. Within two minutes he rolled his eyes and fell down. Yang Ji'er nodded with satisfaction and walked away confidently and boldly. As he walked, he sang a song: "Water radish in the mountains, fields in the river,

He who kills the rich man is a good man;

Blue silk and red silk,

Become a food eater and pull your eggs. 】

In the afternoon, when Yang Jier was monitoring the sand babies who were transporting leather bags and passed by again, his expression became even more proud and satisfied. Among the fourteen people, six held the leather ropes around their necks loosely in their mouths. They were alive and well, but their heads were drooped, their eyes were dull, and they looked exhausted. All the other sand babies were strangled to death, which was the price of survival for the survivors. Yang Ji'er untied the ropes for the living people and said happily, I will give you a holiday tomorrow. The next day, he did not let the six people go to work.

What happened next was that Yang Jier asked Sha Wa to take off four heads for him. When the two sand babies heard that Zhang Laohu was not there, they cut open his calves with a knife, put a few hidden pieces of gold inside, tied them tightly with cloth strips, and planned to escape. But they did not expect that the vigilance against Sha Wa would be even tighter than when Zhang Laohu was in battle. Yang Ji'er stopped them at the end of the valley that connected to the river. They were so frightened that they could not kneel or speak. They crawled on the ground, trembling all over. Yang Ji'er had an idea and restrained himself from using his saber to exercise his power. Instead, he threw it to them. He took out the thumb-sized piece of placer gold that Zhang Laohu gave him at the beginning and said, "Take two places for each person." When the baby's head comes, I will let you go and reward you with a piece of gold."

The two sand babies straightened up and were stunned for a long time.

"If you don't kill me, I will kill you."

Yang Ji'er bent down to pick up his saber, but a sand baby pounced on it and pressed it down with his body.

The two sand babies walked back carrying a saber, and before dawn handed the four heads to Yang Ji'er, who had been waiting at the mouth of the valley. They were afraid that Yang Ji'er would break his promise, so they crawled to the ground again and begged for mercy. Xing Ji'er laughed heartily: "I, Yang Ji'er, am a man of trust, take it!"

He threw the piece of sand gold to the two sand babies whose lives were in his hands. The two sand babies kowtowed until their foreheads became numb. When they looked up, they saw that Yang Ji'er had already disappeared. This was the only successful move in many years for the sand babies to escape from the gold mining field with gold.

Zhang Huhu learned about these two things when he came back. He was unhappy, not because he felt pity for the dead sand babies, but because of a jealous instinct that made him not want to see anyone who was as sadistic as him. He wanted to move Yang Ji'er's head, or take away his saber, and let him become a sand baby who could be slaughtered by others, but after careful consideration, he still didn't make a move. He thought of the underground pit on the golden platform, where Yang Ji'er's power might become the most useful thing.

Zhang Laohu married a wife and started a family, which shows his tendency or worry: he has worked in the ancient gold field for more than 20 years, and there is no way he will work until the day he dies. He will endure hardships in the first half of his life and enjoy happiness in the second half. Save your life. One day he will completely leave the ancient gold field, and the arrival of this day does not seem to be based on his own will. He is a Han Chinese, and he knows that Ma Bufang does not really value him except using his ferocity to steal gold. He thought more than ever about the Tongdi Pit on the Golden Platform, where his final madness and last hope would lie. However, the realization of this hope has been delayed for three years. In the past three years, Ma Bufang, who was already wary of him, often sent people to inspect the gold farm. He did not dare to break ground rashly because his purpose of digging the pit was not to increase Ma Bufang's wealth. Three years have passed. Due to the changes in the world, that hope has been extinguished. However, Yang Jier has basically realized his long-cherished wish in these three years: he has killed thirty-four sand babies in total. There is still one person left, so he is not in a hurry. He wants to save it to vent his genetic hatred that is soaked in his bones.

One summer three years later, Zhang Laohu suddenly called Yang Ji'er to his log house. His first words were, the sand babies are going to riot, what do you think we should do? Yang Ji'er was slightly surprised. He had never heard of such a thing. What surprised him even more was that Zhang Laohu, who had always been arrogant and cruel, actually asked him this question. He asked tentatively, "Do you want my saber to curl up?" Zhang Laohu pondered and suddenly replied pleasantly: "I want you to leave quickly." He wondered what the overlord in front of him was trying to do to him. What a trick, but after being stunned for a while, he realized that Zhang Laohu just wanted to take advantage of his bravery and cruelty to transport a batch of gold hidden under the log house to his hometown of Weizi Village.

Yang Jier was ordered to leave Gujin Field with six Sabers members. He was happy because he no longer wanted to have trouble with the sand babies. The day after they crossed the Tanggut Gorge, an unprecedented and cruel massacre deep in the ancient gold field began. Zhang Huhu prepared to kill all Sha Wa by taking the first fifty pills every day. The Sand Babies didn't notice anything unusual at first, thinking that those who died must have caused trouble for Zhang Laohu. They deserved to die and deserved to live. They didn't remember that they had caused trouble, so they didn't expect that they would die too. In this state of paralysis, the massacre continued for seven days. Three hundred and fifty heads are already hanging on the green tree. Only then did the living feel that death was only one step away from them. They started to escape in tandem with each other. More than a thousand sand babies scattered around the wilderness overnight. What followed was a chase. The cold light of the saber flashed in every corner of this wild land. Only a few lucky people escaped this inexplicable accident. And very natural looting.

The world outside Gujinchang is performing a tragedy and comedy of changing dynasties.

Yang Jier arrived at Weizi Village and handed over all the gold to Zhang Hu's wife. The daughter-in-law held her son in her arms, checked and accepted it meticulously, and then asked them to hide the gold in the kang hole. At this time, the news that Ma Bufang fled to Taiwan by plane had come, and several Sabers members quietly slipped away. They all carried more or less gold with them, threw away their sabers, disguised themselves, and went straight to their hometowns in panic. Only Yang Ji'er stayed, saying that he wanted to do his duty faithfully. The daughter-in-law was so moved that she entertained her with good rice and wine every day, fearing that in this turbulent autumn there would be no man in the house and she would be left homeless.

A month later, Zhang Huhu came back from the ancient gold field. There was no bodyguard around him. The Sabers dispersed, and it was he who ordered them to disperse. He seemed overjoyed when he saw Yang Ji'er. He grabbed a lot of broken gold from his pocket and stuffed it into his arms, saying that it was a reward for his loyalty. Yang Jier fell to his knees and kowtowed three times solemnly. Zhang Huhu didn't expect that this was a gift from the other party to him. He also asked his wife to warm wine and cook vegetables, saying that he would become brothers with this rebel hero. While drinking, Zhang Huhu felt sad and angry.