Chapter 226
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The food team set off again after a short rest in the teahouse. Hejian County was not far away. They just needed to hold on for another half a day and they would be able to get rid of the heavy task … Many cooks had the same thought, as if their limbs were full of energy again.
Finally, they arrived at the gate of Hejian County before sunset.
Because of the long queue, the head of the entourage couldn't rush in like before. He had to be patient and wait for his turn.
Just then, a clever-looking cook trotted to him and asked.
"Sir, will we be done as long as we deliver the food into the city?"
The head of the entourage rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Who told you that? Just wait for the order. Don't mind what you don't have to do! "
If the cook asked him, who would he ask?
The food team was huge and attracted a lot of attention along the way. Meng Hun should have known that they were coming.
However, he still didn't know what the thief wanted to do. Where, when, and how he would take over the food. The only thing he could do now was to wait patiently for the thief to send his men and hand over the food.
As he was thinking, it was almost his turn. The head of the entourage couldn't help but frown as he looked at the towering city gate.
Since the guards at the city gate were rotational and the guards on duty today were not the same as the previous ones, they didn't recognize the head of the entourage as the culprit of the murder at the city gate. They only saw the food team, so they couldn't help but feel suspicious.
A guard walked up and asked, "Where did you come from? What's in the cart? "
He looked at the cooks and the soldiers who were escorting the food with his beady eyes. He was thinking about how to get something out of them.
They had done this kind of thing many times. They secretly took advantage of the commoners entering and exiting the city gates and asked them to pay some money to show their filial piety. The commoners did not fight with the officials. Even if the guards of the city gates were not considered officials, most of the commoners would still grit their teeth and be taken advantage of.
As long as they didn't make a big deal out of it, the officials would turn a blind eye to it. That was why being a guard at the city gate was a lucrative job.
After saying that, the guard swaggered up and was about to search the food in the cart. He even pushed away a cook who was in his way.
The cook didn't dare to say anything. He just stared at the head of the entourage.
"It feels pretty solid … Can't you have someone in charge tell us what's in the car?"
The guard raised his hand and pressed on the sack of grain. Just by feeling it, he could more or less guess what was inside.
But he wanted to stir up trouble. Since the manager of the grain team took the initiative to give him money, he couldn't just let it go. So, he pretended to pull out the knife from his waist and stab the grain bag. "I think there's something wrong with the things in the cart. Let's open them and check!"
However, he had only pulled out half of his saber when a black whip descended from the sky and lashed at his arm, drawing out dripping blood.
"What a blind dog."
The head of the entourage put away his whip coldly and watched the guard rolling on the ground in pain.
The rest of the civilians noticed the commotion. They were all terrified, fearing that they would be hurt by the head of the entourage's whip.
"How dare you lowly dogs touch the grain escorted by the Meng's?"
With a sneer, the head of the entourage shouted, "Go!" The horse obediently moved forward and was about to enter the city.
At that moment, the cook in charge of the cart saw something. He was confused and pulled out the thing under the grain bag.
This thing … wasn't there before?
As soon as he unfolded it, he saw a black human head drawn on it. The cook was startled and screamed, which alerted the head of the entourage. He frowned impatiently and scolded, "What are you screaming for?"
The cook hurriedly knelt down regardless of the stones on the ground. His hands trembled as he held the rough cloth.
"Sir … I didn't mean to disturb you. It's just that … this damn thing …"
The thing in the cook's hands caught the head of the entourage's attention.
He rode forward and grabbed the rough cloth from the cook's hands. He unfolded it and his face darkened immediately.
How could he not see it when the cook couldn't?
The human head drawn on the rough cloth belonged to the Second Langjun of the Meng's — Meng Liang!
Even though the charcoal was rough, it retained the most distinctive features of the human head. It was easy to tell who the person was at first glance.
The head of the entourage clenched his fists and yelled, "Tell me, where did you get this?"
The guard whose arm was broken was still rolling on the ground in pain. The cook didn't dare to hide anything and told the truth.
"General, this thing was found under the grain sacks. Before, before … before … there was no such thing …"
The cook broke into a cold sweat and felt uneasy as he thought of the human head drawn on the rough cloth.
"Grain bag?" The head of the entourage murmured. He jumped off the horse and waved his hand to push away the cooks who were blocking his way. He walked straight to the cart and examined it carefully. To his surprise, he also found a piece of coarse cloth of the same texture. There were no human heads painted on it, but strange patterns.
All of a sudden, the head of the entourage felt a chill in his heart. He yelled, "Everyone, check the cart and see if there's anything suspicious!"
While he was feeling uneasy, the guards on duty did not let him go. They all stepped forward and tried to pull out their swords.
"Where did you come from? How dare you hurt people in public?"
The head of the entourage sneered and said, "I not only hurt people, but I also have the guts to kill people! I'll kill you if you come any closer! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers who were responsible for escorting the grain rushed forward and pointed their spears at the guards. The two sides were in a stalemate. However, there were only twenty to thirty guards at the gate, while there were more than two hundred soldiers escorting the grain.
At the moment, they found one to three pieces of rough cloth in different sizes on each cart. It was obvious that they were torn randomly.
Most of the rough cloth had strange patterns on them, and some of them were rough and ugly characters.
The head of the entourage put the rough cloth together with a cold face. It turned out to be a picture!
There were some small characters next to the picture. The head of the entourage read it carefully. His face turned purple after reading it.
"The delivery is so slow. If you want Meng Liang to live, send the grain here as soon as possible. We won't wait for you. Meng Hun, the traitor of the Meng's. "
This, this was so arrogant!
The head of the entourage wanted to tear all the rough cloth, but he couldn't do that. Meng Hun's words were very clear. They needed the grain badly and they were running out of patience. If they delayed any longer, Meng Liang's life would be in danger.
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