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  "Do I need to use my sword?" The man didn't even give Mozi a glance.

  "Maybe."

  "When I'm such a fool, why am I so easily deceived? If it's about sneaky things, don't think I'll do them. We martial artists, the most important thing is our moral integrity. My ancestor passed down this one thing, this Emerald Heart Sword, and the phrase: even if we're starving to death, we can't use our strength to take wealth from others. Otherwise, with my head spinning from hunger, I really want to sell this sword for some silver. Before burying my old man, I first went to the baozi shop across the street to buy two big meat buns. For these three days, that aroma has been haunting me, making the wild vegetable dry food I usually love to eat taste bad in my mouth, like I haven't eaten at all, and my stomach keeps growling...". The man in front of him completely ignored Mozi's presence, hanging his head down, talking from martial integrity to baozi, to finally complaining with gritted teeth, as if he would take out his sword and rob the baozi shop the next moment.

  "...Mozzie thought the man would be delighted to hear that he didn't have to sell himself to bury his father, but unexpectedly, he had his own ideas and was very vigilant. However, he was really wordy, talking a lot of nonsense while facing the ground, shaking his head, and muttering to himself. After hearing him out, she felt like the veins on her forehead were popping out."

  "She rubbed her temples, 'No need to steal, no need to rob. Apart from letting your father suffer a bit, you don't have to betray your grandfather or the martial arts of your family. Help me with something and I'll give you 50 taels of silver. You won't have to sell your grandfather's sword for two buns, and your father can be properly buried.'"

  The man suddenly raised his head. He was tall and big, and even kneeling down he wasn't much shorter than Mozi standing up. Mozi couldn't help but think, this poor fool, malnourished and yet so tall, if he were well-fed, wouldn't he grow into a two-meter giant?

  "Is what you just said true?" Her eyes sparkled, with a white glow inside, reflecting the steaming hot buns in front of her.

  Mozi couldn't help but laugh out loud, nodding repeatedly. "Really. If you don't believe me, I'll buy ten buns for you right now. Consider it my treat to you. If you listen to my request and can't do it, I won't even ask you to pay me back."

  "That's not necessary." The man refused bluntly, suddenly standing up and jumping a couple of times, as if exercising the joints that had been kneeling for a long time. "My dad said, people eat by their skills. If I can't help you, I'll continue to kneel."

  After he came back to himself, he didn't speak so much. Mozi secretly felt relieved, thinking that if she had to listen to a big man chattering in her ear, she really couldn't bear it.

  "My name is Zan Jin, what may I call you, little brother?" With both hands clasped in a fist, full of vigor.

  "Everyone calls me Mo Ge." Mo Zi also clenched a fist, but it was elegant and refined.

  "Mo Ge, tell me, what do you want me to do?" Zan Jin grasped the upright sword and pulled it upwards, hanging it at his waist.

  He was about to hand it over to him, but saw him turn around and walk towards the grass mat, squat down and start rolling up the mat.

  "What's going on here?" She was startled and wondered if...

  "If I'm doing something for you, it's definitely not going to be here. I have to bring my dad along too." With that attitude, they wanted to carry both the person and the sedan chair on their shoulders.

  His face turned purple and he broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself that this was indeed a filial son. Fortunately the weather wasn't too hot these days, otherwise after three days of kneeling, his father's smell wouldn't be very pleasant.

  "Good brother, you wait a bit, let me finish what I have to say, and then you can scold your dad later." If things go according to her plan, Zan will temporarily separate from his old man.

  He nodded and covered his father with the mat again, then turned around and said, "Right, I almost forgot. You just said you wanted my dad to suffer a bit. Go ahead, let me hear if he can take it."

  The purple ink smiled again, this person has a heart of a child, looking silly at first, but actually lovely. Maybe if I entrust this matter to him, it can be done. So, without hesitation, he walked up to him, under the wall root, avoiding the gaze of the crowd, and whispered to him in a low voice.

  Half an hour later, the sun rose a bit higher.

  A soldier guarding the city looked at the long queue leaving the city, rubbed his sleepless eyes for a night, and complained to his fellow head, "Captain, we've been on duty for two shifts in a row. When can we go back to sleep?"

  Another soldier immediately poured cold water on him, "You just dream. The whole city is catching people, each gate is guarded by heavy troops, who still remembers to change shifts for us? Wait, wait until the first corrupt official is caught, we will complete our task. Boss, you say is it?"

  The captain also had a tired expression, and his words were rough, "What are you waiting for? Wait until when to go? How many soldiers are sent to the north gate, west gate, I have no opinion. It's just that our east gate is facing our own door. The first corrupt official wants to escape, it's impossible to walk through the east gate. He either takes the waterway or the land route, neither of which has anything to do with us. The higher-ups let us set up a card, not a single suspicious person, but I'm so thirsty that my throat is parched, and my legs are all soft from standing."

  "Hey boss, I'll pour you a cup of tea, bring over a chair?" a soldier asked in a flattering tone.

  "What good tea do we have here? Besides, the city inspector might suddenly come and take a look, see me sitting in a chair, and scold me?" The captain gave his subordinate a pair of white eyes.

  "In my opinion, let's not waste our energy, roughly getting the point across is enough. This long queue has shortened, you can take a break now. What's there to fear when the officer arrives? Can he personally check the toilet?" Another soldier tries to curry favor more skillfully than the first one.

  "Take turns resting. I don't believe it, we've even pulled away the guards from the east gate, can't we even arrange for ourselves to take a break?" The captain straightened his back, "Brothers, cheer up, hold on for a bit longer. Once this batch of people leaving the city is gone, we'll take turns going back to sleep."

  The soldiers heard this and were not very satisfied in their hearts, but there was no way about it. Thinking that they could make up for a little sleep, the originally not very careful search became even more perfunctory.

  Just then, a large flatbed cart slowly made its way to the front of the procession.

  "What's in the cart, all bulging and whatnot?" asked the captain of the young fellow pulling it.

  "It's not goods, it's my dad." The man was Zan Jin. "Don't you remember me? Three days ago, I pulled my dad into the city with this same cart."

  The captain was not in a good mood, "So many people every day, how can I remember who is with whom? Why did you cover your father so tightly? Let me tell you, we are now catching the imperial court's fugitives, and when passing through the city gate, we need to check everyone's face before letting them go. Hurry up and call your father over."

  "My dad can't get up." Zan pouted, crying with a sad face, "Or you try calling him? If you can wake him up, I'll be your servant."

  The captain heard this and raised his eyebrows, staring with wide eyes, thinking he had met a troublemaker. "Hey, you little brat, looking for death?"

  Just as he was about to make his move, a small soldier next to him pulled him back and whispered in his ear, "Captain, your father is dead. You must remember, it was at the East Market, where that foolish big guy sold himself to bury his father after sticking a sword in."

  The captain suddenly remembered. He lifted a corner of the grass mat, saw the quilt underneath, and immediately jumped back three times, covering his nose, "A dead body? How many days has it been dead, and you're still using a quilt to cover it?"

  "Three days." Little Soldier said, carrying his stretcher.

  "It's not three days, it's thirty days. I came back from hunting in the mountains and my neighbor told me that my dad had passed away more than twenty days ago." Zan Jin said, his eyes brimming with tears.

  "My goodness, no wonder it smells like this." The crowd parted, clearing a path.

  "Bad luck, bad luck, really inauspicious. Smells like a corpse." The captain waved his hand as if to drive away the evil spirit.

  He nodded and shook his head, swung his shoulders, walked away calmly, turned back to look, as if the captain's words didn't count, he seemed very displeased.

  A little soldier asked, "Just now, should we take a look at whether it's his father down there or not."

  "No need, I can see clearly that the hair roots are yellow and scorched, just like when we entered the city." The little soldier who had just reminded the captain said with certainty.

  "That's it." The captain couldn't wait to get rid of one and said, "Next one, hurry up."

  A loud shout was heard and a horse carriage rushed over, on it was Xun Er smiling.

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