An extraordinary life journey through old Beijing courtyard houses

"Weren't you the ones who robbed people outside Dongzhimen three days ago?"

The guy was honest enough to reply, "Yes, sir."

That makes sense; these people wouldn't block you for no reason.

It must have been because he inquired about their information and alerted them, which led to the murder to silence him.

However, he always felt that something was amiss.

"Are you from outside Beijing, or are you locals?"

"Our hometown is Daxing. The year before last, the village was surrounded, and half of the able-bodied men were conscripted."

"There were five of us brothers, and we escaped together. Now only the three of us are left."

Jiang Baobin frowned: "Deserters? Aren't you bandits from Yanqing?"

"I did stay there for two days, but I just couldn't stand it. Life in the forest was too tough."

Jiang Baobin chuckled to himself: These are just a few pampered thieves, living a carefree life now, but they've lost their lives.

How did you know I was looking for you?

That's a skillful question. Once the other party answers, you have to tell the truth.

Sure enough, the guy answered honestly:

"Tiger Master's apprentice, Lao Ba, is from the same hometown as us. He's the one who told us the news."

Jiang Baobin then asked, "Was it him who told you about the steel rolling mill's wage cut-off?"

"Yes."

"What's his name...?"

At this moment, the deserter only cared about saving his own life, disregarding all code of honor: "His name is Xu Xingliang."

Did Jiang Hu participate in betraying me?

"No, it was all Xu Xingliang's doing. It was also his idea to portray us as bandits."

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"They said it was to fool the master, so he wouldn't be able to find us, and then we'd be safe."

"If you're trying to fool me, why did you try to rob me?"

"Xu Xingliang suddenly came to see me yesterday and said that I work for foreigners and am very rich."

"Let us kidnap him; we can make a fortune. If all else fails, just kill me to prevent future trouble."

"That kid's a real scoundrel," Jiang Baobin cursed inwardly.

Why did he say that?

The deserter shook his head.

"Did Xu Xingliang also receive benefits from you?"

"Yes, sir. He tipped us off about which families were rich, and we'd give him a kickback after we succeeded."

"Like this time when the steel mill closed its payroll, we gave him 200 gold yuan."

"This time he tipped us off, saying that the boss was looking for us, so we gave him another 100."

By this time, the deserter was very weak, and his lips were pale.

"Sir, please save me, I... I'm going to die."

Seeing Jiang Baobin's mocking expression, he clearly thought that Jiang was indulging in wishful thinking.

Desperate to save his own life, the deserter was willing to do anything: "Sir, please save my life."

"I'll tell you exactly where we've hidden all the treasure we've plundered over the years!"

Jiang Baobin casually asked, "You hid the money? Shouldn't you have sent it back to your hometown?"

Jiang Baobin didn't believe his nonsense.

These people live for today and have no tomorrow. They squander their money as soon as they have it, so where is there anything left?

Besides, his interest in money is much less now than when he first transmigrated here.

He already has a lot of money, and he'll have even more in the future.

The world is about to change, and by then, you won't be able to spend your money at all; it might even bring you trouble.

At this moment, Jiang Baobin had already noticed someone peeking around at the entrance of the alley.

However, upon seeing several corpses, the man was so frightened that he immediately shrank back.

Jiang Baobin's mind raced, trying to figure out how to handle the aftermath without leaving any trouble.

The simplest way, of course, is to kill him to silence him.

The deserter, still struggling to survive, answered with difficulty, "Sir, there really is treasure."

"We are deserters. We can't keep our money at home, so we buried it outside."

"Then how can I trust you?" Jiang Baobin asked evasively, glancing at both sides.

"Sir, you must believe me. I, Niu San'er, may dare to kill and commit arson, but I never lie..."

By this time, people were peeking inside, including a patrolman with smelly feet.

The scene here is too bloody, so no one dares to come over.

Jiang Baobin took out a handkerchief from his pocket and poked two holes in it.

They cut strips of cloth from the deserters' clothes and made them into face coverings from handkerchiefs.

It seems I'll have to make my own special one to carry with me from now on.

Oh dear, what's going on here?

While doing all this, he was also chatting nonsense with the deserters:

"No, you have to tell me where you hid it first before I can save you."

"Otherwise, if I take you to the hospital and you change your mind, who am I supposed to ask for help from?"

The deserter had almost bled to death, his brain was severely oxygen-deprived and completely malfunctioning, so he said:

"I...I said, we hid the treasure in a dilapidated temple on Phoenix Ridge..."

Jiang Baobin leaned closer and listened to him finish.

Then he grabbed the deserter's clothes by the front and dragged him for more than ten steps.

It would have been better if he hadn't done that; this whole ordeal was too much for the deserters to handle.

After two spasms, it kicked its legs.

Jiang Baobin closed his wide-eyed eyes—he's a good person, saving me the trouble of doing it myself.

After all, Jiang Baobin was still a little apprehensive about dealing with someone who was completely defenseless.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

Jiang Baobin also stopped taking the bus and walked back instead.

Because carrying a sword would make him too conspicuous, he went to a music store and bought a guitar.

This thing has a case, which is perfect for putting the sword in.

As he approached the gate of the villa area, an elderly American military policeman sitting under the wall, basking in the sun, curiously stared at the violin case he was carrying.

Jiang Baobin walked straight in without looking to the side.

Damn it! These bastards were only eyeing me.

"Third Brother, what did you buy?" Jiang Daya asked curiously.

"The guitar is also called a six-string guitar."

"Why buy it? It's not cheap, is it?"

"Stop talking about money all the time. This is called cultivating one's character. From now on, your brother is going to practice self-discipline."

Jiang Daya pursed her lips, clearly not believing it.

Okay, Jiang Baobin is really tired, especially after taking down several people today!

It really made him... how should I put it, he really didn't want to be a bloodthirsty person.

Although he knew that these guys were just NPCs made up of numbers.

But I just don't feel comfortable.

He wanted to get married and have a few children (this was his thought after his rebirth; in his previous life, he wouldn't have even dared to have such a thought).

Then he would live a peaceful and stable life, which had always been his ideal.

Instead of living in constant fear and violence like we do now.

After that, Jiang Baobin kept practicing his martial arts, trying to use physical exhaustion to forget his previous unpleasantness.

After dinner, he locked himself in his room.

Don't worry, he's not withdrawn; he's just counting the money he looted from three deserters, hehe.

Some experts have summarized that there are many ways to relieve a bad mood.

But the two most reliable options are: one is to eat delicious food, and the other is to count money.

This harvest was quite good: I got twenty or thirty silver dollars.

There were also a few loose silver ingots, a small yellow croaker, a watch, a pocket watch, and some jewelry...

Without gold yuan notes, the deserters were obviously not stupid; once they got their hands on those notes, they spent them quickly.

When I turned the money bag to the very bottom, to my surprise, a few gold teeth suddenly appeared...