The South Gate of Suzhou is the only gate still open.
On this day, a group of people suddenly came out.
The people near the city gate were stunned.
This is a strong team.
There were not many people, probably only a dozen or so, but they were all dressed in black costumes, and their faces were covered with black half-masks that covered their noses downwards, exposing their foreheads and eyes.
Each of them had cold and solemn eyes, making people dare not look directly at them.
Not far from the city gate, the whole team jumped off the horse and pulled out the long cloth bag tied underneath from the horse's belly.
What are these people doing?
The soldiers on duty came to check.
In order to prevent the victims from mutiny, the victims are now stopped one mile away from the city gate.
On the contrary, the area in front of the city gate is empty, and many soldiers are stationed there.
I saw those people opening the cloth bag, and there were shovels and wooden boards inside.
A man who looked like a leader looked at the place and used the shovel in his hand to draw a straight line more than ten feet long.
He also drew two vertical short lines at both ends to form a flat "Zi" shape.
Then, everyone started digging holes along the drawn lines.
Nowadays, even the work of digging holes requires such strong people to do it.
"Brother," a soldier said to the leader: "What are you doing?"
At first glance, these people are not ordinary people, and the soldiers are also very polite.
The leader looked at the soldier coldly, took out a waist badge without saying a word, and slapped it on the soldier's palm.
On one side is a wolf head with its mouth open and howling, on the other side are three large vertical characters: Wolf Guard, and below are three small horizontal characters: Ruan Chenshan.
The soldier wanted to slap himself.
The Wolf Guards, also known as the Black Guards, cannot be commanded unless they are relatives of the emperor.
These people dressed in black look like Wolf Guards, aren't they?
Respectfully returning the belt card with both hands, the soldier quickly went to report to his captain.
In a blink of an eye, the captain arrived with the entire team of soldiers.
Of course, I didn't dare to disturb him, so I just watched from the side.
Maybe you can help me with something?
After looking at it for a while, I really didn’t see the point.
The Wolf Guards lived up to their reputation.
They quickly dug out a shallow trench about a foot deep and a foot wide.
Then they inserted wooden boards into the shallow ditch and erected reinforcements along both sides, turning into a virtual wooden board sandwiched between the walls.
About half a person Looks tall.
"What can this thing do?"
A soldier behind the captain couldn't help but muttered: "Just kick it hard and it will fall down."
"Watch carefully, it's not finished yet."
The captain scolded casually.
"Boss Zhao, you are so proud, go and ask around."
Bingyouzi didn't care about this.
He was itching and couldn't scratch his head, so he encouraged the captain.
Mr.
Zhao himself was very curious, and to be honest, it was really uncoordinated to bring up such a thing suddenly in this place.
If someone were to pursue him later, it would be hard to explain.
He immediately walked over to the leading wolf guard and coughed in his throat.
Seeing the captain coming, the leader was somewhat kind: "Zhao, let me borrow this place for one day.
I will take these things away later if you don't need to keep them."
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Hearing that someone knew his surname and position, Mr.
Zhao was very happy, which meant that the Wolf Guards had also inquired in advance and knew that he was guarding the south gate.
But what do you mean by the last sentence?
Why do you make it sound like we want to keep it?
"What is this going on?"
Mr.
Zhao asked.
"Suzhou Stone."
What the hell is this?
Mr.
Zhao is a native of Suzhou and has never heard of Suzhou Stone.
Although there are a lot of stones in Suzhou, most of them are limestone, which is used to burn lime.
Soon, several Wolf Guards moved things down from the horses behind and began to knead the mud.
Mr.
Zhao secretly took a look at the leader of the Wolf Guards and saw only a resolute profile.
He couldn't help but question the usefulness of the Wolf Guards.
I heard that all the Wolf Guards are very skilled, but what are they doing now?
Digging holes and mud, playing house.
The reconciled viscous mud was poured into the interlayer of wooden boards, and then nothing happened.
More than a dozen wolf guards lined up on both sides, guarding the wall made of mud and wood.
They remained motionless as if they had transformed into stone pillars.
Look at the wolf guards, they even play house so high and have to guard it, as if the low wall is made of gold.
After looking at Mr.
Zhang for half an hour, he couldn't see a single flower, so he turned around and left angrily.
There were too many victims and too many chores to do.
Mr.
Zhang really had no time or inclination to look at this boring object.
However, there was such a big movement outside the city gate, and it gradually spread.
In the evening, Chen Yuanbo came over.
Chen Yuanbo is a senior staff member of the prefect Zhang Boan.
In fact, after Magistrate Zhang sent Chen Yuanbo, he originally thought that after discussing something with his wife, he would come over and have a look, but he really couldn't leave.
His proud beard was grabbed by the lady.
"No," Mrs.
Zhang shouted angrily, "You old thing, don't expect me to agree."
In fact, Zhang Bo'an is only about forty years old, and he is quite well maintained.
Some people believe that he has just passed his thirties, but this does not prevent Mrs.
Zhang from shouting the word "old thing" very clearly.
The madam and the master started fighting, and all the servants were so frightened that they ran away.
Seeing the embarrassment of the old man, it seemed that there would be no good end, and it would not be much better if the madam used it as a temporary punching bag.
"Let go first.
Let's talk it over."
Magistrate Zhang felt sorry for his beard and was afraid that his wife would tear off a few strands in a fit of anger, which would not be good-looking.
Therefore, although the madam's hand strength was not strong, the magistrate was still pulled to the point where he staggered.
"Don't let go."
Mrs.
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Zhang was filled with sadness and anger, tears rolling down her face: "How easy is it for us to follow you and stay in this hellish place?
You have no conscience, and you actually have Wen Mao's ideas."
"What do you mean by plotting against Wen Mao?
Isn't Wen Mao my son too?"
Magistrate Zhang took advantage of his wife's distraction and grabbed the root of his beard with one hand, and with the other hand he pried off the lady's fingers one by one: "I haven't As for you, you have the nerve to get angry at me."
"Tell me."
Mrs.
Zhang let go of Magistrate Zhang's beard, straightened her back, and sneered: "If you are still reasonable, just tell me, I want to hear what I have to say."
The beard was finally free.
Magistrate Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his chin distressedly, and used his hands as a comb to smooth out the messy beard, feeling that he had found a little dignity again.
He coughed twice in his throat first, and then said: "Look, what have you taught these two children to do?"
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