There is actually nothing outstanding about this little story.
But Xu Tong was particularly interested in this, because under the story, there was a date written on July 28, 1968, at 10 o'clock in the evening, Guo Alley.
And today happens to be July 26th.
This is a bit interesting. Based on the time and place, can I find Mr. Song in this script space?
When he thought of this, he suddenly felt a little excited.
Tonight, Chang Miao came back earlier than usual. It was obvious that he was in a good mood. After receiving his wages today, he bought some pork liver and a bottle of wine.
Then he cooked two side dishes himself and called Xu Tong to come and eat together.
After getting along for the past two days, Chang Miao felt good about Xu Tong, the unexpected guest.
After all, life will be more comfortable if there is someone to talk to.
Coupled with the fact that Xu Tongren is also very easy-going, he naturally becomes Chang Miao's emotional trash can. After drinking too much, he can't help but complain in his heart about the hardships he has suffered over the years.
Listening to this, Xu Tong couldn't help but sigh that the fate of the future True Lord Bai Shi was also miserable enough.
In fact, their family was originally a middle-class farmer with a few acres of land. His father was a carpenter and his mother was good at needlework. She could always earn some money from sewing and mending every month to supplement the family income.
However, a few years ago, there was a severe drought and the crops failed. His parents were too old to survive, so he was the only one left in the family.
It happened that the house was dilapidated and leaking, and they managed to survive the severe drought. However, floods broke out again, and their home was immediately washed away.
My parents are gone, my home is gone, I am alone and confused.
I rely on this abandoned Laojun Temple to have a place to stay and sleep, and I have been able to survive until now by hauling dung trucks for others every day.
He felt that Lao Junye had protected him, so he stayed here by himself. In the past few years, he had forgotten his own name. He claimed to be Taoist Changmiao, but behind his back everyone called him Taoist Shit.
He didn't care what it was called. The last thought in his mind was to cultivate this Taoist temple. It was this thought that supported him. Otherwise, he would have jumped into the well and ended the suffering in the world.
Chang Miao was so good at drinking that he actually didn't know how to drink at all. After eating two mouthfuls of pork liver, he drank a glass of wine. Before Xu Tong could finish half the glass of wine, he lay on the shabby wooden bed and fell asleep.
"Mom and Dad, I miss you."
Under the candlelight, Chang Miao hugged the quilt with tears falling down her face. The smile that slightly raised the corner of her mouth made people feel sad.
Xu Tong stood up and covered the legend with a quilt. After exiting the room, he lay on a chair in the yard with half-squinted eyes. When he turned his hand, the cute little pig appeared in his hand.
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It's a pity that it can't talk, otherwise it can chat with him. Xu Tong found an iron box for him and threw it in it, asking him about Thousand Hands and writing as much as he knew.
Besides Qianju, there is also news about others.
Promise him that as long as he is willing to help you, you may be able to help him, and it is not impossible to give him a chance to resurrect him.
As soon as he heard that he was willing to help him resurrect his soul, the Taoist's two pig ears stood up, and he started writing with a charcoal pen, writing down everything he knew.
After writing for half an hour, I finished writing on both sides of a piece of paper before handing it to Xu Tong.
He picked it up and took a look, and was surprised that the Taoist knew a lot.
The Taoist man really didn't know why Qian Hand wanted Zhang Yong and others to kill, but he knew from his friends that this time the world's masters were gathered in L City, and it was said that a heavy treasure was born.
But Chongbao is just a pretext, the real target is people.
It is not clear who the Taoist is specifically targeting, but Qian Shu has said that this is the last great opportunity after Yuan Datou ascends the throne.
Once they miss it, people like them are destined to become the dust of history and will never be restored.
Xu Tong looked at what the Taoist said and didn't take it seriously, because he knew that this guy must still be telling the truth. He squeezed out bit by bit like toothpaste, for fear that Xu Tong would throw him in if the squeeze was empty.
It is understandable that you should go into the fire and save some truth to save your life at critical moments.
But he is not in a hurry. This guy doesn't speak, so he has many ways to slowly grind him down. At the moment, it is most important to find out who the people around Senju are, what their names are, and their origins.
After reading the list provided by the Taoist, Xu Tong nodded, threw the Taoist into the iron box, closed the lid and threw it into the room.
Putting the [Jack Mask] on his face, his appearance changed into that of Chang Miao. He also changed into shabby clothes, and then rode out the door on Chang Miao's bicycle.
Today was the day he had made an appointment with Gao Zhuo. The two had agreed to exchange clues at the Drum Tower. Taking advantage of the darkness, he quietly climbed up the Drum Tower and hid the message written by the Taoist on the top of the big drum.
Press it with a stone.
The top of this drum tower is locked, and most people won't come up at all, so I don't worry about being taken away by others. I checked the time and saw that it was only around four in the morning. I finally made it out and I was not in a hurry to go back.
Standing on the Drum Tower and looking around, I saw a dim light bulb lighting up the street not far from the Drum Tower.
"Huh???"
When he came, it was completely dark over there, and he didn't even notice that there was a store open over there. His eyesight was very good, and it was night, so with the blessing of dark vision, he could see the door at a glance.
There is also a sign hanging in front: "Beef Offal Soup."
"So early??" Looking at the words on the sign, Xu Tong couldn't help but feel hungry. He happened to be hungry himself, so he went back after eating enough, and brought some for Chang Miao and Fool.
Take one back.
Thinking of this, Xu Tong jumped off the Drum Tower and rode his bicycle towards the shadows ahead.
L City is known as the Soup City, and people's love for soup is as much a necessity as the old gentlemen in Paris drink coffee in the morning.
It was only four o'clock in the morning, and dim light bulbs lit up the street.
I could see that the huge iron pot was already steaming and bubbling. You could see the beef tumbling in the pot popping up from time to time and then sinking quickly.
"A bowl of soup and a cake!"
Sitting at the front desk was a young man about the same age as Xu Tong, holding an old book and reading intently. Suddenly, after hearing Xu Tong's words, he raised his head in surprise and glanced at the wind chime hanging at the door.
Seeing that the wind chime didn't move, the young man's eyebrows relaxed a lot.
After taking the money, I got up and made soup.
Xu Tong looked at the changes between the young man's brows, and suddenly felt strange. He turned back and glanced at the wind chime, but didn't see anything. He just felt that the young man's eyes seemed a bit strange just now.
He seemed surprised to have come in.
Looking at the soup restaurant in front of me again, I may have arrived too early. Apart from him and the young boss, there was only a middle-aged man wearing a small vest sitting in the corner.
"It's cool outside today. It's most comfortable to eat outside. It's too stuffy in the house." The young man said to Xu Tong while handing over the bowl filled with soup.
Xu Tong looked back at the small bench at the door and shook his head: "I'm not in the habit of sitting on the small bench."
After saying that, he sat on the table with the bowl in hand.
Seeing him like this, the young man didn't know what to say. He looked at the time, then sat back down at the front desk and held the book "Book, Sword, Enmity and Enmity".
In the steaming big bowl, there is a thick layer of red oil floating on top, with chopped green onions and coriander floating on top. The aroma rises when you use the chopsticks.
This shop only makes beef offal soup, but the taste of it made Xu Tong's eyes light up. He took a sip. The soup was fat and fresh, with an aftertaste of beef offal. The beef liver and intestines in it were moderately soft and hard, and the taste was...
It's cooked just right, not hard or woody.
Pair it with a pancake and soak it in. After it is soaked in the broth, it will have a unique flavor.
Just like the old gentlemen in Paris who can refill their cups of coffee, the soup is infinitely refillable. Xu Tong drank a bowl first, then shouted to the boss to refill the soup for him, plus two large pancakes.
The young man put down his book, walked to the soup pot, sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions, and made another bowl of soup: "This soup is a bit fat. If you eat too much, it will make you tired. Eat slowly so you don't choke."
"It's okay, I just love this one." Xu Tong said with a grin.
Of course he could hear that this young man seemed to have something in his words, but he didn't care. Instead, he had a little expectation.
Seeing that he could not be persuaded, the young man stopped trying. He looked at Xu Tong sitting on the chair and started making pancakes again. He smiled coldly in his heart: "Humph, just eat it. Don't blame me when you feel uncomfortable later."
Looking at the time, the young man strode to the middle-aged man in the corner, sat down, took out a cigarette and handed it to him.
The middle-aged man was in a daze. When he saw the cigarette handed to him by the young man, he shook his head numbly.
"The soup is almost cold. If you wait any longer, the golden rooster will crow."
The young man said as he put the cigarette to his mouth and started smoking.
"Can……"
The middle-aged man reluctantly turned around and glanced at the time on the clock on the wall, as if he still had something to say. For a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and took out a wad of money from his arms and placed it on the table.
"I have money, I can give you money."
The young man glanced sideways at Xu Tong and saw that Xu Tong was concentrating on making pancakes, frowning and smoking without saying anything.
"Isn't it enough? I still have more! I can give you as much as you want..."
At this time, the middle-aged man began to take out thick bills from his arms and put them on the table. These bills were all blue-gray ten-dollar bills. The thick stack was scary to see.
There are at least a hundred sheets in this stack. You must know that the average salary now is only more than ten yuan. Just a thick stack like this is enough for a poor family to go straight to a well-off society.
But the middle-aged man seemed to have endless money on his body. He kept taking out more and more money from his pockets and clothes. Finally, he opened his mouth, his throat, and his mouth seemed to be stretched open, vomiting~~
In an instant, money flew out of his mouth and scattered all over the table: "I have money, I have money!"
Seeing this, the young man frowned and pushed away the money that fell on him in disgust. His face gradually turned cold: "Look again, are these really money?"
The middle-aged man was startled and looked down, only to see that all the money in front of him had turned into white paper. No, it was not even paper. The young man picked up a piece of paper with his fingers and blew it gently, and it suddenly turned into white paper.
The bubbles completely disappeared without a trace.
"You are born in the dust and you will return to the dust. You can't take it with you in life. You can't take it with you in death. It's ridiculous that you had a lot of wealth during your lifetime, but you can't even get a dime out of it after your death. Not even a little devil is willing to take you in for reincarnation. Let's go, I'm here
If you can't wait for the right person, you better not come to my place in the future. It's bad luck. I'll give you this bowl of soup."
After the young man finished speaking, he picked up his chopsticks and stabbed the pancake in front of him hard.
Suddenly, the rich soup in the bowl and the thick pancakes on the table quickly deteriorated and turned black, and emitted a foul odor.
The middle-aged man's face gradually turned rosy, as if he had had a good meal. At this time, the young boss looked sideways at Xu Tong, thinking that this kid must be too scared to speak out.
As a result, when he turned around, the smug smile on his face suddenly froze. Xu Tong's eyes widened and he held the bowl. Instead of being frightened, he ate with gusto. Seeing him, he even ate it in one breath.
He drank the soup and said, "Boss, this show is really good for dinner. Have another bowl!"