The old man was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat on his head, walking slowly.
Sensing someone, the old man looked up and saw a pair of clear eyes. The old man was a little surprised. Then he realized that he had been bumped into and he quickly lowered his head.
Xia Zhaoyi watched him walking slowly without moving, until when he passed by her, Xia Zhaoyi suddenly said: "Mr., is your surname Qi?"
The old man didn't respond. He kept his head buried in walking. After a few steps, he felt that this was not going to work. He turned around and looked up, putting his hand in the shape of a trumpet to his ear: "Huh?"
"Sir, your surname is Qi." Xia Zhaoyi repeated.
"Ah?" the old man exclaimed exaggeratedly, "What did you say?"
Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows, then stretched out his hand and punched the old man in the right eye.
The old man immediately took a step back and avoided it with great skill.
"You!" The old man's face turned red, "You yellow-haired girl, what are you doing!"
"Hit you." Xia Zhaoyi said and punched again.
The old man did not hide so quickly this time. He hesitated between hiding and not hiding. He realized that he had been exposed and there was no point in pretending. He might as well hide. Hershey's right eye had already been punched firmly.
Xia Zhaoyi's strength did not decrease even a bit. The old man covered his eyes and yelled: "Hit someone, hit someone!"
The girl beside her rubbed her knuckles and said calmly: "You owe my master twelve years of money, and you probably never want to pay it back."
The old man paused, covered his eyes and looked at her: "What?"
"One hundred and twenty-eight taels is not a small amount," Xia Zhaoyi looked at him, "Don't you plan to pay it back?"
"You, you are..."
"Can't you hear my Liling accent?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
The old man was shocked, turned around and ran away.
Xia Zhaoyi swayed and appeared five steps ahead of him. With his hands behind his back, he had time to say: "You want to try running again?"
"You..." the old man looked at her and said, "Didn't his apprentice die in Rongtang Gorge in the north? Who are you?"
"Listen to my accent again?" Xia Zhaoyi asked again.
"... from the capital?" The old man's face turned a little pale, and he frowned at her. After a while, he gradually remembered a person's name, "Oh, I see, are you that, that... that A-Xing?"
"Pear of pear blossom."
"Oh, it's Ah Li!" The old man's eyes lit up.
This look made Xia Zhaoyi laugh, and Xia Zhaoyi smiled and said, "Mr. Qi is still so smart."
The old man calmed down, frowned and said, "I really have no money!"
"Then you won't pay it back?"
"Is your master so short of money?" the old man asked displeasedly, "he even sent his apprentice to stay here to guard me. The apprentice he raised must be a good one among men. Isn't this too much talent and underuse?"
When it came to staying guarding him, the old man looked around uneasily and said, "How about we change places now? I've been here for a long time, and I might be seen by others."
"Then you shouted so loud just now, weren't you afraid of attracting people?"
"What do you know? For us old men, this trick is the most effective. It never works after repeated attempts."
Xia Zhaoyi laughed dryly: "It's a shame for other old people, and Feng Ping has been harmed by people like you."
"Let's go quickly," the old man said, "I can't stay longer."
"How much money do you owe?"
"I owe it to your master!" the old man said angrily, "Other people are looking for me because they want me to die! Do you understand that if you burn your body with ivory, you will be guilty of carrying a treasure?"
Xia Zhaoyi spread out her slender palms and said, "Give me the crutch."
"What are you doing?" The old man hugged him.
Xia Zhaoyi reached out and snatched it away, and the dirty end fell into the old man's hand.
Xia Zhaoyi walked down the mountain and said, "Let's go."
The old man looked at the bamboo stick she was holding, and then raised his eyes to glare at her. Knowing that he could not escape this disaster, he followed him with a depressed look.
ยท
The people in the small courtyard had almost dispersed, and Zhi Changle and Lao Tong helped Aunt Liu clean up the messy cups and plates.
Because of the Qingque Pavilion and the squire, the officers did not come to ask any questions. However, many nearby villagers came over out of curiosity. However, as the warriors left, the villagers also gradually walked away.
Pan Shuyi simply packed up the small baggage. They were two new sets of unworn clothes that Xia Zhaoyi had given her before going to bed last night. She hugged the baggage and left with the people from Qingque Pavilion.
Liu Xianbao went home to cook and wash dishes for his grandfather, and then ran back. Lin Zhiyuan was still where he was. When he saw him coming back, he said enviously: "I knew Miss Xia was rich before, but I never thought she would be so rich."
"It must have been raised by a wealthy family," Liu Xianbao said, "It's still a very wealthy family. How could an ordinary family raise such a fairy-like figure?"
In an ordinary countryside, such a young girl surrounded by men, even living in the same courtyard with them, would have been scolded to death long ago.
You must know that in several villages near Lining, there are archways one after another, and there are legends of fierce virgins and virgins everywhere.
In such an environment, not many people spread rumors about Miss Xia. Her demeanor and temperament always make people feel that they are otherworldly. They can't think of those lewd and absurd words, and they don't seem to be deliberately used.
She put on an air of being cold and noble, but on the contrary, she smiled cutely.
Lin Zhiyuan heard this and said: "You have known this for a long time, how dare you pursue this person?"
"What do you know," Liu Xianbao frowned, "I pursued her just because I liked her. Her family situation has nothing to do with me. And if you think about it this way, if I really pursue her, I might change my identity and become a rich man.
Woolen cloth?"
"So this is where your wishful thinking lies!"
"What? It's just by the way. I just like her. When I think of her, my heart flutters. I have dreamed of her several times. She is like a fairy..." Liu Xianbao said with a blushing face.
While the two were talking, they suddenly saw people coming down the peach forest in the distance one after another.
"Hey, there's a bad old man!" Lin Zhiyuan shouted.
Liu Xianbao glanced at the old man, and his eyes were fixed on Xia Zhaoyi, unable to move away.
The peach blossoms fell one after another and were swept downstream by the stream. The girl's skin was like cream. Reflecting the light pink peach blossoms after the rain, she looked gorgeous and bright, with a rare charm and tenderness.
"It's so beautiful." Liu Xianbao was fascinated.
The old man was cursing all the way down, but he didn't dare to scold him too harshly because he knew that the girl in front of him was not easy to mess with.
Entering the courtyard, everyone in the courtyard was surprised to see the white-headed old man following Xia Zhaoyi.
"Sister, who is this old man?" Zhili asked, "Could it be..."
"It's him." Xia Zhaoyi said.
After hearing the words "Little Senior Sister", the old man looked up and saw that his right eye socket was very obviously red and swollen.
"Your eyes are..." Zhili said.
The old man stopped talking, he looked depressed.
"Let's go." Xia Zhaoyi pulled the bamboo stick and led the old man into the hospital.
