A glass of cold water was poured on Qian Fengrong's face.
The big man who was awakened immediately grabbed the collar of the water-thrower and tried to swing away with his fist as big as a sandbag.
"Bye bye, brother Changyi, it was my husband who asked me to splash water on you!" the person who splashed water said in a panic.
Qian Fengrong's eyes tightened and he let go angrily.
The person who splashed water quickly hid aside, not daring to come near him again.
Qian Fengrong reached out and held his head. He drank too much wine last night and his head was really dizzy and heavy.
After a pause, he turned to look at the scribe sitting in the room slowly reading a book.
"I said," Qian Fengrong said, "don't throw cold water on me in the future."
The scribe in an elegant blue shirt seemed not to hear it and slowly pinched his beard.
After sitting for a while, Qian Fengrong got off the bed.
"You almost beat that handyman to death last night," the scribe said calmly, "This is Congxin and Tian Dayao's territory. I have warned you several times not to drink too much, but you just didn't listen."
"That stinky bitch couldn't serve me last night! Why don't you fucking drive me away!"
The scribe sighed softly, put down his book and looked at him: "You are strong and big, why do you choose to find a thin woman? How many people can stand you?"
"A prostitute still picks clients?" Qian Fengrong laughed.
The attendant next to him silently poured a glass of water and placed it next to the scribe's hand: "Sir, have some tea."
He poured another glass for Qian Fengrong.
"Nowadays, those who can still go to the Fireworks Alley to have fun are mostly loyal gentry. You still have a reward in Tian Dayao. If something happens, I can't control you."
Qian Fengrong didn't speak. He didn't know what he was thinking. His expression became more and more irritable.
"I want a woman!" Qian Fengrong suddenly said angrily, came over and sat down, "You said there are many beauties in Congxin, but I haven't seen a few of them! I want a woman like the one I saw on the river, the one who got off the boat in Zhaozhou.
them!"
"There is no shortage of beauties in the world. Even if you don't have Congxin, you can always find them in Youzhou Prefecture. Right now, I just want you to be safe!" The scribe said earnestly and thoughtfully.
"Safe, safe!" Qian Fengrong swept the water glass brought by his little entourage to the ground, "There are not many decent women, I'm safe as hell! I might as well become an eunuch!"
"You are so cruel to yourself." The scribe shook his head.
Qian Fengrong didn't say anything. He sat for a while and then suddenly raised his hand and patted it hard on the table.
"It's almost noon," the scribe said. "I'm not waking you up to make you angry. It's time to go do something."
Qian Fengrong looked at him and got up to change clothes.
It rained all night last night and it's still cloudy outside.
The scribe turned his head and looked outside. It was raining continuously, and there should be very few people walking on the street.
After changing his clothes, Qian Fengrong was about to leave. Before opening the door, he turned back and looked at the scribe, "Xie Zhong, let me tell you for the last time, don't pour cold water on me again!"
The scribe looked at him and didn't answer.
Qian Fengrong slammed the door loudly and left.
"Sir, he is so rude and a barbaric man," the little attendant said in a low voice.
The scribe pinched his beard, and there was no expression of joy or anger on his face: "Barbarians are good, but those who have too many thoughts are difficult to control."
"But he is only thinking about finding a woman..."
"That's even better," the scribe looked at him and said calmly, "Let's go to those women for all our troubles."
But this woman, the scribe's hand stroking his beard stopped.
To be honest, he didn't actually believe that there were any good things in Chunlou, or that they were the young girls from wealthy families...
Yes, just do what you like.
Qian Fengrong left through the back door of the inn.
The waiters at the inn didn't dare to mess with him and stayed away.
There were not many people on rainy days, and there were even fewer back alleys. Qian Fengrong walked through an alley in the rain, with Congxin Ferry in front of him.
He looked around, raised his hand and took off his outer shirt. The clothes underneath were the cloth armor uniforms of Huiren camp's handymen.
Skillfully hiding his coat in the same place, he strode out and carried things as he had done the past few days.
The things were so light that others struggled to carry one bag, but he could easily carry three bags on each shoulder.
But Xie Zhong repeatedly warned him that he had to pretend that he couldn't bear it.
Acting is really tiring, and Qian Fengrong is irritable.
In the past two days, several special envoys from Tian Dayao's Badu Army will arrive in Congxin one after another, and some of them will definitely come from the waterway.
Xie Zhong said that if he took off the head of one of the special envoys, they would be able to take him to Song Zhiyi smoothly.
In fact, Tian Dayao had a strong appetite for Qian Fengrong. Unfortunately, Tian Dayao had a blood feud and could not stay any longer.
As if he was struggling to move a bag of goods from the dock to the assembly area, he saw a thin soldier beside him who could hardly walk. Qian Fengrong, who couldn't stand it anymore, raised his hand and easily pulled out the sack that was about to crush the soldier.
Go and throw it towards the assembly area over there.
Thin rain splashed everywhere, and there was a little dust outside the sack.
The thin soldier was stunned for a moment, and then wanted to thank him. Before he could say anything, a clear and pleasant voice sounded not far away: "That's awesome!"
Everyone around looked towards the sound.
Two young girls stood in the rain, looking at their clothes, one was a young lady and the other was a maid.
The young lady wore a milky-white plum blossom skirt, a pair of three-color satin peacock thread beaded hibiscus soft-soled shoes, and a delicately tied up bun with a white jade beaded hairpin. Her face was as beautiful as a flower.
Delicate and pink.
The maid held on to the umbrella and also praised: "It's so strong."
Qian Fengrong looked straight at the young lady, clenching and unclenching his fingers, resisting the urge to step forward and pull her.
The young lady didn't look at him anymore and smiled at the maid: "Let's go."
"Um!"
The master and servant turned and left.
The phrase "so awesome" and the phrase "so powerful" are just casual compliments when passing by.
Qian Fengrong still looked at them, his eyes moving from the girls' backs to their buttocks.
"Hey!" shouted the clerk who was counting the goods, "can you see this? Go back to work!"
Qian Fengrong looked at him.
"Go to work!" The clerk pointed toward the dock.
Qian Fengrong looked at him coldly, and his appearance was not difficult to remember.
Wait for me!
Qian Fengrong sighed in his heart.
But when I walked back, I couldn't help it and turned around again with itchiness.
The figures of the pair of girls had disappeared at the end of the long street.
The silky rain is soft, as light as flying flowers, and the clothes are stained and annoying. It is sparse and sparse, and pedestrians come and go.
At the southwest city gate far away from Congxin Ferry, Xia Zhaoyi and Zhi Changle were wearing bamboo hats, carrying a basket of wild vegetables and a few fresh fish, and were waiting quietly for the procession entering the city.
The queue was not long and they arrived quickly.
Zhi Changle mentioned wild vegetables and fresh fish: "I want to be a soldier. I don't want to be a soldier at the bottom, I want to be a big soldier!"
"He must be a high official!" The city gate man laughed.
"This is for filial piety." Zhi Changle said seriously.
Such a tall and burly man was originally going to be captured and used as a soldier. Since he wanted to be a soldier, the city gatekeeper didn't do much.
As for whether he was deceived or not, it doesn't matter. There are a lot of stares on the street.
