I finally got rid of a bunch of guys who wanted to sacrifice their lives for charity, but I don’t know what’s wrong with the people in this world. When something happens, they will shout and kill. The question is whether they can kill or not. If the other party doesn’t tell them, they will follow suit.
It’s over! Let’s be a quiet little guy and find an opportunity to give him a hard time. Why don’t we?
But this time, Xiao Han was reminded. He started writing a letter when he returned to his room! Write his experience to Xiao Lizi and ask him to pay attention to Pei Ji, a guy from Pili Yangqiu! Let the guy from Lijingmen go by the way.
After collecting information about this guy, I won’t believe that this old fox’s tail is always exposed!
After doing all this, Xiao Han breathed a sigh of relief and soon returned to his life of drunkenness and dreams.
When Ren Qing asked him to work, he excused himself because his leg hurt. When the agricultural supervisor came to ask for advice, he said he had a headache.
One time, Sun Simiao came over with a crystal. Xiao Han said it smoothly and said that he had backache without even raising his head! As a result, Sun Simiao took a two-foot-long needle and wanted to help him with "acupuncture." Xiao Han was so scared that he ran away smaller than a donkey.
Traces are fast!
It was fun to be in his own territory. As for Seoul in the south, Xiao Han had never been there again, not because he had any objections to Yuan Dake and the others, but because he was just too lazy to move.
Zhang Bao came over two days ago and told Xiao Han that the female assassin had not been caught until now, but he also asked Mr. Hou to rest assured.
If someone is not caught in the city, they will not let up! Portraits of the female assassin are still posted in the streets and alleys, and the reward has been increased to dozens of dollars! It is still necessary to pay in cash, unless she has already
Fly out of Seoul, otherwise you will be caught!
In fact, unlike what Zhang Bao and the others thought, Xiao Han did not hate Xiao He in his heart. She was just a knife in someone else's hand. If he wanted to hate her, he had to hate the person holding the knife.
After comforting Zhang Bao for a few words, Zhang Bao, who was worried in his heart, smiled a little. Later, he even jokingly told Tian Xiaohan that although the main culprit was not caught, nothing was accomplished.
Thanks to Xiao Han, because of this big sweep, the dark side of the city has almost been wiped out! Now the city has reached a situation where the doors are not closed at night and the streets are not picking up lost things, and the people in the city are all applauding and applauding.
Xiao Han nodded after hearing this. After all, we have done a good thing, right? I didn’t say it, but it’s worth a few drinks!
But Xiao Han didn't ask, and Zhang Bao also forgot to mention. There were several people involved in this matter, such as the brothel's madam... The poor female assassin didn't arrive at the case for a day, so she couldn't get out of prison.
There is nothing that can be done about it. Now even though everyone in the yamen knows from top to bottom that the madam is innocent in this matter, in order to give Xiao Han an explanation, they can only use her method. Besides, she is really honest
Not really a good person.
The owners of the brothel were all imprisoned, and the once prosperous and largest brothel in the city became a thing of the past overnight. A bold girl sneaked into the madam's room and took out all the prostitution contracts hidden under the bed.
Under the girl's gaze, a box full of prostitution contracts was burned to the ground!
I went to a brothel once and actually brought the house down, while also rescuing the girl on the first floor?
Xiao Han himself never thought of this. Perhaps, without the ties of the brothel, those girls would eventually start a better life.
Things in the city are always annoying. Big and small things, interests and favors are all entangled together, which makes people have a splitting headache! How can Xiao Han feel free and comfortable here?
After being cured by Sun Simiao's "acupuncture", Xiao Han wandered around the rice fields during the day, discussed with Sun Simiao the various illnesses he knew about, and finally guided the work of the gemstone craftsman. When he was really bored, he cooked a few delicious dishes.
Treat yourself to a life like this, which even an emperor would not change!
"Hey, it's good weather again!" He woke up naturally after sleeping, and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Xiao Han stretched out and walked out, and Xiao Qi, who was sticking out his tongue, had already touched him.
One person and one dog skillfully arrived under the crooked-necked willow tree. The wind blew the willow branches wildly, and the flies and mosquitoes around them did not dare to come near. This was the reason why Xiao Han liked this place the most.
It was not good to sit on the ground all the time, as he was afraid of getting cold on his buttocks, and he was afraid of being bitten by sitting on Xiaoqi. Xiao Han had no choice but to find a carpenter, draw a drawing, and prepare to make a recliner.
Xiao Han is very familiar with the recliner. It was Xiao Han who dismantled the recliner for the director of the nursing home. The old man was so angry that his face turned dark for several days. It was not until Xiao Han assembled it for him that he finally smiled.
It was also from that time that the old dean discovered that Xiao Han's little boy's hands-on ability was indeed quite powerful.
"I haven't got a bottle of wine for the old man for a while, and I don't know if those bastards will forget the old man. The old man has been a good drinker all his life, but for little guys like himself, he has never been willing to drink a bottle of good wine, and always drinks cheap ones.
Alcohol blends wine. When people like me grow up and can make money, the old man has already gone to another world. I can only pour the good wine I bought in front of his grave, and I don’t know if the old man can drink it."
Somehow, he suddenly thought of the old dean. Xiao Han thought about it, tears streaming down his cheeks. When several carpenters saw it, they carefully ran to the side holding the drawings, not daring to disturb the Marquis.
Touching Xiao Qi's head unconsciously with his hand, Xiao Han's thoughts had completely flown to another world.
I still remember that when the old man left, no one informed him. When he received a call from his neighbor and frantically dropped everything and rushed there, the old man only breathed his last breath.
Seeing himself barging in the door disheveled, the old man's dim eyes were actually a little angry. He was afraid that he was blaming himself for not working well, which would affect his future work...
Stupid old man, he doesn't even think about it, he only has so little time left, why do he care about those things?
That day, the old man still left, peacefully and without suffering. He just looked at Xiao Han and the others greedily before leaving, as if he wanted to remember each of them.
Xiao Han still can't remember what happened after that. He heard from others that he was like a wooden man at that time, doing whatever others wanted to do.
Wearing mourning clothes numbly, carrying an ax on his back, he went to see the old man off on his last journey.
There were actually a lot of people coming to the small town. At the end of the day, both sides of the road were crowded with people seeing them off. The hearse could only move forward little by little. The half-hour journey lasted for a whole morning...
"Old man, how are you doing where you are? Xiao Han can't visit you anymore..."
While murmuring, suddenly water droplets fell on his face, awakening Xiao Han who was silent in his memories.
"Who?" Looking around with red eyes, Xiao Han suddenly discovered that Sun Simiao and Ren Qing were there! Sun Simiao was also holding a copper basin in his hand. It seemed that he had spilled the water just now.
"Boy? What's wrong with you? Why are you so sad?" Sun Simiao held the washbasin and looked at Xiao Han with tears streaming down his face strangely.
He raised his hand to wipe the water on his face, but he didn't know it was tears. Xiao Han reluctantly showed a smile: "It's okay, I think of an elder who passed away."
"Oh..." Sun Simiao nodded, sat cross-legged next to Xiao Han, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse and said: "Anger hurts the liver, happiness hurts the heart, sadness hurts the lungs, and thinking hurts the spleen. Boy, let the past matter go by."
