Jiang Wen, who was still haggling with the merchants, felt a commotion outside and the number of customers gradually dwindled. He finally had the opportunity to deal with the unscrupulous merchant in front of him who was taking advantage of the autumn to increase prices.
Why don't you grab two pieces of autumn quilt and three taels of silver?
But not long after, a guest who was watching the fun came back to report the news.
"Go and see, there's a fight upstairs at Hongbin!"
Upon hearing this, the customers in the shop expressed their disdain.
"Tch! What day doesn't anyone fight in Hongbin Tower?"
"The restaurant owner made a handicap on his own. You can even bet on the time of the fight and the number of casualties. What's so strange about a fight?"
"Don't look at it. The boss hired me. I lost three taels in my last bet! It must be a shady secret!"
"We are all scholars. Is it okay to be indifferent to favors and humiliations?"
The imperial court once commended Jianning Prefecture for being a town of morality and justice. Every household had poems and books, and the people in the town could see that no one else would do something that would harm the status of a farming family.
To be precise, in Jianning Mansion, "the outstanding people of Jianning Prefecture are distinguished by their writing, and those who are fierce are also strong in their strength." This probably means that a scholar came here and trembled to express that everyone here is rich in cultural relics.
It's very nice to talk. I like it here very much.
After all, here there are mountains and rivers, many people and few fields. Farmers even have to cultivate Cui Wei to make a living. As a farmer who reads poetry and books, it makes sense that he can hold a knife, right?
According to a former county magistrate, the people here have always liked to "carry swords and arrows, fight, avoid service, and compete for personal gain." Chen Haonan can only be regarded as quite gregarious here.
Vibrant youth.
The guest who came back to report also felt that he was making a bit of a fuss, and continued a little shyly: "I saw it was more lively on the other side. There was a girl who sold her body to bury her mother, and she was very beautiful!"
"Where are the people!"
“It is obligatory to do such good deeds!”
"How can we, the scholars, ignore death and do nothing to save it?"
The store exploded instantly, and before he could finish speaking, all the customers in the store had already disappeared.
"Tch, you still say that you are a scholar. Boss, do you want to sell it or not... eh? Where are the people?"
Jiang Wen continued shopping with disdain, only to find that even the shopkeepers had gone to watch the excitement of selling one's body to bury one's mother.
Then he expressed his disdain, left a lot of copper coins, and packed up the quilt himself.
Jiang Wen walked out of the shop and found that there was a lot of excitement on both sides. Especially the girl who sold her body to bury her mother, but the Jingchai sarong could not hide her beauty. When she lowered her head to wipe her tears, her eyes were flowing. She had an indescribable charm and cuteness, and her plain clothes were even more charming.
Appear pure and beautiful.
But Jiang Wen didn't plan to go that way.
So what about pretty girls? He is a scholar. Everyone in the world knows that women represent trouble, and beautiful women represent great trouble. With his meager foundation in the sect, there is no way he can win the eyes of this thieves, mother and daughter.
According to Zhang Wuji, the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying, so this woman is a liar at first sight!
Jiang Wen turned around and searched around, only to find that Xiao Shitou and Ningdie were standing next to a performance, and they were performing the hard qigong of breaking the gun shaft with the throat and connecting the knife edge with the chest.
The rough and tough man performing the show bit a rag in his mouth, and groaned in his throat. The wax wood gun barrel broke with the sound, and there was only a shallow dent in the throat, the most fragile part of the human body.
People on the side occasionally cheered, but most of them were doubtful.
"That's it?" "Is it fake?" "I'm tired of watching, I have nothing else to do and leave!" "Let's go, let's go."
The big man performing the show had an angry look on his face, lowered his head in silence, picked up a simple knife from the side and chopped a piece of wood into pieces before slashing at his own abdomen.
Every blow was made with full force, as if he wanted to kill the people who questioned him, but he was forced to bow his head and endure it, only to get more ridicule.
"This guy was performing in front of Yuejiadao just now, and he was chased here. He's not worth seeing."
Someone nearby spoke loudly on purpose.
Jiang Wen took another look and made sure that the person in front of him had some skills, but he didn't understand the secrets of performing arts in the world at all.
Jianghu busking has its own set of rules and methods, just like live streaming to sell goods. You have to make up stories, lay the groundwork, and follow the process. First, make two routines and use a few tricks to trap pedestrians and then do hard work. By the way, you can also
Sell a powerful pill or something.
For example, this person has some skills in performing arts, but he is seriously lacking in eye-catching skills. He has never learned how to attract people's appetite. No matter how powerful his skills are, he cannot withstand repeated performances over and over again.
The audience in Xiamei Town, who came from the Deyun Society Small Theater, was used to grabbing the stage and coaxing the performers to show their true skills. Who would have thought that this person was really stunned.
Speaking of being stunned, Jiang Wen glanced at his apprentice and found that Ningdie was absentmindedly ignoring him, but Xiao Shitou was paying full attention.
"...Are you looking so seriously? Do you have similar interests?"
Compared with the man's ordinary showmanship, the bloody scene upstairs in Hongbin is more interesting, but the merchants in Xiamei Town stopped to watch, pointing downstairs, commenting that today's fighting was quite exciting, and the boss had spent a lot of money.
Got it!
The rain started to fall again, and the windows of Hongbin Building were slammed open. A middle-aged man covered in blood fell from the air and landed heavily on the soaked stone road. The last trace of blood on his face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes bulged.
Suddenly, he died of anger.
Hong Xiguan held the silver spear in his hand, and with a slight turn, he broke the spear into three pieces and put them into his baggage. He grabbed the wooden pole of the wine flag at the door and flew down, without any smoke or smoke.
The onlookers applauded for a while - and then moved out of the way, saying they couldn't afford to offend him.
"Wen Ding, let's go."
Hong Xiguan's voice was even colder when he spoke, without a trace of blood from Hongbinlou's remaining limbs.
But Wen Ding, who had been with his father for many years, could naturally tell that something was wrong in his tone, so he walked out of the crowd and followed his father.
Jiang Wen saw all this and told Xiao Shitou and Ningdie not to run around, then ducked into an alley nearby.
The two sneaky people are too obvious, and they don't have the tough temperament of the locals at all.
"You two, what are you doing?"
Jiang Wen stopped two traveling businessmen on this small road.
The two vendors froze, and one of them put down his burden and turned his head warily, "What are you looking at!"
Jiang Wen smiled: "What are you doing here?"
The other salesman quickly turned around and pretended to be wearing pants, with an honest smile on his face.
Carrying the cargo box, he quickly tidied up his clothes, turned his head and said with a smile, "I'm sorry I couldn't hold it back because I was so anxious, we're leaving now..."
The two salesmen bowed their heads and apologized profusely, and walked quickly past Jiang Wen, one on the left and the other on the right. However, at the moment when they crossed paths, their eyes met, and they could see the murderous intent in each other's eyes with perfect understanding.
The bearer's pole landed on the ground, and he raised his hand to pull out the spear and insert it into the eye. The man carrying the bag also held a sharp knife and stabbed it at Jiang Wen's waist. This set of combined attack movements seemed to have been practiced countless times, and he stretched it out like a smooth flow!
However, the two men could not continue their movements, and were easily blocked by Jiang Wen's left and right hands, and the weapons were knocked to the ground.
The two of them didn't even notice how the other moved their hands and quickly revealed their identities.
"We are imperial spies! Let me go quickly!"
"spy?"
Jiang Wen was unmoved at all and kept slapping the two of them in the face, "That I am the pistol captain of General Songpo."
After being slapped in the face by Jiang Wen, the two salesmen awkwardly distanced themselves from him.
In order to keep the arrest secret, the arrest of Hong Xiguan was carried out directly by spies from the Ministry of Justice without informing the local government, and he would not travel in official uniform. Therefore, even if Hong Xiguan killed someone in the street, the county government would only think it was an ordinary fight.
Silencing is good, silencing is wonderful. My martial arts are only weakened but not completely lost. How could I let this opportunity pass?
Besides, cutting off these two eyeliners should be able to delay the Qing court's actions...
Some people may say that killing people on the street is a homicide and will only leave more hidden dangers. But since the overthrow of China, the most common thing used by Chong'an County government offices to make fires and cook meals is the daily murder case files - just like today, murders
Who is an official or a bandit? How can a small county government dare to conduct a thorough investigation?
"Mianzhang, your posture is good. Your Great Compassion Fist is a mess."
Seeing the two spies who wanted to go back to report the news, Jiang Wen's face gradually became serious.
"But looking at your organizational structure, one out of every two people is a Shaolin traitor. The monks will have a hard time in the future..."
…………
"Wen Ding, someone is following us."
As they walked, Hong Xiguan spoke.
"Dad, she is also a poor person and wants to go with us."
Hong Wending's voice was very soft, and his eyes turned to follow them all the way. Chu Chu looked pitifully at their Ningdie, "Just send her to her family."
Hong Xiguan's eyebrows were full of anger. When he heard Wen Ding mention the word "family" and thought of his elder brother who was still staring at death on the stone road, he finally lost his temper and did not speak out to object.
Ningdie followed two steps closely and found that the two people in front of her didn't try to get rid of her, so she couldn't help but get excited.
Finally escaped from the suspicious traffickers!
But on the other side, when a refreshed Jiang Wen returned, he found that the performing arts stalls had been removed, and there seemed to be traces of a fight.
Jiang Wen was dumbfounded.
Xiao Shitou stood alone in the rain, picked up the scattered copper plates on the ground, and asked him quickly.
"Little Shitou, where has your junior sister Ningdie gone?"
Where is Jiang Wen's apprentice?
So where did the older disciple go?
Weren't you just watching the excitement?
Xiao Shitou raised his head and looked at the master, giving Jiang Wen an expression and letting Jiang Wen experience it for himself.
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[Junior Sister? What is Junior Sister? Can I eat it? 】
After following and inquiring along the road in the rain, Jiang Wen found out who his good apprentice had run away with - against all odds, he didn't expect that Hong Xiguan's aura as the protagonist was so bright that he would just kidnap Ningdie away.
………
Looking at the deep compound of the local "famous village sage" Ma Jiashan's family, Jiang Wen took a deep breath at the door, turned around and went back with his only remaining apprentice.
It was his own fault. Jiang Wen followed him all the way just to interrupt the progress of the plot, but he still couldn't resist the inertia of the development of things.
"Little Shitou, let's go back to the mountain!"
If he didn't leave, he was worried that the last disciple would be kidnapped.
At the same time, Jiang Wen kept telling himself that life is like this.
If you like a flower, you don't necessarily have to pick it off. If you like the wind, do you have to ask the wind to stop and let it smell it? Sometimes, if you care too much about other people's feelings, you will lose yourself. You should be more unrestrained.
The main reason is that we are still counting on Hong Xiguan to attract Qing troops, so we respect the other party for the time being and wait for the other party to be unlucky...
Humph, from this point of view, although Fu Ningdie is young, he is very accurate in judging people. Following this narrow-minded Daoist Leader Jiang, he can't even see where his good life will lead.
As for why Hong Xiguan and his entourage showed up at Ma Dashan's house - this was due to his feat of killing people on the street.
Ma Dashan, who is nearly 50 years old, has always known that in Chong'an County, the bigger the fist, the greater the truth. If you want to persuade people with virtue, you must make the other party listen to your words calmly and then be obedient.
Send the money up.
The murderous official Hong Xi was instantly attracted by Master Ma, who was good at persuading people with his virtue. He decided to maintain his good habit of doing good deeds every day and recruited this master.
Of course, on this day, Ma Dashan was good in more than one way.
In addition to taking in the poor Hong Xiguan, Hong Wending and his son also spent money to buy the girl Hongdou who sold her body to bury her mother, and then happily returned to the house.