After the crowd dispersed, Gu Xixi squeezed in from the front and waved to the three of them, and then the group went straight to the door.
"This time we don't need to patrol the whole city like last night, but Tongxiangfang, the most prosperous and populated area, is still handed over to us!"
There was a hint of helplessness on Gu Xixi's face, but the slightly raised corners of her mouth still betrayed her mood.
Xu Luo and the three of them looked at each other, then lowered their heads and were too lazy to speak anymore. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse to have such a leader.
Tongxiangfang is only separated from Tonghui Street, the most prosperous street in the county.
At this time, the gate of the square was not locked yet, and Captain Xuanyi and his party simply did not bother to return to the station.
Miss Zhao, who has plenty of money, is determined not to treat her badly even if she is on a mission. She has directly booked the best inn in the village.
After washing up, several people walked out of their respective rooms at the same time.
This is the time when the sinister aura is the strongest. If there is something strange lurking in this workshop, there is a high probability that it will not be left alone.
Gu Xixi habitually got on the green ox cart and didn't notice the strange looks from Jinsha's two bad friends.
Xu Luo laughed a few times and started to work as a coachman honestly.
There are many people here in Tongxiangfang. Even though it is late at night, pedestrians are still coming and going on the street.
Most of the shops on both sides were closed, but some of the shops eating soup noodles were bustling with people, and the aroma was fragrant, making Xu Luo and others feel a little hungry.
Gu Xixi waved her hand and was about to pick a restaurant to satisfy her craving, when Xu Luo suddenly suggested with a chuckle.
"We might as well go to that restaurant and try it!"
He pointed to a hand-cooking stall on the roadside in front of him on the left.
The stall owner was an old man in his sixties, and he was concentrating on serving a cup of rice to a customer.
Add the hot bone broth to the hot chubby rice noodles, sprinkle with a few drops of red chili oil, pinch a pinch of chives, and the little flavor will rush up, making you salivate.
Jinsha and the other two gave Xu Luo a thumbs up, admiring his good eyesight.
Only Gu Xixi, who had the highest level of cultivation, was a little confused at first, but then frowned slightly and looked at the stall owner deeply.
Xu Luo parked the Qingniu cart on the side of the road, walked to an empty wooden table with a cane, and knocked lightly.
"Old man, here are four bowls of Chao Shou! Add more chili oil to each bowl."
When the old man saw that another business came to his door, he immediately agreed with a smile, and then quickly ironed his hands.
Gu Xixi's beautiful eyes flashed with doubts, and she sat next to him and asked quietly.
"There is nothing unusual about this old man under the eyes of the law?"
Xu Luo smiled and did not answer directly.
"Eat first! Based on my experience, this old man may have been doing this crafting business all his life, and he can be said to have reached perfection when it comes to controlling the heat. This is a rare delicacy!"
Not understanding what he was talking about, Gu Xixi glared angrily.
But Xu Luo was so shameless that he pretended not to notice it at all. Instead, he enthusiastically took the copybook from the old man and handed it over first.
Gu Xixi angrily picked up a copycat and threw it into her mouth.
The next moment, an extremely delicious and smooth taste filled all her taste buds, and her black and white eyes suddenly opened wide. She no longer wanted to be angry with Xu Luo, and bent down to eat.
Although the old man was old, he had been doing this all his life. He was very agile and quickly brought over two more bowls.
Xu Luo then gave way to Zhao Shuangzhi, who had already been greedy for a long time. Then he slowly walked to the stove on crutches and looked at it curiously.
There is another mystery under the old man's stall. Others see him standing there working all the time, but in fact there is a high bench under the stall for him to rest at any time.
"It makes the guests laugh. It's true that time is not forgiving, and the body and bones are getting worse every year. So I did such a trick to steal some free time!"
Unexpectedly, the old man's conversation was extraordinary, and Xu Luo became interested for a moment.
"What the old man said, heroes all have their twilight years, not to mention that you and I are mortals, can we really live forever? Doesn't that really fulfill the saying, 'You are a thief who does not die when you are old'?"
This was so interesting that the old man was stunned for a moment, and then he started laughing too.
"I didn't expect that although our guest has a minor illness and is unable to move, he is so open-minded. He will definitely achieve great things!"
Xu Luo looked at his legs that were just dotted on the ground and laughed at himself.
"Xu Luo is just a country bumpkin from a small place. Following my father-in-law's advice, I hope that one day he can return home in rich clothes!"
His words were full of emotion, as if they had other meanings. Only then did the old man realize what he said, and he struggled to move the crudely made wooden bench under the stall.
"Young man has limited legs and feet. Since you are willing to chat with a bad old man like me, why don't you just sit down and talk."
No one noticed that Xu Luo still had a gentle smile on his face, but a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He was not polite and sat down on the wooden bench. Although he looked thin, he practiced the "Devil Ape Chaos Body" day and night, and in fact his body was definitely not light.
But sitting on the old wooden bench, the wooden bench was completely motionless and didn't even make a squeak.
During the chat, Xu Luo intentionally or unintentionally brought the topic to the old man's home, and then he learned about it.
The old man's wife died early at home, and his only son had already started a family and started his own business.
When he was young, the old man could be said to have studied literature and practiced martial arts, and he was very talented. However, due to bad luck, in the end, he relied on this handwriting stall to establish a career, have children, and support his family.
This place is exactly where the couple used to run a stall together in the early years.
Over the years, the old man has been setting up here until late at night, rain or shine.
Ordinarily, the children and grandchildren in the family can be regarded as filial and upright, so he can enjoy his old age in peace, so what on earth is he waiting for?
And that wooden stool was made by the old man when his wife was still alive. He felt sorry for his wife who stood and waited on the stall all day long. The old man had already become accustomed to its company over the years.
No matter how cold and dark the night is, as long as he sits on this wooden bench, the old man never feels cold. On the contrary, the older he gets, the healthier he becomes.
The two of them were chatting animatedly, and Xu Luo simply didn't bother to return to his seat. He just held his hands and ate while listening to the old man talk about his past memories.
He had a heartfelt smile on his face, listening and nodding in agreement.
From a distance, it looks like children and grandchildren enjoying themselves in front of the old man.
But even if the old man added two more spoonfuls to the bowl, there would always be a moment when he finished eating, and there would be a time when he had finished speaking...
At some point, the old man and Xu Luo fell silent. The air gradually became oppressive, and the windy late night seemed particularly cold.
The angry wind lantern hanging high on the stall swayed left and right, like a naughty child clamoring to go home.
Under the steaming iron pot, the fire greedily licked the bottom of the pot, as if it couldn't wait to rush out.