The sunshine in the winter morning was almost negligible. Chang Yu and his party got on their horses and headed straight for the big town a few miles away. At this time, they were not thinking about pursuing soldiers or big tombs, they just wanted to drink something hot...
…mutton soup!
Yes, steamed buns soaked in mutton soup. For Chang Yu at this moment, any delicacy from the mountains and seas cannot compare to this.
"Hurry up, I'll go to town and treat you to mutton soup." Chang Yu roared, and Old Hui and his party behind him were so excited that even the big rake lying on the raft couldn't help but licked his lips: "Shopkeeper, I
Ten nights of drinking!”
"I can't hold you to death," Chang Yu scolded with a smile, and everyone followed suit and asked for ten or eight bowls. Suddenly, they didn't feel so cold anymore.
A few miles later, we arrived in an instant. There was indeed a big town ahead. To be precise, it was a market. People were already setting up stalls to make a living. Chang Yu and a group of more than ten riders came straight towards them, causing the people to stop and pay attention, but they couldn't care less.
There were so many, so I looked around and saw a shop on the roadside and shouted, "Does the boss have mutton soup?"
"Master Jun, we only have steamed buns here. Let's go to the front to drink mutton soup." The shop owner quickly pointed the way, and also took two steamed buns and stuffed them into Wang Fuchen's mouth. The guy didn't take them politely and stuffed them into his mouth. Chang Yu caught a glimpse.
: "Give me a hundred packages and take them to the mutton restaurant."
The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop was beaming happily: "Okay, military master, please wait." However, the wife beside him frowned and gently tugged on the corner of his clothes. Just as he was about to say something, there was a bang and a piece of broken silver was thrown away.
When it was on the table, my daughter-in-law immediately laughed and said, "Master, please wait a moment and send it over right away."
The owner of the mutton soup shop had just opened the door, and suddenly twenty soldiers came in. He was surprised and happy and hurriedly served him. The mutton soup sated his appetite and warmed his body. Everyone had not eaten well for several days, and he couldn't care about that much at this time.
Holding the bowl and chatting away, only Qing Yi asked for a bowl of hot water and ate the steamed buns silently.
Chang Yu looked sideways and asked her if the eggs could be eaten?
Qing Yi nodded.
Chang Yu asked the boss: "Boil a few eggs, oh no, boil a hundred eggs!"
The owner of the mutton soup shook his head: "Ah, I'm sorry, Master, I really don't have anything to say..." Chang Yu took out the money before he finished speaking. The shop owner was happy and said: "Wait a moment, I'll buy it right away."
"Shopkeeper..." Qing Yi's eyes were a little hot, and Chang Yu sighed: "I respect your vegetarian habit, but human health requires a combination of meat and vegetable nutrition, not to mention that you are growing up and martial arts practitioners should eat more and eat well.
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"Shopkeeper, I know how to live without food, so I can go without food or drink for several days..." Qing Yi was interrupted by Chang Yu: "Don't use that thing unless you have to, it will hurt your health."
"No, I feel refreshed every time I go off the grain..."
"Okay, you can do whatever you want, I have to drink the soup." Chang Yu didn't want to get into trouble with her, so he squatted in front of the store with a bowl and chatted with Wang Fuchen and others while drinking: "Ma Yaozi, is this mutton authentic?"
"If you want to drink authentic mutton soup, you have to drink Tan sheep from Guyuan Town, Ningxia Town. The mutton is not smelly and delicious..." While Wang Fuchen was showing off his foodie nature, he saw a few people hurriedly coming not far away and standing nearby to stare.
When they saw it, they looked like they were no ordinary people.
"What are you looking at?" Kuang Ren was the first to stand up and yell at a person across the street. The person quickly came over with a smile and clasped hands: "Where did you guys come from?"
"Fuck! Do you care? I haven't eaten or slept for two days and one night. Don't bother me!" Wu Mushan snorted coldly and slapped an iron sign on the table. The man took a quick look and hurriedly
He smiled and said: "Brothers, thank you for your hard work. Don't blame me. Don't blame me. Please forgive me for what I did to you!"
"Go away." Wang Fuchen also stood up, and several of Old Man Hui's men also cursed and agreed, and those few people hurriedly left.
Needless to say, he is the spy of the thieves in the town.
"This iron sign is very useful." Wu Mushan couldn't help but snicker when he saw the man leaving. What's the word on the shopkeeper's name? It turned out that he had picked up the waist badge of the gang of kidnap thieves in the ditch.
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Not everyone has this kind of waist card, only a group or a team has to be a small boss.
Chang Yu then told them that this boy's camp, like Laoying's, was a direct descendant of Li Zicheng, and most thieves were frightened.
Everyone drank one bowl after another of delicious lamb soup, ranging from two or three bowls to as many as five or six bowls. One of the boss's sheep was sold out in advance. They grinned happily and gave the eggs they bought to
It was cooked, but Chang Yu didn't share it with anyone else. This was dry food specially prepared for Qing Yi.
After eating and drinking, when I was about to leave, there were customers in the store. A middle-aged man in his thirties with a weathered face walked in. He turned a blind eye to a group of thieves at the door and said, "Shopkeeper, please bring a bowl of soup."
"I'm sorry, sir, it's gone. The military men drank it all!"
Oh, the man frowned when he heard this, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "You are a bastard, you eat so much!"
"Hey, who are you talking about?" Wang Fuchen stepped forward and pointed at the man's nose and scolded him. Chang Yu didn't stop him because he thought this man was a bit strange. Ordinary people would stay away from soldiers.
After all, he not only didn't avoid it but also cursed. Could it be...
"I didn't tell you, why are you so excited?" The man snorted, turned around and left. Only then did everyone see that he was carrying a knife behind him. It was as big as a guillotine! Wang Fuchen reached out and wanted to pull it.
He, that man seemed to have eyes in his back, and turned around to avoid him: "What do you think? Although you are a soldier, I am not violating the king's law by not stealing or robbing."
"You..." Wang Fuchen drew his sword and wanted to scare him. Chang Yu came over to stop him, and then asked the man: "Who are you?"
"Guanzhong Swordsman, I won't change my name to Ruan Xiaotian even if I sit down or stand up!" The man looked proud.
Damn you, Jianghu people, Chang Yu cursed in his heart: "It doesn't matter whether you are Xiaotian or Jingtian, those who run around in Jianghu are so quick to die!"
The man sneered: "Everything is just a matter of principle. If I don't violate the king's law, there will be nothing you can do to me. As for whether my fellow Jianghu people want to kill or cut into pieces, it all depends on their ability."
Oh, let me go, I'm afraid I've met someone strange. It's a miracle that such a person can survive until now. Chang Yu couldn't help but want to laugh: "Are you famous in Guanzhong?"
"It's okay. The black and white people in Guanzhong will give you some face." The man glanced at Chang Yu and then at Chen Suole and the others around him: "You all have martial arts, and you were also a member of the Jianghu community earlier."
Chang Yu nodded: "You seem to have some ability, why don't you join the rebels and discuss important matters together?"
Ruan Xiaotian laughed, with disdain on his face: "Although we are all from the Jianghu community, we are not from the same community."
After saying that, he turned around and drifted away.
"You're a short-lived ghost who came out of nowhere," Wang Fuchen couldn't help scolding, and Kuang Ren sighed: "You know what, this is a real charlatan, similar to that little Li Feidao Lu Xiaofeng, right? He belongs to the shopkeeper."
Chang Yu hummed.
After drinking the mutton soup, I felt a lot warmer, but I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes. However, I couldn't sleep at this time, so I could only endure it for the time being. Everyone bought some food on the street and hurried eastward. They only walked less than two seconds.
Li Di met a dozen thieves head-on, but none of them were riding horses.
Moreover, these ten or so people also stole Wang Fuchen's lines and began to interrogate them before he could preemptively attack the other party who was far away.
Wang Fuchen was very angry. He snatched the iron sign from Wu Mushan and threw it away: "I have Feng Zhezi, the general under the command of the camp behind Pucheng, but he knows me, and he has a cousin I have never met!"
Those people picked up the sign and looked at it for no reason. They saw that they were all very aggressive and did not dare to ask any more questions. They respectfully handed the sign back and left. As soon as those people left, Kuang Ren whipped his riding crop over and scolded Wang Fuchen.
: "You are seeking death!"
Wang Fuchen was confused: "Boss Kuang...what did I do wrong?"
"It's not enough that you capsized once and almost cost us our lives. Do you want to do it a second time?" Kuang Ren shouted angrily: "Then Feng Zhezi is obviously the leader. Although it is impossible for another cousin to appear, but
Who can guarantee that you won’t meet his acquaintances!”
Wang Fuchen suddenly broke into a cold sweat and said to Chang Yu, "Shopkeeper, I deserve to die!"
Chang Yu said lightly: "If you really die, he won't use a whip." Wang Fuchen was frightened when he heard this, and he even said yes, not to mention Old Man Hui and his group, and his heart began to beat again. This young man
What's the origin? Why does it feel less and less like a tomb robber? Besides, it's said that the big tomb is on the bank of the Weishui River, but it's still dozens of miles away from the Weishui River. Why didn't he turn around and go east instead of going south?
Then the question in his mind was expressed, and Chang Yu said calmly: "The big tomb is at the intersection of Beiluo River and Weishui River."
Old man Hui also traveled south and north. When he heard this, he frowned: "Isn't it close to the Yellow River?"
Chang Yu did not deny it and nodded.
"It is said that there is a confrontation between the two armies over there. It can be said that the war is chaotic. Let's go there..." Old man Hui felt that something was wrong more and more. Chang Yu reined in his horse and turned to look at him and said: "If you feel it is dangerous, you can go back now. I'll give you the money."
I won’t ask for it to come back, so I’ll just treat it as payment for your hard work in accompanying us on this journey.”
Uh... old man Hui became even more confused when he heard this. He whispered to a few people around him for a while, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Wealth can be found in danger. We have made this deal with the shopkeeper."
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