Chapter 71: Two Worlds in Volume One: Storms in the Western Regions
Chapter 71 Two Worlds
The deputy shopkeeper stood at the door holding a tray and called Mr. Zhao from afar.
Zhao Rang nodded at him and he walked into the house.
There was a bowl of noodles on the tray. There was nothing on the surface. It looked like a bowl of plain noodles. Zhao Rang looked at it, picked up the chopsticks and put them down again, with a fierce look in his eyes.
Somen noodles are the cheapest, but also the most expensive!
The last time he ate vegetarian noodles, he chopped off a human head and exchanged the head for a table of delicious food and a pot of Western Spring.
Before eating vegetarian noodles this time, he also chopped off a human head. Although he didn't know who Xiaolan's true identity was, he could still tell with his extraordinary double sword skills that this girl was not worth more than Mr. Zheng.
Too cheap.
Plain noodles were like a kind of ridicule. Zhao Rang didn't know whether he should eat it or not, so he said calmly:
“A bowl of plain noodles!”
The less you say, the greater the consequences!
The deputy shopkeeper heard the chill and murderous intent in Zhao Rang's tone, and explained tremblingly:
"Master Zhao, this...this is not plain noodles, this is Yangchun noodles."
Zhao Rang frowned and asked:
"Yangchun noodles? How do you make Yangchun noodles?"
At first glance, there is no difference between Yangchun noodles and plain noodles. The biggest difference is that Yangchun noodles need to use hot soup to break up the lard to make the soup base. This kind of noodles is not eaten here at all in the Western Regions, and it is extremely difficult to find it.
However, the deputy shopkeeper didn't know what Zhao Rang was thinking, and thought he was blaming himself for why there was no meat or vegetables in the bowl of noodles.
"Mr. Zhao, you closed the bank for three days, so no one dared to go out. The cook said that all the meat in the kitchen had been used up during the banquet, and only some lard was left, so he made you a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
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Zhao Rang didn't expect that it was his own fault. After sighing, he picked up the chopsticks again and finished the bowl of Yangchun noodles in two mouthfuls. Not even the soup in the bowl was left.
"Tell the cook that the shopping will continue as usual."
The deputy shopkeeper agreed while clearing the dishes.
But after he packed it up, he still carried the tray and didn't leave, as if there was something else.
Zhao Rang had not yet recovered from the 'power' that Ye Sanniang told him. Seeing his sloppy appearance, he asked directly:
"If you have anything to say, just say it! No one has time to guess!"
The deputy shopkeeper was like a toad, poking and jumping around. Hearing Zhao give way, he followed up and said:
"The detective sent a message this morning."
Zhao Rang raised his head and asked:
"What did you say? If you think the money is too little, you can give me twice as much!"
The deputy shopkeeper shook his head like a rattle and replied:
"He's not asking for money. He just wants me to tell you and Mr. Ximen that the murder case here has been settled. Let's quickly take care of the deceased's funeral."
Zhao Rang didn't expect this.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter. If the corpse is left there for an hour longer, it will become more decomposed. Not only will the smell be overwhelming, but it will also be more likely to cause plague.
Although the detective was a spoon, he was not stupid enough, so he had someone come here to remind him.
"Just deal with it as you have in the past!"
The deputy shopkeeper began to hesitate again.
Zhao Rang's instructions won't work if you don't do it, but it doesn't seem to work if you do it!
If it is done, wouldn't it prove that something like this has happened before? Businessmen are all about being harmonious and making money. Who wants to fight with each other all day long? It is even more taboo to cause death!
The deputy shopkeeper thought that if he really should go and take care of it, he must not be far away from his funeral... He immediately made up his mind and refused to admit it!
"Mr. Zhao, this has never happened before, so there is no precedent to follow. You see..."
When Zhao Rang heard him say this, his tone and expression completely changed, becoming relaxed and casual.
When a person prepares for the worst, he will assume such a posture.
Zhao Rang stared at him for a while, and the deputy shopkeeper looked at him without fear.
After a moment, Zhao Rang withdrew his gaze and asked:
"Is there a coffin shop in Chagan Tologai?"
The deputy shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he had won the bet and quickly replied:
"Yes! But there is only one family!"
Zhao Rang waved his hand and said:
"Take me to see it!"
According to Dawei's rules, after a person dies, he should return to his roots and be laid to rest. Now that it is impossible to return his fallen leaves to his roots, he should be laid to rest as soon as possible.
Especially for the Zhong family class, now that they have died in a foreign country and their death is unclear, they must choose a few good coffins and bury them in a dignified manner.
"Brother Rang, I'll go with you!"
As soon as the brothers walked out of the door one after another, Zhao Rang stopped and said to the deputy shopkeeper:
"The maid named Xiaolan can just bury her, but bring her two knives and bring them to my room!"
Today's Chagan Tologai is as lively as usual, not affected at all by the death.
After all, the biggest thing is making money. If there is no money, everyone will die, it's just a matter of time.
Zhao Rang did not expect that there would be a coffin shop in Chagan Tologeri, because the people who come here are very rich and enjoy themselves.
People who love to enjoy are very precious about their lives. They either practice martial arts on their own or bring enough guards. No one wants to die before they enjoy enough.
There is endless wine to drink, and beauties to sleep over. The temptation of the next drink and the next one is infinite. Under such temptation, everyone wants their life to be longer and longer. So the coffin shop is like this
Places, no matter where they are, are very rare.
The deputy shopkeeper pointed towards the west and said:
"Mr. Zhao, the coffins are laid out on the far side. We can't get through from the center, so we have to take a detour!"
Zhao Rang didn't answer, just glanced at him lightly.
He was so familiar with the coffin shop, and yet he even boasted that such a thing had never happened before. He was really deceiving even a ghost! I don’t know if he was smart or just stupid and bold.
Perhaps because he went to buy a coffin, Zhao Rang felt that there was no color around him today.
The sky is very clear, but there are no clouds. The clouds have been blown away by the mountain wind. There is no contrast, but the blue cannot be seen.
The mountain wind blew away the white clouds, but brought with it sand and dust. The dust was billowing not far from Zhao Rang and the others.
Walking along the outskirts of Chagan Tologai, Zhao Rang saw a shack built on the wasteland.
"What is this place?"
Zhao Rang asked.
The deputy shopkeeper explained:
"Mr. Zhao, this is the original Chagan Tologai."
These shacks were the residences of mountain people in the past. Later, after they became important trade routes, the mountain people with quick minds and abilities came to where they are now, built houses and did business on the road. But there are always idiots with slow brains who take advantage of them.
I can't resist the good opportunities that fall in front of me, and I still stick to the same old routine, so I live like this.
Zhao Rang slowly stopped because he saw several sneaky heads in this shack, looking in their direction.
"The mountain people who still live here either go to the mountains to work hard or beg for food. Those who stay here during the day are just a bunch of little beggars."
Zhao Rang nodded, but at the same time he was on guard.
He knows that people can do anything in order to survive. It's okay to beg for what you can get, but what if you don't get it? The only option is to rob! As long as you don't die, you can distort the truth by opening your mouth. And those who die, even if they are reasonable, are
There was no chance to speak.
Sure enough, when Zhao Rang approached here, he was warmly "greeted".
A group of little beggars showed no sign of being timid. They stepped forward bravely and surrounded Zhao Rang and the three of them. They kowtowed and bowed. Some people did not forget to come to Duan Shu Laibao:
"First worship the king, then worship the ministers, and then worship the people passing by. Save up the gold and accumulate the Beidou, and don't take a penny with you before leaving! Brother, please do your best and give me a penny!"
Zhao Rang thought about this passage in his mind and found it quite interesting. Ximen Dazhuang even remembered it after listening to it once and started repeating it to himself.
The deputy shopkeeper brought two guards from Tongbao Bank. Upon seeing this, the two guards drew their swords and moved forward to scare away the group of little beggars.
But the cold blade couldn't make them step back even half an inch, and there was even a hint of teasing in their eyes.
For them, death may always be a relief. The reason why they are still alive is because there is no self-commitment. But if they die under the knife of others, that is the best way.
The guards are all skilled swordsmen, and they can deal with the unarmed poor people very neatly and without causing them any pain.
There is no reason to come, there is no reason to leave, as long as you cross the middle line of "unreasonable poverty", the world will still be a good world, and the person who killed them is not an enemy, but a benefactor!
Zhao Rang took out the only silver ingot left on his body, asked the guards to retreat, and threw it away.
The silver ingot fell on the ground, but no one picked it up.
These little beggars looked at each other and looked at each other.
They had never seen such a large silver ingot, nor had they seen anyone spend such a generous amount.
Those rich people would rather spend a lot of money on the gambling table or win a beauty in a brothel than think of repairing a house or building a porridge shed for these people.
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the shack.
When the little beggars heard this cry, they stepped aside one after another and stood on both sides honestly.
"What's the meaning?"
The voice spoken just now was in the dialect of the Western Regions, and Zhao Rang didn't understand it. The deputy shopkeeper had been checking Gantuologai all the year round, and was not proficient in the dialect of the Western Regions, but he could deal with it, so he roughly translated it to Zhao Rang:
"This is to tell them to get out of the way, and I also cursed a few times. He said that their eyes are used to vent their anger, which means they are ignorant."
As soon as the deputy shopkeeper finished speaking, Zhao Rang saw a figure coming out from directly in front of him.
He has a hunched back and lame legs, his shoulders are high and low, he swings from side to side a lot when he walks, and he will fall down if he is not careful!
But this man walked very fast, as if a dog was chasing him!
"Mr. Zhao, this hunchback is the owner of the coffin shop."
Zhao Rang asked:
"Why do I think he is not from the Western Regions?"
The deputy shopkeeper replied:
"I don't know about this little one... Ever since he came here, he has been the owner of the coffin shop, and he is also the leading smuggler in this shack."
"Although he is poor and dirty, all the major chambers of commerce have to treat him with filial piety! Otherwise, he will lead these beggars to sit at the door, not afraid of beatings or scolding, just like dog-skin plaster, very unlucky!"