The autumn wind is bleak, bringing with it a coolness and yellowing leaves.
Yang Yu walked on the slightly bleak North Street, thinking in his mind.
In the past two months, Li Eryi's storytelling caused a great craze, so much so that later on, there was no need to go to teahouses and restaurants at all.
I set up a stage by myself, and many people came to see it.
But after looking around, only a third of it fell into my hands.
This is because Liu Qingqing likes to listen to books and comes here from time to time.
Otherwise, it would be more than just a few rogues looking for trouble.
"Lao Li is willing to give it up. There are three or four taels more than expected. Counting what I have on hand, it's almost a hundred taels. It should be enough, right?"
Yang Yu was only wearing a single suit, but he didn't feel cold at all. His heart was burning as he calculated the medicinal materials needed for the 'blood transfusion'.
There are two prescriptions for blood transfusion.
One part is a medicinal bath, and the second part is the core of blood transfusion.
Of course Old Man Wei only gave the first portion.
In fact, he would not teach the core of the blood transfusion formula to others at all, but only if someone under his disciple was close to the threshold of blood transfusion.
There is an opportunity to spend money to buy one.
The other martial arts schools in the inner city are all similar, with harsh conditions and extremely high prices.
Thinking in his mind, Yang Yu quickened his pace, walked through several streets, left North Street, and was about to go to the small courtyard where Wei He was.
Then I heard bursts of crying, accompanied by the sound of blowing air, gradually approaching.
"Someone died again?"
Yang Yu sighed slightly, stopped to look, and his brows suddenly knitted together.
In the almost endless queue, there were as many as twenty-seven colorless coffins.
As for the mourners in front of him, he also recognized many of the people accompanying him.
For example, Zhu Shisan, who was wearing sackcloth and mourning in the team, cried so much that he almost fainted.
"Something happened in the Yamen?"
Yang Yu was startled and took a few steps closer. He heard passers-by talking and sighing.
More than ten days ago, Wang Captou led people out of the city. In addition to a group of police officers, he also sent more than ten government officials to accompany him to receive the medicinal materials shipped from Shunde Prefecture.
I had been away for more than ten days, but what I brought back was bad news.
Not only the government officials who went there, but also the police officers suffered heavy casualties. Even the head catcher Wang Fo Bao was also seriously injured and was carried back from outside the city.
"There are many things happening in autumn every year, but this year is especially true. Alas, it's a troubled year, it's a troubled year."
An old man sighed, worried:
"Captain Wang has been injured. This year, I'm afraid this year will be very uneven..."
The other people also fell silent.
Wang Fobao has a very good reputation in Black Mountain City. In addition to his strict behavior, he also has great martial arts skills and has captured gangsters many times.
Even he was injured...
"Could it be that I was ambushed?"
Yang Yu was also guessing in his mind.
Heishan City is a prison city that houses most of the thieves and prisoners from Shunde Prefecture and even several nearby prefectures, many of whom are extremely cruel people.
Although he has never experienced it, he has heard that every few years, people come here to rob the prison.
"well."
Looking at the long funeral procession, Yang Yu's heart tightened and he walked faster. After a while, he arrived outside Weihe's small courtyard.
In the cold little courtyard, only Hu Wan was resting his body.
The thick stone mill was tossed casually like straw. He stopped his strength when he heard the footsteps.
"Um?"
Hu Wan didn't care who the person was, but after a casual glance, he couldn't take his eyes away.
After a long while, I dropped the stone grinder, half surprised and half doubtful:
"You've actually reached this point?!"
Li Eryi was shocked when he saw the little changes in Yang Yu with his own eyes, not to mention Hu Wan, whom he hadn't seen for two months.
"Good guy, good guy!"
Without waiting for Yang Yu's answer, Hu Wan strode over and looked around in circles for a while under the former's doubtful eyes.
He was amazed, but when he smelled the vague medicinal fragrance, Hu Wan was only shocked.
This is obviously the medicinal bath that has soaked into the bone marrow and taken in the flavor!
In other words, this kid is already in need of a blood exchange!
But it’s only been a few days?!
Needless to say, Hu Wan clearly remembered that when she sent him home, Yang Yu had never even heard of blood transfusion.
Why so fast?
How can it be?!
"master."
Just as Yang Yu was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of Old Wei who was smoking a dry cigarette and said hello hurriedly.
"Um."
Old Wei walked over with a sullen face, looked up and down, and suddenly grabbed Yang Yu's shoulder.
"division…"
Yang Yu's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously raised his arms to parry, using his feet to move back.
Snap!
The next moment, thin hands were already grasping his shoulders.
With just a slight shake, Yang Yu felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and he couldn't help but feel horrified.
“The muscles are long and the bones are strong, and what’s especially rare is that the bones are heavy enough.”
After retracting his hand, Wei He's gloomy face showed a hint of smile, and he was actually a little surprised in his heart.
Although he didn't take his disciples seriously, he still felt the bones and tendons every time he accepted them.
Although he couldn't remember Yang Yu's skeletal appearance at that time, I guess it was just normal, otherwise he wouldn't have remembered it.
Could it be that I really made a mistake?
"What kind of martial arts is this? I felt like my bones were falling apart just now..."
Swinging his numb arms, Yang Yu was really surprised.
In the past few months, he has been practicing martial arts almost day and night. With decades of sword training skills gained from the old man, he has made rapid progress.
Those thugs who fight in the streets all the time, each one can withstand his punches and kicks.
But just now, he had no power to fight back.
"It's just some small tricks to capture. If you know the bones more, you can do it too."
As soon as Wei He raised his hand, Hu Wanyi trotted over to bring a big chair and asked him to sit down.
Ta da~
After knocking the cigarette rod casually a few times, Wei He said:
"Are you coming this time to get a blood transfusion?"
"Exchange blood?!"
Hu Wan's voice almost broke when he yelled, and his rough face was full of shock: "Master, Junior Brother Yang is going to need a blood transfusion now?!"
He saw that Yang Yu had made rapid progress during this period, but how could he exchange blood in two months?
Doesn’t blood transfusion take half a year or even a year?
"People can never be generalized."
After taking a deep look at Hu Wan, Old Man Wei said with emotion: "There are some people in this world who are different after all."
"..."
Hu Wanhu's body trembled and he was speechless for a moment.
These words are too familiar.
If I remember correctly, Wei He said this to his junior brother when he asked about his progress.
Now, is it your turn?
After taking a look at the shocked Hu Wan, Yang Yu took out the banknote and handed over the broken silver:
"Disciple would like a copy of the 'blood transfusion solution'."
"Um…"
Wei He groaned and was about to speak when he heard a rapid knock on the door.
boom!
Bang bang!
The old wooden door trembled and dust fell.
Old Man Wei's eyelids trembled and he cursed loudly:
"It's so urgent. Is anyone in your family planning to reincarnate?!"
Yang Yu also frowned a little and walked straight over.
The door opened, and a young policeman in soap uniform strode in. Seeing the gloomy old Wei, he hurriedly smiled and said:
"Master Wei, don't be upset, this time, a big job is coming!"
Before Wei He could say anything, the policeman stepped forward, took out the banknote, and handed it over.
"One hundred taels?!"
Yang Yu's eyelids twitched when he saw it.
One hundred taels doesn't matter, even in the inner city, you can buy two sets of slightly smaller courtyards.
So far, I have spent just over one hundred taels on my own blood exchange.
Do executioners make money like this?!
"so much?"
Old Wei stretched out his hand to take the silver and weighed it. Not only was he unhappy, but he frowned:
"Which god is so desperate that he can let Sanchi Liu give up so much silver?"
"hey-hey."
After glancing at Yang Yu and Hu Wan, the policeman smiled and said nothing.
Yang Yu and Hu Wan looked at each other and were about to avoid it when Old Man Wei called them to stop him. To be precise, it was Yang Yu.
"Yang Prison, you stay."
Hu Wan's eyes were full of resentment, but he didn't dare to say anything. He walked away in frustration, and before leaving, he kicked the stone over.
"What are you doing?"
The young detective asked cautiously.
"Shut up the sword at the end of the day. This is a rule passed down from our ancestors! I told you to put away the sword years ago. It makes no sense, so why don't you just take it back after a year?"
The policeman looked at Yang Prison with hesitation: "But if he goes, it's better to let Mr. Hu go..."
"Then get out."
Wei He didn't say a word, he just saw off the guests.
"Master Wei..."
The policeman was willing to go back, but when he saw the banknotes that Wei He had put into his sleeve, he suddenly became angry.
Then why don't you return the banknote to me?
"division…"
Yang Yu's eyelids twitched and he wanted to say something, but Wei He stopped him.
"Well, that's okay."
The policeman agreed hesitantly, and before leaving, he asked Yang Yu's address.
"In previous years, executions had to wait for the imperial court's approval, Qingzhou to issue a letter, and a letter to Shunde Prefecture before Heishan City had the right to execute criminals.
This year, it seems a bit late.”
Wei He took a deep breath of dry smoke, his expression soothed and he could not refuse:
"After this autumn, you come to carry out the execution!"
"this…"
Yang Prison hesitated.
He did not despise the executioner's profession, but he felt that he was a gentle and gentle person who frequently beheaded people, which was not suitable for him.
In his imagination, he should be dressed in white and wield a sword all over the world.
Instead of wearing a vest and a red headband to behead someone in the market.
"Ha~"
Seeing that Yang Yu didn't answer, Old Man Wei suddenly sneered:
"I heard that you are close to a storyteller. Could it be that you don't know the rules of learning?"
"Know a thing or two..."
Yang Prison took a deep breath and nodded in agreement:
"I see."
In addition to being passed down from father to son, most of the Ming Dynasty's businesses are passed down from master to apprentice.
However, if you want to learn the skills of others to make a living, how can it be without cost?
There may be different rules in various industries, but most of them are "three years of study, one year of help", and some are more stringent, even "three years of handyman, three years of apprenticeship, and three years of help".
All in all, Old Man Wei is quite relaxed.
After all, no one in any dynasty or generation beheaded every day...
"Take the money."
Wei He got up and walked into the house. After a while, he came out with a large bag of medicinal materials and gave it to Yang Yu. Finally, he handed back his banknotes and broken silver.
"What are you doing?"
Yang Yu was stunned.
Old Man Wei was well known for his greed for money, and he never looked back on the money that came into his hands.
"One hundred taels for a portion, no less, no more, no more."
Wei He knocked on his pipe and slowly turned back to his room: