Chapter 797 heavy rain, paper umbrella, white-clothed guest
Morning Queen.
When the two arrived in Shengping County, the weather happened to change, with dark clouds covering the county town and a hazy drizzle.
But look at that day, I guess it won't be long before someone has to splash something.
There were only a few people on the road, and two old white-haired guards were guarding the gate of Shengping County.
But when it comes to guarding, in fact, it is not completely guarded.
Just when Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu had just deposited their horses at the inn next to the city gate, they happened to see two dedicated veterans waking up, yawning and walking in, leaving Shengping County empty.
Is the defense so lax?
Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu looked at each other. Didn't they say that the world outside was desolate, bandits were raging, and the market was not good?
But taking advantage of the gap between the city gates, Yi Lin directly pulled Wang Xiaohu into the city.
Yi Lin discovered something on the road. The silver they got from the robbers had the inscription of a certain bank printed on it. It was really going to be traced. The origin was hard to explain.
A good example of robbing the rich and giving to the poor may be misunderstood in the end.
Shengping County, Shengping County, Shengping County.
The name of this county town is good.
But when the two stepped in, they had no intention of "singing and dancing".
There are many homeless beggars squatting beside the avenue. They habitually beg from passers-by.
"I'm hungry...I'm hungry...please give up!"
"I have an 80-year-old mother and a seven-year-old son. My humble wife is still disabled..."
"Save the child... I haven't had a full meal for eighteen days..."
Someone was crying.
Some people screamed.
Someone shouted hungry.
The beggars had just stretched out their hands to Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu out of habit. When they looked up, they saw that these guys were actually hairy boys. They immediately retracted their hands into their sleeves unluckily. Looking again, they saw that Wang Xiaohu was very tall.
Ma Da, who still had a knife on his waist, immediately did not dare to beg. They shivered and retracted their hands into their ragged sleeves, pretending that they had never begged before.
Wang Xiaohu saw how pitiful they were and reached out to touch them.
Not long ago, Yi Lin deposited part of her silver with Wang Xiaohu because the silver was too heavy.
Yi Lin saw Wang Xiaohu's plan, gently pressed her friend's hand that was about to make a move, and shook her head without leaving any trace.
Wang Xiaohu hesitated for a few seconds, but still chose to follow Yi Lin's opinion.
The two communicated silently, without attracting anyone else's attention.
"Boom!"
A thunder broke through the dark clouds.
The bright light of lightning made their faces turn pale.
Immediately afterwards, a heavy downpour fell, shattering all over the ground.
"It's raining!"
"Run!"
As soon as it started to rain heavily, all the beggars who had seemed weak and out of breath just now ran away with a roar.
Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at the beggars who dispersed in a hurry, wondering why the poor man who just kept talking about not having enough to eat for eighteen days could run more swiftly than Wang Xiaohu.
"What are you doing standing around? Hurry up and get out of the rain."
Yi Lin smiled and gave Wang Xiaohu a hand, while she erected an invisible "thought umbrella" above her head to block the rain.
The two of them followed the eaves, passed the market, and came to a luxurious building.
This should be considered a prosperous and bustling city in Shengping County.
But at the moment, because of the bad weather, the heavy rain can even drip holes in the umbrellas, so the street is lonely and empty of pedestrians.
"Where should we go to take shelter from the rain?"
Yi Lin quickly looked around for a moment and pointed in one direction.
Wang Xiaohu looked in the direction of Yi Lin's finger and suddenly took a breath of cold air: "Wanxiang Tower? Wait, Brother Lin, is this the legendary place of fireworks...the brothel!"
Wang Xiaohu was shocked.
He never expected Yi Lin to be such a person.
How old are you!
He also grew up under the influence of Uncle Niu's stories.
Whenever Uncle Niu talks about the most famous and coveted place in Dongsheng China, "Wanxiang Tower", he always subconsciously adds a lot of wonderful ink.
Even though Uncle Niu cared about the innocence of children, the meaning behind his few words was that Wanxiang Tower was not a serious place.
After a while.
Only then did Wang Xiaohu realize that he had thought wrongly and had misunderstood.
It turns out that Yi Lin was referring to the teahouse next door to Wanxiang House.
The name on the plaque of the teahouse is slightly unique - Sanpinxuan.
There were many people sitting in Sanpinxuan taking shelter from the rain.
Some people who seemed to have no money were kicked out directly by a tall and impressive spectator in front of the teahouse.
When Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu stepped into the teahouse, dusty and dusty, when the tall man's gaze fell on Yi Lin's face, he first showed disgust.
Then he quickly turned to Wang Xiaohu, his eyes finally fell on the broad knife on Wang Xiaohu's waist, then he squinted his eyes, grinned, and said with a full smile: "Hey, the guest officer looks at you, you two are full of nobility.
This is not an ordinary gentleman. Come on, come on, you two gentlemen, have a seat in the teahouse! Come on, please give me a seat in the teahouse!"
"It seems that Wang Xiaohu's hidden charm value is really not low."
Yi Lin muttered secretly.
It seems that Wang Xiaohu was really the right person to bring along on this trip...it's very useful.
At the very least, it saves a lot of trouble.
But Wang Xiaohu’s face doesn’t look like the type of person with high charm. Charisma, does it really mean that you don’t need to look at your face?
Stepping into the teahouse, Yi Lin habitually observed the surrounding environment.
Even after spending thirteen years here, Yi Lin still has not forgotten the little habits he made during the trials as an apostle.
There was a middle-aged storyteller, shaking a paper fan, telling various anecdotes in the teahouse with great interest.
A group of tea drinkers gathered around the storyteller, saying hello and applauding from time to time to add to the fun.
On every tea table, there are groups of three or five chatting about Jianghu affairs.
In the most conspicuous position of Sanpinxuan, there is a calligraphy work posted. In Yi Lin's opinion, the calligraphy is ordinary, but the content is somewhat interesting - "Taste tea, taste people, taste the things in the world."
The two of them sat on the second floor.
There is an open-air balcony with tiles to cover the head, so the environment is not too bad.
The surrounding sounds were very mixed.
The sound of storytelling, conversation, rain, and the muted sounds from next door all mixed together like a market song.
Wang Xiaohu came to the county town for the first time. He looked around like a country bumpkin.
After a while, Yi Lin ordered a pot of hot tea and a few plates of delicate snacks, then sat down.
"call--"
Wang Xiaohu poured a full cup of hot tea, cooled it with his mouth, then tilted his neck and drank a big gulp. It seemed that he was very tired from traveling all night, and he could finally rest.
Yi Lin closed her eyes and began to listen.
Wang Xiaohu watched Yi Lin close his eyes and not speak, nor drink tea, nor eat. He gnawed the peanuts in boredom, counting them one by one. The two were silent for a while, and Wang Xiaohu finally couldn't help it anymore.
Thinking of what happened just now, with a bit of embarrassment, he whispered: "Brother Lin, I just thought you were planning to go somewhere."
Wang Xiaohu pursed his lips towards the partition wall, his meaning clear.
Yi Lin didn't open her eyes and replied with a smile: "Maybe there will be a chance to go in and see something."
"hiss……?"
Wang Xiaohu took a breath.
It rains heavily, and the vegetation in my old hometown is deep.
The rain lasted for half an hour.
The lower it gets, the bigger it gets.
The guests in the teahouse were all trapped in the teahouse and could not move. The group could only drink tea and listen to the scholar tell stories to pass the time.
It was close to noon, the sky was still dark, and the dark clouds had not subsided at all. It seemed that this long-awaited rain would continue for a while.
On the street, due to the lack of drainage system, bursts of turbulent water flooded half of the street, like a shallow stream, with a constant sound of water.
Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu also sat in the "private seats" on the second floor for half an hour. Yi Lin asked people to refill the tea from time to time. After the waiter carrying the teapot refilled the teapot for the sixth time, he looked at Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu's eyes.
Something is wrong.
Wang Xiaohu was also a little worried. They had been sitting here for a long time. If they stayed here for a long time, something would happen every minute.
Don't get me wrong, Wang Xiaohu is not worried about the two of them, but worried about the people in the teahouse.
No one who witnessed the bloody scene of Yi Lin killing bandits with his own eyes would naively think that Yi Lin was an innocent young man with no power.
"By the way, Brother Lin, aren't we leaving yet?"
"Go?" Yi Lin finally opened her eyes and looked at the latter speechlessly: "Where are you going?"
"Ah this?" Wang Xiaohu scratched his head: "I don't know this."
"That's it." Yi Lin finally took a sip of the cold tea in front of her, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really tiring to collect intelligence in this environment."
Coming, coming, coming!
Wang Xiaohu shook his head and became energetic.
It’s Brother Lin’s dialect!
"Collect...intelligence?"
Wang Xiaohu asked.
Yi Lin explained with a smile: "A place where fish and dragons are mixed is the easiest place to collect information. When people are relaxed, sometimes they even inadvertently let slip and reveal some secrets."
"Brother Lin, what do you mean?" Wang Xiaohu first quietly stretched out his finger and poked it downwards, meaning "the tea guest downstairs." Then he looked at Yi Lin with more admiration in his eyes: "Brother Lin,
What do you know?"
Yi Lin raised the corners of her mouth and smiled. Just when she was about to say something, there was a strange movement downstairs.
"Shh."
Yi Lin made a gesture to silence Wang Xiaohu, but he stood up, walked to the eaves of the second floor, and looked outside.
In the torrential rain.
A guest in white clothes holding a snow-white paper umbrella walked across the water slowly and slowly.