The government officials in Wuhang City turned the city upside down but could not find any clues about the abducted people, until a few children playing under the city wall accidentally broke through the hidden hole.
It was obvious that the three people had already escaped from the city.
Earlier, Rouge Alley was also disturbed by the police who came to search. The fugitives were not found, but many of them were caught in other major and minor cases. "The small ones are hidden in the mountains and forests, and the big ones are hidden in the city." Hiding among the many brothels
The land can be regarded as the best choice, but now that the silt has been stirred up by this storm and exposed, it can only be said that things are unpredictable.
Wei Changpan had no place to travel, and if he was interrogated, his secret would be exposed, so he avoided going out and only dared to tiptoe back at nightfall.
Now that this incident happened, the city of Wuhang suddenly became tense. There were constant curfew announcements from the government offices in the city. It took him some effort to climb over the wall and return to the building, but he almost ran into the government officials who were about to kill him, but it was okay.
There was a near miss, but it was a mistake.
There was a curfew in the city, and although the traffic and horses at the entrance of Rouge Lane were a little sparse, they were all BMWs. Several of the tallest buildings welcomed people. They either took off their official uniforms and deliberately concealed their faces when entering, or they wore pendants around their waists.
A rich man's son, with a curfew in front of these people, is nothing but a dispensable thing.
He picked up a broom and gathered together the sunflower seeds and peanut shells that were covered with a thick layer on the floor of the building. Then he shoveled them into the slop bucket and waited for someone to empty them tomorrow. Wei Changpan weighed them roughly.
Considering the weight of the dust today, there should be more people coming to listen to the book in the afternoon than the previous two days, but Father Yan still has a sad face, sighing.
"Dad Yan, dad Yan, why are you still looking so sad? Isn't the business in this building okay today?"
However, Father Yan refused to pay attention to him and just stretched out three fingers.
"Three taels of silver? Isn't that a good business?"
Father Yan shook his head two or three times, but still refused to speak, his three fingers still standing straight there.
"Could it be thirty taels?" Seeing that Father Yan was still shaking his head, Wei Changpan asked cautiously: "Could it be that there are only three taels..."
The three straight fingers finally relaxed. Father Yan picked up the bowl of tea next to him and brought it to his mouth. Among them were some cooling herbs to protect his throat. He swallowed a few mouthfuls, pointed to his throat again, and
Astonished
The mouth makes speech, and finally turns into a comical expression of open mouth but no words.
"Is the storyteller's voice broken?"
Wei Changpan asked tentatively, but Father Yan nodded repeatedly. Mother Sun opened the kitchen curtain and brought out a bowl of steaming egg tea. The fresh eggs were beaten up and then poured in with boiling water. The smell was very strong.
"Old man Yan, drink this quickly. It's three cents for an egg. Isn't it just to help your throat heal quickly? Why are you covering your mouth? How old are you? Is it possible that I still have to feed you?"
Father Yan, who was covering his mouth and nose and extremely resistant to the egg tea, was obviously shaken when he heard the eggs cost "three cents each". Mother Sun drank the bowl of egg tea without much effort, but forgot about it.
It had just been boiled in boiling water. Father Yan struggled, but was still caught by Mama Sun, who had extremely strong hands, like a chicken.
After drinking the egg tea, Sun's mother turned to Wei Changpan and complained: "Those little guys came to bring a bench to listen to books, and they sat there from beginning to end. They stuffed their free tea, water and snacks into their stomachs more grandly than anyone else, and took them out.
When it comes to money, I have become a coy new daughter-in-law. The whole story-telling stopped, and there are still a few who are given a copper coin. They don’t even have enough money for tea. Can you be honest, Panzi?"
Mother Sun angrily took back the bowl she had filled with egg tea. When she saw Father Yan, who was blushing and blowing air hard, she said angrily:
"I feed you the egg tea with my own hands. You old boy, why are you so picky? Be careful, I don't even have any egg tea. I'm just eating porridge and pickles."
Father Yan, who was still blowing, blushed and shouted in a hoarse voice: "It's hot!"
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"Come on, be good, open your mouth, yes, ah————"
Sister Cui asked Father Yan to open his mouth in a tone of deceiving a child. Seeing the red and swollen throat behind a mouth full of rotten teeth, she frowned and said:
"My voice was already hoarse, but now it has been burned. I have to take a break from speaking for ten days. You are the same, Mother Sun. If you force him to drink such hot egg tea, it will burn his throat."
Mother Sun was unable to say anything with her two rough hands clasped together. Father Yan was the only one left in the building who could still make some income every day. Mother Sun often got up early to finish her breakfast.
It only cost a few tens of pennies to sell, let alone a reward.
A few days ago, there was a wealthy guest from the north. He probably didn't have enough fun last night. He complained that the noodles cooked by Sun's mother didn't taste like his hometown. His servants almost overturned the table in the building and threw the noodle bowl.
I just walked away without even giving me half a penny.
As for Sister Cui's pipa, it is even more bleak, with only a few listeners. Most of the time, she is still the icing on the cake for Father Yan's storytelling. From time to time, she has to endure the boos of the listeners. After forcing a smile several times, she put away her pipa and climbed upstairs.
I was so angry that I wanted to smash the pipa that had been with me for many years, but I couldn't bear to part with this ordinary white wood pipa. But after that, I went downstairs less often. Even if I did, it was to accompany my father Yan's book with some tunes.
After understanding Qing Ke who knew how to play the pipa, Sister Cui's money income plummeted.
Wei Changpan...don't mention it.
"It's okay, it doesn't matter if my voice is hoarse. I remember back then..." Father Yan muttered in a hoarse voice, but was stopped by Sister Cui.
This woman who has gone through many storms has not the habit of worrying about saving face and suffering. Sister Cui sighed, the rent of this building in Rouge Lane is ten taels of silver per month, plus the expenses of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, a small amount of forty taels of silver cannot be escaped.
For Sister Cui, who currently receives less than twenty taels of silver per month, this amount of money still needs to be added in by twenty taels.
Since the business is losing money, there is no need to continue it, let alone when the foundation is not very strong. Sister Cui has never been able to make a decision, and finally made the decision after Father Yan became hoarse. Rouge Lane
The population in the city moves very fast, and the rent is often three-month rent with one mortgage. Sister Cui just renewed her rent more than a month ago. She can live in this building for a while, but she has to leave when the time comes, otherwise she won't be able to leave.
On the third day, officials from the Wuhang City Government Office arrived, and everything in the house was thrown onto the alley, which was shameful.
Sun's mother's eyes were red, and she was blaming herself. She was living a good life, but she couldn't live it anymore.