On Duijin Street, south of the outer city, on a slope made of large pebbles, there is a rather spacious mansion with gray walls and black tiles.
That is where YangMeng lives.
According to his family's financial situation, he could have moved into the inner city long ago, bought a second-entry yard, and lived a good life.
You should know that there were many laborers digging sand here on Duijin Street, creating huge potholes.
It creates many dangerous shoals and washes the river banks, making it very noisy.
Drunkards often get drunk and fall to their death and are washed downstream.
Especially during the rainy season, the water vapor evaporates, making it cold and wet. It is difficult to say that it is suitable for retirement.
Although his son Yang Quan persuaded him several times, for some reason, his father liked to stay here.
In the past few days, the streets have been filled with mourning and joy.
Ever since the funeral procession entered Yang's house that day, the gongs and drums had almost never stopped.
Seeing as there was a table to eat, everyone had nothing to complain about.
At most, Yang's father lost his son in his later years, and the white-haired man gave the black-haired man a gift as a topic of conversation after dinner.
After all, Yang Quan led a group of thugs during his lifetime, and the shabby things they did to bully and dominate the market were enough to fill many baskets.
There are many people who secretly lament that "God has eyes", "It's a great pleasure", and "It's a good death".
"Brother Quan, you died so miserably!"
"I am so jealous of talented people! Why did I choose you!"
"It hurts me so much! I wish I could just leave with you..."
The mourning tent built in the shape of a big house was erected early. Dozens of men and women, wearing sackcloth and mourning, knelt inside and howled in mourning.
This is the tea master invited by Xinyi Street, specializing in weddings and weddings.
As long as they receive a letter from someone, they will notify the gang house, shed shop, and color tie work, prepare relevant tools, and then work up and down to take care of everything.
In the mourning shed, Yang Mengku was sitting on a low chair, throwing paper money into the copper basin. The tongues of fire sprang up, licking up the charred ashes.
Those "filial sons and virtuous grandsons" who howled hard for the reward knelt in two rows.
I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe, as if my parents were dead.
The noisy and lively funeral took place until the last minute, and then we took a break.
The wailing suddenly stopped, everyone stood up and beat their legs. The tea masters who came to the door in small groups and sang rites, stretched out their hands to receive money.
Taking care of two meals a day can still make a net profit of 80 yuan. It is a good job that is difficult to find even if you work under a lantern.
When everyone dispersed, the mourning shed became deserted again.
The strong man in rough clothes and bloomers looked around to make sure no one was watching before walking in:
"Master Meng, please have a warm meal. Brother Quan has a spirit in heaven, and he can't bear to see you ruining your body and bones like this."
Yang Meng's dry face moved slightly, as if the rotten wood had gained a little life:
"Have you checked it out?"
The strong man leaned over and lowered his voice:
"The ins and outs are almost figured out. Brother Quan met the young master's family in Sanyuan Garden in the inner city. He learned that the Ghost Pattern Fish would be used to practice the Grand Pass breakthrough, so he promised to get 20 suitable good products to make up for the cripple. of stewardship vacancies.
Then he found Wang Lezi, who seemed to have a secret recipe for making bait. The two of them cooperated and discussed making a fortune.
It was going quite smoothly, but two scoundrels died inexplicably in the middle, saying they were drowned.
Later, when it was time to hand in the numbers near the end of the month, Liang Sanshui passed Wu Gui first, presented the ghost-striped fish to his employer, and cut off Brother Quan's beard.
Brother Quan didn't have the temperament to swallow his anger, so he rushed from the dilapidated shack on Xinyi Street to Wang Lezi's house overnight.
His father was missing and his mother died on the bed, her body stinking.
And then...it was gone. "
YangMeng's face was expressionless:
"Is the demon fish really harmful to people?"
The strong man could not help but tremble when he came into contact with the pair of cold eyes. He swallowed back the words in his throat and said instead:
"...It's hard to say. But now Wang Leizi is dead without a complete body, his parents are gone, and all clues have been lost."
Yang Meng seemed to have thick phlegm stuck in his mouth, and he was unhappy if he didn't vomit:
"Liang Laoshi has a grudge against me. His son got twenty ghost-striped fish out of nowhere. There is something very strange about this.
The fishermen in Dongshi Shop may not be able to collect enough money in a month, but Liang Sanshui got it without any effort.
You can't just invite the water ghost into the river? The key should be Bai Aqi, who has risen to fame. "
The strong man raised his eyebrows and exuded a fierce aura:
"Master Meng, if you don't find an opportunity, I'll ask the brothers to kill him, chop off this kid's head, and put it on the incense table in the tomb to pay homage to Brother Quan."
YangMeng looked helpless and glared:
“What nonsense are you talking about, do you think it’s a good time for us to kill people and buy goods on the Blackwater River?
Anyone who stood in the way would be kidnapped by the whole family overnight, sailed into the reed swamp, chopped into seven or eight pieces, and put into sacks to feed the fish.
Take it easy for a moment, Liang Laoshi is watching, so it's hard to make a move.
Besides, the boy changed his household name and moved easily, leaving some clues, so the fish pen will definitely have to be tampered with.
Humph, Liang honestly thought that he could be saved by becoming a disciple and entering a martial arts gym?
Even if he becomes Xiong Ying Hu Bao's apprentice, he still cannot escape the life-death debt!
By the way, how about the other thing I asked you to check? "
The strong man looked strange:
"Master Meng, I have inquired about it. Brother Quan usually has three or four good friends, and he invites them to the house.
In addition, the women I have met in the past six months are like the wife of fisherman Shuanzi in Dongshi, the wife of Lin Laoliu in Chaishi, and the wife of Orion Wanger..."
What?
Are they all women with husbands?
YangMeng narrowed his eyes, causing the strong man who was getting excited to quickly stop:
"We asked the doctors to look at each of them one by one. No one can figure out the pulse for the time being."
YangMeng clenched his fingers tightly and sighed softly:
"Okay, let's pay more attention after a while, maybe someone among them will leave seeds for the Yang family.
Remember, burn down Wang Lezi’s house, and then whip the bones of the old godly woman into pieces! She gave birth to a damn son, and even Quan'er died! "
After the strong man finished explaining, he respectfully stepped forward to offer incense, kowtowed and worshiped the coffin where the clothes were placed.
"Master Meng, Brother Quan cannot die in vain. Many brothers are waiting for your orders!"
He did not stand up, but turned to YangMeng and said:
"As long as you give the order, we can stir up trouble in the eight hundred miles of Heishui River..."
YangMeng's eyelids drooped and he threw down the last stack of paper money in his hand:
"Don't worry, although Quan'er is impetuous and a bit reckless, she may have done some small things that were too much.
But after all, he is the flesh that fell from my body. If someone cuts my flesh and drains my blood, it means taking my life. How can I just let it go?
It's not difficult to take care of Bai Ah Qi, a fisherman who was lucky enough to be associated with the Liang family.
Wait until Quan'er has passed the first seven days before cooking. Please be patient. The big meat ticket business in recent years was not waiting for it to come out. I have a good idea in my heart. "
The strong man was very excited and his face was full of joy. He and a group of brothers were nesting in the reeds. They hadn't done any big business for a long time.
“These days, friends come to my door every day, asking me to express my condolences.
They don’t know that I, Yang Meng, waded out of the 800-mile Heishui River through ruthlessness! I have always been the only one who allows others to express their condolences! "
Yang Meng's face was frighteningly dark, as if he had been immersed in a black water river, and the cold air emanating from his body was bone-piercing.
"Such a loud tone? It would be ridiculous for an old dog that is living in the outer city to show off its power."
The voice of unabashed ridicule suddenly sounded, and suddenly passed into the shed where the coffin was parked.
YangMeng's eyes flashed and he turned to look at the door. He saw a tall man with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes.
The visitor stopped in front of the wooden table where the tea master chanted the name and tapped his fingers twice:
"Write my name on it, Tongwen Hall, Ninghai Zen.
I brought my apprentice Bai Qi to offer Yang Quan a stick of incense. "
"Ning? What kind of dog with no eyes is barking? How dare you come here to mess with Master Meng!"
The strong man climbed up and shouted in a rough voice.
He had never heard of Ning Haichan, and he was worried that he would have nowhere to show his loyalty to Master Meng.
He immediately raised his fists and stepped out of the funeral shed.
"The hands are generous, the calluses on the tiger's mouth are about to fall off, and the blood is almost overflowing. He is a practicing master!"
Bai Qi took a quick glance and observed many details.
Of course, he was not worried about Ning Haichan at all.
This kind of thing, placed in front of the number one coach in Heihe County, would probably look like a child.
"You don't even know who I am, you are ignorant and fearless, and you are not qualified to die in my hands."
Ning Haichan raised his eyelids slightly and cast a casual glance.
Buzz!
His clothes swayed, and outside his body, it seemed like pebbles had fallen into a flat lake, causing ripples in the air currents.
The burly man striding forward seemed to be under a restraining spell for an instant, his eyes widened and his hands and feet stiffened suddenly.
It was as if his throat was being held in a vise, his mouth wide open but no sound could come out.
After struggling tenaciously for two or three breaths, he fell to the ground like a clay or wood sculpture.
His face was full of fear and panic, as if he was drowning, and his mouth and nose were cut off from breath.
"Teach...head."
Yang Meng felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He sat on the low chair and did not dare to move.
Tongwen Museum, Ninghai Zen!
He knew very well the weight of these six words, which was enough to overwhelm all martial arts in Heihe County.
"Bai Qi, my new disciple. I came here today to take him to offer a stick of incense to your son. Any grudges in the past will be settled."
Ning Haichan was just like strolling in the courtyard. He walked into the spiritual shed and looked down:
"For the sake of your pain of losing your son, I pretended not to have heard the arrogant words you just made to express condolences to others.
However, this will not happen next time. When you get older, you have to accept your old age and know how to keep your head down and be a good person, so that you can enjoy your old age in peace.
understand? "
Yang Meng's old face like withered tree bark trembled violently, and finally a few words burst out from between his teeth:
"knew."
