"Afraid I won't give you any money?" Xin Zhuo asked.
The stall owner looked up and down his naked body, with a playful smile on his face, and said, "I wonder where you can put money in your body?"
"If a person understands things and knows good and bad, there will be honor and disgrace..."
Xin Zhuo sighed, "You can store money anywhere."
Sometimes, even if something makes sense, it depends on who is saying it. When Xin Zhuo says it, it makes people feel unreasonably convinced.
The smile on the stall owner's face faded a little, and he said: "Okay, just because of your words, I think highly of you. You have no money for this meal, so I also invited you, wait a minute!"
Turn around and start the pot.
Xin Zhuo glanced at the stars in the sky, picked up a broken piece of wood from the ground at random, used his finger as a knife, carved a few words, and waved to a young man not far away: "Send this to the Governor's Mansion, and we'll do it." It is said that an old friend has invited the Governor to come and see you, and you can get ten taels of silver back!"
The young man's face changed: "Is this true?"
"really!"
"Just wait!"
The young man turned around and ran away. Ten taels of silver was enough for his family of five to live for several months. He was just running errands. There was nothing more advantageous than this.
The owner of the beef stall was very skilled in his craftsmanship. He cut ten kilograms of cooked beef in three strokes, and the noodles in the pot were also ready. The huge pots and bowls were filled to the brim. He brought the meat and noodles together and placed them on the table. :"Please use!"
Seeing that Xin Zhuo was hungry and looked very good while eating, the stall owner couldn't help but smile: "I'm afraid you are not old now. You are a good talker at a young age. Why don't you find a way to make a living? You don't have the talent for martial arts. You can be a waiter or work on a farm, or even if you are unlucky, you can beg for some money and set up a stall to sell groceries. There is no future in being a beggar."
Xin Zhuo took the chopsticks, thought about it seriously, and said, "This is something, I will consider it."
Seeing that the young man listened to the advice, the stall owner felt a sense of accomplishment and nodded: "That's right. This person can never admit defeat. As long as he has a motivated heart, he will stand out sooner or later."
After a pause, he looked at a messy place on the street: "Of course, don't even think about dignitaries, princes and nobles. That is tantamount to daydreaming. Some identities are born with them, and without them, they are gone. They are not ordinary people like us. It's time to think about it. Have you seen that fat man over there?
Young Master of the Song family, he is not the local Song family in Fufeng, but the Song family of the Grand Governor. What a family background that is! His uncle had fought with His Highness King Wenzhao of Qin in the past, and it is said that he is now a big shot in the court with one hand covering the sky.
Can you afford it? You can't afford to offend her. Look, he raped a common girl again. This time... oh, it turned out to be the eldest queen of Bazhou Wang Changshi's family. Tsk, tsk, Wang Changshi was in trouble this time. How did he provoke him? Starting from the Song family, this living king of hell? "
Xin Zhuo finally couldn't stand the talkative stall owner's nagging. He looked back and saw on the street not far away. Pedestrians were crowding around and making noisy noises. A fat young man in rich clothes, accompanied by dozens of people, A few servants surrounded a small sedan chair with four lifts.
The dozen or so guards who escorted the sedan chair have been thrown to the ground, and several maids have also been snatched away by the fat young master's servants, who are laughing and humiliating them.
The fat young man was so wild that he personally opened the curtain of the sedan chair, grabbed a beautiful girl and dragged her out. He held her in his arms and gave the girl a loud kiss with his fat mouth on her face.
A very common scene of the second generation of officials causing trouble.
"What a beast!" the stall owner sighed.
Xin Zhuo glanced at him: "Have you ever served in the military or government?"
This boss's conversation and knowledge are by no means as simple as that of an ordinary noodle stall owner.
The stall owner was silent for a moment and said: "To be honest, the little old man was once the commander of Baying City in Guiweizhou of the Western Qin Dynasty. It's just that the king of the pre-Qin Dynasty is no longer here. He can't stand those high-ranking officials of the Western Qin Dynasty who are willing to be the lackeys of the imperial court." , I have lost the iron-bloodedness and tyranny that His Highness the Pre-Qin King had when he was alive, so I resigned and came here to live in seclusion."
Speaking of this, a trace of tears appeared in my eyes for no reason: "The most regretful thing in my life, little old man, is that I never had the chance to meet the pre-Qin king when he was alive. What a pity.
If the late king had known anything, he would have known that the son of the Western Qin Dynasty, the great army that shocked the world in hundreds of battles, had only fought for the imperial court and that man, with only a few thousand remnant soldiers left, and that all those proud and fierce generals who never bowed their heads were also killed. , what should we think?
The world will eventually be unified, but... is this unified bullshit? Is there any place in the world where the blood of Erlang of Xi Qin is not flowing? The late king will definitely scold us for our incompetence, right? "
When I said this, I couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.
Xin Zhuo's hand that was eating noodles froze, his face tightened, and he struggled to squeeze out a few words from his throat: "The Western Qin Army... has died in the battle?"
"It's over! The countries of the Western Region, Beicang, Nanli and Dongyi are not a bunch of doughty people, how can they not rise up to resist? It takes two or three years to dominate the world, which can be recorded in history. Have you heard of it? How many games will it take to go through this speed? A bloody battle, a vicious battle? War is about killing people, it is about taking human lives. No matter how brave and skilled Xi Qin Erlang is, he will get tired if he keeps killing and killing. If one person kills dozens or hundreds of people, he will die of exhaustion even if he is tired. Got it!"
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The stall owner wiped the corners of his eyes and gave a wry smile, "I'm sorry for you, Meng Lang. What do you know about a flower boy?"
"Help!"
At this time, the daughter of Wang Changshi somehow broke free from the shackles of Young Master Song and ran over in panic. By chance, she bumped into the noodle stall and hid behind the stall owner: "Uncle Yang, help me. , I know you are an old man from Xi Qin, please intercede and ask him to let me go?"
After saying that, I cried bitterly in shock and fear.
"You should run away, little lady, let me see where you are going?"
The eldest son Song led a group of servants, laughing loudly and swaying around.
The stall owner's expression changed again and again. He endured it again and again, but he still couldn't hold it back. He slapped the table hard and said, "That's enough, Mr. Song! You are also a Confucian disciple, a great master, and the nephew of the current Governor-General of the Song Dynasty. What should you know?" For the sake of face, not for family background, aren't you afraid of insulting the name of the Governor of the Song Dynasty? You want a woman, Mingliang is getting married, who dares not to marry? Why do you do such a deed? "
Mr. Song restrained his laughter and blinked: "It turns out to be Lao Yangtou, haha, what a coincidence, please get out of the way. I must have killed her today. I will show it to you on the spot. Don't look at her running away now." Huan, once Canglong enters the python cave, the water will flow like a spring..."
"Didn't you hear what I said?" The stall owner was completely angry, clenching his fists, and his eyes were splitting.
The smile on the face of the eldest son of the Song Dynasty completely disappeared, and he said coldly: "That's right! I am a disciple of Confucianism. I have read poetry and books since I was a child. I know etiquette, justice and integrity, and I am also talented in martial arts. I am a 21-year-old grand master, better than the Fushan sect. The leader, Xue Huaiwei, did not hesitate to give in too much. I will even go to Beijing to be the Minister of the Ministry of War at the end of the year. I will be the second-level official of the First Division, and I will be promoted to the third rank!
But what does it have to do with me robbing civilian girls? Do you know the pain I suffered from growing up with only four walls and no way to feed myself? Now that I have gained power, why can't I have some fun? I don’t want to marry anyone, I don’t want anyone who comes to my door, I just like this feeling of bullying others, it’s great, you know what the heck! "
"Bastard, you, you..." The stall owner was furious, but couldn't say a word.
The eldest son of the Song Dynasty adjusted his collar and said: "Old Yangtou, I advise you to mind your own business. Don't think that I will give you face because you are an old man of the Western Qin Dynasty. The Western Qin Dynasty has passed. The soldiers of the Western Qin Dynasty have passed away." No, if the King of Qin is not here, who cares about the life or death of you, the old man of Western Qin?
Today I want to fuck Wang Changshi’s daughter. Even if the King of Heaven comes, I won’t give him any face! "
As he spoke, he turned around and shouted loudly at the crowd: "My uncle Song Lao Chu, a land immortal, Duke of Wu, has the title of Shangshu of the Ministry of War, admonishes the officials, is the founder of the three divisions of Yitong, and is the governor of the major tribes in Dongyi. He controls the overlords and young people. , Guo Qizhou’s military and political affairs, who is dissatisfied?"
The dark crowd dared not speak out for a moment, but only retreated. This... really can't be offended, and the hot-blooded person will only die in vain.
The eldest son of Song Dynasty became even more arrogant, looking up to the sky and laughing: "I am the sky within a radius of thousands of miles."
Pointing at Wang Changshi’s daughter: “Take off this little lady for me!”
"Here!" More than a dozen servants rushed towards Miss Wang crazily.
The stall owner was breathing heavily and was unable to stop the crowd of servants who were like wolves and tigers.
But Miss Wang had given up her resistance and collapsed on the ground numbly.
Seeing that more than ten servants were about to approach, they suddenly seemed to be restrained by some invisible thing. They fell to the ground in an instant, vomiting blood and turning pale.
The scene fell silent for a moment.
The grief-stricken stall owner was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at Xin Zhuo, who was still eating noodles.
The dark crowd also looked around.
Prince Song's pride disappeared and he looked at Xin Zhuo with a ferocious look on his face.
"Master Song, it's almost done." Xin Zhuo put down his chopsticks a little tiredly. He had already finished the noodles in the bowl and the beef on the plate.
He really wasn't in the mood to care about these boring things. Any more words would be a waste of time, but... it was best not to happen in front of him.
"You're a pretty trickster, you're a master!"
The eldest son of the Song Dynasty sneered gloomily: "No matter if you are pretending to be a master of the sect, a stranger from the world, or a spy from the Sixth Division of the Imperial Court, you are dead. As I said, even gods coming down to earth can't save you today! I am You are an idiot second-generation official. He is disgusting and does all kinds of evil. You can’t offend me. I, Song Xiaogui, said so!"
Xin Zhuo stopped talking and just wiped the corners of his mouth.
"Come here! Summon the experts from the Governor's Mansion and put the whole city under martial law. I won't let a fly fly out."
Mr. Song's voice was even colder.
"Here!" The two servants made a show of leaving.
At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd, and a group of armored cavalry rushed over and violently separated the crowd.
Behind him, Song Laochu, who was dressed in a first-grade purple official robe, with a thin build and calm self-importance, strode forward. It was just that he was a tall and powerful figure in the court in the past, but now he seemed preoccupied, and he was holding a young man's wrist in his hand.
"Ah, uncle, you came just in time!" Mr. Song immediately put on a sweet smile and greeted him, "My nephew is being bullied..."
Before he finished speaking, his voice became smaller and smaller. He found that his uncle, who had been very loving to him in the past, was breathing rapidly and his eyes were bloodshot.
Song Lao Chu really had no intention of paying attention to him. He glanced at the noodle stall for the first time, and then looked at the young man in his hand.
The young man pointed to Xin Zhuo timidly.
Song Lao Chu frowned slightly and looked at Xin Zhuo carefully. At first, his face was full of doubts, and his eyes widened at first glance. Then, his pupils shrank suddenly, and finally he took another confirming look. His body couldn't stop it. Trembling violently, he staggered forward two steps and knelt on the ground.
There was an instant deathly silence in all directions!
A dignified governor of seven states, governor of a country's wars, one of the nine ministers of the imperial court, with countless civilized men, hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and overwhelming power. He can be called the false emperor of the Southeast. Now he is kneeling down for a flower boy...!
"Grand Governor?" Lao Yangtou, the stall owner, was the first to react and was stunned.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" The eldest son of Song Dynasty also stepped forward in surprise and gestured to help his uncle up.
"Hoo, hoo..."
Song Lao Chu was breathing rapidly and trembling, as if he was a fish dying of thirst. He took a deep breath and then another breath, and suddenly he pulled Mr. Song, not to help him stand up, but to pull him to his knees.
Then, he kowtowed heavily and loudly, kowtowed again, and finally fell to the ground and choked with sobs.
