(Twenty-eight)
"Father, he is not so angry that he ran away from home, right?"
An idea flashed across Sun's face, and there was a look of uncertainty on his face, unable to hide the doubts and panic in his heart.
That face, which has gradually been stained by the traces of time, carries a bit of panic from the wind and rain at night.
Xin Wenyu:......
"You have a villainous heart."
"Father has too many things on his mind, so how can he care about you?"
"Just relax. When father comes back, today's dispute will have been forgotten long ago. You will still be his beloved daughter-in-law."
Mrs. Sun was doubtful and patted her chest, "As long as my father is not angry, I will be a villain."
"I was really scared and scared of my father."
"If I hadn't been too worried about Qi Ji, I wouldn't have dared to make a mistake in front of his old man."
Sun Ge was not aware of the conversation between Xin Wenyu and Sun.
But, it’s not hard to guess.
After all, she has gained a lot of prestige over the years.
At this time, Sunge had changed his face, riding a horse that was neither far nor near, riding behind Xin Qiji.
Adhering to the idea of not taking action if he could, and ruthlessly training Xin Qiji, he watched Xin Qiji walk into a dark shop with all his wealth on the evening of the third day after leaving home.
On the surface, it's hard to tell.
The wine flag was fluttering, and the waiter with a sweat towel on his arm stood outside the door enthusiastically soliciting merchants. The aroma of rice and wine were intertwined.
The first floor is for wine and food, and the second floor is for business travelers and accommodation.
If she hadn't been perceptive, she might have missed it.
During the day, it can be considered very noisy.
But at this moment, it was already sunset.
The entire inn was shrouded in dusk, and the night wind blew the lanterns hanging under the eaves, making the faint light become more and more frightening.
It is very similar to Sun Erniang's black shop described in "Water Margin".
Art shines into reality.
Night is the time of danger.
After much hesitation, Sunge tremblingly entered the shop under the hesitant look of the waiter.
No wonder the waiter disliked it.
In fact, her current appearance doesn't look like she is rich.
Chopped into pieces, it's just too much meat.
Sunge hunched over, gasping for air every step of the way, and staggered to a corner.
He coughed a few times and said in a hoarse voice, "I want a bowl of the cheapest noodles" to the waiter who was trying to resist the urge to draw a knife.
There is a saying that in all black shops, from the boss to the chef and waiter, they all have multiple jobs, and those who can do more work.
Kill chickens during the day and kill people at night.
Scalding pig skins during the day and skinning people at night.
They pour water during the day and bury people's lives at night.
You can go to the hall, and you can go to the kitchen.
Able in literature and martial arts.
Xin Qiji was just above her right side.
Although the young man has never traveled far alone, he also knows the principle of keeping wealth secret.
Wearing ordinary cotton clothes, not luxurious, the food on the table is also simple and plain.
But for the gangsters who are looking for money and death, a young man with red lips and white teeth is considered a wealth in itself.
It was getting dark gradually.
Xin Qiji raised his feet, climbed up the steps, and went to the room arranged by the waiter.
Sunge followed closely, but was stopped mercilessly by the waiter.
The waiter at night tore off the warm and hypocritical face of the day and became strong and domineering.
"Not everyone can afford a room on the second floor."
The waiter looked at Sunge from top to bottom, and for the sake of the few remaining copper coins, Sunge was qualified to spend the night in the woodshed.
There was no emotion in those few glances.
Cruel and numb.
Under such gaze, Sunge felt like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
No, worse than a pig.
In the eyes of black shops, pigs are worth more than people.
Even if it is sold per pound, it is more expensive.
Sunge looked at the dirty woodshed with almost nowhere to go, and regretted that he had created an image of being poor, slovenly and old.
Well, to be more precise, she is now an old beggar.
It's late at night and the wind is blowing.
The sudden and violent night wind flapped at the doors and windows of the inn.
A broken lantern under the eaves was also scraped off and melted into the darkness.
Sunge flew over the eaves and walls and ran up the roof silently.
In the room, under the candlelight, Xin Qiji, who had finished soaking his feet, was holding a sage book in his hand.
Xu was thirsty. The book of sages was placed on the corner of the table. He picked up the kettle on the table and poured a glass of water to quench his thirst.
When the water entered the cup, Xin Qiji seemed to have been cast a restraining charm and did not move for a long time.
Sun Ge knew that Xin Qiji discovered something strange in the water.
Well, she didn’t teach her in vain.
From beginning to end, she never thought about cultivating Xin Qiji into an upright gentleman.
Xin Qiji thought for a moment, dressed neatly, bent over and blew out the candles on the table, lay on the bed in the dark under the dim moonlight, and then covered his mouth and nose without leaving any trace.
Sunge already knew Xin Qiji's plan.
With Xin Qiji's skills, it was not impossible to leave without anyone noticing.
Her grandson, even if he is not a gentleman, is still a passionate young man with a sense of justice.
Xin Qiji wanted to make the black shop disappear completely.
A little proud.
When Sun Ge was lying on the roof blowing the night breeze, feeling complacent and proud, a long and thin pipe stuck out of the window with a small hole in the house.
This black shop has no innovation.
It's either a sweat medicine or a drug that makes you intoxicated.
How can such a crude method be sustainable?
After a while, the door was pushed open, and two tall and thick-looking people walked in without any concealment.
Sunge saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.
Not that he was worried for Xin Qiji.
She no longer expected this black shop to teach Xin Qiji a lesson.
These rotten idiots should try it out. ,
Either he believed too much in the power of Mongolian sweat medicine and poisonous drugs, or he looked down on Xin Qiji too much.
Dude, Xin Qiji is wearing a sword, can’t you see?
At least respect those who practice martial arts.
Xin Qiji was tied up. Two tall and thick men removed the large wooden box in the corner of the room and carried Xin Qiji into the tunnel they had dug earlier, like a dead pig.
Sunge:......
Out of sight...
Pity.
Then it's time for her to wash up and go to sleep.
"Where is that old beggar?"
"Maybe it's night time."
"Bah, that old beggar is really old and has weak kidneys. He just got up at night. How come he didn't fall into the latrine and drowned in feces and urine?"
"Please keep your voice down, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat."
"If it goes into our mouths, there's no point in spitting it out again."
"Hide him first, wait for the old beggar to come back and beat him to death with a pole, and you can save yourself some poison."
"It's definitely not a loss today. The scholar is fair and clean, and he looks pampered at first glance. He is a big fat sheep."
Sunge:......
Calling her an old beggar is just an old beggar, why is it a personal attack and a curse?
You just have bad kidneys, and your whole family has bad kidneys.
It is impossible to drown in feces and urine in this life. (End of chapter)
