"I don't know what his name is, but the Wei Xingshu you mentioned has indeed not come out."
Zhao Rang breathed a sigh of relief and replied:
"Ok, I know!"
It seems that the person among the Qingshan guests who committed the tragedy has been identified as Wei Xingshu. Zhao Rang planned to use the silver ingots in his arms to buy back all these clay figurines. If you ask around, you can't just ask for help, right?
Unexpectedly, before Zhao Rang raised his hand and dug into his arms to take out the silver ingot, the old man once again took two pieces of mud from the divided pieces.
"Is there anyone else?"
The old gentleman said without raising his head:
"Of course, that place is busy every night."
Zhao Rang asked:
"I know there are people coming and going on the long street outside. I asked these two people if they came from Qingshan Guest House."
The old gentleman didn't answer. He quickly squeezed a ball of mud into his hand. Soon Zhao Rang discovered that the person he was pinching with his left and right hands was not the same person, and even the gender was different.
The person on the left is wearing a long skirt, her hair is beautifully braided, and her headdress is inlaid with precious gems. The other one is a handsome man with a high nose and deep eye sockets, typical features of people from the Western Regions.
The difference is that Zhao Rang feels that the woman on the left feels familiar. But the old man was not finished yet, his facial features were still blurry, and Zhao Rang was not sure.
But the old gentleman seemed to have done it intentionally, leaving only a tail, but he stopped squeezing it, pinning the woman on the table, and then finished the man in his right hand.
"Do you know this person?"
"Or do you only know women?"
The old gentleman asked with a smile in the last sentence.
As men, who has never been young? Although he looks completely different now, a person who can take care of his life in an orderly manner must have been suave and romantic twenty years ago.
"Haha, the old gentleman was joking. But I really don't know this man."
Zhao Rang carefully recalled the looks of Haidiye and Aziz, but they didn't match up with this person. The most obvious thing is that both of them have straight hair, while the clay figure has curly hair.
"Then tell me who this woman is?"
The old gentleman did not tell Zhao Rang the name of the man, but instead asked about the woman.
Zhao Rang only had a vague sense of familiarity with his vague facial features, and he couldn't be sure even if he looked left and right.
After a long silence, the old gentleman leaned back leisurely and started smoking.
Seeing Zhao Rang thinking hard and scratching his stomach, he felt a little funny and couldn't help but ask:
"Why do you, a powerful person, care so much about the Qingshan guest? I heard from Manager Li that you have just arrived in Shanye Kingdom. You have no friendship with Haidiya before, right?"
Zhao Rangshu raised his brows, paused, and explained to the old gentleman:
"As Manager Li said, we are all from there."
The old man shook his head noncommittally, and pushed the half-dry clay figurine on the table towards Zhao Rang with a cigarette rod, which meant that his work was done and Zhao Rang could leave with that thing.
"Isn't this woman not ready yet?"
The old gentleman had already gotten up and started cleaning up his letter-writing stall. It was already more than half an hour later than he usually left the stall today.
Regarding Zhao Rang's words, the old man only said lightly:
"It was too dark and I didn't see her face clearly."
Zhao Rang knew that the old gentleman must be lying.
With his eyesight and skills, how could he not see clearly? What's more, the door of Qingshan Guest House is always brightly lit until daylight. Since he could clearly see the woman's dress, he must also have seen her face clearly.
As for why the old gentleman didn’t finish this clay figurine, it must be because of this face.
For a time, Zhao Rang was more interested in this face than Wei Xingshu.
He took this clay figurine with blurred features and substituted almost all the women he knew, but still couldn't find a suitable one.
"I'm going out! Just close the door for me when you leave."
The old gentleman has said so, why would Zhao Rang have the nerve to stay? He quickly took out two silver ingots from his pocket and handed them over, but the old man blocked them with a cigarette pole:
"I'm willing to admit defeat. This is what I lost to you."
It wouldn't look good if it was pushed back and forth, so Zhao Rang tied the two ends of the smock to make a pocket, and then put all the clay figurines on the table into the pocket.
Just by doing this, his black steel sword lost its cover and was clearly exposed.
The advantage of this is that everyone will stay away when they see him. After all, the northwest market is full of small vendors doing small business. The big shopkeepers all know that harmony brings wealth. If a person walks around the market with a black knife in broad daylight, these small vendors must be hiding as far away as possible.
When passing by the pancake and omelette shop at the entrance of the alley, the shopkeeper shouted a Western dialect to Zhao Rang.
"What is he saying?"
Zhang San translated:
"He said thank you."
Zhao Rang asked doubtfully:
"But he said more than two words?"
Zhang San explained with some embarrassment:
"He meant a very special thank you, and he also used honorifics, so it sounded longer. But in the final analysis, the meaning is thank you!"
"oh……"
Zhao Rang responded.
The shopkeeper's gratitude must be because he spent five pieces of loose money to buy ten fried eggs. In Lotus Lane, this is big business.
Zhao Rang suddenly remembered the kid eating omelette. If he could meet him, it would be good to say hello. If that child's living conditions were better, he might be able to make a name for himself in the future. But living in a place like Lotus Lane, it would be great to be able to run a small shop like that shopkeeper in the future.
In silence all the way, Zhao Rang accompanied the old gentleman out of Lotus Lane.
There were many more people coming and going at the entrance of the alley than before, and there was a seller selling incense tablets directly opposite. In addition to brick tea, people in the Western Regions like to drink mint tea due to the dry weather. Zhao Rang didn't like this refreshing and cool feeling... especially after drinking mint tea, he would feel uncomfortable in his stomach and fart one after another... www.
It would be okay if he was alone, but these days he has to go out to do errands, and it is impossible to have no one around him. So I decided to give up the mint tea altogether and buy some to take home for others to try when I go back. He had never seen this thing before in the Northern Territory of Dawei!
"Where is your stall?"
After looking away from the seller selling incense tablets, Zhao Rang turned to the old gentleman and asked.
"Whatever, I paid double the monthly payment, and the whole market can be placed anywhere."
Although he said this, it is definitely better to set up a stall every day. Otherwise, customers will go to other stalls if they cannot find you.
It’s just a letter, who should I write to?
Zhao Rang didn't know that in the entire northwest market, the only one who could write both Dawei and Xiyu characters proficiently was the old man, so he was so confident.
After finding some shade, the old man decided to set up his stall here today.
When people come, they work, but when no one comes, they just stay in the shade.
In the small wooden box he carried, there was a small tea table. There is a purple clay pot and three teacups on it. The style seems to be from Dawei's former palace, and it seems that the old gentleman's identity is inextricably linked to that place.
"Thank you sir!"
Zhao Rang bowed politely to the old gentleman and was about to leave, but when he turned around, he saw the bearded man he met in Taihe Curie.
"you……"
Zhao Rang was so surprised that he was speechless.
Not because I saw him here, but because his waterfall-like beard was nowhere to be seen! The bald chin looks like a braised egg!
"This is all thanks to you!"
The bearded man said gloomily.
"I didn't shave your beard!"
Zhao Rang said while holding back a smile.
"Of course you didn't shave it yourself, but it was indeed you who caused it!"
Zhao Rang sighed and said helplessly:
"Then you have to at least tell me the whole story. If it was really me, I admit it." 1
The bearded man replied:
"You still remember the young man who threw a cup of milk tea at Taihe Center, right?"
Zhao Rang nodded and said:
"Remember."
"I still remember that he is the son of your market boss, and he is the most favored one."
The bearded man said:
"That's right. So after you poured milk tea on him, he was very angry and wanted to complain to his father!"
Zhao Rang frowned and asked:
"What does it have to do with your shaving off your beard if he files a complaint against dad?"
The bearded man rubbed his chin and said with a look of regret:
"If his father finds out, he will be furious and send people to catch you and kill you."
Zhao Rang understood somewhat.
It seems that I am still relaxed now and no one is bothering me, but it is still the credit of this bearded man.
"Those people are definitely no match for you and your friends. If you really try, you will only die. If they all die, I will have more things to do, so I negotiated a deal with the young master."
Zhao Rang said with a smile:
“The deal is you have to shave your beard?”
The bearded man nodded.
"Although it's just for myself, I still want to thank you!"
Zhao Rang said sincerely.
The bearded man did not need Zhao Rang's gratitude. He came here to ask Zhao Rang how things were going. Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong were like two thorns. The longer they stayed in the northwest market, the less they knew who they would thorn in... The sooner he left, the sooner he would be safe.
"But I see that you and the old gentleman have been along the way, so it must have been settled, right?"
Zhao Rang replied:
"Something has indeed been settled. But the most critical thing has not been done yet."
The bearded man really wanted to ask Zhao Rang what he was doing at the market, but he swallowed the words as he said it, because it was better to do less than to do more.
Once you know it, you will always have something to worry about in your heart, so it would be better not to ask.
"Your friend is still in Taihe Curie, and he has already drank three pots of milk tea."
After that, the bearded man pulled up the scarf around his neck to cover his bare chin and cheeks, and walked to the side with his hands behind his back. 1
Zhao Rang looked at his back and felt cute and funny.
It wasn't until the bearded figure was completely overwhelmed by the crowd that Zhao Rang walked towards Taihe Residence, looking a little disappointed.
