Song Xin saw two young men competing in a competition on the school field. Dozens of people stood around them, all wearing cowhide waistcoats and cloth headscarves.
"Who are they?"
Jiacheng said: "These are the older gentlemen, arriving at the competition corner."
The clerk nodded and said, "Yes, they have been in Piyongdu for three years, and they will leave in one year."
Song Xin smiled faintly, and it turned out that he was a senior student. But watching them practice fighting also reminded me of some past events in the Wei family. At that time, in order to strengthen his body as quickly as possible, he also learned the corner kick.
The clerk said: "Mr. Song, why don't you go out and have some fun?"
"Can I go too?" Song Xin was a little surprised.
"That's natural. As long as you are willing to pay a hundred dollars, you can enter the competition and maybe win a small amount of money." The clerk said while rubbing his hands.
"It's no need. How can I buy wine when I'm covered in dust?"
"What I'm saying is that they practice here every day. You can come anytime you want to play." Jiacheng said with a smile.
Song Xin nodded with a smile and left the military camp. It took less than an hour to arrive at Zhujia Town. When they came to a wine shop, the shopkeeper greeted him with a smile. When Song Xin and this man looked at each other, they couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Brother Song!?"
"Uncle Zheng!?"
"Are you...really Brother Song?" the boss asked in Bingzhou dialect, with tears of excitement oozing out of his eyes.
"Are you Uncle Zheng?!" The owner of the wine shop in front of him turned out to be the butcher Zheng who sold game in Yanmen Village where he often went when he was practicing in the Bingzhou Mountains.
Not seeing each other for so long, Uncle Zheng's face was carved with several deep scratches by time, and even his temples were turning gray.
"Uncle Zheng, why are you here?"
Butcher Zheng had three deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, laughed heartily, and said kindly in Bingzhou dialect: "Oh, I just saw you coming, and I didn't dare to recognize you."
Uncle Zheng ordered his men to quickly serve wine and food, then he took Song Xin's hand and said with a smile: "Brother, you have changed so much, you are taller! You are stronger! I can hardly recognize you." "
Song Xin also smoothly switched to a Bingzhou accent and said: "Uncle Zheng, you look good too. Do you open this shop? How did you get here?"
Butcher Zheng smiled and said: "Because my daughter married Master Zhu from this town as a concubine. The master was kind-hearted and felt that I was alone in Bingzhou with no one to look after me, so he provided a road guide for me and picked me up half a year ago. Come here. I am an old man, I can’t do butchering now, and I don’t want to eat Master Zhu’s work in vain, so I asked him to borrow a few small sums of money to open this wine shop. On weekdays, you always have gentlemen to take care of the business. It’s quite a comfortable life.”
"I see, Tuo Niang is already married." Song Xin was surprised, this world is really small. Butcher Zheng has only one daughter in his life, named Tuo Niang, hoping that she will behave properly and not make mistakes. Tuo Niang was still a teenage girl back then, but she didn't expect that she would be a married woman now.
"Haha, the little girl still talks about you all the time. She won't let anyone touch the bag of gold scraps you gave her back then. She said she would give it back to you when you come back."
"Uncle Zheng, as you said, the gold should be regarded as my dowry for Tuo Niang." Song Xin had forgotten all about the bag of gold a long time ago.
Butcher Zheng was even more happy after hearing this: "You are here
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Eat in peace, I have sent a man to inform Tuo Niang. She must be happy to see you. "
While he was talking, his waiter came out with a large pot of boiled meat. The aroma of the meat overflowed for a while. Song Xin was also a little hungry, so he grabbed it and ate it without caring about his appearance.
He picked up a piece of meat and chewed it. His eyes lit up and he exclaimed: "I haven't tasted this taste for a long, long time. Uncle Zheng's cooking skills are even better."
"Brother, whenever you get hungry, come to Uncle Zheng and make sure you have enough to eat!" Uncle Zheng grinned from ear to ear with joy. "Brother Song, why are you here?"
"Oh, I came from Piyong."
"Piyong?" Butcher Zheng was stunned, "Brother, which young master did you follow as a follower?"
He said this because he knew Song Xin's identity. Song Xin smiled and said, "I am the attendant of Young Master Cao Chong."
Uncle Zheng was shocked, then overjoyed. He patted Song Xin on the shoulder and said loudly: "Let me tell you, I know that Brother Song will be extraordinary in the future. You have become Mr. Cao's attendant. It's so good, so good!"
"Staff, do you have any meat? Bring it out for me!" As he was talking, a domineering voice came from outside the door. Song Xin was chatting happily, but when he was disturbed by the voice, he frowned.
Uncle Zheng's smiling face suddenly froze, and he reminded in a low voice: "Brother Song, please don't talk to them for a while. They are the subordinates of the handsome men in the nearby mountains."
"The bandit is handsome?" Song Xin was startled, how dare the bandit come to the town without any scruples.
Then more than ten burly men walked into the shop, sat down and knocked on the table and shouted: "Hey, bring me all the stew!"
Uncle Zheng hurried over to greet him, "Master, can you wait a moment? The meat is still simmering in the pot, it will be ready soon."
Unexpectedly, the big man suddenly slammed the table and shouted: "Fart!" Then he pointed at the other guests who were eating and shouted: "Then why do they have it but they are gone when I am here? Are you afraid that I won't pay?"
Uncle Zheng quickly explained: "Uncle, where did you say this? This meat needs to be stewed for a long time to become more fragrant." He whispered in the big man's ear: "They don't eat enough, you are here , how can I use something that tastes bad to make up for the price?"
Then the big man turned his anger into joy, patted Uncle Zheng on the cheek and said, "Hey, that's cool. Let's serve some good wine to our brothers first."
Seeing the way Uncle Zheng nodded and bowed, Song Xin also judged that this group of robbers should come to the town often. However, he still followed Uncle Zheng's instructions and remained silent, continuing to eat the meat in his pot.
At this time, a thin man next to the big man saw Song Xin. Seeing that he was not dressed like an ordinary person, he leaned down and whispered a few words in the big man's ear. The big man also turned to look at Song Xin and asked, "Hey!"
Song Xin frowned and asked, "Are you calling me?"
"Looking at your appearance, where did you come from?" The big man tapped his fingers on the table and stared at Song Xin with a scrutinizing gaze.
Uncle Zheng stood tremblingly at the door of the kitchen. When he saw the big man suddenly talking to Song Xin, he hurriedly came over and said with a smile: "Uncle, this is a distant relative of this villain, who came to see me specially."
Unexpectedly, the big man sighed, "Did I ask you? He has no mouth? Can't speak?"
The thin and small bandit walked up to Uncle Zheng, raised his hand and slapped him in the face and cursed: "Go and stew meat for us, stop talking nonsense!"
Uncle Zheng was stunned. He was anxious but did not dare to argue. He looked at Song Xin and then at the big man.
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Seeing that he didn't move, the little bandit pulled out the short knife from his waist and threatened: "Old man, are you deaf?"
Song Xin couldn't stand it anymore, so she stood up and walked to Uncle Zheng and said softly: "Uncle Zheng, you go to the kitchen and watch first, and I'll talk to them."
After sending Uncle Zheng away, Song Xin held up his hands and said to everyone: "If you have any questions, you can tell me. Please don't embarrass Uncle Zheng."
The big man glanced at Song Xin sideways and said, "You have a lot of courage. Ordinary people are afraid of me. How dare you come over and talk to me?"
Song Xin said: "I don't know many of them, so I can't say I'm afraid."
The little robber put his foot on the table, pointed at Song Xin's nose and shouted: "My brother asked you where you came from? You are talking nonsense, do you think we are patient?!"
Song Xin chuckled and said, "I'm coming from Piyong."
"Piyong!?" When the bandits heard this, they all frowned. How could they not know Piyong when they were robbing homes and houses nearby?
The big man nodded, "Are you the young master?"
Song Xin shook his head and said, "I am a servant."
Everyone seemed to be relieved. In fact, although these people were called bandits, most of them were ordinary people from nearby mountainous villages. These people were composed of a complex group, including Han people, Xianbei, Di, Xiongnu, Jie, and Qiang people. Mixed living. In addition, during the years of war, people had difficulty in making a living, so they resorted to robbing their homes and homes.
Since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, some remnants of the Yellow Turban Army have been scattered everywhere, mixing with these people. It also greatly enhanced the fighting power of the original bandits. The government has always had a headache with these people, but there is nothing they can do. It's okay to say that the bandits are small, but once they gather into a large group of bandits, the court will have no choice but to recruit them.
"Oh, it turns out he is from the noble clan." The big man nodded, "I wonder which family he is from?"
Song Xin sneered secretly, "Is this going to start?"
"Whose servant am I? This is not something you should ask, right?" Song Xin smiled faintly.
The bandits were obviously a little surprised, and they looked at each other a few times, "Don't want to say it? Are you afraid that you are not a small, unpopular family, and that we will miss you?" After the big man finished speaking, he laughed.
Suddenly his expression turned ferocious, he grabbed the wine bottle on the table and threw it towards Song Xin's face.
Song Xin tilted his head slightly, and the wine bottle flew past his ear and hit the earthen wall behind him. "Bastard boy, let me ask you, do you dare to be so arrogant and seek death?"
"Yes! My elder brother asked you, you can only answer truthfully!" The skinny bandit immediately shouted.
Uncle Zheng heard that something was wrong and quickly ordered a young apprentice in the shop to run to Zhu's house to report the news. Then he walked out with a smile and hurriedly persuaded: "Uncle, what's going on? Why did you suddenly get into a fight? The meat will be ready soon. How many of you..."
"Snapped!"
A slap hit Butcher Zheng on the face, and then the big man kicked him in the stomach. Butcher Zheng was kicked to the ground, "Did I let you talk? Go and make me stew. Otherwise, I will kill you and this Let’s get into the pot and stew together.”
Song Xin helped Butcher Zheng up, patted the dust on his body, and said, "Uncle Zheng, these people are ungrateful. I will help you deal with them."
"Pack it up? Us? Hahahahaha!" The bandits laughed as if they had heard a joke.
At this time, a bandit came outside and said in the man's ear: "Brother, people from the Zhu family are here."
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