Seeing Yao Yao's lawsuit-looking face, Han Changmu was a little amused and pursed his lips: "However, you are right. There must be someone in the Zhou family, and the Weiyuan Escort Bureau is not simple. When we were in Chang'an City, I arrested a few Hu Ren, after interrogation, I found out that the date and route of the salary escort was passed on by a head of the Weiyuan Escort Bureau. As for who told him, it is not clear. "
Yao Yao understood it completely, and she said that this cold-faced Yama was not so kind and even took the luxury cabin on the ship. It turned out that he really had other agendas. It seemed that the unlucky escort leader who delivered the news was also on the ship.
She thought of the man walking in front of the escort with his hands empty-handed. He was tall and thick-set, with a beard and bubbly eyes. He was around forty, the age when he had enough strength to fight. As he walked, the flesh on his face swayed. It's not easy to mess with at first glance.
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao and continued: "You are a little girl. As long as you don't reveal your Qing Kung skills, no one will notice you. You should pay more attention to the Weiyuan Escort Agency along the way."
Yao Yao's eyes flashed with the flesh on the bodyguard's face, and she thought about the consequences of the spy being exposed.
"What are you looking at?"
"What are you doing?"
Then the desk clerk smashed his bed, swords, guns, swords and halberds flew over, and he was beaten with clanging force.
She shivered and nodded with difficulty.
After the boat had traveled two miles, the waves surged and the boat swayed leisurely. Suddenly a wave hit, the boat shook violently, and the plain white cups on the small table tilted and fell down.
Yao Yao hurriedly reached out to take it, and the two cups gently fell into her hands.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
It's so weird. If this falls to the ground and is smashed, I'll have to pay a lot of money.
The boat swayed again, and there was a sudden loud bang outside. Yao Yao was startled, and finally lost his grip on the cup and dropped it.
It crackled into pieces.
Yao Yao was stunned. How much money would it cost? She raised her eyes carefully and looked at Han Changmu.
Han Changmu pursed his lips calmly, suddenly opened the door and walked out.
I saw the wooden door of the room opposite falling to the ground, as if it had been kicked to pieces. A young man in scarlet clothes was holding on to the door frame, vomiting so hard that he could not lift his head or straighten his back.
Yao Yao watched with compassion as the man spat until he cramped up and clicked his tongue.
I became seasick so quickly, and I couldn't stand it after only two miles. Then after ten days of wandering, I would even vomit bile. It would be so miserable for a child.
The young master heard the movement and felt two eyes. He raised his head and saw Yao Yao looking at him with pity. He was startled. He was so weak that he was about to speak, but he immediately bent down and almost fainted from vomiting.
There were puddles of vomit at the door, and the corridor was filled with a fishy smell. You didn't feel it even when the door was closed, but when you opened the door, it was simply disgusting.
"If he keeps vomiting like this, he won't be able to save his waist." Yao Yao frowned and pursed his lips tightly.
Han Changmu was stunned, and in an instant he understood what Yao Yao meant, raised his eyebrows and smiled.
He walked over quickly, placed a small porcelain bottle on the ground, endured the discomfort, and simply said: "It's to stop vomiting."
The young master was about to open his mouth to say thank you, but when he opened his mouth, another pool of sour water came out, and he almost vomited onto Han Changmu's shoes.
Han Changmu was about to vomit, so he took a few steps back briskly and swiftly, and entered the house at lightning speed. He glanced at Yao Yao, who was still standing at the door, and asked kindly before closing the door: "Is it smelling so good? Can't you get enough of it? "
Yao Yao came back to his senses, hurriedly held his breath, entered the room and closed the door, letting out a long sigh.
It feels so good to be able to breathe freely.
Han Changmu took a sip of tea and looked at Yao Yaoru's expression. He felt that he had chosen the right person to follow her. If nothing else, at least he wouldn't be vomiting all kinds of meat and vegetables, which was off-putting.
Just looking at Han Changmu's behavior of giving medicine just now, Yao Yao felt that he should be cold-faced and warm-hearted, so there is still the possibility of peaceful coexistence along the way. She was silent: "Young Master is so kind-hearted, he can stop vomiting." Medicine is very expensive.”
"The smell is too strong, it makes you panic." Han Changmu said lightly.
"..." Yao Yao was speechless. The goodwill he had just established collapsed instantly. What else could he say? He was unable to refute.
The restaurant on the first floor is spacious, with a row of large hutong beds and food tables placed against the wall. In the middle of the hall, there are dozens of square food tables, surrounded by four single hutong beds.
During lunch, Han Changmu and Yao Yao both went downstairs, but only half of the people from Weiyuan Escort came down. It seemed that the other half were staying in the room, looking at the goods.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao looked at each other. It seemed that this thing was very important. These escorts were very cautious.
Yao Yao took the bamboo chopsticks and picked out a chopstick of river delicacies. He tasted it and found it was a bit salty. He forced it in and lowered his voice and said: "Master, when we get to Fenglingdu, we have to get off the boat and change horses. If we continue to follow them, it will be a bit deliberate." ."
Han Changmu nodded: "So, we have to find a way to make them beg us to follow them after we disembark."
Yao Yao almost sprayed Han Changmu's face with fish soup.
It's not good to have sweet dreams in broad daylight. These escorts are not his mindless subordinates and will listen to everything he says.
Han Changmu didn't pay attention to Yao Yao's sarcasm, and tapped the food table with bamboo chopsticks: "We have to go on the road for ten days, and there are plenty of opportunities. Let's eat first."
It was said that they were having lunch, but neither of them paid attention to the food. They ate a few mouthfuls without knowing the taste, but they focused on listening to the movements of the escorts from the Weiyuan Escort Agency.
There was no special movement from the escorts, but the sound of hissing string tuning could be heard not far away.
The end of the spacious lobby is surrounded by carved railings. An eight-leaf spring flower and autumn moon screen separates a small inner room. Outside is a spacious wooden platform, which is very suitable for singing opera and playing music.
Two people, one tall and one short, walked out from behind the screen.
The short one was an old man with gray hair and beard, his eyes were tightly closed, his eye sockets were sunken, and he had no eyeballs. He was holding a huqin in his skinny hand.
The tall one is a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, and even her plain clothes cannot block the beauty between her brows, which flow like a pool of water on the table.
The girl supported the old man and sat down on the bed.
She lightly clapped her hands three times, the sound of the harp played, and her body swayed accordingly.
The old man's hands were thin and full of wrinkles, and a melodious and plaintive tune flowed from his hands.
The huqin played melodiously, and the girl's figure was light and nimble, whirling and twisting, like a piece of light feather falling in her eyes and in her heart.
The wind was strong and the waves were high on the canal, and the building and the boat were bumping, but the girl's footsteps were not disordered at all, and every step was in time with the rise and fall of the tune.
Such exquisite skills have attracted applause one after another.
The tune suddenly became urgent, and the girl's body was soft, as if being pulled by the strong wind. She whirled around and picked up an ebony tray from the ground. She held it gently with two fingers and walked into the lobby with steps as slow as a dragonfly.
It is customary to reward people with money. Pay for meals and give rewards for listening to music. It is a matter of course.
When the girl walked around to the dining table where Han Changmu and Han Changmu were sitting, Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao.
Yao Yao pursed his lips.
Who is he? He didn't give her the money, so why should he ask her to give him a reward? It's too ugly to look at him with both hands.
Despite his inner slander, Yao Yao still took a handful of loose money from his pouch and was about to put it on the tray when he saw that the tray was filled with silver.
Han Changmu coughed neither lightly nor heavily.
Yao Yao gritted his teeth, it hurt, his body ached, and his heart ached even more.
How come there are so many stupid people with so much money? Trying to act big here will cause her to bleed.
She reluctantly added another two taels of silver. The girl frowned, held the plate in her hand without saying a word, bowed and left.
Now it's better, the fish is fishy, the meat is greasy, and the vegetarian vegetables are not cooked until they are raw. It's too unpalatable.
This man was short of money, very short of money. Han Changmu confirmed this, knocked on the table, and said, "I'll pay you back later."
Yao Yao jumped for joy and thanked him.
There was a crackling sound, followed closely by the girl's whimpering muffled in her throat.
Han Changmu looked up and saw that the ebony tray had been overturned on the ground, the silver rolled all over the floor, and the girl was leaning on the ground, her wrist held by a tall scholar, her eyes filled with tears.
Yao Yao opened his mouth wide, put the piece of meat in bamboo chopsticks to his mouth, and forgot to eat.
What kind of situation is this, robbing a girl in broad daylight?
She raised her head and saw that the scholar was wearing a dazzling rain-stained sky-blue Sichuan brocade robe. There was a water stain on his chest, and there were oily flowers. She didn't know what kind of soup was sprinkled on it.
The girl fell to the ground, with a big bright red slap mark on the left side of her face, but she didn't say a word to beg for mercy, she just kept crying and kowtowing.
The scholar gave the girl another unforgiving slap, and scolded her without any grace: "You stinky girl, do you know how much money my clothes are worth? I can't even afford them if I tear them apart."
The girl made a whining sound in her throat, tears streaming down her face, and her forehead was red and swollen.
The scholar pinched the girl's chin and smiled: "I know you can't afford to pay, but you can't pretend to be deaf and dumb. Do you think that by pretending to be crazy and stupid, you won't pay?"
Han Changmu's face turned cold. This girl must be a mute.
Yao Yao glanced at the girl and his face darkened: "The old and the young, one is blind and the other cannot speak, eh."
The old man on the stage had already heard the noise, stood up and followed the girl's voice, staggering over. Before he could reach her, he knelt on the ground, crawled next to the girl, and kept kowtowing to the scolding voice: "Young Master, Young Master, I want you to pay me back. Please tell me the amount and let this ignorant girl go. This girl, this girl is a mute girl. She can't speak. Little Old Man, Little Old Man. I apologize to the young master."
As soon as these words came out, everyone sighed. The old man and the young man were all pitiful people. If they continued to force them, they would be bullying them too much.
Seeing that everyone in the lobby was looking at him, the scholar did not want to push too hard. He let go of the girl, flicked his wrist, and said disdainfully: "My clothes are from Sichuan brocade. When you see this ball of flowers, you are very surprised." Even if an embroiderer works for half a month, she may not be able to get an inch of gold, but this one is worth a hundred taels of gold."
