She smiled awkwardly and said: "Master, the floor is dirty. Why don't you get up and I will lay a felt mat for you."
Han Changmu looked deeply at Yao Yao and saw that she shivered involuntarily, then silently removed her eyes and smiled faintly.
Yao Yao let out a long breath.
Devil, this is a devil, the kind that eats people without spitting out their bones.
In the noisy yard, a shrill scream came, and then the ground was kicked hard several times, and the loess hit his face, dry and choking.
Han Changmu hurriedly raised his eyes and saw a fat sheep half as tall as a man with its hooves tied tightly and thrown to the ground.
The owner rubbed his rough hands, raised the sharp knife with both hands and feet, and stabbed it into the fat sheep's neck.
There was no splash of blood as expected. The blood flowed out slowly in the sunlight like a gurgling stream and into the large bowl.
The blood seemed to flow very slowly, but the big bowl was filled with blood in an instant.
Yao Yao looked at the large bowl full of sheep blood and swallowed hard. From the flowing sheep blood, she could already see a pot full of delicious sheep blood soup.
It was a warm meal.
The dry sesame cakes and dried meat made her mouth and tongue dry and even her lips were split. She had eaten enough early.
Han Changmu's attention was not on the sheep blood, let alone the sheep soup. He watched the owner of the shop killing the sheep without blinking.
He saw the tall shopkeeper carrying a fat sheep, skillfully disemboweling it, removing the bones and removing the meat, with a masterful technique.
Yao Yao swallowed as she looked at the billowing steam rising from the cauldron.
She caught sight of it and saw the owner of the shop removing the joints of the mutton bone with ease, and inexplicably remembered an idiom.
I'm afraid that's how the cook Ding Jie Niu behaves.
Han Changmu's face darkened, and he suddenly approached Yao Yao and whispered: "This person is so skilled at killing sheep, I'm afraid he must be even more skilled at killing people."
Yao Yao's face changed drastically and he choked.
Is it really okay to discuss such a bloody topic as murder in the delicious tense? Will it not affect the appetite?
She was stunned again and again, and then whispered: "Sir, these are two businesses."
Han Changmu whispered: "It's a trade. Look at his hands and his knife."
Only then did Yao Yao notice the shop owner's hands. Those hands were as big as cattail fans, rough and black, with thick joints and thick calluses. The cuffs were rolled up, revealing thick arms with bulging muscles. There were extremely traces on those arms. Several deep stab wounds.
This is not a pair of hands that someone who has been running a wine shop and inn all year round should have.
This is a pair of bow and arrow shooting hands, the hands that a man on the battlefield should have.
Yao Yao was shocked and looked at Han Changmu.
This is indeed a devil, so careful as his hair.
Han Changmu's eyes became colder and colder, watching the shop owner's every move through the loess and gravel blown up by the wind.
At this time, a thin woman came out of the backyard, holding a bun and lowering her head. Her appearance was unclear, but from her dark bun, it could be seen that she was a Han.
When the tall shop owner heard the noise, he suddenly turned his head and cursed fiercely at the woman: "You little bitch, where are you hiding and lazy? Why don't you knead the dough for me and wait for me to whip you? ."
The woman shivered violently, was speechless, and hurriedly turned her head to knead the dough.
Both Han and Changmu were attracted by the scolding. When they turned around, they saw the woman's stretched out hands, which were white and soft, and looked like they had never worked at all.
The two were startled and looked at each other, both seeing surprise and suspicion in each other's eyes.
Han Changmu raised his chin.
Yao Yao smiled knowingly, stood up on his knees, and slowly walked to the woman. With a shy look on his face, he asked with a smile: "Sister, I want to change my clothes, but I don't know where is the most convenient place."
The woman didn't know whether it was because she was extra timid in the first place, or because it had been too long since anyone had talked to her in a friendly manner. She shook her body violently, but still did not raise her head. Her voice was thin and weak, with a soft Jiangnan accent. : "Go around to the back of the yard. There is a felt curtain hung on the low wall on the west side."
Yao Yaodun thanked her and took the opportunity to glance at the woman's downcast face.
She is said to be a woman, but she is actually a few years older than Yao Yao, in her early twenties. She has picturesque eyebrows and is very delicate, and her skin is particularly fair and delicate. She has a wooden hairpin in her bun. , there is no other jewelry on the whole body, even the earlobes are empty.
Yao Yao did not stop, just walked around the back of the yard, walked back to Han Changmu, shook his head, and lowered his voice: "There is nothing wrong in the yard, but that woman has a Jiangnan accent, and there is nothing wrong with her." It’s a valuable item, and judging from her appearance, she must have just arrived here not long ago.”
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao thoughtfully, then nodded with a smile.
She's not a new comer. The hands she stretched out are more delicate than Yao Yao, a person who has lived in Chang'an for a long time. How could she be a woman who has lived in Hexi for a long time.
Yao Yao felt very upset when Han Changmu looked at him. He didn't know if he said something wrong again or did something wrong. He was quite uneasy.
She thought for a moment and moved to the side.
It's better to stay away from this unpredictable plague god.
At this time, the escorts drove all the camel and horse teams into the stables, and placed all the goods in the warehouse. They found a suitable place in the courtyard and sat in twos and threes.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy carried his robe on his back and tied his green mule. He looked around the yard and finally chose to sit not far from Han Changmu and Han Changmu.
After sitting down, he raised his head and grinned at the two of them nervously, showing his neat white teeth.
Han Changmu glanced at the young man and was a little surprised. This young man had never said a word to them along the way, so why did he suddenly become so close to them.
Yao Yao pursed his lips at the bodyguards who were talking dirty words and drinking soju in the distance, and smiled maliciously: "I am still a child, what can I say to those bad old men? It’s right to stay far away, be a good innocent baby, don’t be led astray by them again.”
Han Changmu was stunned by these words.
Bad old man?
Most of the escort team are young adults in their thirties, and there are only a handful of people in their forties.
He rubbed his brows.
Are people in their thirties already a bad old man?
Then wouldn't it be that one of his legs has already entered the ranks of bad old men?
Thinking of this, he looked at Yao Yao deeper and deeper.
Yao Yao smiled: "Young Master is just twenty, how can you be such a bad old man?"
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows, subconsciously touched his cheek, raised his lips and smiled.
How could he be so well-maintained? He is almost thirty years old, but he still looks like he is twenty?
Yao Yao looked at Han Changmu and smiled, lowered his head and curled his lips.
This sentence is really wise.
The young man didn't know what he thought of. He walked up to Yao Yao, pointed to the open space wide enough for one person, and smiled shyly but politely: "Sister, my name is Meng Ying. Can you sit here?"
Han Changmu coughed lightly and was about to say no coldly, but Yao Yao impatiently pulled the young man and sat between her and Han Changmu.
She smiled gently and said: "After walking all this way, please sit down and have a rest. My name is Yao Yao, you can call me sister A Yao."
Meng Ying followed the good example and called her Sister Ayao in a crisp voice.
Who wouldn't like such an intelligent young man?
Yao Yao smiled and talked a few more words with Meng Ying, but saw that he was quite absent-minded. He just thought that he was tired and didn't think much about anything else.
It was still early before the hot pot of mutton soup was ready. She leaned against the uneven and mottled wall and slowly closed her eyes.
I don't know how long it took, but it shouldn't be too long. Yao Yao's head tilted suddenly, startling her so much that she woke up. Only then did she realize that she was overtired and took a short nap.
There was no sound of speaking around him, only the sound of breathing that gradually became heavy and struggling.
The only child beside Yao Yao is Meng Ying.
She was surprised, but she didn't turn her head. She just glanced at Meng Ying with her eyes. Seeing that his eyes were focused not far away, and his face was extremely gloomy, she followed his gaze.
Where her eyes were focused, the woman lowered her head and rubbed her face laboriously. Her hair fell down and swayed with her movements.
While the tall shop owner was cooking mutton soup, he turned around impatiently and cursed at the woman.
The woman seemed to have been accustomed to this for a long time. Apart from her body shaking slightly when she heard the unpleasant scoldings, she had no other reaction.
The lowered head never raised.
Yao Yao saw the look of pain and struggle on Meng Ying's face.
It's not a look of empathy, but a look of wanting to rush forward regardless of one's own safety.
She finally understood why Meng Ying was sitting here.
Here is where the woman can be seen clearly.
Yao Yao pursed her lips and said nothing. She could not say or do anything until the matter was unknown.
She stood up slowly, took a piece of sesame cake in her hand, walked to Han Changmu, and said with a respectful smile: "Sir, it will take a while for the mutton soup to be ready. You can eat a piece of cake first."
Han Changmu also obviously noticed Meng Ying's abnormality. He moved to the side calmly, nodded and said, "Okay, let's sit down and eat together."
I don't know if Meng Ying was too absorbed in watching, or if he didn't care at all whether others would notice him, but the actions of Han Changmu and Han Changmu did not affect him at all. He was still looking at the woman, with an expression that was very much like the beginning of love. young man.
After everything was settled, Li Yushan could finally relax. He walked over with the wine bag in hand, plopped down next to Han Changmu, handed him another wine bag, and said with a clear smile: "Thank you for the hard work along the way, Brother Han." , drink some wine to relieve your fatigue."
Han Changmu took it with a gentle smile and took a sip.
This is the best soju in Suzhou. Although the wine is fragrant, it is easy to get drunk if you drink too much. Although he is also a good drinker, he has always been extremely self-disciplined and will never allow himself to get hungover. No matter how good the wine is, he can only taste it briefly. mouth and let it go.
