"Have you seen my face?"
"No! I didn't see anything!"
The rapier woman's voice was cold, like she was interrogating a prisoner. I was keenly aware that something was wrong in the atmosphere, so I quickly lied and denied that I didn't see it.
"I'm asking you again, tell the truth! Have you seen my face?"
"I...I saw a little bit, just a little bit..." (Actually, I saw everything.)
The next second, she moved her hand instantly, and the thin sword seemed to slip out of her sleeve. Cold light appeared, and it stabbed at my chest at high speed!
The sword was drawn out so fast that I couldn't even use eight steps to dodge the cicada.
I stood there not daring to move or speak, because I could really feel the killing intent on the tip of the sword.
"Sister, let me forget it. This kid probably didn't mean it. He is Silver Fox's apprentice. If you kill him, our reputation in the Tao will be bad."
The middle-aged man who spoke to me gave me a secret look.
I immediately said: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to look at your face!"
Then, the sharp sword slowly moved up and stopped in front of my face, pointing directly at my eyes, less than five centimeters away.
"For the sake of your master, it's just this once, and it won't happen next time."
"Understood! I understand!"
She sheathed her sword instantly and continued drinking water as if nothing was wrong.
The middle-aged man came over, patted me, and said with a smile: "Okay, kid, don't be afraid, our Brother Pao will not kill ordinary people indiscriminately. Let's go buy some rice again. It's so spicy that it's hard to swallow."
"Okay! I'll go right away! Be back soon!"
After I came out, I still felt lingering fear. I had experienced too many things. I knew what it meant to kill someone and what it meant to scare someone! Just because I saw her face, she wanted to kill me with a sword...
An expert can tell when she strikes. Her sword-drawing speed is as fast as lightning. If she hadn't stopped at the end, I might have had a hole in my chest.
I came to the conclusion, "This woman has a weird temper and I don't dare to offend her."
But she is really good-looking, with a face shape and a high nose that even makes her look a bit mixed-race. I guess she is five or six years older than me, that is, in her mid-twenties.
Of course, I just admire her, and I won't have any bad thoughts about her, because this kind of woman is like a wild rose if she uses a plant metaphor, and she is a porcupine if she uses an animal metaphor. Anyway, she has thorns all over her body and pricks her mouth.
When we arrived at the fried rice stall, the boy was cleaning up the booth. Seeing me coming over again, he said with an ugly face: "Brother, I really have no money now."
"I'm not asking you for money. I'm frying some rice noodles! No chili this time!" I said with a dark face.
He laughed and said, "It's too spicy to eat. I told you my chili was spicy! You didn't believe it!"
Seeing my gloomy expression, he immediately set up a pot and started the fire.
It takes seven or eight minutes to make fried noodles, so I took advantage of this time and ran to a small shop across the road.
"Boss, is there Assam?"
"what would you like?"
The small store is small and the decoration is very shabby. It sells mostly small things. The owner who asked me what I wanted was a short old lady with gray hair.
"Assam! Milk tea!" I said loudly because I was afraid that the other person would be hard of hearing.
After hearing this, the old lady shook her head: "No, it smells delicious."
"where?"
"I'll get it for you."
The old lady helped me get the milk tea from the second shelf. Maybe she was old, but her hands were unsteady and shaking when she handed it to me.
"Is there hot water? I'll make milk tea. I'll add five yuan."
"There is hot water, it's free, young man, go and pour it yourself." The old man spoke weakly, feeling as if he was not in good health.
I made milk tea with hot water from the thermos. I was about to pay and leave when my eyes suddenly caught sight of a wooden cupboard in the corner.
In the past, old cupboards were covered with a door curtain. I saw the bottom of a white bottle exposed under the door curtain. The exposed part was about three centimeters high.
"Old man, can I get a bowl and use it? Have a drink of hot water."
She said the bowls were all in the cabinet and I could just take them myself.
I opened the curtain and immediately saw a white glaze pot randomly placed next to a pile of bowls. What was strange was that the spout of this pot was made into the shape of a chicken head. It was a chicken head pot.
I didn't get my hands on it, but I knew at a glance that it was a chicken-head pot from the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It was a genuine one, which is rare.
This kind of chicken head pots can also be found in tombs, and they are usually placed in the wall holes of the burial chambers. However, the chicken heads of those pots are solid and cannot pour water. Therefore, when you see a solid chicken head pot, One hundred percent came out of the tomb.
The pot that the old lady kept in her cupboard is different. There is an eye on the head of the chicken, so it can definitely pour water, so it is definitely a practical utensil handed down from the past. This kind of value is very high, and there are white-glazed chickens from the Eastern Jin Dynasty on the market. The number of head pots is much less than that of black-glazed chicken head pots, by a ratio of about one hundred to one.
I finished drinking the water and asked, "Old man, are your ancestors from Shanxi?"
The old man was very surprised: "How do you know, young man?"
I pointed to the cupboard and said: "This kind of white chicken head pot is almost not available in the south. It was popular in Shanxi in the north at that time. Old man, please put it away quickly and watch it carefully. Don't let anyone steal it. This pot is worth at least five yuan." One hundred thousand.”
"Ah? You can't, young man? This kettle was used as a urinal when I was a child." The old man didn't believe me, and she was very surprised.
I smiled and said, "I'm not talking nonsense. If you don't believe me, go to an antique store in a big city and ask. People will 100% chase you to buy it." After that, I took the things and left the store.
The Northern sect steals from shady people and makes money from dead people. We don’t steal from living people, and we generally don’t deceive ordinary old people who live in poverty. It’s not that the Northern sect is noble, but it’s unnecessary.
Having said that, I am very happy to see this rare chicken head pot. Because chicken in the past was a homophone for "auspicious", so the chicken head pot is also called Jishou pot, which means good luck and good fortune.
I'm in a deep predicament right now, and maybe this chicken-head pot I accidentally saw is a sign that I'm about to break out of the situation.
"Is the powder ready?"
"Okay bro."
"Put this in a separate portion," I handed over the hot milk tea.
"Are you from the Zhenhai Gang?"
"That was true before, but not anymore. Now the people from the Zhenhai Gang will probably hack me to death if they see me."
I gloated and said, "Did people know about stealing the boat? I said you are young and capable and can still stir up powder. What the hell are you doing? You have to be a thief."
He said unhappily: "I don't call it stealing, I call it temporarily borrowing! When I, Ma Dachao, become prosperous one day, I will definitely return the things I borrowed ten times and a hundred times. Look, brother, I borrowed temporarily I gave you 30,000, right? How about you borrow 20,000 from me to make up a total of 50,000, and I will pay you back 500,000 when I become rich."
I turned around and left.
He caught up with me with a spatula and said excitedly: "Don't believe it, a fortune teller said that I will have great luck within one or two years! By then I will have a fortune of millions!"
"You know what the fortune teller said about me?"
He shook his head.
I said, "The fortune teller said that before I turn twenty-five, I will wear a golden robe, a white horse roaring in the snow, dominate the world, and achieve unparalleled hegemony!"
"Damn, bro, are you so awesome?"
I was about to leave again, but he stopped me again and said, "Brother, I think you are a good person, so I would like to remind you, don't go out tonight, especially not around the gymnasium, otherwise you will easily suffer a bloody disaster."
"how?"
He took out a cigarette from his apron pocket and said, "Although I am no longer with the Zhenhai Gang, I have very good inside information. Just tonight, the Zhuji Gang and the Zhenhai Gang will join forces to attack the Fujian Gang. You don't know , even the people from the police station have said hello, tonight it will be a pure three-no-no zone!"
"Oh? What else do you know?" I asked, pretending to be curious.
He flicked the cigarette ashes and said: "It is said that the condition given by the hat is not to use the gun. As long as the gun is not used, it will be a mass fight. Afterwards, find a few boys and send them to eat public food for two years and it will be over. If the gun is used, But the nature has changed. A good friend from my Zhenhai Gang told me that the bladed machetes are all pulled by carts. In short, the conflict between the two sides is inevitable. The fight is about who is more ruthless! Who is So many! Who can hold on until dawn!"
After chatting with him for two minutes, I went back and distributed the fried noodles to several people.
"What's this?"
"Milk tea, big sister, this cup of milk tea is my apology to you."
"Take it away, I won't drink this kind of thing."
The previous Xiangpiaopiao tasted good, but the current one really doesn't taste good. It doesn't have the same taste as when it first came out.
A group of people finished the fried noodles quickly, and maybe they choked. The rapier girl subconsciously picked up the milk tea and took a sip.
I couldn't see the expression on her face under the black veil. I saw her put it down and pick it up, pick it up and put it down again, and drank it all in a short while.
"Sister, do you think the taste is okay?"
She snorted coldly: "In general, that's it."
I was calm on the surface, but secretly happy in my heart.
As long as the iron rod is ground into a needle through hard work, in order to join the Pao Brother Club and win the favor of the heroine, you have to start with the first cup of milk tea in autumn.
