Burrowing into the ground, fighting, and drinking blood, Wei Shiqi became ashen and tattered, almost like a sleeping victim lying on the ground. He was not in a hurry to find that familiar scent, so he went straight into a mansion, took out about ten ingots of gold, returned to Zhuque Street, picked a clean and quiet inn, opened the way with gold ingots, and asked for an upper room. Heat some hot water to take a shower, and then go to a clothing store to grab a few changes of clothes.
The innkeeper's surname was Miao. He had many contacts in Luoyang City and was considered a number one figure. He looked on with cold eyes. He saw that the man had a strong back and a shady background. He was probably a desperado. Gold was stolen goods. It was easy to come by and easy to spend. But the rich man is the uncle, so he needs to be careful. He doesn't intend to go to the government. Jianghu is a matter of Jianghu. He is engaged in serious business. It is best to stay out of the matter and not meddle in it.
Buckets of boiling water were poured into the bathtub. The deep basin as tall as a person was filled to about seventy-eight percent without any cold water. Wei Shiqi stripped naked and jumped into the bathtub. Only his head was exposed. The waiter bit him. He pointed his fingers and stared blankly, almost thinking he was dreaming. Is that human being? You don’t need such hot water to kill a pig!
Shopkeeper Miao kicked the waiter out, and he became more and more aware that his moves were probably the famous Thirteen Taibao in Golden Bell Covers and Iron Cloth Shirts practicing boy skills. He became more and more sure of the other party's identity. Determined to keep silent.
Wei Shiqi took a comfortable bath, dried his body, and put on new clothes, new pants, new socks, and new shoes. They were all new from head to toe. Shi Shiran walked into the dining hall and ordered the waiter to enjoy the wine and meat. superior.
The dining hall was lit with candles and the light and shadow flickered. There was only one table of guests. He was a man with a scar face and a big golden knife. He had one foot on the stool, gnawing on the rabbit head and sipping strong wine. His face was red and his mouth was full of wine. Humming a tune randomly and enjoying yourself.
Although there was a shortage of food in Luoyang city, as long as he could afford to spend a lot of money on wine and meat, Wei Shiqi had no time to spare. Wei Shiqi placed a pot of fragrant wine in front of him, four kinds of dishes to go with the wine, beef tendon, lamb leg, venison, The fat chickens are piled up like a hill, making people jealous.
The man with the scarred face who was chewing the rabbit's head was salivating. He stared hard at it a few times, took a sip of wine, stared a few more times, and took another sip of wine.
Wei Shiqi was drinking and eating meat leisurely. After a while, two helpers came outside the door. They poked their heads in the air and came up to chat with them. Wei Shiqi got what he wanted. He asked the waiter to add two sets of bowls and chopsticks and ordered them to do what they wanted. .
The two gangsters, one surnamed Zhao and the other Liu, were both pretending to be polite, but they were really villains, and local snakes. Wei Shiqi tricked them with wine and meat, and the two of them were so drunk that they poured beans out of bamboo tubes and told the whole story about the current situation in Luoyang City.
The earth cracked, the sky collapsed, mourning was everywhere in the Central Plains, and Bianliang, the capital, had been reduced to ruins. Today, I happened to lead all the civil and military officials to the East China Sea to worship heaven, and escaped the disaster. However, misfortunes never come singly, and the ensuing tsunami was crushed by Mount Tai. The force engulfed the sacrificial rooftop, leaving very few survivors alive.
It is said that Emperor Xu, under the protection of two close and beloved generals from Xin Yue, rushed to the Kunlun Mountains in a light carriage and begged the immortal master to help turn the tide. Passing through Luoyang, they went to the city to rest for one night, and left in a hurry the next day. What happened that night? No one knew, but the prefect Yan Keji and the backbone general Fang Bi gave up the idea of independence and were determined to defend Luoyang for the emperor without any second thoughts.
Luoyang City is lucky. It has escaped natural disasters and only the people are left. Human problems are always easy to solve. The thousands of officers and soldiers in the city are enough to maintain order. No matter what happens, the Xinfeng Camp thirty miles east of the city will still be able to maintain order. Tens of thousands of troops were stationed, all of whom were battle-hardened veterans. With Xinfeng Camp here, Luoyang was as safe as Mount Tai.
There were hundreds of thousands of victims who poured into the city. General Fang sent veterans from the Xinfeng Camp to suppress the city. For the time being, they stayed safe. Grand Administrator Yan made a plan to draw out the firepower. He gave out porridge every other day and steamed buns every half of the first lunar month. Most of the victims were Not enough to eat, not hungry to death, faint and weak, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, people are never willing to raise their heads to oppose the government. After all, the soldiers armed with swords and guns eat better than them. If they rebel, they will lose many lives.
However, there were hundreds of thousands of victims in the city, and countless more outside the city. The wealthy gentry in Luoyang City could not sleep all night, for fear that one day, hungry mobs would push up to the high walls, break into their houses, burn, kill and loot, destroying their accumulated wealth. They joined forces to frequently visit the prefects and key generals, offering antiques and treasures and promising huge profits, hoping to drive the victims out of the city and nip the crisis in the bud. Luoyang is a high city and a fortified city. No matter how many victims there are, After all, they are just a mob, and they can't do anything to the moat and city walls with their bare hands.
Expelling the victims out of the city made it clear that their way out would be cut off. Governor Yan was worried about getting into trouble and prompting the riot to break out in advance, so he ignored their requests in a careless manner. The wealthy gentry jumped up and down and made a fuss for a while, then stopped and stopped petitioning the prefect's office. Yan Keji felt strange and sent his confidants to inquire secretly. He was shocked to find that the number of victims in the city had been decreasing day by day in the past few days. Every night, there were dozens of people in the city. People are missing, no one is alive or dead, and there are rumors among the victims that monsters are out and about, eating people like hemp.
There is no need to expel, there are people who are harming the victims. No wonder those rich and wealthy gentry have stopped talking... No wonder...
Zhao and Liu were drunk and muttered, talking to each other, saying what should be said and what should not be said, which made people look at them. The drunk man was unconscious, but shopkeeper Miao listened to them one by one. Some of them couldn't sit still anymore, so they stepped forward and said a few words of comfort, using both soft and hard tactics to persuade the two helpers to leave.
Wei Shiqi poured a glass of cold wine and drank it slowly, with a half-smile on his face. Shopkeeper Miao accompanied him with a smile and said: "I poured a few cups of yellow soup and chewed my tongue. This is the virtue of a helper. Don't take it personally, sir." go."
Wei Shiqi nodded and ordered the waiter to serve another portion of wine and meat. After finishing his meal with determination, he walked out of the dining hall, hands behind his back, and walked out of the inn towards Zhuque Street.
The scarred-faced man on the side interrupted and asked, "Shopkeeper, what is that man's background?"
Shopkeeper Miao looked back and saw that it was Ba Laosan from West Street. Every time he brought a pot of bad wine, ordered two braised rabbit heads, and then ate a bowl of mushy noodles to satisfy his hunger, he said perfunctorily: "Let's do it." For business and accommodation..."
Ba Laosan was a little drunk and said with a loud tongue: "Shopkeeper Miao, don't be careless. That man is a desperate ranger. He came to Luoyang City and most likely did some dirty work. Be careful of being implicated by him. Lose the coffin!"
Shopkeeper Miao said with a serious face: "Ba Laosan, you drank too much. Hurry up and eat the noodles and go back to lie down and talk nonsense!"
His eyes were wide-eyed and his voice was stern. Ba Laosan shuddered, snored and ate the noodles with his head turned upside down.
Shopkeeper Miao was disturbed by Ba Laosan's words. He called a clever boy, bit his ear and gave some instructions, and ordered him to drive him up and stare at the man who lived in the upper room from a distance.
Ba Laosan looked at them one by one and chuckled, feeling quite proud. Shopkeeper Miao glared at him again, took two braised rabbit heads, wrapped them in oil paper, stuffed them into Ba Laosan's arms, and said impatiently: "You don't have to pay the money, I'll treat you, and leave as soon as you finish eating!" "
Ba Laosan took the warm oil paper bag and ran out quickly, fearing that shopkeeper Miao would regret it. The pride in his heart, humming the victory command, staggered to find his old lover.
