Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 282|Or indulge in things
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Three days later, the caravan was back on the road.
The flood has receded, and the road has been repeatedly crushed by the vehicles and people in front of it. It is not too hard to walk.
The blazing sun hung up in the sky again, and the temperature gradually picked up. Many people sneezed during this alternating between cold and hot.
So before going on the road today, they all bought a bowl of **** soup, and the severely ill have already taken the medicine. Although the caravan manager suspected that the coachman was ill, there was still a day away from the nearest county town. There were a lot of coolies in the mountains and countryside, but they didn’t have carts and horses to protect them, so they didn’t care about it.
The old seven of the coachman lay in the weeds for an hour that day, and his neck was aching when he got up.
People who saw him exclaimed that he was touched by a “ghost hand”, and there were cyan finger prints on both sides of his neck.
Old Qi suspected that the person who attacked him was in the village, but there were too many outsiders. Every day, people bought medicine and rowed away immediately after they bought it. They couldn’t even look at it, let alone check it. He also stared at Moli and Meng Qi, but he never saw them again.
Old Qi didn’t dare to say that he was attacked, so he could only pretend to be stupid.
He distressedly used twenty copper plates to buy the Laoshizi “exorcism knot” made by villagers in Lingyao Village.
The thing is similar to the children’s five-color knot during the Dragon Boat Festival, and it is very awkward to put it on the wrist.
The knots sold in these Tiancun villages are very good. The original ten copper plates sold have doubled. The villagers wanted to call a higher price, but no one would buy it no matter how expensive it was. The people in Lingyao Village felt uncomfortable because of this, and they always wanted to take the ointment and knots outside to make a fortune.
No, taking advantage of this flood, a few people pretended to visit relatives in neighboring villages to see the situation. They secretly stuffed a jar of ointment in their baggage, followed the caravan, and made up their minds if they encountered The bandit ran away.
Old Qi smiled straight in his heart.
Sure enough, when we arrived at the county seat, the people in Lingyao Village carried their baggage around to sell them, but no one took care of them.
The gray-headed and earth-faced farmer, who can’t speak the whole mandarin, said that he was carrying a pile of bottles and cans and said that it was the ointment from the Elixir Village. Who can guarantee that it is true?
The medicine store and shop sell porcelain bottles (the caravan disassembled the ointment into smaller containers). At first glance, they were the good things Peng Xianren took out. Besides, the people who opened shops in the city can trust them. In the event of an accident, the shop can’t escape, who would dare to buy it on the street?
The people in the Elixir Village had no choice but to lower the price. Anyway, the city is much more expensive than them!
It is true that some people have heard that cheaper things are coming, but when they see cheap things, everyone wants to be cheaper. They keep bargaining the price, killing the villagers in cold sweat. Seeing the price slip to the end, they refuse to accept it, but the people who buy it. Called to see the lively neighbours in the neighbourhood, vowed to say that as long as it is cheaper, they will definitely be round.
When they gritted their teeth and nodded, they went home with a bargaining smile, took the weighing, opened the jar, scraped a layer, dropped a copper plate and left.
The people in Lingyao Village were stunned, reaching out to stop them, and the other party yelled and said that they bought it by themselves anyway, and that other people didn’t want to buy it.
The one who sold a whole pot of ointment had not had time to be happy. Soon there were several strong men carrying a wailing woman, dragging the people in the spirit medicine village and saying that he was selling fake medicine. After applying it, it was sold out. Human life. The mother-in-law was howling loudly, and the strong man who came with him beat the ointment seller, grabbed the money and ointment, turned around and ran away.
When someone got up, the woman was long gone.
——If the business is so good, what would the rascals on the street eat?
The official manpower is not enough, and I can’t watch it. People will patrol only when the market opens during the New Year’s Day. Don’t say rashly carrying the baggage into the city to sell goods, even the businessmen who deal with shops must find the right way. Right.
Looking at the caravan unloading the cargo, the coachman said that he was going to the Chenghuang Temple to pay a respect, and then quickly walked through the streets, carefully paying attention to whether there were people behind him, and met the spirit medicine village people halfway down. He walked out with a swollen nose and almost laughed.
He smashed the knot on his wrist and threw it into the dirty water.
The flooding situation in the county town is very serious. The stagnant water in some alleys has not yet receded. There are half-wall-high water marks outside all the houses. People are busy shoveling away the mud and moss on the walls, and then blowing them out by the wind. Things are shipped out, and every street has people repairing roofs and laying tiles.
It is very uncomfortable for people who want to hide their whereabouts.
Old Qi simply found a tea stall to mix in the evening, and when the people on the roof were gone, he went to find the sub-rudder of Fengxing Pavilion in this county town.
This is a rice shop, and the coolies transporting goods come and go at the door of the warehouse behind the shop. Old Qi touches the roots of the wall and turns into the dark alley to see if there is no one in front of or behind. Then, he stepped on a certain rule according to a certain rule. After the green brick walked through the lane, he stretched out his hand and pushed **** the wall, opening a door of a mechanism.
Old Qi hunched in, and the door snapped quickly.
Before entering, Old Qi tensed his back.
Sure enough, a sharp blade slashed at him, and the old man closed his eyes tightly, not daring to act rashly.
The cold air rushed to his face and stopped in front of the tip of his nose.
“Bao… treasurer, who are you?” Old Qi stammered, looking terrified.
The man with the knife is a 70-year-old old man with divine eyes. The knife is wide and thick, unlike those used by ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, but it seems to be a big gold-backed knife for fighting on the battlefield.
“A evil star came to make trouble yesterday, so I called for a call to see the’out of the mountain tiger’ asking about the Peng Ze water bandit.” The treasurer of Bao’s old voice is still strong, and he sternly asked, “Say, is it your kid making a ghost? Trouble?”
The old seven of the coachman knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: “How about you can’t hide anything from your old eyes? It’s no way to be small, just to save your life! Besides, this matter was originally suffered by King Daining. The official himself does not want to suppress the water bandits and push the work to us. It is troublesome… Hey, don’t give it to them.”
The old man patted the cheek of the coachman with the back of the knife, and hummed: “Don’t be too clever, I know who you are doing things for, I know.”
Old Qi smiled, and said cautiously: “Hey, the little one will get some oil and water and work for the two. If I really move my mind that shouldn’t be moved, you will chop me too early. Oh? Let me tell you, King Wu is taking a lot of money, it’s better than Fengxing Pavilion…”
“Enough!” Bao’s shopkeeper said impatiently, “The old man didn’t want to talk to you, who else did you tell about the water bandits?”
“Well, do you still need to talk about it?” The old seven of the coachman hesitatedly defended, “The dozens of people running errands in Fengxingge here, as long as they are not stupid, they can guess it. It’s not as simple as smashing water bandits. There was so much food in the official warehouse, and I sent people to go to the countryside quietly to buy with Wudi…Although they were disguised as King Jing’s people, can we hide it from Fengxing Pavilion?”
The corner of Bao’s shopkeeper’s mouth drooped down, and he kicked the **** of the driver’s old seven.
“Get out if nothing happens.”
“Now, now!”
Lao Qi rolled his eyes, smiled and slipped to the low table next to him, and asked a guy to dictate a piece of news about “I met two scribes in the Elixir Village” and described Meng Qi Moli’s appearance in great detail. That guy He is also a capable person, so he ticked two pictures and called him Lao Qi recognize.
“No, these eyes…and nose…this attitude…”
Speaking of later, Lao Qi simply patted his thigh and said, “It is not inferior to the number one talent in Suzhou and the celebrities of Qinhuai. It is said that they are from Qiantang County.”
The buddy tried to draw a similar shape, and finally stopped drawing, and simply marked a few words next to it.
“The painting is one hundred copper coins, there are two in total.” The guy kept the account for Old Seven.
Old Qihun didn’t care, he grinned and said: “There must be news of someone buying them. I won’t say two hundred dollars, maybe twenty taels of silver can be earned back.”
The treasurer Bao did not say a word, watching the coachman Lao Qi humming and leaving.
He rubbed his forehead, found an excuse to send the guy in the house, and locked the door.
A figure fell silently from the beam of the room, walked to the table, picked up the picture and looked at it with interest.
“General Meng.”
The treasurer Bao Bao respectfully clasped his fists, almost half kneeling in salute.
Meng Qi raised his hand to the sky to help, and Bao’s shopkeeper couldn’t bend down.
In fact, Meng Qi did not expect to meet his deceased here yesterday.
The treasurer Bao has no prestige in the arena. He used to be the instructor of the frontier army in the Chu Dynasty. He was very good at martial arts, and it was difficult to find an opponent right away. This is nothing, mainly because he has been on the battlefield at the age of fourteen and has been a vanguard officer under Meng Qi’s command.
At that time, Jingyuan Hou Aicai, unwilling to let the teenager take a risk, “threw” him to Meng Qi, who was transporting grain and keeping grain in the rear.
In a flash, many years passed, and Meng Qichan didn’t recognize it when they met.
Yesterday, treasurer Bao almost rubbed his eyes when he looked at Meng Qi, the “forty-something” man who came to ask for trouble.
Bao’s shopkeeper is named Guan Yong. When he was a boy, he wanted to be brave enough to win the three armies, but unfortunately he hadn’t reached adulthood, and the world was unified.
Fortunately, I caught up with Mie Xiliang, and since then I have been working in the frontier army, unwilling to return to Taijing. There were too many generals in the Chu Dynasty. In troubled times, Bao Guanyong was also an admiral. However, he was born late. When he fully grew into a powerful general, the Chu Dynasty had nothing to fight except for the conflict between the frontier army and the barbarians. hit.
Bao Guanyong is now 72 years old.
Lian Po is old, and Bao Guanyong, who works as a shopkeeper in Mipu, is not as lucky as Lian Po.
When Qi Emperor Lu Zhang was a great general, the civil and military were in a state of chaos, and Bao Guanyong was unlucky at that time. He was casually detained on the charge of “stealing military assets and colluding with barbarians” and exiled to Dongting Yunmengze. , And fight with the natives there.
Not long afterwards, Qi Dai Chuli.
“…I fled to Luling County that year, and wanted to find a loyal one among the three vassals, fought the Yangtze River, regained the North, and reestablished the Chu Dynasty. I didn’t expect… They were all short-sighted and self-righteous stupid people. !”
The treasurer Bao has been through all these years, and no one can complain about it. Seeing Meng Qi met with his relatives, he almost rushed over and cried.
Meng Qi has a terrible headache: “You are in your 70s, how do you behave as a child?”
Meng Qi regretted not bringing the ink carp with him. In such a situation, he only needs to reach out and take the doctor’s waist. Bao Guanyong must be stunned.
Meng Qi and Moli came here wearing masks yesterday.
——Zhong Kui’s mask of the “epidemic ghost” sent to the Chenghuang Temple was hung for a long time and took the sheep.
The two pretended to have a fight, then turned their heads and slipped back to catch the real principal of Fengxing Pavilion here.
It’s not the “Tiger from the Mountain” among the old seven of the coachman, but the master of the “Tiger from the Mountain”, the old shopkeeper of Mipu in his seventies.
When I took off the mask, Meng Qi surprised Meng Qi, and Bao’s shopkeeper was shocked to “recognize his relatives.”
It’s really lucky, it can’t be stopped.
Bao Guanyong not only knows all the secrets of Fengxing Pavilion, what’s more, he is the veteran of Fengxing Pavilion, and Mr. Qiu, the adviser of King Ning, “invited” him out of the mountain.
Bao Guanyong still has “Chu” in his heart.
But his behavior is very interesting to Meng Qi.
Don’t lead troops, don’t go to the barracks, but squat in the Fengxing Pavilion.
Several apprentices have been taught, and all the apprentices have gone to Hunjianghu.
In fact, with Bao Guanyong’s tough physique, following the example of the old general Huang Zhong, there is no problem in going on the battlefield again.
“The old seven of the coachman is Wu Wang’s spy, don’t you care?” Meng Qi asked playfully.
“There are too many spies like this. In Fengxing Pavilion, there are not only people from King Wu, but also undercover agents from other gang sects, but they all run errands like the old seven of the coachman. Get the news to come in and help people make purchases. News, no secrets. The old seventh is greedy for money, and the others are oppressed in the gang denominations before being sent to do this drudgery…”
Bao Guanyong had never been in contact with Jianghu before he was fifty years old. Now he knows the situation of Jianghu well. He sighed for a while and shook his head. “General Meng, the last general is old. He has seen many injustices in the world. Do you want to live a life? I have to forgive others, I’ll forgive them for the time being.”
Meng Qi was silent for a while, and suddenly said: “I saw a person in Taijing who was nicknamed Zhenshanhu, also a person from Fengxing Pavilion. Your disciple was nicknamed Shanhu. What is the relationship between the two? Or is it a coincidence?” /
Bao Guanyong heard the words and laughed: “The information from Taijinglai came half a month ago. Knowing the news of the general, I was so happy that I didn’t fall asleep all night. That Zhenshanhu is a kid, and I have eight apprentices with similar nicknames. . However, there are a lot of names with this in the arena, how did the general think about it?”
Meng Qi: “…”
This is really intuitive.