"This place in Yuzhou is really disappointing."
"There are too few mosquitoes in the mountains!"
Mo Li held back his smile while listening to Meng Guoshi's complaints.
There are many wild mosquitoes in the mountains, but they do not necessarily suck blood.
Meng Qi deliberately wandered around the mountain twice last night, but only some of the mosquitoes that were lured by his spiritual energy rushed over and bit people. Other mosquitoes were more interested in the same species. They buzzed and danced among the grass, flying in black patches.
The situation looked terrible, but the actual damage did not increase much.
- It feels like I brought mosquitoes to meet relatives and make friends.
Taijing Longmai was extremely depressed, and the Dragon Head Society over there was already scolding the sky.
Why are there so many mosquitoes? Did all the wild mosquitoes in the mountains come to Mingchuan Temple? Is this an abandoned temple, or a mosquito's nest? If you think about it carefully, it seems to be almost the same. If a group of monks are confused when reciting the scriptures, they will hear a buzzing sound.
Du Dartou's identity was exposed because the hidden weapon bamboo tube with pear flower needles was exposed, and people were still very good. This night not only had to be bitten by mosquitoes, but also had to be scrutinized by Mr. Cai and the leader of Changxin.
The escort bureau can do black and white business, and the guard aisle can also contact rich merchants and official figures. If you want to inquire about news for a long time, this is a very ideal identity. Mo Li was not surprised that Jinyiwei's secret subordinates used this business as a cover. He was more puzzled that the four gangs and twelve guilds of Yuzhou had all united to deal with the holy lotus altar. Why is the official government of the Qi Dynasty still indifferent? Could it be that Du Datou didn't report the matter of the Holy Lotus Altar at all
With this doubt in mind, the black carp took the initiative to propose to go to the nearby county town when he got off the mountain.
With the incident of kidnapping people before, and the fact that Mr. Cai did not shy away from mobilizing his troops, the small county town was already full of turmoil, and even the street vendor selling pancakes and wontons knew that something big was going to happen. They didn't dare to spread out the stall, they just walked back and forth with their burdens, looking around as if they were ready to run when there was a rush.
When Meng Qi passed by a man carrying wontons, the other party looked at him nervously.
And someone's appearance is very confusing, the stall owner's tensed arms slowly loosened, and the person has not recovered from the surprise and confusion of seeing this face, and the corner of his mouth has subconsciously revealed a pleasing smile of soliciting business.
"This morning's freshly packaged wontons, the best soup, can you please have a bowl?"
The stall owner opened the cracks in the soup pot on one end of the load, and the smell of bone broth wafted out immediately.
The soup of this wonton stall smells like old juice. Usually, two large bones are put in it every day, and then the bones from yesterday are picked up and discarded. This way, it is boiled for years and months, even if only the soup on the top is scooped up every day. When I take it out, I need to add a lot of white water when cooking, but the delicious taste will stay between my lips and teeth for a long time.
The ink carp took a step.
Meng Qi's ear is so strong, he can understand what happened just by the change of footsteps.
He turned around and asked the stall owner the price with a smile. The stall owner wanted to do business, and when he answered, he was very agile, especially since he also spoke a good mandarin, which did not sound like a heavy dialect at all, which made it very comfortable to hear.
Meng Qi looked at the tableware and chopsticks that the stall owner took out. Although they were coarse porcelain, they were washed very cleanly, so he nodded and took out a handful of copper plates to order two bowls of wontons.
The wrapped, flour-soaked wontons were spooned into the soup pot. The stall owner fiddled with the charcoal in the stove twice with iron tongs, and the sparks jumped up immediately, and soon the soup pot began to roll, and the aroma was stronger.
When the wontons were out of the pot, the stall owner wanted to greet Meng Qi and the two to put the bowl on a bluestone by the side of the road, and the bowl with the hot soup was picked up by Meng Qi without any concern, and handed it to him without realizing it was hot. Ink carp.
The stall owner was stunned, looking at these two people with looks and bearing like the grandson of the king, he didn't believe that fingers without calluses could touch the bowl directly.
Mo Li lowered his head and saw the thin skin of the wonton floated in the bowl. A handful of shredded bean skin and a few chopped green onions were added to the soup. The rising heat rushed to his face.
Meng Qi flicked the bluestone with his sleeve and sat down directly with the bowl in his hand.
In the narrow alley, the two sat side by side, holding a bowl of steaming wontons in their hands.
Until the end of the meal, the spoon and the porcelain bowl did not collide once.
There was no one in the alley, but the noise on the street outside could be faintly heard, as if someone was shouting, and it was like a yamen clerk clearing the road.
"What's the smell?" Someone was looking at the alley, and because it was so dark inside, he couldn't see anything at all.
The owner of the wonton stall quickly cleaned up the guy, whether it was from the government or the local snake gang, he couldn't afford to offend him.
"Ha, it must be Lao Lu's wonton stall! Let's go and have a bowl! Brothers are hungry in the morning!"
A gruff voice rang out, and the owner of the wonton stall turned pale as he picked up a burden and wanted to run.
However, the burden is heavy and the alley is narrow. It is almost impossible for him to be faster than the people behind him without being caught up.
The ground was uneven, and the stall owner hurriedly walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, sweating non-stop on his forehead. Suddenly, he seemed to be stepping on the air, and subconsciously wanted to shout out, but he didn't dare to stretch out his arms. Hold on to the burden, don't let the charcoal soup pot turn over together, it will cause a big problem!
As a result, the body that stepped on the air did not fall over, it was more like flying through the clouds, and the feet of the kicking pedal were a foot away from the ground.
The owner of the wonton stall broke out in a cold sweat.
"… "
He turned around abruptly, and was surprised to find that this was not the alley just now.
In a small town, there are narrow alleys extending in all directions, and a few more turns can get rid of the people who follow.
The stall owner didn't understand how he got here. He felt his feet go weak for some reason, especially since there were no one around here, it was just dawn, and it was possible to hit a ghost. But there have always been ghosts hitting the wall, never heard of ghosts leading the way
Finally, his eyes fell on the laundry stone slab in front of a house in the alley.
There were two thick porcelain bowls on the slate, the soup was very clean, two spoons were placed in their respective bowls, and the handles of the spoons were intertwined closely.
"Guest officer? Young master?"
The owner of the wonton stall shouted tremblingly, but the two of them could not be found.
When he put down the burden and picked up the thick porcelain bowl resting on the bluestone, he saw a piece of silver under the bowl.
At this moment, Meng Qi, who had already climbed over the eaves of several alleys with light work, came to the roof of an inn, and suddenly reached into Mo Li's sleeve and groped twice.
Mo Li was stunned for a moment, then slowly relaxed, letting Meng Qidong rummage around.
- The weapon he uses is a bladeless knife, even if a child holds it in his hand, he will not cut his palm.
After Meng Qi touched the left and the right, he finally found the purse successfully, and then opened the purse and counted.
"...You want to rob again?" Mo Li blurted out.
The ancients heard the song of the strings and knew the meaning of elegance, but he is better, guessing the mind of the fat mouse after seeing the money.
Meng Qi stuffed the purse back and said with a smile: "Since I know there are people from Jinyiwei here, how can I miss it?"
The ink carp didn't say a word.
He was the one who broke the silver for the wonton stall owner just now, and Meng Qi didn't have that much money on him.
In other words, even if there is no more now, Piaoping Pavilion threw a pile of gunpowder, and the result is that Meng Qi is still on his body except for a sword, and he can't even have clothes. Now this clothes are changed later.
Meng Qi had a habit of carrying fifty copper coins for each piece of clothing.
Mo Li didn't stop him, but felt that Meng Qi's plan was pretty good. After all, he lost his luggage or suddenly went mad and couldn't hold it back. Anyway, there is someone who has money.
Opposite the inn is a big mansion.
The house belongs to a certain helmsman of the Dragon Head Association, and the principals of the Four Gangs and Twelve Associations are also here waiting for news, but the eradication of the Holy Lotus Altar is not over yet, and an inexplicable evil star is ushered in in a blink of an eye. All the people in Bayuntang were abolished, and the Changxin gang leader and Du Datou were arrested, which made these people in the rivers and lakes unable to sit still.
They refused to stay and said nothing, and are now making a fuss about leaving.
Mr. Cai is gone forever, and the others in the Longtouhui can't hold down these accustomed guys.
In just one night, the Four Gangs and Twelve Guilds divided into several groups to confront each other. Each family had their own ideas, and they couldn't reach an agreement for a while.
Because they all live on the ground in Yuzhou, for the sake of profit, there must be some grievances and grievances. Originally, there was Mr. Cai under the pressure, and they had common interests to protect them. This group of people could still sit together. Now they can go to him. If there is trouble, they should break up.
Almost hit.
Rao is so, the officials in the small town also became nervous and hurriedly dispatched the yamen to patrol the streets.
Ju Kuai, Xiao Li and others also hurriedly found a way to find out what was going on, but in the end, whether it was the local ruffians who nodded and bowed respectfully to them on weekdays, or the gangsters with money in their pockets and knives in their hands, they all looked embarrassed. Said that this was the head of the entire Yuzhou Four Gangs and Twelve Associations, and the ants could not interfere in the fight between the mountain leopards.
The people in the yamen were furious and scolded the Jianghu people who had gathered in the small town.
The movement in the mansion opposite, the arresting speed in the inn to inquire about news and swearing, and the confrontation between the Jianghu gangs on the street...
Meng Qi had a panoramic view of all this, and felt that it was really a big drama, and that he should really buy a bag of melon seeds and peanuts to watch the fun with Doctor Mo.
"There are some towns in the south of the Yangtze River. The houses built by the river bank, and the boats go out. The boats are very small, and they don't even have a canopy to cover the rain. They can only seat two people, and they have to do their own work. People just rowed the boat and walked slowly along the river. The stage here sang the Lin Chongfeng Snow Mountain Temple, and the distant stage could hear Wu Song fighting the tiger. It's really interesting to know that everything can be summed up in one place."
Mo Li may not have known what these plays look like before. After Taijing Washe was gone for three days, the opera troupes in the north and south of the river have seen it all over the place.
Hearing this at this moment, Meng Qi couldn't help but wake up and said, "You only like to see people rolling around on the stage, gongs and drums banging and swords fighting each other. The river stage you're talking about, if one family sings Zhaojun out of the fortress, and the other sings Eighteen years of bitterly guarding the cold kiln, endless grief and sorrow, the oar in your hand can bring the boat to the end of the town in one go, and then we will not go back."
What is the night show of Wuchuan in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, you can only listen to the cicadas and frogs.
Meng Qi's smile froze on his lips, he wanted to refute, but found that Mo Li's words made sense.
- How did the doctor find out what he likes in his mind
On second thought, did the doctor put enough thought into himself? It may not be apparent on the surface.
It turns out that what the doctor has put in effort is not only the bitter medicine soup, but also these.
Meng Qi was so happy, and in addition to being very close to Mo carp these days, he couldn't hold back his claws, and stretched out his arms to embrace the person in his arms.
Ink carp: "… "
If it weren't for the high martial arts skills and no sweat, what would the two of them be like hugging each other in this weather
Isn't it hot