The butcher said, "You mean that old guy? He came here yesterday and bought three pounds of fish. He hasn't come back today..."
Chu Yao smiled awkwardly: "I was mistaken, but from a distance it does look like him. Hey, is there any happy event in his family or has he become rich? He bought three kilograms at once. It seems he is coming again today?"
The butcher felt angry when he thought of the old man.
The old man likes to take advantage of others, and his old hands are not honest. He always touches the meat on his stall when he is not looking. Are other customers willing to buy it when they see it? He shamelessly sells it to him at a discount, and wants to take advantage of a few cents. He never changes his ways despite repeated admonitions.
He hasn't done that recently, but every time he comes, he will deliberately throw copper coins and silver coins at his shop, and pretend to shout loudly to buy a few pounds of meat and a few ounces of bones, for fear that others can't hear him clearly. He opens his mouth to show his old yellow teeth, and spit all over the place.
But the butcher had to open his shop for business and couldn’t chase the customers away. In fact, he had already been dissatisfied with this.
The butcher rolled his eyes and curled his lips, "What happy event can there be in his family? He just had a granddaughter last month, but this old guy has no eyes and no nose, and he keeps saying 'one leg and one loser', bah! What about one leg, old guy? Is it that easy? Let him kick one leg and see if he can get an egg or an egg."
Chu Yao listened to the butcher's complaints patiently - he knew very well that the butcher was just like his Wu Lang when it came to gossip, he liked to talk nonsense and talk about whatever he wanted - once the topic went off track, he would silently speak up to bring it back and finally hear the serious content.
The butcher said, "... He suddenly got rich a few days ago. It was said that his son got a big job, three to five pounds of meat every day. Look at how fat he eats, but his old bones are still like firewood. I don't know where all the meat has gone..."
Chu Yao said: "That means we are prosperous."
The butcher chopped the meat the customer needed in a few seconds. The other customers were also neighbors. When they started gossiping, it was like riding the wind and waves without oars. They talked one after another, expressing jealousy or envy, and there was a sour taste in their words.
They looked down on that family, but they were truly envious of the fact that they could eat several kilograms of meat for so many days in a row.
How not to be sour.
Oh, my teeth are so sore.
Speaking of the feast of fish and meat, in addition to this family, they also know several other families whose meaty aroma wafts from their houses every day, which is really mouth-watering. Poor families can only eat meat during festivals, but some people can eat meat as a meal...
Some people immediately speculated that the money came from illegal sources.
Chu Yao, as the leader of the topic, was the most silent among the group. He listened quietly as usual, sometimes agreeing with a few words, sometimes wondering. After talking until their mouths were dry, they patted their butts and left contentedly, as if the dissatisfaction and sourness had mostly dissipated with the gossip, and they were very satisfied.
Chu Yan was satisfied and took out his purse to buy two pounds of meat.
The butcher asked, "Are you rich too?"
Chu Yao replied: "The master's money."
The butcher gave him two more ounces of rice and asked him to go back for more food.
Things were almost done, and Chu Yao was about to leave, but the little fat boy grabbed his sleeve and looked at him with a pair of wet eyes.
Pleadingly, "Teacher..."
Seeing this, Chu Yao asked, "How many days will I take Arong with me?"
The butcher waved his hands in annoyance, cursing, "Take him away if you want, and don't come back. This kid has become too ambitious to follow you, old man, and he's just pissing off his father at home."
When the little fat boy heard this, he smiled so much that his face was about to bloom.
The butcher gnashed his teeth when he saw this.
Whose son is this
Chu Yao got some information and took the fat kid to another place under the pretext of shopping. He had been in Xiaocheng for so many years and had dealt with all kinds of people. He couldn't directly inquire about the information related to the silver vault, but it was not a problem to find out in a roundabout way.
Humph, the management of the silver vault is very strict, and the servants need to go through several inspections when entering and leaving, but they can't control these seemingly insignificant "side doors and unorthodox practices". Chu Yao seemed like an ordinary purchasing servant, waiting for Shen Tang at the agreed place at sunset.
Shen Tang almost came here on time.
When she came back, the two were sitting harmoniously under the eaves by the roadside. Chu Yao broke off a branch and wrote something on the ground. The little fat boy hugged his knees, stared at the ground, and leaned his upper body slightly towards Chu Yao, afraid of missing a word.
"Wuhui, I'm back."
Chu Yao stood up and saluted, and the little fat boy followed suit.
Shen Tang was familiar with the little fat boy. Seeing that he was holding a small package in his arms, he smiled and asked, "A Rong is here too?"
Chu Yao said: "I'm worried that I'll fall behind in schoolwork."
Go to the mountains and stay for a few days and then be sent back.
Shen Tang nodded: "That's fine. After Zhai Le goes back, there won't be anyone my age to play with me. It's just right that A Rong is here."
Chu Yao: “…”
It's not about playing with Goro, it's clearly about being played by Goro.
Shen Tang skillfully summoned the motorcycle and put Chu Yao's shopping into the saddle bag. The things that couldn't fit in were packed with hemp rope and put on the back of the motorcycle. The most expensive things here were two pieces of paper, a box of ink sticks, and a few brushes, and they were not good stuff.
Shen Tang teased the little fat boy: "It's a very long mountain road to go back. It's not too late if you regret it now."
The little fat boy thought Shen Tang wanted to drive him away.
He hugged Chu Yao's waist.
His black eyebrows were raised and he looked stubborn.
Chu Yao had no choice but to pat his hands, signaling him to let go, and said, "I don't intend to drive you away. Hurry up and get on. Let's get out of the city."
For convenience, he bought a mule.
It was just right for the master and his disciple to ride on one mule together.
He doesn't have the bad habit of asking for good deeds. He won't get on anything other than a horse, a carriage or a sedan chair. As long as it can replace his two legs to walk, he'll be fine with it.
It wasn't long before we left the city.
"I met Gu Chi at noon."
"Gu Wangchao? What happened to him?"
Shen Tang repeated Gu Chi's words word for word, as well as the details of their conversation and her speculation. Chu Yao was silent for a long time after listening. He shared Shen Tang's opinion and speculated that Beimo and Shiwu had joined forces, and his face could not help but show a little more worry.
Different from Shiwu who likes to flatter himself and try to make trouble for others, Beimo seems to be much more peaceful, but in fact he is more dangerous than Shiwu. He is more like a bloodthirsty and brutal wolf lurking in the dark waiting for a fatal blow. The only thing they have in common is their ambition.
They have been coveting the heartland of the continent for a long time, but their previous strength did not match their ambitions.
Even the former Chu Kingdom once taught Beimo how to behave.
"Has Chu State fought against Bei Mo?"
Chu Yao suddenly smiled strangely and said, "Yes, I have."
After a pause, he asked again: "Otherwise, how do you think the once famous 'Three Heroes of Chu State' gained their reputation? Most of it was due to the battle against Beimo. Beimo suffered a series of disastrous defeats and sent several hostages to seek peace and show its position."
The "Three Heroes of Chu State" all three have been to the Northern Desert.
Every time the Northern Desert tried to go south to cause trouble, the Northwestern countries would unite and send troops to attack. You send troops and I send food, or we can all contribute some people so that the young scholars and generals in the country can gain experience.
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