Mo Laosan was cursing at the back of everyone. At this moment, a young man on the inn’s window table said, "Master, don’t be angry, we listened very interestingly. Come over and we invite you to dinner."
Mo Laosan smiled upon hearing his brows and fumbled over.
Lao Wang complained to Zi Yang in a low voice, "Why do you provoke him to such a rascal in the mountains. Is it possible that you believe in his concocted stuff?"
Zi Yang said, "Not necessarily. Generally speaking, storytellers don't know so much about the names and geography of Mongolian people. I think that what Mo Lao San is saying is very straightforward, and it doesn't seem simple."
At this time, Old Mo stumbled and fumbled to the table, and sat down unceremoniously, "Two young talents, don't listen to the local accent?"
Zi Yang lied to him: "We are here to travel!"
Mo Lao San is also not welcome, while groping to stuff the beef and mutton on the table into his mouth, he muttered, "This poor mountain and remote place has a lot of people, what a good trip..."
"The two voices are loud and full of energy, and they are not mortal when they hear it. They must be handsome..." After filling two mouthfuls of meat and smearing oil with his hands, he reached out and said: "My third son is familiar with Tuibei pictures, and I study the fate of crape myrtle. , There is even a Mogu's stunt. With a touch of your hand, you can figure out whether the two have a great future and whether they have the fate of an emperor or general — even if the fate has a calamity, it can be turned into good fortune through the guidance of Mo Lao San!"
Zi Yang looked at the old Mo's hand with oily stains, black hands, long nails, and muddy dirt. He smiled and said, "No, no, no. We are both lost young boys in the country. In this life only If you want to be a wealthy citizen, you don’t have much ideals, you don’t have to count..."
Lao Wang said bluntly: "My two are poor students and don't have a lot of money in your pocket, so you've lost your mind."
Mo Lao Sanyi heard that he was not a rich man, his expression dimmed immediately. Continue to fumble and grab the meat in the plate.
Lao Wang deliberately embarrassed him: "Just now our two brothers heard you talk about this general Zhang and the cavalry. They found it very interesting. Since they are so capable, even Genghis Khan has suffered from them, why I have never heard of it. Huh? It's not mentioned in the history books either!"
Mo Laosan curled his lips and said: "History is written by victors. This Genghis Khan generation of geniuses, who have fought countless times in his life, was so embarrassed by this little cavalry that he almost lost his life. Shame. If it is spread, how to deter the nations of the world? Although Genghis Khan cherishes his talents, but no one said to encourage you to resist. So after Zhang Jue died, he specially issued an order that no one is allowed to mention Zhang Jue and the cavalry. The offender will be cut."
Zi Yang asked, "If the cavalry is so big, it should have an influence even in the Song Dynasty?"
Mo Lao San said sadly: "The Great Song Lei is very weak. It is already hard to guarantee that he would care about a civilian armed force? Moreover, the cavalry has a short history. For many years, most of them have been fighting alone outside the pass. If they win, they don’t ask for credit. The Mongolian army has eaten. The loss is naturally not publicized, so many wars are not recorded. In addition, Zhang Jue is unwilling to have any ties with the court, and the history books will naturally not waste pen and ink on the cavalry-alas, if Zhang Gong was willing to adhere to the court, neither As for the end of annihilation."
But the old Wang said: "Depending on the court may not end up better, Yue Fei is loyal to the emperor and loyal to the country, so he died aggrieved?"
Mo Lao San said: "At least people have left a tribute to the eternal life, unlike this cavalry, which was a vigorous one, but eventually ended up with no name. This period of history is so quiet!"
When the two saw that Mo Lao San said decently, they thought that this old man was indeed an excellent storyteller, and they were moved by the ability to make stories, and they had a strong sense of substitution. It is also not easy for a blind old man. He is no longer embarrassed now, smiles at each other and no longer speaks.
At this moment, a person on the table next to him said: "If this is the case, how does the old man know?"
Zi Yang and the others looked back and saw that Uncle Li and his group had been sitting next to him for some time. They came along this way and met with Uncle Li several times. They all nodded to each other. They did not have a deep friendship. The two sides had different opinions. Conspiracy.
At this moment, the group of people are looking at the table attentively. It seems that they have a keen interest in the blind man’s humor. I don’t know how much these people have heard about the blind man’s story. Although there are many loopholes, this group of people seems to be very interested. It sounds addictive, and it seems a little bit unfinished.
Mo Lao San stretched out his neck and tilted his head and said, "This old man sounds like a big bell and is full of energy. He is not a mortal when he hears it. He must be handsome..."
These remarks are almost exactly the same as those just spoken between Zi Yang and Lao Wang. It seems that this old man Mo’s flattering skills have been completed... If the two sides are not far apart, then Mo Lao San might start to show off Mogu. Absolutely learned!
Uncle Li and a short, burly middle-aged man with a scar on his face at the same table made a look, and the two came over with a few dishes and a pot of wine, and said to Zi Yang: "Brother, make a piece of it. Can the table work?"
Lao Wang has always disliked Uncle Li. He felt that he was evil on his face and he was not a good person. At the moment, he said angrily, "You're all standing here, say no, okay?"
Zi Yang smiled and said, "My brother is joking with you, it's all right, sit down."
Uncle Li and the others didn't mind, they sat down generously, squeezing the scar face against Lao Wang with a look of indifferent expression. Lao Wang was about to attack, Zi Yang quickly stopped with his eyes, Lao Wang snorted, moved his butt to sit next to Zi Yang, such a square table, Zi Yang sat with Lao Wang, and Uncle Li and the queen were born together. On one side, Mo Lao San had his own corner, three-way men and horses in four costumes, and the scene was unspeakable awkward.
Uncle Li beckoned to the shop's second child and asked him to serve wine and food, Mo Laosan was also rude, throwing away his cheeks and chewing, and seeing that he hadn't eaten enough for some days. Fortunately, the prices in this northern Shaanxi were low. Although Lao Wang has no idea who will pay the bill in the end, but these few meals are not worth much, and it is a big deal with Uncle Li.
Uncle Li poured a glass of wine for Mo Laosan and put it in front of him. Mo Laosan fumbled and picked up the wine glass, swallowing it with a grunt, and motioned for another order. The shop Xiaoer walked over and said, "Guest officials, don't listen to this blind man's nonsense, this Blind people have been here for many years. They are stealing things and not doing business all day, so they just rely on a mouth to cheat and eat and drink."
Mo Lao San finally took the opportunity to live his own life. He listened to someone revealing his old bottom, and said with a mouth full of juice: "You treat the loss of a person as a bun. My ancestor was also a person with a face and a face..."
The shopkeeper was also generous, and did not quibble with him, turned his head out of the window and walked away. Mo Lao San's old face was filled with purple in the black.
Uncle Li said haha, "Don't be surprised, the beauty is late, the hero is short of breath, and the man makes up some words to others to survive, it is understandable..." Speaking of this, he seemed to be waiting for Mo San to pick up the problem. .
Zi Yang was very disdainful of Uncle Li's aggressive tactics, but he also hoped that it would work, and he could tell the truth from Mo Lao San's mouth. Although I feel that Mo Lao San's unofficial history is full of flaws, it is not as simple as those people in the rivers and lakes can make up casually.
Mo Lao San's neck was so tightly choked with blue veins, and he grumbled in his groaning mouth, what the tiger fell in Pingyang was bullied by dogs, the heroes were ridden by people, and it was terrible that the country folks had no culture. Lao Tzu's ancestors spurned his head for all of you. Sprinkling blood and so on...
Hearing what Uncle Li said, he snorted in his nose: "The old man is blind, but his nose is good. You are so stinky, it's not a good thing. I can't hide it from others..."
Uncle Li's face changed, and immediately returned to normal, all of which was seen by Zi Yang.
Uncle Li said haha again: "Although the story is wonderful, it is inevitable that there are some impracticalities. There are many flaws in it. It is okay to deceive the wild people. Those who go north and south, have experience, or are like two little brothers. It’s difficult for those who have read."
This old man gobbled it up and was almost full, and at this time he didn't give face, and said, "I love to say or not, you believe it or not."
Uncle Li said, "I am a person who likes to be more real. If you can have any evidence to prove that your story is true, then... Dude, I will pack your food and drinks this week!"
Zi Yang thought to himself, this old fox is really powerful. With the appetite of Mo Lao San, I am afraid that he will have to eat a cow a week. With such a huge amount of money, it seems that he is going to force Mo Lao San to dig out his bottom.
This old man Mo was moved when he heard this good thing, and then said: "What I want to say, but a big secret, to tell you, I don't know the situation of the two brothers next to you, the identity of the two of you , I can smell a bit."
Speaking of the last sentence, the tone was emphasized. Zi Yang thought that Mo Lao San was not easy, and he would bargain. It seems that Uncle Li’s benefits are too little, and there is not enough food and drink for a week. I want to hear more. There is much content, it is estimated that you will have to pay for a VIP membership or something-it is estimated that Uncle Li will support him for a lifetime.
Uncle Li smiled and said, "I am a person with strong curiosity. If you want to be able to tell the truth, I don't care if you drink spicy food for a week..." He lowered his voice and said, "I see you like this. , I haven't touched a woman for some time? If you convince me, I will find you the best kiln in the city..."
Zi Yang heard him talk more and more unbearable, frowning all the time beside him, but Pharaoh was full of laughter with his face like a peach blossom beside him. I couldn't help but become curious, what kind of means can Mo Lao San rely on to win this "great benefit".