Mr. Yangui

Chapter 241 Chapter 30 Chapter No.[-]
Feng Yicheng, the second fool Zhuang.

The New Year in Zhuangzi was very lively, Li Wuchang ordered people to send a gift to every household as a return gift.

Chinese New Year is just as imagined, with lots of food and drink, and everyone celebrating together, it is very lively.

Li Wuchang's childlike innocence grew, and he pulled a group of children to push snowmen in the square, and even had a snowball fight. Jiang Minglun, Zhao Xun and other people from the owner's mansion participated. As a result, the fat bear became a public enemy and was almost killed. Snow was buried.

Nanny and Mother Jiang, as the elders of the owner's mansion, prepared a lot of red envelopes, each of them got a share, the money was not much, but everyone was very happy.

Li Wuchang also said that this is all right, and that he has money to buy candy.

Provoked a big laugh.

After the New Year, the market is even more lively.

There is a large restaurant in the middle of the market, which was funded and built by the owner's mansion, and the management is handed over to the farmers. There are four families in total.

The mutton pot and coarse grain wine are the best sellers, and they are also the hotel's signatures. In addition, all kinds of game, agricultural products, cured meat, and dim sum are good, and the price is affordable and the portions are full.

Business has been very good recently, and the two-story restaurant is often full.

In addition to people from this village, people who run nearby businessmen, officials, and even people from the Jianghu are often seen.

Meng's family is one of the four households. Meng Tong is in his 20s, smart and quick-spoken, so he became one of the waiters in the restaurant.

Today, Meng Tong was so busy that he didn't touch the ground, and there was an endless stream of guests. When Meng Tong greeted the guests, his cheeks hurt a little from laughing, but he was very happy.

By mid-afternoon, the restaurant was not so busy.

Two well-dressed men came to the door of the restaurant.

One of them was in his fifties, dressed in a purple robe, with a handsome face, meticulously combed hair, a slender figure, a straight waist, deep eyes, and a sense of refined literati.

The other one was younger, with a black jacket and a thick back. He looked like a green forest hero. Judging from his expression, he should be the subordinate of the purple-clothed scribe.

"You two gentlemen, do you want to rest your feet? Please come in, please come in quickly, our food and drinks here are quite special, and they will definitely satisfy you two."

Meng Tong hurriedly greeted each other warmly.

The big man in black took out a piece of broken silver and threw it to Meng Tong.

Meng Tong immediately took it, said please upstairs, and then led the way. He judged in his heart that the person must be a passing rivers and lakes person. This kind of person is not uncommon recently, with extraordinary bearing and generous spending.

After everyone came to a small private room upstairs, Meng Tong took out the menu.

Meng Tong said with a smile: "You two, please take a look first, and order casually if you like it. The mutton pot and all kinds of game in the small shop are good. If the guest officer has special requirements, the small one can also arrange the kitchen according to the requirements of the distinguished guests. Special preparation."

The scribe in purple looked at the menu, but didn't speak for a while.

Meng Tong continued: "What kind of wine do you two want to drink? The coarse grain wine in our store is excellent, and the fruit wine and rice wine are also good. If you don't like it, we also have Wuliangye and Siguoniang, which are all made by us. The wine recipe that the owner personally pondered is the treasure of our shop."

Hearing this, the scribe in purple put down the menu and said with a smile, "Wuliangye? Let's have six pots first, and what to do with the wine?"

Meng Tong was taken aback, and carefully said: "Six pots? Guest officer, Wuliangye is a very overbearing wine, and the price is a little high... Don't get me wrong, the small one has no other meaning, just a small explanation."

Ordering six pots of Wuliangye all at once, this is a big customer, so I must explain.

"It's okay, go ahead." The big man in black was very proud.

Meng Tong was overjoyed and hurried down.

After a while, all the food and wine were served, which was very rich.

Meng Tong personally poured a glass of wine for the two of you, and said with a smile: "You two wait a moment, if you have any orders, just come out and call casually, the younger one will go down first."

After finishing speaking, he stepped back carefully and closed the door of the private room.

"Brother, since we can confirm it, why don't we just send someone to arrest Li Wuchang, Zhao Xun, and Jiang Minglun and torture them together? Even if the ancient book is really in the hands of that boy Li Wuchang, wouldn't it be a bit of a fuss for you to come over in person? ?" When Meng Tong went down, the big man in black whispered.

Listening to his tone, you can tell that these two people are definitely not simple.

The man in black had been saved by the scribes in purple and followed him for many years, calling him the eldest brother. They are here for Li Wuchang, Zhao Xun, and Jiang Minglun.

It's not that they are interested in Jiang Minglun, Zhao Xun or Li Wuchang, but they are interested in the shadow killer.

The agility used by the shadow killer is the ghost agility.

Maybe it was left by Shen Yuan the winter before last, so they wanted to find out the truth and get the whereabouts of the ancient book that came out of Martial Arts Pavilion.

That ancient book is very important.

Shen Yuan did break into Martial Arts Pavilion the winter before last and brought out an ancient book, but unfortunately Shen Yuan was killed by Du Chengye in the end, and the ancient book lost its whereabouts.

If the Shadow Killer was involved with Shen Yuan, there might be clues from ancient books.

Li Wuchang's subordinate Jiang Minglun Zhao Xun had worked with the Shadow Killer, so he should know the identity of the Shadow Killer.

What surprised the man in black was that the scribe in purple didn't take any special actions directly after he came to Zhuangzi. Instead, he walked around the whole Zhuangzi first, and chatted with many people as a traveling businessman.

"Many years ago, I stayed here, and now things have changed, and I never thought that this place is now thriving. I really don't know whether to be happy or sad." Zi Yiwen just sighed.

There was an incomparable nostalgia in his tone.

The big man in black finally understood that the scholar in purple had stayed here before, and it might have brought back some memories.

"It used to be called Qingping Village, but it was changed to Bingzhuang and Dingmao Bingzhuang. What is it called now...Er Lengzizhuang, haha." The scribe in purple took a sip of his wine, snorted, then took another sip, tsk tsk Amazing.

It really was good wine, he had never had such a good wine.

The big man in black followed the tone of the purple-clothed scribe: "The owner of this village is Li Wuchang, Li Lingwu's fourth son. His nickname is Li Erlianzi, so it is not surprising that this place is called Erlianzizhuang."

"Li Erlianzi? Erlianzi Zhuang?...What a good name!" the purple-clothed scribe sighed.

The big man in black didn't know what the purple-clothed scholar meant, so he didn't dare speak indiscriminately.

In the mind of the big man in black, the mind of the scribe in purple will never be guessed by others.

What the purple-clothed scribe did was incomprehensible to others. Sometimes he was like a heinous villain, but sometimes he was like a merciful saint.

In the eyes of most people, he is a martial idiot, a gang leader, a villain who does all kinds of evil, and he has done countless bad things.

He attacked the government, looted the rich, and colluded with other races.

However, he also helped the poor, rescued beggars, and even went to poor places to teach a group of children who could not afford to go to school, and so on, which are unpredictable.

"You walked around this village with me, what do you think of it?" the purple-clothed scribe asked suddenly.

"Pretty good, I guess this is Feng Yi's best Zhuangzi." The big man in black replied truthfully.

"When it was still in Qingping Village, everyone couldn't eat enough to keep warm, the elderly couldn't afford medicine, and the children couldn't afford to study. Many men were taken away by the imperial court and sent directly to the battlefields in Liangzhou or Jizhou. There are some orphans and widows left, and the taxes are heavy, which is simply miserable. Later, it became Dingmao Bingzhuang, and the life was even worse. Alas, in fact, all Feng Yi’s Bingzhuang was miserable, because all the Bingzhuang I have visited Zhuang." The scribe in purple said slowly, deep in thought.

The big man in black listened, but did not speak.

Silent for a long time.

"Remember... we are different from Zhu's family!" the scribe in purple suddenly said, with a strong tone.

"Yes, brother!" The big man in black replied respectfully.

We are different from Zhujia!
This sentence is not the first time the purple-clothed scribe has said it.

"Do you know how many people I talked to just now?" The purple-clothed scribe asked again.

The big man in black shook his head.

How can I remember this clearly?

"I've talked to 29 people." The scribe in purple laughed.

The big man in black smiled and said, "Brother must want to find out about the past...Brother, did you live here before?"

The scribe in purple had talked with many old people just now, that's why the big man in black asked this question.

The purple-clothed scribe shook his head, and continued: "Fourteen old men, ten middle-aged men, and five young lads... They can talk about their owner in almost every sentence, and when they talk about the owner, their eyes pop out. So grateful."

The big man in black frowned and remained silent.

The scribe in purple continued: "From sweet potatoes with wild vegetable soup to now, every household has no worries about food and clothing, white noodles and meat, the warehouses are full, and even built a solid new house for the winter, and some people can often eat Drinking in a restaurant... In half a year, a owner who is less than 20 years old, Li Er is stupid, hehe."

The big man in black continued to remain silent, sighing inwardly.

The scribe in purple took another sip of wine, suddenly changed the topic, and said with a smile: "Is this called Wuliangye? It really has a taste."

The big man in black replied: "The guy just said is indeed Wuliangye. This wine is really interesting, much better than ordinary turbid wine."

The purple-clothed scribe is fond of wine, and ordinary wine cannot enter his eyes.

"The way to eat this pot is also interesting." The scribe in purple put a piece of mutton in the hot pot with his chopsticks, and then ate it in one bite.

The big man in black was very depressed. He didn't know what his elder brother meant, so he kept talking about it, but he didn't talk about the business.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" The big man in black frowned.

It's Meng Tong.

"Second guests, I'm sorry to interrupt you. Our restaurant has activities during the Chinese New Year, and each table will have a gift." Meng Tong explained the purpose of his visit.

Another chap served a box tray.

Meng Tong was placed on the table one by one, a pot of coarse grain wine, a plate of pastries, two pots of four fruit brews, and two plates of pea seedlings.

"The two are high-ranking customers. Because they ordered six pots of Wuliangye, they will give away a pot of Siguo Niang and two plates of pea seedlings. They are also some ordinary gifts, and the guest officials will use them slowly." Meng Tong explained.

The scribe in purple stared at the two plates of pea seedlings and wondered, "It's winter, where did these seedlings come from?"

Meng Tong replied: "This is the way our owner thinks. Planting vegetables in winter is said to increase income for the farmers. Now most of the vegetables have germinated. Although the pea seedlings are small, they are already edible. Wait until the other vegetables When it grows up, the owner of the estate said to sell it to Chang'an City, that would be a big deal."

After a pause, he showed a smile, and said, "Hey, tell me, is our owner a great talent? I'm not a kid. I'm bragging. Our Zhuangzi used to be a broken mountain. Since our owner came, then It’s terrible, distributing welfare, running a business, treating diseases, suppressing bandits, building houses, roads, and markets..."

The scribe in purple smiled and listened.

Meng Tong talked a lot, realized that it was getting too far, smiled coyly, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you two take it slowly, take it easy, just put the pea seedlings in the pot and boil them for a while."

With that said, he left.

"He's No. 30." The scribe in purple smiled and took a sip of his wine.

The big man in black touched his head.

Does it matter?

"Let me try this pea seedling!" The scribe in purple laughed, as if he really just came to eat.

(End of this chapter)