The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 18 How about an alias?
I really don't understand how a person like him has survived until now, even daring to talk about his own grade. Doesn't he know that this is a big taboo?Or really stupid?

Baizhu just nodded, coping with it, and then turned to the man with a gloomy expression, as if he was waiting for him to introduce himself.

However, the man didn't pay attention to her, so Bai Zhu looked away.

Hong Ansheng saw what she meant, and took the initiative to introduce: "His name is Tony Leung...uh~ Actually, he shouldn't be called this name. He only knew his surname was Liang, and he didn't tell me what his name was. The boss called him Tony Leung, and he also No objection."

"I asked the boss why he was called by this name. The boss said, because he was going blind and used a sword. I still haven't figured out what it means, Miss Bai, do you understand?"

Baizhu shook her head, this "boss" is really weird, although I can't say what's weird, but it just gives people a very awkward feeling.

Li Dao put away the umbrella, wiped the non-existent sweat on his chin with a greasy sweat towel, and asked, "Hong Qi, what happened during the half month I left?"

Hong Ansheng shook his head and smiled, "No, everything is business as usual, except..."

While talking, Hong Ansheng held the knife and pointed at the door. The unkempt little girl raised her chin and said, "She still comes every day, saying that she has saved five big money, boss, isn't it..."

"It's late, the sun is about to set, let's cook first."

Li Dao interrupted what he was going to say, Hong Qi let out a groan, didn't say anything more, and walked towards the simple kitchen made of fur.

While cooking, he asked with some doubts: "Boss, why do you always ask me to cook?"

Li Dao pulled a stool from the room, sat under the eaves, and said casually, "Who asked you to be called Hong Qi? If you don't cook, who will cook."

Hong Ansheng scratched his head, unable to figure out what was going on here.

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask, "Why does Hong Qi have to cook?" But I also knew that the boss's answer would definitely be "It's all irrelevant...", so I didn't bother myself.

Baizhu felt more and more that this "boss" was weird.

Dinner is naturally not very rich, a pot of oily soup made from unknown meat, a pot of brown rice, and a plate of wild vegetables.

Hong Ansheng's cooking skills are not very good, so the taste of the food can be imagined, but for Baizhu at this time, there is a mouthful of hot broth and a bowl of brown rice that can be full. She is already very satisfied.

And such food, in a barren place like the frontier, can be considered abundant.

After dinner, the sky had completely darkened, and the little girl at the gate of "White Camel Villa" lowered her head and left disappointed.

Baizhu couldn't help asking: "Who is she?"

While tidying up the dishes, Hong Ansheng looked out of the gate, and said with some pity: "She is a poor person, her father was originally a disciple of a certain sect who went to the ruins to practice, but because he was afraid of the ruins, he dared not go in. "

"I was afraid of being punished after returning to the sect, so I stayed in Juansha Town, married another woman who had failed her training and also dared not return to the sect, and gave birth to her."

"More than two months ago, her parents felt that things had passed for so long, and the sect wanted to forget about them, so they planned to take her out of here and return to Middle Earth."

"After all, it's too bitter here. It can't compare to the richness of Middle-earth. They don't want their daughters to stay here for the rest of their lives. They should return to Middle-earth."

"As a result, not long after they left Juansha Town with the caravan, they encountered a group of horse bandits. Although the people in the caravan repelled the horse bandits, her parents died, and she was abandoned by the caravan. People have returned to Juansha Town."

"She wanted to avenge her parents and kill those horse bandits, so she came to find the boss, but she had only one penny with her at the time, and if the gang of horse bandits wanted to kill them all, they would need at least fifty pennies, and the boss was A person who values ​​rules very much, so..."

Hong Ansheng shrugged, and sighed helplessly: "That's the way it is. She wants to sell herself to Aunt Hua, but she wants no breasts, no butt, and her status is low. Compared with women, Aunt Hua does not accept her."

"I want to help Duan Tuzi, but she doesn't have the skills to go to the 'Xiangwangjian', one or two rabbits can kill her, not to mention that she can't go down the cliff, Duan Tuzi looks down on her .”

"She wants to work in a sword shop, but it's all manual labor. She's so thin, it's hard to lift a hammer, let alone blacksmithing?"

"There's enough people in the inn, and I don't need him. So she can only beg in the town for a living. Maybe she will give a lot of money if she meets a kind person."

"It stands to reason that she should have starved to death long ago. I don't even know how she survived these two months."

Speaking of this, Hong Ansheng seemed to be unable to bear it, and looked at Li Dao: "Boss, how about I..."

"The leader of that group of horse thieves is just like you, also a third rank."

Li Dao interrupted him: "And they have more than 50 people. If you want to go, I won't stop you. Again, the rules are the rules. I come out to do business, so I can't break the rules."

"If you want to go, I won't stop you, but the price of fifty cents cannot be less. The money comes from you. If you come back alive, give me fifty cents."

"If you die, all your previous income will belong to me, and then I will go over and help you...that is, help her and deal with those horse bandits. What do you think?"

Hong Ansheng fell silent, with a hesitant expression on his face, but he didn't say much in the end.

Li Dao ignored him, turned his head to look at Bai Zhu, and said, "Why don't I give you a pseudonym, for example, Murong Yan, or Murong Yan?"

Baizhu was puzzled, and asked, "Why do you have to use a pseudonym?"

Li Dao said with a smile: "Walking in the rivers and lakes, how can there be no pseudonym? Some things are not convenient to use the real name to solve, so use a pseudonym. For example, my pseudonym is Ouyang Feng, the owner of the White Camel Villa in the Western Regions."

"And Hong Qi, if someone chopped off one of his fingers, he might become a 'nine-fingered beggar' in the future."

Hong Ansheng asked suspiciously: "Boss, why is it 'Nine Fingers God Beggar'? I'm not a beggar?"

Li Dao waved his hand: "These are irrelevant. In short, what I mean is that aliases are very important to people who walk in the rivers and lakes, and that's the reason."

"Think about it, is it called Murong Yan, or is it called Murong Yan? When you come back from the ruins, you can also call it 'Dugu Qiubai' when you come back from the ruins." Wouldn't it be beautiful?"

(End of this chapter)