Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Chapter 293
Noisy is always the main theme of Bianliang. The lights are also bright at night, and many brothels, teahouses and hotels are still overcrowded. During the day of the next day, the tired waiters and cooks were replaced, and the business continued to operate, but Not all stores are like this, and some are normally closed at night.

Liao San'er, no one cares what his nickname is, because his family is a third person, so they all call him San'er. He is an ordinary waiter in the hotel.

I go to the store to work before noon every day and come home from work at midnight. The boss is a Jingdong native from Yizhou. His name is Zhu Fu. In Liao San'er's eyes, he is a person who loves to smile. He treats the workers and cooks well. , you can also get an extra red envelope during the holidays, but there is only one thing that is unacceptable.

He gets beaten all the time in this shop! !

Last year, there was a drunken, fat monk with a vicious appearance. I didn’t want to entertain him, but it turned out that the guy was happy to give him money. He is not a Buddhist. Whether you, a monk, abide by the rules and precepts has nothing to do with me. The waiter in his shop only cares. He was just selling wine, but it turned out that the monk was a bad drinker and hit people when he was drunk!

Liao San'er felt a stomach ache just thinking about that punch. He flew three feet away and fainted on the spot. The second time the monk came and gave him some money to apologize, but he also remembered to eat and not to hit. Look, Holding the money, his eyes were shining, and he served the fat monk some wine. As a result, his face was swollen for half a month, and his back molars moved. After that, he looked at the monks and walked away.

Finally, the monk stopped coming. Yesterday, he encountered an ugly lunatic. He sat there drinking and not eating. He also tore the paintings into pieces and scattered them all over the shop. He went up to persuade him out of duty. One sentence, who would have thought that a slap would come, and everyone would be stunned.

After touching his red and swollen face, the shop assistant burst into tears. His back molar fell out yesterday. After experiencing the fat monk and the ugly man, he said goodbye to him completely.

Years are bad...

Could it be that the spitting at Laojun Temple the year before last was retribution?

By the way...should I work somewhere else? There are so many hotels in Bianliang City, but I can still work and get paid elsewhere, and maybe I won't have to get beaten...

Oh, forget it, the host family is very nice. They even paid for the medicine in advance and paid double the salary. Let’s stay a while and see.

Thinking about some things that were not there, Liao San'er walked onto the Tianhanzhou Bridge and felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. People gathered in twos and threes and surrounded the bridge railings.

There is excitement?
Generally speaking, it is human nature to watch the excitement. Liao San'er raised his brows and went up to squeeze in: "Excuse me, give way, give way. What happened? Let me take a look."

With all his energy to feed himself, the guy squeezed his way into the crowd and saw a pale corpse with dull eyes looking at the sky. There were wounds on the throat and chest. At this time, he was no longer studying abroad. The body was dark red. The blood stains gathered into a pool of blood.

"vomit--"

The smell of blood in the air was strong, and Liao San'er felt his stomach churning. He quickly covered his nose with his hands and closed his eyes. Then he felt better. He retreated outside the crowd and took two deep breaths before letting out a sigh of relief, muttering in his mouth. : "It's terrible... who dares to kill people on the street? Wait, that was..."

He stopped walking outside, his frightened brain slowly calmed down, and the face of the man just now came to mind: "Then...that's Niu Er?!"

Suddenly he turned around and grabbed the man next to him: "Is that Niu Er inside? The hairless insect Niu Er?"

"That's him." The man nodded repeatedly with a smile on his face: "This scourge is finally dead."

"Oh~" Liao San'er's eyes lit up, he nodded his head, and asked with flying eyebrows: "Who killed him? Such a relief."

"I came late and didn't see it." The man clapped his hands, looked out, and then came over with a smile: "I heard someone said he was a man with a cyan birthmark on his face." Cyan birthmark? !Liao San'er was stunned, and the scene of being slapped in the mouth last night came to mind.

"He's a green-faced man." Someone nearby heard it and came over: "I didn't watch him kill Niu Er, but I saw him being surrounded by others and surrendering. I heard from others that there was an argument over selling knives. This scoundrel wanted to take advantage of someone, but he had a very fierce temper, so he wiped his neck with a knife, tsk tsk tsk—"

"Oh..." Liao San'er felt a little confused. It was not the man who wanted to sell knives yesterday.

The three of them didn't know each other before, so after saying a few words, they all said goodbye. Liao San'er entered the store with a smile all the way. Zhu Fu was talking to Dong Kai, who was delivering the goods, and stopped talking when he saw him coming in, moving up and down. After looking around, I saw that the corner of this man's mouth was grinning almost to the back of his head, and he couldn't help but said: "San'er, why are you so happy? What's the good thing?"

"The shopkeeper, Brother Dong." After saying hello, Liao San'er touched his head and smiled: "I passed the Hanzhou Bridge on the road that day and saw a dead person. Guess who it is?"

He stretched out his hand to threaten, but Zhu Fu glared at him: "Hey~ Pihou, I've been in the store since a long time. Where do you know where to go? Why don't you tell me quickly."

At this time, Liao San'er seemed to have forgotten that he was almost vomited, and said: "It's that big hairless insect Niu Er. He smeared his neck after eating people, and slashed his chest twice more. Tsk, tsk, tsk, that blood - —" He stretched out his hand and made a circle: "At least a basin of blood flowed."

"Niu Er? That rogue?" Dong Kai was also startled and looked at Zhu Fu.

He had been waiting in Bianliang for a long time, and he knew about this celebrity among the gangsters. He originally wanted to get in touch with him, but after some inquiries, he found out that he was a person who specialized in causing mischief, committing crimes, and causing trouble on the streets. He immediately lost interest and thought that this person was bad. He had a good reputation, but it was true that no one could do anything about him when he filed a lawsuit. Now he is a little surprised to hear that he died on the street.

"How is it life and death? Is it a vendetta?" Zhu Fu also asked curiously.

"No, I heard that a man selling knives got into an argument and was chopped down." Liao San'er gestured with his hand and said with a smile, "Xie, the shopkeeper, has also seen the man selling knives."

Zhu Fu was startled: "Have I seen it before? Which one?"

The waiter touched his slightly swollen face, but still felt bad and said, "It was the guy who beat me last night! Now I heard that he went to the Yamen to surrender. God really knows."

"This is good." Zhu Fu looked at Dong Kai and pointed at his assistant: "This is tantamount to revenge for him."

Then he looked at Liao San'er and said, "I see you're happy. Come on, let's go to the back to help. It's time to serve the guests later."

"Okay~" the waiter agreed, and went to the kitchen with a happy face. When he met other people, he yelled about what he had seen today at a loud voice, which caused other people to exclaim in surprise, and they were immediately happy that Bianliang was free of trouble.

In the evening, a guest who happened to watch the excitement brought news that due to the recent tension in the cell, Yang Zhi, who had been killing people during the day, was immediately assassinated in Daming Mansion.

　PS:

　　I'm too busy today, so I don't have much time to fish. I'll get two thousand first, and see if I can get the rest later, alas. . . . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)