After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Chapter 461 The Boy Carrying the Coffin

It was noon.

The business of Yuelai Inn is just right.

No enthusiastic mistress or proprietress went out to greet them.

But there is nothing in the world that money can't handle.

If so, then add some more silver.

After Xiao Baozi smashed two ingots of ten taels of silver on the counter of the proprietress, Li Chenan and others immediately received the warmest hospitality——

"A Niu, you short-sighted thing!"

The fat proprietress behind the counter stared at her small eyes, "Didn't you see the distinguished guest coming?"

"Quickly take the guest's horse to the stable and feed it with the best fodder!"

"Wang Shi, quickly take the guests upstairs to the room!"

"Whatever the guests need to eat will be sent to the upper room... Add more charcoal to the stove in the room!"

After some instructions, the fat proprietress looked at Xiao Baozi with a smile on her face: "This heroine, you must also come to attend Zhou Dashan's [-]th birthday, right?"

Xiao Baozi nodded.

The fat proprietress quickly said again: "To tell you the truth, Zhou Dashan has accumulated good deeds all his life, so he has many friends in the world. His old man celebrates his birthday, and there are so many knight-errants from all over the world. This is the house... "

She leaned over and whispered mysteriously, "I only have the last two rooms left. As for the price..."

Xiao Baozi didn't even blink his slender eyes.

She understands.

She took out a bank note from her bosom and patted it in front of the fat proprietress.

"100 taels of silver, we want to live here..."

She looked at Li Chenan, and Li Chenan said, "Three days!"

"Yes, we will live here for three days!"

The fat proprietress accepted the bank note happily, and said happily: "Okay, only the heroine lives in one room, and the rest of you... it's a bit crowded for six people to live in one room,"

Xiao Baozi interrupted her before she finished speaking: "That's it."

"Ah...Okay, Wang Shi, take the guests to the east one and east two rooms to rest, see what the guests need to eat and send them to the guests earlier!"

Li Chenan and his party were about to follow the little girl upstairs, but an impatient voice suddenly came from the door:
"Fuck off, where did you come from begging for food! You are still begging for food with a coffin on your back, bad luck!"

When Li Chenan heard this, he stopped and turned his head.

Then he saw a young man carrying a pitch-black coffin standing at the door.

The most striking thing is of course the coffin.

It's very long.

It looks a little longer than the average coffin.

it is very old.

It seems to have been built for a long time, so that its paint is a bit mottled.

Then Li Chenan looked at the young man carrying the coffin.

Perhaps because of the overly long coffin on his back, his back was slightly hunched.

The coffin was tied to his body with a hemp rope, which seemed to be tied tightly, which made it difficult for him to straighten up.

He was wearing the same jet-black short jacket, with a gray cloth scarf tied around his waist, and a short knife about two feet fastened to the left and right.

He also had a black scarf wrapped around his forehead.

The black scarf tied his hair back, exposing his broad and elongated forehead.

So this made his face look a little longer, longer than Amu's knife-like face.

But on this long face, there are two thick eyebrows that are as sharp as swords!

Under the thick eyebrows, there is a pair of eyes that don't seem to have much energy, but are actually restrained.

Coupled with the overhanging gall-like nose and the thin lips under the nose, the combination of facial features on this long face has a somewhat cold and handsome taste.

This is a very good-looking boy.

Li Chenan laughed.

His name is Xiaoqin.

The Qin of Qinjian Villa.

It's just that Li Chenan felt a little strange...

Xiaoqin came from outside the customs with a coffin on her back, she wanted to come to Zhouzhuang, and the news that she wanted to come to Zhouzhuang to seek revenge from Zhou Dashan had already spread in the Jianghu.

Zhou Dashan must have known that, logically, he should have already invited people from the rivers and lakes to kill this young man named Xiaoqin on the way to the south of the Yangtze River.

But this boy actually came to Zhouzhuang!
He still carried the coffin on his back.

He arrived with all four limbs intact.

Was he the one who killed the killers?
Or Zhou Dashan didn't pay attention to him at all?

Li Chenan didn't know.

At least for now, the people in the rivers and lakes in this inn are just looking at Xiaoqin, and no one has any intention of attacking this young man.

It's just that these people in the rivers and lakes looked at Xiaoqin with a playful look, maybe they all knew about this matter, maybe they also already knew about Zhou Dashan's arrangement.

In their eyes, the boy was basically no different from a dead man.

Standing at the door, Xiaoqin seemed a little restrained when the little girl yelled at her.

He doesn't seem quite used to it.

Or a little shy.

He opened his mouth, his voice was a little low, but his words were clear:

"I'm not begging for food."

"I live in the store."

"Only for one night."

"I have silver."

The little one was happy, "It's okay to pay people to stay in the hotel, but ghosts can't!"

"You can come in, your coffin... find a place to bury it."

Xiaoqin shook her head: "People have to live in the store, so the coffin has to live in the store... Besides, there are no dead people in this coffin, so there are no ghosts."

At this time, the fat proprietress stood up.

But the expression on his face was a little nervous: "Young man, it's not that this hotel doesn't let you stay, but that this hotel is full and there are no rooms left, so you want many heroes to go to other inns to see?"

Xiaoqin lowered her head and pondered for a moment, "I have been to all the other inns, and they are all full."

He suddenly raised his head, his words were still low but sincere:
"Just give me a room, even if it's a stable or a firewood house, and I'll give you money according to the price of the room."

When the fat landlady heard this, she struggled for a moment, then stretched out two stubby fingers: "Two taels of silver, a woodshed, no bed, no quilt, and no stove."

"Live if you want to live, and leave if you don't want to."

Xiaoqin didn't leave.

Because all the inns in Zhouzhuang didn't know whether it was because they were really full or they didn't dare to let him stay, they all rejected him.

He drove for nearly half a year.

Killed many people.

He is very tired.

He needs to rest.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

He only has one night to rest.

He reached into his arms and took out a small gray cloth bag.

He dumped all the contents of the small cloth bag on the counter, only a dime of silver, and the rest were some copper coins.

He counted once seriously, and then counted seriously a second time, and then he looked up at the fat proprietress, his face slightly red.

"It's three money short...I'll give it to you tomorrow, how about it?"

The fat proprietress pondered for three breaths, as if her thoughts had gone through a fierce struggle, she said two words: "No!"

Xiaoqin withdrew her gaze, and began to put these scraps of silver and copper coins into the cloth bag.

Since it doesn't work, I have to find a place to sleep in the open.

At this moment, a man sitting at a nearby table suddenly said:
"Boy, call me uncle, I will give you three silver coins!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence.

There are dozens of tables and dozens of drinkers in this room are watching at this time.

They had already heard that a young man was coming to Zhouzhuang with a coffin on his back.

But no one knew what kind of skill this young man possessed.

Because everyone who saw his skills died.

He walked very fast.

The news that those men were dead fell behind him.

Li Chenan was also watching.

But Xiaoqin didn't seem to hear this sentence.

He was still picking up the copper plates on the counter.

What he thought was to buy a few steamed buns for a while, and it would be best to find a ruined temple to rest for a while.

That's the best.

(End of this chapter)