20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 247: Poppies under the bed picking up the wind and stealing the moon

The south bank of the Liaohe River is full of depressions.

At noon, Jiang Lianheng and others moved from the hotel in front of the station to an old inn in the old city street. They simply packed up their belongings and sent Nanfeng to the telegraph office to report the news to his family. Then the three of them came to this messy place. Find the whereabouts of that bad idea Chuanghu.

It was no problem for Jiang Lianheng to slip through the door, pick the lock, and climb over the wall to cross the courtyard.

But it is difficult for a cat to hide in someone's house for a night or even three to five days without being discovered.

First of all, the physical condition is not good enough.

Jiang Lianheng is not tall and thick, but he is also a seven-and-a-half-foot tall man, so it is really difficult to hide.

Secondly, this thing is a bit shabby. If someone catches you with a wet hand and spreads the truth, then you won't be able to mess around anymore, and you will be laughed at wherever you go.

Chuanghu is no ordinary person.

Jiang Lianheng had a conversation with him on the train when he arrived.

According to this kid, in order to collect writing materials, he once hid in a family's house for half a month. Finally, he went to the kitchen to steal dumplings to eat, accidentally made a noise, and then escaped through the window. .

I had long said that this boy's ability was in the wrong place, and now I just asked him to do something.

Chuanghu collects stories and Jiang Lianheng handles things. It can be said to be a win-win situation.

However, after wandering around the pothole all morning and visiting all the teahouses and libraries, I was surprised to see no sign of this kid.

In the end, only the Xia Family Teahouse was left.

But Mr. Chang's "purple face" is so popular that, logically speaking, it's not Chuanghu's turn to come over to warm up the show.

When I arrived in front of the Xia Family Teahouse, I looked at the notice, and sure enough I didn't see the character "Poppy under the Bed".

"Brother Dao, could it be that that boy didn't come at all?" Zhao Guoyan said while looking around.

Liu Yansheng also said: "Is it possible to let an outsider handle this kind of thing?"

Jiang Lianheng said: "It's easy to use outsiders, but I wouldn't worry if he was local!"

The three of them were talking when a burst of hearty laughter suddenly came from not far away.

Hearing the sound, Jianghu artists and shopkeepers of various shops all greeted politely with fists in their hands: "Hey, Manager Liu is here!"

"Come, come, everything is fine, right?"

"Thanks to your care, I hope the business will be good."

"Okay, okay, that's good!"

The crowd dispersed and made a way out. They saw Liu Fengqi, who was "setting up" on the ground in the potholes, leading his two younger brothers to the front with a kind face. Just as he was about to enter the teahouse to listen to a book, he glanced out of the corner of his eye. Scanning, I happened to see Jiang Lianheng and three others.

"Hey, brother, what are you doing here? Go in and listen to a book!" Liu Fengqi raised his hand with a smile.

What a coincidence!

Jiang Lianheng quickly clasped his fists in salute and declined: "Hello, Manager Liu! I won't listen to the book today. I'm here to find someone."

Hearing this, Liu Fengqi stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "What? Didn't you find Mr. Qiao yesterday?"

"I found it. I have to thank Manager Liu for his advice!" Jiang Lian said with a smile, "But today I am looking for someone to throw to the ground."

"Plopped on the floor? Hey! That's not easy, ask me!" Liu Fengqi said confidently, "Who do you want to find, what do you talk to, what books do you listen to, what tricks do you read, as long as it's a role, I know it. ."

"There is a man named Chuanghu. Does Manager Liu know about it?"

"Tell me your stage name."

Jiang Lianheng tentatively asked: "My name is 'Bed Xia Yu', she is a wood-burner, half a man tall, and looks like a monkey cub. Do you have any impression of Manager Liu?"

These words really stopped the other party for a moment.

There are many artists who want to come to Wakengdian to "lay down the land", and the business of "laying down the land" occurs almost every day.

If it was Da Man'er who came from Beijing and Tianjin, Liu Fengqi would naturally treat him well and would not dare to hold it.

After all, people feed the land, and the land feeds people.

Wakengdian was created by Liu Fengqi, but its fame is the result of artists from all walks of life.

However, for those artists who have no name, no number, and no publicity, he does not have to be coy and "groundless" to negotiate, and all of them are handled by his subordinates.

Liu Fengqi was a little embarrassed when he was stopped as soon as he boasted about visiting Haikou. He hurriedly asked around in a low voice.

After being informed by his subordinates for a few words, Liu Fengqi smiled and said: "It turns out that I haven't become an adult yet! Brother, don't call me snobbish. People with nicknames and nicknames usually have to be in the "Sewing Poor" area in the north. Wait until Man'er rings before you can move into the teahouse and tell stories."

Business is business. If you are not capable enough, you cannot blame others.

Jiang Lianheng hurriedly thanked him, turned around, took Zhao Guoyan and Liu Yansheng, and headed straight to the wasteland north of Wakengdian.

When I got here, I passed through a row of "poor" women. After walking for a while, I saw a short and lean figure.

As expected, Chuanghu was telling stories there.

Set up a small table, cover it with a red cloth, prepare a white fan, wake-up wood, and handkerchiefs, grin in the wind, and spittle fly everywhere.

This boy didn't have the same posture as the storyteller. He stood in front of the table, his ribs just reached the edge of the table, and his appearance was unbearable.

His series of books are said to be "evil" and are suspected of being glorified. In Tuanchunli, anyone who talks about cross talk will be scolded.

Fortunately, there were only dock porters coming and going, and Chuang Hu spoke straightforwardly, barely able to attract a few idlers, but he didn't listen for long before he left in a hurry, unable to hold anyone back.

After all, a set of books can’t just be about curiosity.

Bloody, violent and adultery can seduce people.

Chuanghu only talks about "treachery" and not even "love". After hearing a few words, he naturally gets tired of it.

While they were talking in vain, two people in long robes suddenly pushed through the crowd, walked to the table, raised their hands, and covered Chuang Hu's handkerchief on the fan - saying no more.

Chuanghu was stunned for a moment, panicked and anxious, but then asked: "Huh? Brothers, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Are you a firewood maker?" Changshan asked angrily, "Don't you dare to embarrass our profession here. Who is Master Qi? Why did you not teach me?"

Chuang Hu, with his small body, saw that everyone was taller than anyone else, so he was immediately intimidated and said with a smile: "Two senior brothers, I am a 'Hai Qing', and I just depend on my hobbies to make firewood. The ancestors are all here to enjoy the meal, and they are kind." Making money, what are you doing!"

Seeing that the coward couldn't hold back his anger, the two long-sleeved men immediately scolded: "You're farting, don't look at your own virtues, which ancestor gave you a meal? What you said is called a book? Are you ruining us?" This line of work! Come on, do you want to give up without a disciple? If you don’t leave, you’re welcome!”

"No, no, no, no, okay, why don't I leave!" Chuanghu packed up his belongings in aggrieved tone.

Jiang Lianheng stood not far away, having a panoramic view of this situation, but he did not help.

Everyone in the industry has their own skills. Although the two Changshaans used their power to bully others, they did not say anything wrong. Chuanghu's set of books was indeed ruining the business of the "Ping" family. He was also a "Hai Qing" and was being bullied. Unavoidable.

"Chuanghu!"

When he heard someone calling him, Chuang Hu raised his head gloomily. When he recognized the person clearly, his expression became happy.

"Yo! Brother, are you here?"

Jiang Lianheng strode closer and asked with a smile: "Business is not going well?"

"Hey! It's okay. This isn't the first time. I'll come over later and say, when the enemy advances, we retreat, and when the enemy retreats, we advance. I still don't believe they can drive me out." Chuanghu was quite optimistic, "Brother , what’s the matter, the pothole deserves its reputation, right?”

"Really good!"

Jiang Lianheng watched him packing up his belongings and suddenly couldn't help but suggest: "Chuanghu, let me give you a suggestion. This set of books of yours is boring for men to read. Tomorrow you learn Sanxian'er and find a singer. The girl with the big drum sets up a set, then changes the words, and if the girl sings it, it will be attractive."

Chuanghu thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, and exclaimed: "Oh! Brother, you must have many ideas, you are indeed a person of good temper! I will go back and change it right now."

"Wait a minute!" Jiang Lianheng stopped him and said, "Chuanghu, brother, I want to ask you for a favor. Is it inconvenient for you?"

"What's the business?" Chuanghu asked.

"Can you help me get some ideas?"

"Whose idea are you following?"

"Don't ask about it yet. I'll tell you after you agree." Jiang Lianheng explained, "In short, it's a big house."

Chuanghu thought for a while, then asked: "Do you have too many aunts?"

Jiang Lianheng looked at Zhao Guoyan, and when he saw the other person frowned and shook his head, he had to say: "I'm not sure about this... No, no, I asked you to lead me astray. I didn't ask you to listen to the window!"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Help me find out some information."

Chuanghu looked hesitant when he heard this.

When he was on the train, he knew that Jiang Lianheng was a man with a gun at his side, a bit dark, and he was definitely not someone a little thief like him could mess with.

Work for him, if something goes wrong, your life will be in trouble.

However, he did not dare to refuse outright in order to avoid being resented.

After thinking about it, Chuanghu had no choice but to pretend to be dumbfounded and said: "Brother, thank you for looking up to me. But, after all, I am a writer, collecting stories and stealing the moon for the sake of creation. My ambition in this life is to bring together the relationship between men and women. Write down all those dirty things, and there is nothing else you can ask for. You said, with my half-assed skills, it would be bad if I missed your business."

"You can't be mistaken!" Jiang Lianheng knew that this was a shirk, so he patted Chuang Hu on the shoulder and said, "After much thought, I feel that you are the most suitable person to handle this matter."

"No, no, no, no, I'm so unreliable!"

"Brother, you are too modest. Don't worry, I will definitely not give you less than you deserve."

Chuanghu said: "Brother, this - this is not about money!"

When you ask for help from someone, you have to do what they like.

Jiang Lianheng saw that he was refusing in every possible way, so he had no choice but to say, "Chuanghu, otherwise, you can do this for me, and when you return to Fengtian, I will pay for the printing of your publication for you, how about it?"

Chuanghu's eyes widened, and he seemed to have suddenly grown half a point taller, but he asked, "Is this true?"

Jiang Lianheng nodded: "To be honest, brother, I live in Fengtian and have a prostitute under my name, but the business has not been very prosperous. I plan to print out your strange book and give it to them as a teaching material, so they can study hard. Yes. The truth is, since ancient times, a sword has been used to reward a close friend!"

Needless to say, I really found the right market.

"Brother, you can't trick me!"

"Go to Fengtian and ask around. I, Jiang Lian, can tell you everything."

Chuang Hu thought about it again and again, and finally nodded solemnly: "Deal! Brother, tell me, whose window is listening?"

…………

into the night.

To the south of Jiushi Street is the old house of the Qiao family.

Dark clouds cover the moon, no stars can be seen; the wind blows and the trees are quiet, no sound can be heard.

There was an earthy smell in the air, as if it was going to rain at any time. The lights in each house were extinguished one by one.

When the lights in half of the courtyard were extinguished, a short and lean figure suddenly appeared outside the courtyard wall.

I saw the man climbing over the wall and crossing the courtyard, looking like a gecko, with suckers on his palms.

Climbing over the wall, it was like a silver needle falling to the ground, barely audible.

The thief shook his head and looked left and right, and then with a flash of his body, he fled into a dark corner of the courtyard and disappeared without a trace.

The night was getting dark, but Mr. Qiao was still dressed neatly.

After passing through the courtyard, we first went to the ancestral hall as usual to hold a ladle for our ancestors, plead guilty and complain, but we still didn't dare to raise our heads to look at the densely packed tablets in the hall.

Then, he walked to a small room in the southeast corner of the yard and poured a lot of "dirty soil" into the room full of gods and Buddhas.

Sincerity seems to have become an essential part of his life.

After finishing his work, Mr. Qiao calmly walked back to the main room to sleep.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to open the door and enter the house, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house.

Mr. Qiao looked intently into the distance, but did not move to greet him. Instead, he stood where he was, waiting for the concierge to come and report.

Judging from the look on his face, he probably already guessed who it was.

Shao Qing, the old man looking after the door walked over wearing a coat and carrying a lantern.

Seeing his employer standing at the door, the old man immediately quickened his pace and stepped forward to greet him: "Master, are you still awake?"

"Who is outside?" Second Master Qiao asked coldly.

"Uh... It's the young man named Jiang who came in the afternoon. He's a nice guy and he came with a courtesy. He said he sincerely wanted to talk to the master -"

"You bastard! What are you talking about?" Mr. Qiao interrupted sharply, "Didn't I tell you to get out of here? Don't you understand?"

"I understand! I understand!" The old man covered his pocket with a guilty conscience, "Master, don't be angry, I will tell him to get out of here."

"If you dare to come here to report again, I'll get out of here too!"

"Yes, yes!" The old man quickly turned around and ran away.

The quarrel disturbed the lady in the bedroom, and a voice came from the room: "Master, what happened?"

"Don't yell, it's okay!" Second Master Qiao walked into the house with a cold face and walked into the bedroom, "It's still the same Jiang Lianheng, like a dog-skin plaster, he will never stop!"

The young woman on the gumline is quite pretty, her shoulders are slightly exposed, and her eyes are sleepy.

Looking at her age, she knew that she was Second Master Qiao's first wife, not a concubine.

"Master, aren't you just a stupid young man? Why should you be angry if you just disappear?" The young woman flipped her hair and patted the bed sheets and said, "Come and have a rest."

Second Master Qiao felt guilty - it was so scary - he swallowed and said, "Well, you go to sleep first! I'll sit for a while! It's late at night and it's going to rain. Why should I open the window?"

Mr. Qiao walked to the desk and raised his hand to close the window lattice.

"Really? Maybe it was blown open by the wind!" The young woman rubbed her eyes and looked outside, "I was a little tired just now and squinted for a while."

"You! You should exercise more and go on a long trip. It's been two days since you rested. Why can't you feel tired?"

"I feel okay, but I was a little sleepy just now."

Mr. Qiao nodded slightly and said apologetically: "You have worked hard too. Go to bed early."

The young woman asked: "Aren't you still asleep?"

"I'm waiting for a moment." Mr. Qiao played with the teacup on the table.

Seeing his worried look, the young woman couldn't help but ask, "Are you still thinking about Jiang Lianheng?"

Second Master Qiao sighed and nodded: "That boy named Jiang has been annoying me for two days in a row. I really can't stand it!"

"Let him do whatever he wants, let's leave him alone for a few days, and then he will go back on his own."

"I'm afraid that he's going around asking around and ruining my reputation!" Second Master Qiao dusted off his shirt, "The good reputation of the old Qiao family for generations cannot be ruined by me! Besides, my face is dirty. , the business of the dock will definitely be affected, the foreigners have been pressing hard recently, there is pressure."

"That's true." The young woman nodded, but asked: "Then Shopkeeper Ma and Shopkeeper Xie haven't arrived yet?"

"It should be here by now! I don't want to get involved in those bad things!" Second Master Qiao snorted coldly, with disdain in his eyes, "Anyway, it's best to get rid of that kid as soon as possible, because he will make me worried all day long!"

"Master, since it's all business, why don't you also talk to the guy named Jiang? What if his bid is higher than the other two?"

"How can you be so high-powered? In this business, you can't just look at who pays more. You have to be low-key! Do you understand low-key? Stability is the most important thing. I've already received money from those two companies, so it's hard to change my mind. The most important thing is , or keep a low profile, the reputation of our ancestors!"

The young woman sat up and consoled her: "Master, things are different now. When the imperial court was here, there was no fame and honor, let alone now? Many scholarly families have gone to business! There is nothing to be ashamed of. Bar?"

"A woman's opinion!" Mr. Qiao turned away and said, "That depends on what kind of business it is."

The young woman remained silent.

Second Master Qiao suddenly remembered something and asked quickly: "Eh? By the way, have you prayed today?"

"Huh? No, no."

"Why are you disobedient? I taught you all this in vain?"

Mr. Qiao quickly took out a Bible from the drawer and taught his wife to recite and pray sentence by sentence.

It's useless to persuade anyone to talk like this every day.

The young woman had no choice but to reluctantly follow the instructions.

Just when he was about to lie down to rest, Mr. Qiao suddenly remembered something again.

"Shu Ning, business is business. It's true that we are throwing around that thing, but you must not touch that thing! Once you get involved, that person will be useless, do you hear me? I asked you something, do you hear it? "

"Ok?"

The young woman came back to her senses, nodded blankly, and forced a smile on her lips.

"Hear, I heard...Master, don't worry!"

"That's good, that's good." Mr. Qiao said to himself.

"Well, Master, please sit down...I'm going to sleep first."

Half an hour later, I blew out the lamp and pulled out the wax, and the room suddenly became dark.

An hour later, Mr. Qiao's snoring gradually became louder.

I don’t know how much time passed, but a head suddenly popped out from under the bed between the two of them. It turned its head and glanced upwards, curled its mouth and said secretly: "Sleep when you say sleep, it's a dead thing!"

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