Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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It was just dawn, the night was still dark, and the lingering sound of the night shift was still lingering, Yan Laodao woke up, lying on his body, the little concubine who was sleeping like a dead pig, got up and put on her clothes, and washed up briefly , out of the house.

While humming a ditty, while playing with the stone beads in his hand, taking square steps, walking on the bluestone slabs stained with dew, Yan Laodao started a day of patrolling the streets.This is a habit he has developed for more than 20 years, and it has never changed for a day.

This kind of work could have been left to the brothers below, because he is no longer a small catcher, but Yan Laodao insisted on doing it himself, and the brothers were surprised and happy, feeling that he followed a Good boss.

Yan Laodao is very satisfied. At the age of 55, he can be the chief arrester of such a prosperous city as Jiangzhou. He has several yards in the best part of the city and has three concubines. He bore him five more sons, and he should be satisfied. [

"Hey, Yan catches the head,"

"Boss catcher! Come and eat a bowl of hot scallion noodles!"

Along the way, early morning street vendors kept greeting Yan Laodao with enthusiasm. Yan Laodao smiled at the corner of his mouth without squinting, sometimes nodding, sometimes not nodding, and his pace remained the same without stopping.

This is the reason why he gets up early every day. After a person gets silver, real estate, a beautiful wife, and a beautiful concubine, he will always have other hobbies, such as drinking or gambling.

What Yan Laodao enjoys is the attention others pay him, or flattery.This wonderful feeling often gave him a kind of pleasure similar to that of the most beloved third aunt after finishing intercourse.

Let him feel that he is in the best time of his life, full of passion and vitality, instead of a bad old man who is about to lie on a chair and count the fallen leaves.

In such a way, he interprets his fear of aging and death.No one would think of what Yan Laodao was thinking deep in his heart. Of course, some people might have thought of it, but they must not dare to say it.Jiangzhou has a population of several 10, and it is very common for a few to disappear, and it will not discredit the peaceful and prosperous age.

It takes about half an hour from the big courtyard of Yan Laodao's house to the pier in the south of Jiangzhou.He came a bit late today, and the sun was half up when he arrived.

"Yan Butou, I'm late today, I should be fined a drink at noon!"

"There are a lot of headhunters, one cup is not enough, three cups will do." A group of potbellied employees ran over with smiles on their faces to strike up a conversation.

Yan Laodao cheered up and replied a few words. Although these private salt dealers behaved very rudely and teased, Yan Laodao liked them very much, and they were much easier to get along with than those officials.

The most important thing is that Yan Laodao needs to do some business with them. If he does more business, Yan Laodao will have the money to buy a house, land and concubine.

Jiangzhou is close to the Han River, and the Han River leads directly to the sea. The transportation is convenient, and the salt transportation is particularly developed. Although salt and iron are the country's sharp weapons, private trading is prohibited, but there are always some people who can walk on the edge of the law and make a fortune.

"Jiangzhou has not been peaceful recently. I just caught a habitual thief on the road and came here in a hurry after solving the matter. I am born to work hard!" Yan Laodao said seriously.

Yan Laodao was not talking nonsense, he did catch a habitual thief just now, even though it was only an eleven or twelve-year-old kid, even though that kid just stole a sesame seed cake.

"Yan Butou is for the people of one side, keeping one side safe, getting up early and returning home late, it's really hard work!" Immediately, someone clamored to set a table for Yan Laodao in the best restaurant in Jiangzhou to pay their respects.

Yan Laodao pretended to resign, and finally accepted the invitation of a man named Zhao Wu. This Zhao Wu is Yan Laodao's big customer. The two have cooperated for many years, and they have a very tacit understanding and a deep friendship.

The first cooperation between the two was more than ten years ago. They managed together a disobedient private salt dealer. From that day on, Yan Laodao's official position became bigger and bigger, and Zhao Wu's business became better and better. , What's that guy's name? It seems his surname is Ye?

I can't remember some of them. Yan Laodao doesn't know why he starts to feel nostalgic, maybe he is really old.When a person is old, the bad things he did when he was young are always easy to come to mind inadvertently. [

The two chatted for a few words, chatted and laughed happily, and made an appointment to have breakfast together.

For breakfast, you must go to the time-honored "Fujulou" on Changxing Street. This is the common sense of Jiangzhou people. Since it is common sense, the business of Fujulou must be very good. If this thing is normal, then there must be some exceptions, Yan Laodao is an exception.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, he was led by the waiter to the private seat on the second floor. Soon, the table was filled with steamed stuffed buns, wontons, cloud rolls, and hot dried silk.The two ate and chatted happily.

After half a cup of tea, Xiaoer led another person up. This was a young man in his twenties, wearing a blue shirt, with a stubble beard, a lonely expression, and a long sword on his back.He looks like a wandering man, and he doesn't have a lot of money.

Even Xiao Er himself couldn't understand why he led this person to the second floor inexplicably, as if he had a strange charm, and he was willing to obey any orders he gave after just one glance.

The guests on the second floor were already full at this time, Xiaoer met Zhao Wu's knife-like eyes, and brought the young man to his and Yan Laodao's table.

Yan Laodao's hand under the tablecloth lightly patted Zhao Wu's clenched fist, and asked kindly: "Little brother looks familiar, where are you from and where are you going?"

The young man smiled and said, "Only the policemen talk to others like this. Yuanwailang is too lenient."

"Unfortunately, I'm just a catcher, the biggest catcher in Jiangzhou." Yan Laodao also smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit. Anyone who knows him well knows that this means that he is very angry.

He likes to accept the fawning of those common people, but that doesn't mean he likes to eat at the same table with them.

The diners around felt the weird anger at this table, and the cold air. Some of them who knew Yan Laodao started to go downstairs to check out.

The young man did not speak, and pointed his index finger at the table. The freshly ground soybean milk in the sea bowl, like a stream flowing backwards, flew upwards and fell into the young man's slightly opened mouth without a drop splashing out.

"The taste is much weaker than it was ten years ago!" The young man closed his eyes, turned his mouth and said, his face was very disappointed.

Master!The second floor fell silent.

Zhao Wu's clenched fist finally opened, this person is not something he can deal with.

Yan Laodao's fists changed from open to clenched. He is also a martial arts expert, but he is sure that no one in the martial arts can do this, only those high-ranking cultivators can do it.

For a moment, Yan Laodao let go of his fist, stood up and clasped his fists and said: "It turns out that he is an immortal teacher. The little old man offended me just now, and I still look at Haihan."

Everyone upstairs immediately became excited. The legendary immortal teacher was right in front of them?

The young man ate two more buns, put down his chopsticks, and recalled: "14 years ago, my father often brought me here for breakfast. The buns at that time were much more stuffed than they are now."

Yan Laodao was stunned, nodded and said angrily: "What the Immortal Master said is that the old man reported to the magistrate in a short while and sealed up this black shop. Such a good business will be severely punished. I don't know where the Immortal Master's mansion is. The old man has been a frequent visitor here for many years, so he may have some friendship with Master Xian's father."

Zhao Wu also nodded and said yes.

The young man looked at him and smiled, and said: "My father's name is Ye Er, how is it, do you have any impression?"

Yan Laodao thought for a while, but he didn't seem to have any impression, but Zhao Wu, who was next to him, turned pale in an instant.