Delicious Lady: Lord Wolf, please enter the urn

Chapter 67
This fight has attracted passers-by to watch.The scholar who borrowed pen and ink came over curiously, and was immediately amused when he saw the words on the wall, "Look at the mountain through the door, the mountain is three feet high, haha! Standard dog's eyes see people low!"

"Where did this wild girl dare to act wild here?!"

A strong man's voice exploded in Yang Manyue's ears.Yang Manyue dodged, avoiding the strong man's falling hand, and shouted: "What?! Is Xianlaiju going to beat people in the street??!"

"That's right, that's right! The Xianlaiju store is a big bully!"

Since ancient times, Chinese people have loved the habit of watching the excitement, and they are not afraid of big things. Coupled with some sour grapes, they immediately booed.

"Oh, this little child is also beaten!"

"Xianlaiju has always been domineering, how can we think highly of ordinary people like us? Hehe, I heard that there are many dignitaries behind this Xianlaiju, and the backstage is tough!"

"Then let them bully people?"

The passers-by talked about it, but the strong man didn't dare to offend the public, he withdrew his hand and snorted coldly: "Though you are young and ignorant, let's forget this time. Let's go!"

"Master Dong, don't let her go!"

The young man squeezed over, pointed at the wall and said, "She scolded us for writing! If the master finds out, we will all be beaten! We must take her to the master."

"How funny!"

Yang Manyue sneered, "Aren't you putting this white wall here to write for people? Why can't I write when others can?"

"I bother!"

The young man spat, "What are you?! Knowing a few characters is just a show off. You don't even ask about it. Anyone can inscribe on the ink wall in our Xianlaiju?"

"Oh?"

Yang Manyue chuckled, and Chen's face turned pale with fright.Pulled her and said: "Miss, forget it, let someone accompany you, don't make trouble."

"Mother, don't worry, my daughter cares about herself."

After she finished speaking, she walked back and forth on the black wall, and then said to the boy: "Little brother, you didn't write any rules on it, sorry for my blindness, where are your rules written?"

"you!"

How could the boy be Yang Manyue's opponent, he choked when she asked her such a question.

"Oh, this little lady is not simple. Not only is she eloquent, but she has such a bearing at a young age, she is not an ordinary person!"

"Could it be the daughter of an official Shixun's family? Came out to play in disguise?"

"I think it looks like that. That bearing, tsk tsk, I think it's even more expensive than a famous family. This is what the storyteller said about Mount Tai collapsing in front of him without changing his face! Look at that strong man, and those behind him , it's not a good thing at first glance, but the little girl is not afraid at all, in my opinion, there is something to rely on."

Listening to the people's discussion, the boy and the thugs looked a little ugly, and murmured in their hearts.

Although she can't read, but the words look correct, and this little girl has a good conversation, obviously she has been well-educated. Could it be that she is really a child of some big family?
Thinking of this, his face turned pale.

There are a lot of such things these days, if they really have something to do, the owner doesn't need to be afraid, but they won't be able to run away after a beating.

For a while, it became quiet, hesitating, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, a group of people came out of the store. Seeing a group of people surrounding the door, they were stunned for a while, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

When the young man saw the visitor, he was overjoyed immediately, and hurried forward, "Young man, please greet the young master! Please greet Mr. Shi!"

After finishing speaking, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, spread out, don't bump into the nobleman!"

Shi Cong frowned, and vaguely saw a small figure through the crowd, which seemed familiar.

"Hehe, what's the matter? Are there so many people around?"

A young man in a fancy dress beside Shi Cong shouted, "Aren't those guys your gatekeepers? Why are you surrounding a little girl?"

The boy thought something was wrong and wanted to stop him, but the young man in the fancy dress had already descended the steps and walked towards the little girl.

"Hey, aren't you bullying people? There's no reason for that! A group of bullying things bully orphans and widows... Huh? There's another man? Wuna man, are you with them? That's unreasonable! Are you still a man? Seeing your own girls being bullied?!"

Who is this?
How can there be some two?
Yang Manyue followed the prestige, and the strong men around her consciously stepped out of the way, their bodies shaking uncontrollably, it seemed that the people who came were of extraordinary status.

After a while, a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old appeared in front of him.

I saw him wearing a moon-white cloud-sleeve gown with black patterns, his long hair was half tied up in a bun on the top of his head and tied with a purple ribbon; his eyes were big and bright, and his two sword eyebrows were raised slightly, saying The sunshine heroism that can't be seen.

Around the waist is a belt that is about four fingers wide, embroidered with hibiscus flowers in gold thread, and a jade pendant carved with animal shapes hangs on the waist. Jewelry is obviously worth a lot.

Yang Manyue was a little surprised.In the Tang and Song Dynasties, the scholar's sword was not only a status symbol, but also a spiritual statement.The so-called gentleman with a sword, every man with a sword, in those days, it was fashionable for scholars to wear a sword.

But after the Song Dynasty, the Mongol Yuan adopted a high-handed rule. They were afraid of the rebellion of the Han people, especially the southerners (the Song Dynasty moved to Hangzhou, and the Han people who ruled the territory of the Song Dynasty were called the Southerners). The kitchen knives needed by households for cooking also have to go to the head of the village to get them, and return them after they are used up.

Even kitchen knives for cooking are so tightly controlled, let alone sabers.

As time goes by, this habit will disappear.However, the Ming Dynasty was an era when the hierarchy was extremely strict. Although the rules set by the Taizu in the later period had already fed the dogs, few scholars knew how to wear swords.On the contrary, there are many literati who wear men's and women's clothes. (This is a real thing, men wear makeup, wear bellybands outside, and the style of sex is prevalent)
Now that there is a young man with a sword standing in front of him, he doesn't need to look at anything else, just see that he can travel with a sword and his status cannot be lowered, at least he has a title.

The young man walked up to him, looked at the writing on the wall, and at the full moon, and was immediately amused, "You wrote this?"

Yang Manyue didn't know what he wanted to do, but she nodded anyway.

"Ha ha!"

He laughed out loud, "Interesting, interesting!"

After finishing speaking, he touched his chin and nodded, "Such an interesting thing should be clarified again, brother Ziyu, what do you think?"

While speaking, a red figure flashed, Yang Manyue's eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Master Shi?!"

"Huh? Brother Ziyu, do you know each other?"

The young man looked very surprised, "How do you know a farm girl? Well, let's not talk about this, don't talk about this, didn't you say that there is a girl in your house who is quite good at cooking? Let's take a boat to Chaiqiao. It can make your grandfather admire, how good the craftsmanship is..."

Shi Cong glanced at Yang Manyue, and said calmly, "No need to go."

"Huh? Huh? Why don't you go?"

"The man I spoke of is right before your eyes."

"what?!"

The young man let out an exclamation, then set up an awning with his hands and looked around, "Where, where, where?"

Yang Manyue's face darkened, her IQ might be too high...

Shi Cong frowned, pointed at Yang Manyue, and said, "Your brother Linchuan, far away is far away, and you are close in front of you."

"what?!"

The young man slapped Yang Manyue's face up and down, and said in surprise, "Brother Ziyu, are you looking for fun with me? This girl looks at most ten years old, and she can cook?"

After a pause, he patted himself on the head again, and said, "By the way, I forgot the business."

As soon as the words fell, suddenly several people dressed as guards turned around and rushed towards the shop, and quickly moved out of a stool, followed by a fat man who was panting, shouting while running, "Little Lord, forgive me, little brother!" Lord forgive me, this old man is guilty..."

what's the situation?
Yang Manyue was a little confused.

Grandpa?
This kid is the Duke of the country?

I go!

Daming's title is so worthless?How come these nobles are younger than the other?One is better than the other?
And what the hell is that fat man?

As soon as the young man sat down, he saw that the fat man was chasing him. Without saying a word, before he could lift his robes, he knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, "I'm guilty of offending a distinguished guest."

"Oh?"

The young man raised his legs, his nostrils turned upwards, his face was arrogant, and he said strangely, "What's wrong with you?"

The voice was so long that Yang Manyue wanted to laugh.

It's just that the faces of the people present were dignified, and none of them dared to laugh.

The fat man wiped the sweat from his head, glanced sideways at Yang Manyue, and cupped his hands and said, "Young man has no way to restrain himself, and offended the friends of the young master and Mr. Shi. He really deserves to die. Please also ask the young master to give me a hand." Here's an opportunity, I'll be the host, and I'll go to the north-south seats to impress this little lady and her family."

Mrs. Chen, Mei Dayou and others were shocked by this shocking reversal, and then they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: these days, the mud-legged people really go wherever they go and get angry.If you can pass the Jinshi exam with a full warehouse, you don't have to suffer from such idleness.

"Hmph! If we don't come, how are you going to bully others?"

The young man suddenly became shrewd, "This world belongs to the Son of Heaven, and the Son of Heaven always warns us to treat the people well. What kind of bastard are you? You just raise disciples to beat you, yet you dare to bully the good people. Humph!" ! If Brother Ziyu didn’t meet this girl, are you planning to let you thugs tie up and clean up?”

"Where is the little father-in-law, even if you give me a hundred courage, I wouldn't dare!"

The fat old man had a flattering expression on his face, "Young master, I think I haven't had enough time to give the villain a chance. Although the North and South Noodles are not as good as the imperial cuisine in the palace, they are also rare and exquisite..."

"Brother Linchuan."

Shi Cong, who had been silent for a long time, said, "I think shopkeeper Wang is quite sincere. He doesn't look at the monk's face to look at the Buddha's face. You can't eat the North and South Meal noodles on weekdays..."

"Humph!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the young man, "What kind of monk faces the Buddha face? I don't care! Bullying honest people is not okay! Then go up and tell me the details, my young master. Make the decision for you!"

(End of this chapter)