A sweeping monk is not necessarily a sweeper, but it may also be a shopkeeper.

Still kneading the dough, and then rolling the dough to make cakes, the shopkeeper didn't care about Ximenqing, not to mention that Ximenqing was about to be gloomy to blacken his face, Ximenqing stood next to him with a gloomy face, staring at the actions of the shopkeeper's subordinates, and gradually he seemed to understand something, and understood that the so-called cake chef was actually the shopkeeper in front of him, and he was really stupid in front of the shopkeeper.

"Uh, that...... The shopkeeper is offended," Ximen Qing apologized, and the originally gloomy expression on his face quickly turned into a smile.

The noodles in the hands of the shopkeeper have been rolled, and then he wiped his hands and looked back at Ximenqing with a smile, and then began to be busy baking cakes again, for the shopkeeper at this time, making cakes is the most important, a person who covets his cakes or covets the person who covets him to make cakes would have been kicked out by him if he was not making cakes.

Ximenqing was ignored once, this is almost to the limit of Ximenqing, think about the last person who dared to do this to Ximenqing, that is, Ling Ling (Wu Dalang) no longer knows where to escape, and the shopkeeper in front of him seems to be the master of toasting and not eating and drinking, and Ximenqing is puzzled, how can those who dare to go against themselves make cakes and sell cakes, but there is a difference between delicious and undelicious.

The shopkeeper doesn't care about Ximenqing, Ximenqing doesn't go out, the shopkeeper makes cakes, Ximenqing just watches, and no one bothers anyone, but the shopkeeper Wang and the people in the tavern really can't wait. It's been several hours, so shouldn't Lord Simon be ...... By...... , not only the shopkeeper Wang thinks like this in his mind, but no one wants to go to the back kitchen to have a look.

The shopkeeper who had been concentrating on making cakes finally finished making cakes, and then when he turned around, he saw a gorgeously dressed man staring at his freshly baked cakes, and he was about to salivate.

"Why are you still standing here, didn't you let you out a long time ago?" the shopkeeper said, unconsciously picking up the knife on the board in his hand.

The shopkeeper roared, Ximenqing seemed to realize his gaffe, and quickly retracted his gaze to look at the angry shopkeeper, Ximenqing didn't understand why the shopkeeper was angry, and he didn't seem to have done anything.

"Didn't you hear me when I told you to go out?" roared the shopkeeper with his knife.

Ximenqing looked at the kitchen knife in the hands of the shopkeeper, and silently turned around and walked out of the kitchen, to be honest, Ximenqing still has some psychological shadows on the kitchen knife, last time he was also threatened by that Wu Dalang with a kitchen knife and then humiliated, this time he was driven out by a kitchen knife who made cakes, it was really unpleasant, and the unhappy Ximen Lord had to do something.

"I'm really angry" After Ximenqing went out, the shopkeeper threw down the kitchen knife in his hand, picked up a still hot cake and bit it angrily, he has opened a shop in Jingyanggang for so many years, and he has also learned to be calm, and a steady life will be addictive.

"Don't smash it, stop...... Stop it...... Don't......"

"The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper, the big thing is not good......

There was a noisy sound outside, and Xiao Er's hurried shouting, although the shopkeeper couldn't hear it clearly, but something bad should have happened, and the shopkeeper ran out in a hurry and didn't forget to carry the kitchen knife again.

When I came to the front hall, it was a mess, five or six big men were still smashing there wantonly, and the two juniors had already been knocked to the ground and rolling on the ground with their chests covered.

"Too much deception"

In just the blink of an eye, five of the six big men lay on the ground, clutching their feet and necks and crying, and if you look closely, there is a thin knife mark on everyone's foot and neck, and the blood is not stopping.

"The hero spares his life, the hero spares his life...... "The remaining one can still stand, lying on the ground and kowtowing.

"Go, ask your master, how much are their lives worth?" The shopkeeper took out a cloth from there and carefully wiped the kitchen knife.

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Since the Xihuang Emperor, the two emperors of Yan and Huang, the three saints of Yao Shunyu, the prosperity of the Han and Tang dynasties, within the Liuhe and Eight Wilderness, there has never been a prosperous city such as the Bianliang of the Great Song Dynasty. The neat and tidy heavenly street is straight and vertical and horizontal, such as the furrow column, the pavilions of the carved beams and painted buildings are lined up and intertwined, the eaves of the colorful buildings are far and near, the shadows are sufficient, and it seems to want to catch the sky and clouds. The shop signs are lined up along the street, looking at it like a forest. Merchants from the Western Regions, foreign sea visitors, and business travelers from China and Turkey shuttle like weaving, and the business travelers in the Fang City are divergent, and the wealth and goods of all directions are gathered, even if Chang'an, the imperial capital of the Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, is now Haixi Byzantium, Tiannan Angkor City, and there is also something inferior. At night, the lanterns are clustered, the brilliant light is scattered, and the fire trees and silver flowers are everywhere, and the flowers and flowers are fainted under the green sky. Bai Yujing in the sky, Bianliang City on the ground, the so-called "capital under the emperor", nothing more than this.

At sunset, a carriage swayed into Bianliang City, the bustling crowd, the noisy bargaining and all kinds of shouting, woke up Pan Jinlian, who was almost dying in the carriage, and raised the small curtain, Pan Jinlian was stunned by the grand scene in front of her.

"Godmother, godmother, there are so many people"

"Godmother, that house is so tall, several stories high!"

"Godmother,......

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Pan Jinlian doesn't seem to be motion sick anymore, she begins to become full of vitality, and she has to let Wang Po see everything she sees, just like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, she was dazzled, this is the most prosperous Kyoto in the Great Song Dynasty, and she is just a maid from a remote small county.

Wang Po just lifted the curtain and looked out, Bianjing was still as prosperous as five years ago, there were many people and high buildings, Wang Po sighed softly, and didn't pay attention to Pan Jinlian who was shouting from time to time next to her, Wang Po's hand clenched, and her fists slowly tightened, Bianjing, I'm still back.

The carriage slowly drove into a small alley, the building was very high to block the sun, the alley was pitch black, and the carriage finally stopped at the door with two red lanterns, on which were written Yu Xian.

"Bang bang bang" Wang Po knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened, and a head poked out, "Who are you?"

"Hmph, you don't know three times from the back door?"

"I, I just came, they were busy, so let me come and watch, you wait, I'll go and take care of us"

With a "bang", the door was closed, only Wang Po and Pan Jinlian were in the dark and silent alley, "alas" This is Wang Po's heavy sigh, it is really a thing or a person!

(To be continued)