After Qin Chuan and Lao Dao came back, they ate mandarin duck hot pot in the back kitchen of Tongfu Inn, half clear soup and half red oil.

As mentioned before, Sister-in-law Niu gave the two of them a large plate of fresh hand-cut mutton, and the plate was flipped into the air without a piece falling. Sister-in-law Niu said that this was fresh mutton freshly killed from Dongshi this morning, and there was not a drop of water injected at all, and the taste was no worse than the taste of those century-old shops.

Originally, this plate of hand-cut mutton was reserved for Guan Lang, it was the scholar in Pingyangfang who sold Qin Chuan's "Taiping Manuscript", he was the son of the deceased sister-in-law of Niu, but he went to his uncle's house for the New Year this year, which was cheaper for Qin Chuan and Lao Dao.

In addition to the fresh hand-cut mutton, there are also nine-foot goose intestines as white as snow on the table, when they are fished out of the pot, Qin Chuan still has to stand on the stool; Two plates of hairy belly, eating crispy and raw in the mouth, very chewy, have bottomed out in a short time. A handful of coriander skewered with sliced beef, sprinkled with some chili noodles, put it in the red oil hot pot, and the more it was cooked, the more numb it became, Qin Chuan's sweat beads the size of beans flowed down his forehead, his lips no longer knew what he was eating, and his stomach only improved a little after a glass of sake.

For Qin Chuan, the New Year in Qingzhou City is very lively than the Taoist temples in the wilderness, and even the food and drink are much more delicious than those wild games in the mountains, except that he doesn't know when he will be able to condense the empty mountains and Danhai, as far as the current situation is concerned, everything is very satisfied.

The person next to him talked about Jinyi Lane that night, Qin Chuan already knew what was going on in his heart, but Lao Dao made a look and signaled him to relax, ignore these things, just finish the dishes on the table, and even pour wine for Qin Chuan.

Seeing Peng Nerd and Ji Man looking at him suspiciously, Qin Chuan also felt abnormal, took a bite of the beef that had just been fished out, then put down the chopsticks in his hand, and was burned a few times and said in a white air: "Hey, I said everyone, what do you see? If I have that ability, why bother eating hot pot in the back kitchen of Tongfu Inn in the New Year? Why don't you go to Yufu Building, where you must live and have a good meal, and there are many girls to accompany you, isn't it better than staying here?"

After Qin Chuan finished speaking, he hurriedly fished out a piece of beef from the red oil hot pot and dipped it in garlic paste to eat it. Then I took out the coriander from the clear soup hot pot, which was fragrant and very greasy. Pouring a glass of Sister-in-law Niu's own sake, Qin Chuan filled up the cup on the old road's side again.

After hearing this, Peng Nerd shook his head self-deprecatingly, looking at Qin Chuan's immature face, he really couldn't believe that the young man in front of him really had that ability, and he was able to kill Qiu Meng, a famous martial arts practitioner in Qingzhou City. Looking at the old man next to him, although he looked at the old Longzhong, he was definitely not young, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to walk a few miles, not to mention the number one person who killed Qiu Meng. Moreover, the Tongfu Inn is full of poor people, how can they live in the masters of the martial arts rivers and lakes? There are many old and young people in Qingzhou City, and everyone can't be suspicious. Even the real murderer has already left the city, how can he stay in Qingzhou City waiting to be arrested and arrested?

Ji Man also knew what Peng Nerd was thinking, clasped his fists with both hands and saluted, and made a round towards Lao Dao: "Don't be angry, you two talked about an old and a young man before, just to see you next to you, my brother has no other thoughts, don't be surprised." The New Year is approaching, the year is busy at the end, today can be regarded as a moment of rest, we have the fate to meet here, don't hurt the harmony. ”

Lao Dao drank a glass of sake, and after a little aftertaste, he said: "My apprentice and I have traveled around the rivers and lakes, and we have been here in Qingzhou City for more than three months, and we have never had a misunderstanding with anyone, not to mention that I don't know anything about Qiu Meng. Naturally, there will be no blood feud. If you don't believe it, you can go to the government's office, but today is the New Year, don't miss our dinner Yaxing. ”

Lao Dao's face was gloomy, and after speaking, he ate a mouthful of beef in red oil, choked on the chili pepper and scolded Qin Chuan: "Rabbit cub, did you put a lot of chili peppers in the pot, I'm afraid I won't be able to get up tomorrow, and I will stay in the thatched house for a day." ”

Qin Chuan smiled, picked up a Chaotian pepper in front of Lao Dao, chewed it a few times with sake and swallowed it, his expression did not change in the slightest, and he wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his cuffs, as if he was laughing at Lao Dao for not being able to eat spicy.

Jiang Langzhong took advantage of the conversation between several people, tore off a piece of chicken from the roast chicken, his mouth was full of oil, and he took out the wine jug from the side and poured himself full, so he said angrily: "If the two people in front of me are the ones who killed Qiu Meng, then I have to toast and thank them for eliminating harm for the people." However, you two don't have to think about it, if you have that kind of martial arts cultivation, why don't you just become a thug of a wealthy family, than stay in the Tongfu Inn and suffer the warmth and coldness of the world!"

At this moment, the shopkeeper Wu came over with a cigarette pouch, knocked on the pillar next to him, poured out the burned tobacco, refilled the dry tobacco, and smiled at Jiang Langzhong: "The surname Jiang, you should tell me, how did my Tongfu Inn make you suffer the warmth and cold of the world? Do you not make a charcoal fire for you in winter, or do you not prepare cold water for you in summer? You owe me two months' rent, and every time you say that you will give it back, I think your dog skin plaster business is not bad, why is there no silver money now?"

Without waiting for Jiang Langzhong to answer, the shopkeeper Wu saw that everyone was eating roast chicken, pinned the dry tobacco to his waist, tore a piece of chicken, pinched a peanut and put it in his mouth, nodded and praised: "This is the iron crutch of the roast **, I heard that he is selling roast chicken in Qingzhou City with a burden, never shouting, let alone a signboard, and there is no fixed residence, whether it is sold out or not, the stall will be closed at noon, for the customer, whether he can eat this bite depends on luck." When I smelled the scent of scallion oil, I knew it was his roast chicken. ”

Jiang Lang got up happily, motioned to Shopkeeper Wu to sit on his side, and motioned to Ji Man to hurry up and bring a pair of dishes and chopsticks. Jiang Langzhong then remembered that Peng Nerd still owed Wu's shopkeeper half a year's rent, saying that he would wait for his gold list title to be doubled. Unexpectedly, Shopkeeper Wu really believed this, and forced him to owe it all the time.

However, when the shopkeeper Wu saw the dishes and chopsticks, he waved his hand and didn't say a word, just looked at Jiang Langzhong, waiting for him to explain.

This time, Ji Man said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Wu, don't you know Jiang Langzhong's stinky mouth? ”

In order to save money, Ji Manzi and Jiang Langzhong lived in one room, and if Jiang Langzhong was kicked out because of rent arrears, then he would have to pay the money alone. He calculated in his heart, except for the money for tonight's meal, if he paid a month's rent, he was afraid that he would be hungry next, so he couldn't let Shopkeeper Wu kick him out.

Shopkeeper Wu scolded: "Jiang Langzhong, although that Peng nerd said that he owed half a year's money, but he gave me a thought, saying that he would repay him twice as much as he came back." As for you, on the contrary, you owe money to be reasonable, saying that my Tongfu Inn is not good, it is better to roll up the bed and get out of the house as soon as possible. ”

Jiang Langzhong is very familiar with Shopkeeper Wu, if he speaks with a smile, then he will not stay in this Tongfu Inn for too long. However, if he sneered, he could have owed some more money.

Jiang Langzhong touched his head and smiled: "Shopkeeper Wu, I still have some plasters here, why don't I hand them over to you first and deduct some room money?"

Qin Chuan ate attentively, he didn't hear what was happening next to him, he smelled the smell of medicinal herbs, thought it was the bottom of the pot burned, and hurriedly removed some of the charcoal fire.

When the shopkeeper Wu heard Jiang Langzhong playing a scoundrel, he naturally knew that his plasters were some deceptive things, so he scolded and pickled them, took the dishes and chopsticks to Qin Chuan and Lao Dao, picked up a piece of mutton, mixed a plate of sesame paste, and asked in a low voice while eating: "How are you preparing for tonight's incident?"

Lao Dao pretended not to understand and replied, "What did you say?"

Wu's shopkeeper Nunu mouthed, and the gesture was Qin Chuan: "His empty mountain, Danhai!"