The beggar at the head gave an order, and the hundred-person "beggar army" behind him rushed up with each hand-picked hoe and broken knife.

Chu Zui saw that the posture was not good, so he pulled up Qilang, who was still in a daze, and ran away, as fast as he could.

Chu Zui had just crossed over, although she had the intention to escape, but the original owner's body was too weak, and she gradually fell far behind Qilang after not running for a while.

This time, Chang Qilang led her to run for her life, and said as she ran: "Chu drunk, it's so terrible, it's terrible!"

Chu Zui gasped heavily, and didn't have the extra strength to answer Qilang, so he saw the opportunity and fought with the last bit of strength to accelerate to Qilang.

Qilang picked up her thin body with both hands, but her speed was still unabated, and Chu Zui immediately sighed secretly, "Good kung fu!"

After resting for a while, Chu Zui was just able to open his mouth to speak, so he led Qilang all the way to the direction of the official mansion according to his memory.

After a while, the two of them rushed onto the most prosperous official road in Anling, and seeing the increase in the flow of people, Chu Zui cleared his throat and shouted:

"Help!!"

"Robbery, blackmail, kidnapping, forcible / rape, !!"

Behind him, a few beggars were reluctant to chase after him, panting and scolding, "Stinky boy, we are not interested in men!"

"That's it, the little white face is talking nonsense, stop for the masters!"

Chu Zui thought, it is better to keep your strength and run a few more steps if you shout "stop", will the enemy stop running away just because you stand still? I really don't know what these people think.

Seeing that the beggar was still chasing after him, Chu Zui could only continue to shout: "It's fighting!! is there anyone to help!!

As soon as he blurted out these words, a gray figure appeared out of nowhere in front of him, and he skipped Chu Zui and Qilang like lightning.

The next moment, Chu Zui heard frequent screams behind him, and the sound of weapons entering the flesh was endless.

Chu was drunk and immediately jumped off Qilang, and when he looked back, he saw that he was already covering his arms and legs and wailing, lying on the ground beggar.

And the only gray-robed man standing was a thin young man dressed in kitchen clothes, and the weapon he used to knock down everyone in an instant was actually a spatula in his hand.

What is even more jaw-dropping is that the beggars obviously fell to the ground bleeding one after another, but the spatula did not drip blood, and it was still glowing with a faint silver glow under the sun.

That's a lot of effort and speed.

"Mano...... The gods also ......" Chu Zui looked at the young man's resolute side face and was slightly stunned.

Ben just admired his martial arts, but because of this stunned, he felt that his angular side face was extraordinarily heroic and beautiful.

That face, like a skillful painting of a god and man, can only create this rare masterpiece in his life.

"Yan Tingcheng, you're causing trouble for me again, is the pork in your back kitchen cooked?!"

A slightly old voice came, and then, a boss in a robe who was about forty years old pushed aside the crowd and walked to the gray-robed young man, looking at the injured beggars all over the ground and almost fainted.

In the end, I could only cover my heart and gasp for breath before standing up a little, and said: "Hurry up, hurry up, go back as soon as there is no one from the official mansion, otherwise I will lose money again!"

The boss with a trill, biting the word "losing money" very hard, obviously hated it.

Mu Ne, a gray-robed young man called Yan Qingcheng, nodded, and followed the boss to the restaurant in front with the blood-soaked spatula.

It didn't matter if he walked, the walking posture made Chu Zui's heart tremble.

Such martial arts turned out to be a cripple?!

Chu Zui looked at Yan Tingcheng more intently, Yan Tingcheng walked up and down, and his left leg didn't dare to touch the ground at all.

Looking at Yan Chengcheng's disappearing back, Chu Zui's chest inexplicably rose a little desolate, she was taught by the master who cherished her talents, and she also cherished her talents.

Yan Chengcheng is a person with martial arts who is world-famous, and has the courage of ten thousand people, if he is appreciated by the Ming Lord, he will definitely be able to establish an immortal feat.

But now it can only be in the back kitchen with the spatula fumes.

Sad!

Qilang didn't pay attention to the desolation in Chu Zui's eyes, and casually pulled her up and came to the door of the restaurant that Yan Chengcheng had just entered.

Chu Zui looked up at this three-story restaurant, and the black plaque on it was written with three big characters:

Yipinzhuang.

These three words are magnificent, and it seems that they are from the hands of a famous person in the world, but apart from these words, Chu Zui has found nothing else.

She didn't know why, so she turned to look at Shichiro and asked, "Want to eat?"

"Chu drunk, you call it...... ...... called 'Lost the watermelon and picked up the sesame seeds'!" Qilang was rare to be smart, and pulled Chu Zui and pointed to the sign erected in front of the restaurant.

The above capitalization: Chengzhao shop two or two, monthly salary of five taels of silver, including food and accommodation, interested parties to find Boss Yao to negotiate!

Chu Zui was like having found a treasure, and when she thought of having food and a place to live and being able to get close to Yan Chengcheng to complete the tasks given by the system, she was full of energy.

I completely forgot why Shichiro was literate, and I didn't notice that Shichiro looked at Yan Chengcheng with a slight surprise.

It's just that Shichiro's eyes are fleeting, and they have always been very well hidden.

Chu Zui immediately simply tied his hair into a man's bun, and went to Yipinzhuang with Qilang to find a job.

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In Yipin Village, Boss Yao glanced at Chu Zui and Qilang, pointed at Qilang and said:

"You're tall and can serve food to guests, but you're ......"

Boss Yao's gaze stopped on Chu Zui, and he hesitated for a long time and said:

"You're as thin as a chicken, you're so short, what can you do?"

Chu Zui looked at herself, and then at Qilang, she was indeed a lot shorter than others, and she would inevitably be disliked by the boss when she came to apply for a job.

But she wondered, the boss was about the same height as her, why was she embarrassed to say that she was a "little chicken"?

The chicks are small and weak, and it is simply an insult to say this.

But it was not easy to find a job, Chu Zui resisted the urge to scold back, and smiled flatteringly at Boss Yao:

"I am good at knives, and I can kill cattle, sheep, pigs, and other animals with a single knife and completely separate the bones and meat. ”

Boss Yao had no intention of keeping her, but when he heard this, he immediately became interested, if so, the separated ribs could also be sold for a lot of money, so he smiled:

"Little brother, the words are not blowing, there are three piglets waiting to be slaughtered in my backyard, if you can separate their flesh and bones before dark, I will keep you!"

"Good!"

Chu Zui happily agreed, and pulled Qilang into the backyard with Boss Yao.

In the backyard, the pigs are screaming, and three big butchers are dragging the pigs out of the pigsty.

It was a cold winter, but they still twisted their shirts and were bare-chested, revealing their dark skin and strong muscles.

When standing beside them. Chu Zui really felt like a "little chicken", or the kind that could be trampled to death by others with one kick.

Chu Zui greeted them one by one with an almost kind smile, and the strong trio glanced at her, not smiling, but full of disdain.