Chapter 127: Selling Heads

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The three Taoist chiefs and the courtesy minister were invited by Rhubarb.

Principal Lin saw his old classmate Chu Xiang and dragged him home for dinner, so he had to treat him to a treat, otherwise it would be too shameless.

Duan Hou Yunzhong, the commander of the Nine Gates, was very low-key, planning to find a snack bar, with his entourage to use it, the police elder and Shi Wensheng hurriedly came up with a white face, and repeatedly apologized: The dog's eyes don't know gold and jade, so I look familiar with the eyes of adults, and I don't dare to think that it is an adult.

Shi Wensheng helped him and wanted to invite him to dinner on behalf of the Jingxi Independent Regiment. Duan Hou Yunzhong is very easy-going. The two brothers took him to the food stall and were very warmly entertained. Duan Hou Yunzhong's entourage didn't make a sound and listened to their nonsense, and almost fell off their jaws.

The two of them cried poorly, and Lao Yun was too honest. repeatedly said that if it weren't for Ma Qianhu's persuasion to raise more than 20,000 silver dollars, the two brothers would have made up half of it, otherwise they could only invite adults to eat fried dumplings. Not to mention stir-fry and wine.

When Duan Hou Yunzhong was young and underdeveloped, he also drank in a food stall, and he drank very happily.

He asked Ma Qianhu how to persuade him, and Shi Wensheng said: What else can you do, take people, hold a knife, kick open the door, carry the silver box and leave. Take 24,000 from others, and give them an IOU of 1,000 yuan.

Duan Hou Yunzhong laughed: Isn't this smashing open flames?

Lao Shi also smiled: People didn't report the case, and they told people that it was voluntary!

Duan Hou Yunzhong smiled: Ma Qianhu, this kid has a criminal record for doing this, and that person also has a problem, right?

Old Shi nodded.

Duan Hou Yunzhong asked in a low voice: How did you share the money?

His bodyguards all pricked up their ears.

Lao Shi snapped his fingers: two yuan for those who didn't go into battle, and ten yuan for those who didn't die. Those who died in the war were first given a part to their families. Ask the doctor, buy medicine, and handle the funeral, it seems that the cost is about the same. When the reward of the court comes down, I don't know whether to fill the hole or continue to pay it all. However, listening to Hu Changshi's meaning, the deceased is still full of hair. Those who survive, it's hard to say.

Duan Hou Yunzhong was shocked: You first cushioned the imperial court.

He asked in a low voice: No, you two only sent ten yuan, right?

Lao Shi stretched out four fingers: The two of us are commanders, and they will give us forty yuan.

Duan Hou Yunzhong slapped the table: ******, you are so rich, you just scraped together half a yuan to invite me!"

Lao He said: Lao Yun slammed the door, he didn't give the account, this is our own money!

Duan Hou Yunzhong took out a piece of it: He muttered, I said, why are you so shivering?

Lao Shi said: Boss, take the good money, it's all yours, don't spend it, serve good food and wine!

Duan Hou's entourage was surprised and laughed.

Duan Hou Yunzhong drank very well: there are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, and today I can see the demeanor of Dongdaying's high pole.

Everyone agreed, tomorrow morning the office report, hand in the materials, tomorrow afternoon, Duan Hou Yunzhong has to return to Beijing, he can't leave for too long.

In the fried dumpling shop on the bridge, Lord Lixiang Ye Lumin looked at Lao Gui: It's really you! When Youshan told me, I didn't believe it. You've really become a god.

Lao Gui said: The fairy is a fart, carrying a sugarcane burden every day, coming and going in the wind and rain. A few days ago, Youshan sent me a letter, and I thought that it was the end of the day, and I was led here by a bastard guy, and I had to continue to sell.

Yelu stroked his beard: Then I can't take care of it, huh! Youshan said that your grandson is going to marry Ma Qian's family, and asked if you still want to meet him?

Lao Gui lost his senses: The past is already a cloud of smoke, is it gone? How many days do you stay here? When I first entered, you used to watch the ceremony, these two **** plan to hold a ceremony and accept two heirs, please watch the ceremony.

Yelu got up: Congratulations to the Taoist, fortunately.

Lao Gui also got up and returned the salute: Thank you Tan Yue!

The three old Taoists also stood up and raised their palms as a salute, congratulating the senior brother, who has finally been passed on.

Lao Hai saluted: Congratulations to the minions!

Lao Gui helped him up: Your son and I are friends, don't make such a big gift. Return or something, don't mention it again.

grabbed Lao Gui on the bridge: Tell me about your past, and I'll make you into a joke.

Lao Gui said: What is there to make up, my wife is dead, my daughter is married, and I am a monk.

Lao Qiaoshang shook his head: It's really boring, you can also make a little three or something, there is no flower!

Everyone didn't dare to use wine, and after the meal, everyone took a carriage to the place where the prince died to pay respects.

Lao Xiang, Duan Hou Yunzhong and Chen Pingyuan came separately, Yun Ni brought Minister Li and Vice Minister Yun over, everyone took the incense case, prayed separately, and worshiped the prince.

After the arrival of Chu Xiang finished worshipping, he was entrusted by everyone to write a report on the worship of the prince in the Xihe River in the tea shed of Wang Dayanzi, and everyone signed it according to the size of the official position and reported it to the Military Aircraft Department. He also asked the Military Aircraft Department to send people to design and prepare for construction at the cemetery established by the Minister of Rites and several Taoist chiefs.

This is everyone's first priority when going out of Beijing.

Seeing that the messenger received the letter and set off, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

When everyone came out of the tea shed, they saw a short and fat man and a black and thin guy like a monkey, standing up a sign.

Everyone ignored them and walked away.

After seeing the words written on the sign, everyone was taken aback.

The big book on the sign: Sell heads!

There is a small print next to it: exclusive authorization, limited quantity, want to buy as soon as possible.

The contact reads: Couch, Bush!

Everyone is wondering, no one pays attention to them.

Lao Xiang led people halfway through, and was suddenly startled and asked the people from the military attache department: It can't really be a headseller, right?

The head of the military attaché department stammered: his subordinates thought so too.