This gold lock piece is made into an auspicious cloud type, not like the ordinary gold lock engraved with auspicious words such as "long life and 100 years old" and "auspicious Ruyi", but on the front is seemingly innumerable, but in fact it is a full hundred "Fu" characters in various fonts, surrounded by a red coral bead with a large fingernail. The red coral beads are as scarlet in color as scarlet and delicate as jade, and they are extraordinary at first sight. On the back of the lock is a picture of the birthday star holding a peach, except for the lifelike pattern figures, it is not a big deal. He didn't know that in the inconspicuous place of the cane in the birthday boy's hand, there was a subtle word "sea" that could only be seen with a Western crystal magnifying glass.

The sharp-beaked monkey gills held the lock plate in his hand and looked at it carefully, and then picked it up and looked left and right at the light, but he couldn't look at it.

Han Que was impatient and asked, "Shopkeeper, how much silver can this golden lock be used for?" ”

The sharp-beaked monkey gills snorted from his nostrils, cocked his little thumb with an inch-long nail, lovingly twisted his few goatees, and said: "This tattered lock piece is not enough in color, not enough catties, I think you are pitiful, you should be given two taels of silver—it must be death!" ”

Han Quercus's nose was almost crooked, no matter what else, even the net weight of this gold lock was half a tael of gold, and according to one tael of gold and ten taels of silver, it was more than two taels of silver. What's more, the coral bead was more than a hundred taels of silver; On the workmanship of this lock piece alone, a full hundred blessing characters are engraved in a few inches, and none of the fonts are the same. This black-hearted thing saw that he was a child who didn't understand anything, so he bullied him with a clear conscience!

Han Oak sneered: "Give me back the lock, I don't deserve it!" ”

The sharp-beaked monkey cheeks were annoyed and ashamed, retracted his hand, grabbed the lock plate and put it into his arms, and scolded in his mouth: "Where did you come from, I don't know where you stole this thing!" Don't get out of here! If I continue to be long-winded, grandpa, I will report to the official! Discipline beats you to death! ”

After turning his head and retracting from the counter, he beckoned the two biao-shaped guards to come out, one in each hand, picked up the Han Quercus and the little monk and threw them out of the door. The little monk's face was flushed with anger, and he clenched his fists and wanted to make a move, but was stopped by Han Quercus's eyes. The two of them were thrown out of the door with a roll, and it took a long time to get up, make a frightened look, and leave crying.

After crossing this street, Han Oak wiped his face, pulled up the little monk and said, "Let's go, let's eat first." ”

He found a shop that sold steamed buns, and counted out forty dollars to buy twenty steamed buns. The fist-sized bun little monk ate five in one go, and Han Oak ate three by himself. The rest of the oak wrapped up the leaves of the tree, carried them in his arms, and dragged the little monk straight to a dilapidated small pharmacy on the corner of the street.

A small bag of fine spices, heavenly fairies and seven centies spent all the money on Han Quercus. Han Quercus didn't expect this small packet of medicine to be so expensive. He thought about it, pulled the little monk and walked slowly, and before he had gone far, he saw a person he was looking for.

This is a real little rice flower, the dirt on his body can be several catties thick, and he can't see the color on his face, only the two eyeballs are still pitch black. He was leaning against a wall on a street corner, lazily basking in the sun.

Han Que took out a meat bun and handed it to him, he just took it lazily, and he was not busy eating, but put it in his arms, and stretched out his hand to Han Oak: "Is there anything else?" ”

Han Oak said: "I gave you a bun, why don't you eat it but put it away?" If you don't eat it, why should I give you a second one? ”

The little beggar said lazily, "If you give me a second bun, I will keep the first one for dinner; If you don't give me the second bun, then I'll eat the first. It's stupid to have me say such a simple thing. ”

As he spoke, he took out the bun from his bosom and ate it again.

Han Li laughed: "Call me stupid, you are the first one." However, how about you do something for me, and I still have buns for you? ”

In the back alley of the back door of the pawnshop, a fat cook was struggling to lift a bucket of water from the well at the corner of the street, when a little beggar rushed over and knocked the cook on the head. A bucket of water was also spilled in half. The cook was knocked and slipped on the stone floor by the well railing, and she couldn't get up for a long time. In his mouth, he scolded the eight generations of the little beggar's ancestors. At this time, a little monk passed by, kindly helped her up, and said shyly: "Auntie, I see that your waist seems to be flashing, let me help you carry the water back." He kindly sent the cook into the door, and Shi Shiran left in the kitchen's thousand thanks.

It was easy to wait until night fell, and three small black shadows slipped down the wall to the back door of the cook's house. One of the taller shadows took the two shorter ones down the back door to a dog hole, and the first one took out a few meat buns and broke them, poured a few drops of potion into them, shook his hands and threw them into the dog hole. I could hear the sound of several big dogs grabbing food from the wall. The three of them waited silently, and sure enough, within a few breaths, they heard a few sounds of "poof, poof". Presumably the vicious dogs were put down.

These three people are naturally Han Oak, Little Monk and Little Beggar. Oak took the lead and got into the dog's hole with great familiarity. He has done this dog hole since he was a child, and he really specializes in the art industry.

The little monk followed closely, he was in some trouble, although he was small, but he was full of flesh, if the little beggar hadn't kicked him in the ass from behind, he would have been stuck in this dog hole. Finally, the little beggar slipped in. The three straightened up and looked at the path, and ran straight to the largest house. When he got closer, Han Quercus quickly climbed on the little monk's shoulder, peeked in through the crack in the window, and heard only the deafening snoring in the house, and the master slept so much that he didn't know what to do.

Han Oak smiled and took out the streamer, and began to pry the door bolt in a big way, but no one heard the movement. Han Li said in his heart: This old monk has done a reliable thing. It turned out that when Han Quercus was coerced by the sea medicine, he hated his current powerlessness, and after seeing the little monk's skills, he became more and more eager to practice kung fu, at least, to ensure his personal safety, right?

In the past few days in the mountains, Han Oak began to read the book given by the old monk, and was surprised that the last article of the book turned out to be a poison scripture, which contained a lot of poison formulas. The sweat medicine used this time is just the simplest of them.