Huang Baohu is indeed old, his hands are like dead pine branches, there are not a few white hairs left, slightly rickety, and a pair of dragon head crutches, if it were not for the shrewdness and old spicy in his eyes, how to look like the neighbor old man who carried the cage bird. Huang Baohu is more than eighty years old this year, relying on the foundation he fought hard when he was young, he can still eat half a catty of meat every day, drink two taels of liquor, and go up to the sixth floor without stopping to breathe.

The glory of Huang Baohu was more than 30 years ago, and if you push it forward, he was the number one person in the Northeast 50 years ago. When it comes to family background, he can't compare with Mr. Liang. Mr. Liang was born with a golden key, and he worked as a big car shop guy for 20 years, and he didn't live a little like a person until he was 30 years old.

The big car shop is a simple inn for the traders who run the big car to spend the night in the early years, and they are often set up on the side of the traffic artery, with a large kang in the earthen house, open and large rooms, and a kang can sleep more than 20 people. There were few facilities, there was a wooden table, a few stools, at most two washbasins, towels and pancreas.

In front of the big car shops in Kanto, there is a banner that is a sign of the industry, and the shape is a bit like a basket. A small store has to hang one guise, and a large store has to hang three. Red paper wrapped around, sticky paper flower strips, far away look very conspicuous, before the literacy of people not many, especially the big car, generally only recognize the pretense does not read.

Huang Baohu likes to eat flatbread with pig's head meat and drink cabbage and potato soup, which is also a habit left in the big car shop when he was young. The food in the big car shop is very simple, the first is cornmeal flatbread, pancakes or something, cabbage, potatoes and radish stewed in a big pot, and tofu is considered a good meal. Buy a few taels of pig's head meat, it has to be the time of the New Year's holiday. Huang Baohu has eaten cabbage and potatoes all his life, he has eaten since he was eight years old when he was a buddy, and he was still eating when he was the king of the mountain, and later became the famous Huang Hu Ye of the three eastern provinces, and he can still see the big stew of cabbage and potatoes on the dinner table.

The big car shop has the most mixed people, in addition to the big car, there are craftsmen from all walks of life. Most of the people who run the rivers and lakes are "gold trading", "Han trading", "eating silk buns", "hanging children" and so on. Gold trading is fortune-telling, swinging, and fiddling with Qimen; Han trading is a stall selling plasters; Eating dreadlocks is an artist who tells stories and sings; The hanger is a trick. Those who saw pots and bowls, those who carried and sold goods, those who were willing to make big leaves (reselling local products), and those who picked in the mountains (reselling mountain goods), these hawkers also lived in big car shops. Poor people looking for medical treatment, countrymen suing lawsuits, juggling shadow puppets, and even passing flowers can all be found in the big car shop. What's more, there are as many black and white people as there are in the big car shop.

The spies of the government put on makeup and waited in the big car shop to pick up clues, the bandits divided the red and prepared for the cat winter, the big car shop is where they live permanently, and the pheasants who secretly prostitutes are also soliciting business in the big car shop, the poorer the place, the better this kind of business is.

Therefore, the business of the big car shop is not open by anyone, in addition to having money, the shopkeeper must also be a master who steps on black and white, the three religions and nine streams have to be friends, and the one who can coordinate all parties is this Huang Hu Ye, who eats a meal at home, and the tiger skin flag hanging in the living room is actually gone! This tiger skin flag is the signboard of the Yellow Plague Tiger, and the tiger skin flag hanging in the whole Northeast is his industry, and this hand is tantamount to smashing it Huang someone's signboard. And his mansion seems to be full of loopholes and loose guards, but in fact, the hidden weapons are all over the inside and outside, and the open and dark sentinels are on duty day and night, so they took away their tiger skin flag in broad daylight, which is not what a master is.

Naturally, it won't be someone else who does this work, Su Haihari is a little proud, taking this flag is exciting enough, difficult enough, and now this tiger skin flag in the northeast is on himself, he uses it as a leather jacket around his body, covered with a coat, and he can't see it at all! Su Haihari didn't plan to go far, tomorrow at noon, he still had to hold a flag to find the Yellow Plague Tiger.

The housekeeper in Huang Baohu's family was already in a hurry, and he was responsible for most of this matter, so he was naturally anxious. Huang Baohu is scheming in the end, he is a person who has experienced a big scene, this kind of thing is by no means strange, nor is it the hands and feet of ordinary thieves. After thinking about it, there are such means of stealing doors and buying high. But he guards the northeast and never deals with thieves, and as for Gao Mai, he has only heard some rumors, since he has no relationship, how can he offend them? Besides, the Outer Eight Elements are now declining more and more, and there is no reason to offend their own local tyrants.

Wait, Gao Mai Yi, Huang Baohu seems to have remembered something, Dai Junchou seems to have a good relationship with Gao Mai, I'm afraid this matter is inseparable from him. Thinking of this section, Huang Wenhu told the housekeeper not to make a noise, and this incident should not have happened. He was sure that within three days, someone would come to his door.

Su Haihari waited for three days, and the next morning he ran to the mansion of the Yellow Plague Tiger, relying on the tiger skin flag in his hand, and broke in all the way unimpeded. None of the guards knew that Master Huang's tiger skin flag had been lost, and they thought that this twenty-year-old young man was a distinguished guest invited by the master, and no one dared to stop him. Waiting for Su Haihari to trot all the way into the living room of the Huang Mansion, he was just in time for Huang Huye to have breakfast. Pork head meat rolled in pancakes, a large bowl of millet porridge, and a few roasted white potatoes are bubbling with the slightest aroma. Huang Baohu didn't look up, his mouth was rustling, Su Haihari was young in the end, he didn't have a bottom in his heart, and he didn't even eat breakfast before he came over. At this time, watching Huang Huanhu eat happily, his stomach growled. Su Haihari didn't say hello, pulled out a chair by himself, sat opposite Huang Baohu, picked up a pancake, it was still hot, picked up a few pieces of pig's head meat, and ate it in three or five bites. The white potatoes actually roasted with the flavor of chestnuts, and Su Haihari ate three in one go, and he choked a little.