Although the fog is small, the vast land cannot be reached by mortals in their entire lives. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know if it's a coincidence or deliberately, the small city in front of me is also called Wucang.

When it was past noon, the official road outside the city was bustling with pedestrians.

In the grass pile by the roadside, the boy had just woken up from sleep, and he was still hanging on his lips. Before dawn, he carried the medicine bag into the city, and he didn't know what the gatekeeper was crazy about, and he said that he would let him in in the afternoon. Looking at the city gate, he stretched his waist and sighed: "Time, my life! ”

The boy is called Mengzhuang, he has just turned fourteen years old, and he grew up eating hundreds of meals in Mengjiazhuang outside the city, and his body is very healthy and powerful. It's a pity that the girls in the village don't look down on him, thinking that his waist is too thin, easy to sprain, and not easy to raise, which makes him puzzled.

It's still a girl from Baifenglou, as long as you have money, it doesn't matter if you have a brisket or a bee loin.

"Angry buns!" Passing by the steamed bun shop, seeing the shopkeeper shouting with steamed buns, Meng Zhuang almost laughed off his big teeth. Nima, who is obviously the head of the nest, insists on shouting it as a bun.

"Half a catty is eight taels!" Zhu Butcher was very busy today, so busy arguing with people, he didn't even bother to chase after the wild dog took away his large intestine.

Speaking of Zhu Butcher, this person is the most 'hateful', and every time he sees him, he has to throw a bone. It's a hate, I didn't lose it today, in fact, the bones were quite fragrant when I took them back to make soup.

Lose it, you keep throwing it! Meng Zhuang looked at it.

Yitiange, it's all tears when you talk too much. After some bargaining, hundreds of catties of medicinal materials, the shopkeeper finally gave a soul coin and five silver coins. Meng Zhuang counted the silver money handed over by the other party, and almost didn't break his head.

Exploitation, naked exploitation, and making excuses that there is a scalp smell, and the quality is not up to par.

"Alas!"

Walked out of the Medical Heaven Pavilion aggrievedly, Meng Zhuang went into the wine shop opposite with a sad face, he wanted to borrow wine to kill his sorrows. angrily pulled out a silver coin from his hand and slapped it on the cabinet with a 'snap', which made the old man Mo who was dozing jump up in shock.

Old man Mo opened his eyes and just wanted to scold, but when he saw that it was him, he hurriedly said, "You kid, you can't do it." ”

"Huh! Uncle Mo, drinking, the old rules. Even though he didn't have much money to sell medicine, he still had to bring some wine to the three old men in the family.

"What kind of mountain goods did you bring today?" Passing over the wine jug and looking around, Old Man Mo asked enthusiastically.

"Medicinal herbs!" Seeing that he was a little disappointed, Meng Zhuang added a sentence with a wicked taste, and said, "I came too much in the morning, and the donkey whip will be brought to you next time." ”

"Stinky boy, be quiet." Under the murderous gaze of the old man, Meng Zhuang picked up the pot of wine and fled.

Walking on the street, he found that not only did the city gate open late, but even the soldiers patrolling the city had increased a lot.

On the way, I met Widow Zhang, who cried to him with snot and tears, saying that it was strictly forbidden for gangsters to carry 'murder weapons' into the city, and those Qiu Ba touched her to the bottom.

Alas! After looking his whole body up and down, Meng Zhuang sighed, Auntie, do you have 'breasts'? Forget it, look at her pitiful, let's comfort and comfort her.

The gorgeously dressed young man who came to him, looking at his slightly chubby figure, Meng Zhuang always felt a little familiar. Behind him, a group of dogs were showing off their might, and the pedestrians retreated when they saw it, and Meng Zhuang had no choice but to carry the wine jug to the side.

"Get out of here!" An uncle couldn't avoid it and blocked the middle of the road.

"I've blinded your dog's eyes, dare to stain my master's clothes and kick you to death." Meng Zhuang could see clearly that the man was only a little slower, and he didn't touch any of them. However, the purple-clothed young man who spoke did not relent, and raised his leg to gently kick the buttocks. Seeing his fierce appearance, Meng Zhuang subconsciously stepped back again.

"Pong!" The wine jug exploded, and the elixir spilled on the ground, splashing the purple-clothed young man's body.

"Muma!" Meng Zhuang was stunned, a little incredulous, what is this mud horse and this wine pot made of, he actually chose to blow himself up. Passers-by were also stunned, and their eyes looking at him were full of sympathy, all of which looked like he was begging for more blessings.

"Haha!" Just when everyone thought that the young man in purple was about to go crazy, a loud laugh broke their eyes.

"Brother Meng Zhuang, you're here again. I don't see you for a day, like every three autumns! ”

"Haha!"

"Brother Lu Mang, it turned out to be you! I haven't seen you for three years, you're fat again! ”

A bear hug, the two of them laughed from ear to ear. I haven't seen each other in three years, so I really want to. Just as soon as he touched his pocket, Meng Zhuang grinned in distress. Well, this medicine is sold for nothing today.

Lu Mang, fourteen years old, the young master of the City Lord's Mansion, is only one day younger than Meng Zhuang. Xu is because he left his mother at a young age, and this guy especially likes to hang out with women older than him. When he was seven years old, by an unexpected opportunity, Meng Zhuang was lying on the wall of Baihualou to watch the girls taking a bath and was bumped into by him.

Thinking back then, the two of them said, "Writing can control Lori, and from Rong Wushan to the people." "It is popular all over the country, and I don't know how many promising people have been damaged.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and a guy who was known as Mengjiazhuang's 'loved by everyone, and flowers bloomed' was beaten by the old man in the village. And another guy who is known as Wucang "people run when they see people, and flowers fade" was also grounded by his father for three years.

Today is the day when Lu Mang was 'released from prison', but he didn't expect to meet his brother and sister as soon as he went on the street, which made him excitedly forget that he was still on bail.

"Let's go, Baihualou!"

"If you don't go, you won't be allowed to go in the future." As people grow up, Meng Zhuang has realized what kind of place Baihualou is. Now when he recalls his childhood, he is ashamed.

"Huh! Okay, listen to Brother Meng Zhuang. Lu Mang's promise was quite refreshing, and the two of them seemed to have a heart, and their eyes were facing each other, and they both blushed.

"Today is the day of your liberation, I can't be stingy as a big brother, go, Yi Fangge will pick up the wind for you."

Yifang Pavilion, a total of three floors, is located next to Wucang Square.

Speaking of the Yifang Pavilion with carved eaves and paintings, everyone in the foggy city knows it. The expensive meals are one of them, and the singers and dancers in each box are the main factors that make it famous.

At this time, in the Tianzi box on the second floor, the female concubine stopped singing and dancing, and did not dare to continue, for fear of disturbing the guests, so she waited quietly on the side.

Meng Zhuang and Lu Mang had already drunk Jiutan Township, Lu Mang lay down, and Meng Zhuang was still awake.

At dusk, the sun shines at night, and the last afterglow of the sky shines through the carved windows. Meng Zhuang stood up, walked to the window, and said, "It's a good countryman to get drunk, why can't I get drunk." ”

"That's Childe, you drink a lot." The female concubine behind him smiled: "Look, isn't this son who came with you drunk?" ”

"Because he has a homeland."

"Childe is really good at laughing, who doesn't have a hometown."

I didn't know how to explain it, Meng Zhuang simply didn't answer, and directly took out a soul coin from Lu Mang's pocket and rewarded her. Summoned the guards who entered the city lord's mansion, handed Lu Mang into their hands, took a jar of Xiangyun drunk, and Meng Zhuang returned to the village.

Along the way, he was thinking about one thing, and Lu Mang told him one thing before he got drunk, and he was very excited. But for some reason, I was very annoyed, confused, and couldn't even see the way forward.

A pot of township clouds drunk, he took three steps and licked, two steps and a drink, and before he knew it, he had drunk to the door of his house.

"Stinky boy, where's the wine?" Very happy, several old men ran out to meet him without sleeping.

This night, Mengjiazhuang mourned, ghosts cried and wolves howled.