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cpa300_4; On that day, Tianbao opened up a different dimension, but in the end he was too weak to support it, and just sent Ling Yang to the Southern Dynasty separated by a mountain from Changqiu. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as Ling Yang came out of the deep mountains and old forests, he found a few passers-by and asked about the local situation.

Ling Yang sent Jindalai and the waiter out of the door, changed into a set of clean and warm clothes, ate a meal in a hurry, and after being full, he raised Erlang's legs and hummed a small song, leaned comfortably on the chair and picked his teeth, and quickly analyzed the whereabouts of Chu Wanyi and Tianbao in his head, estimating that it would not be too far from Jiangjie City, but he didn't know where they had gone.

Ling Yang is most worried about the little girl, seeing that the atmosphere of eating dog meat here is so strong, the little girl is fat and strong, it is good to land in the deep mountains and old forests, maybe he can rely on his body to be strong, and barely catch a few hares and pheasants to mix with food and clothing. If he happened to cross over to the back kitchen of a dog meat restaurant, Ling Yang couldn't dare to think about it anymore.

Ling Yang pondered for half an hour before he pressed the service bell and asked the waiter, "Are you married?" ”

The waiter was wearing a gorgeous long skirt unique to the Southern Dynasty, and she looked good, and she had already learned from the boss that Ling Yang was a rich second generation with deep pockets, and she thought that Ling Yang wanted to pick her own exotic flower, so she blushed and said, "I'm already married!" ”

Ling Yang rolled his eyes and stuffed the remaining set of clothes into the waiter's hand: "The guest I invited hasn't come yet, please prepare another table of the same noodle dishes for me, and five bottles of the best soju, this set of clothes will be regarded as your hard work!" ”

The people of the Southern Dynasty were generally poor, and the waiter saw that Ling Yang was generous, and he couldn't put it down for this set of high-end material clothes and pants, and just lied that he was married, but he didn't want to sell his body. The waiter liked this outfit very much, and thought that he could take it home and give it to his brother to wear, or sell it at the market, and it would also be able to subsidize the family for a while.

Ling Yang hit the right one, the Southern Dynasty gave tips to service personnel prevailed, some gave money directly, there was no change for a while, and there were many gadgets to send with them, although it was not very common to send clothes, but it was not so eye-catching.

Seeing the mess of cups and plates on the table, the waiter playfully stuck out his tongue, secretly surprised by Ling Yang's heavy appetite, but still bowed politely: "Please wait a moment, I'll go and prepare!" ”

The chefs in the restaurant are all familiar with the craft, all kinds of ingredients are ready, and the dog meat has already been cooked to eight medium rare, and it only took ten minutes to bring the dishes up.

The waiter saw that the wooden door of the private room was closed tightly, knocked for a long time, and did not see Ling Yang open the door, or the waiter was bold, pushed the door of the box open a small crack, and looked inside, only to see that there was no trace of the guests in the box, the window hole was open, and the cold wind poured in, and even several sets of exquisite tableware and four bottles of high-end soju on the table disappeared with the disappeared guests.

The waiter invited the boss of Jindalai upstairs with a bitter voice, only to see that on the wall of the box, the guest dipped his fingers in the vegetable soup and wrote a line of big characters: The owner of Jindalai Hotel has done a lot of evil, and the little brother has come to take a little ill-gotten gains. Sincerely, Qian Duoduo.

Ling Yang deliberately left this paragraph, in order to deliberately point the finger at the boss Jindalai, so as not to lose the jobs of the innocent service staff.

Jindalai set up a table of noodles and four bottles of good wine, and bought two sets of clothes out of his own pocket, beating his chest and feet, wanting to cry without tears. Ling Yang had already slipped away from a long distance, found a small market at random, exchanged some change for utensils and soju, and put it in his pocket, and his heart was somewhat stable.

Ling Yang wandered around the street for an afternoon, and felt that the citizens of Jiangjie were simple, although it was a border trade city, most of the people who flew and swaggered through the market here were also the children of wealthy businessmen who came to do business from abroad, driving luxury cars one by one, and the beautiful female companions around them wore gold and silver, and learned enough of the vulgar face of the nouveau riche.

The local Southern Dynasty people in Jiangjie are all dressed plainly, most of them ride bicycles, and there are sturdy canvas bags hanging on the handlebars, which contain lunch boxes and water bottles, and everyone's face is full of an inexplicable vitality, which is a kind of yearning for a better life in the future through solid hard work, and there are few such flamboyant and decadent as the faces of the children of the rich.

Ling Yang turned around a few circles and had a general understanding of Jiangjie City.

Whether it is the large and small shops in the streets and alleys, or the houses of the bungalows, the portraits of the three generations of leaders are hung everywhere in the front room, just like the first ten years of China, people worship their leaders fanatically, and all the hope of the future, and the spiritual sustenance of life, are tied to the leader. Although the material life is scarce, the spiritual life is incomparably full.

Ling Yang wandered around all afternoon, the wine and meat in his stomach had already been almost digested, pinched the change in his pocket, found a stall selling steamed buns on the street, and bought a few steamed buns to satisfy his hunger.

The vendor selling steamed buns was a local, and seeing that Ling Yang was fluent in Chinese and richly dressed, he was obviously a guest from Huaguo, so he wrapped a few buns in brown paper with a smile, and added two more to Ling Yang as gifts.

However, the hawker's smile quickly solidified on his face, hugged his shoulders, and watched with a cold face as Ling Yang took out a rusty imitation silver needle, pricked it on the bun, pointed at the faintly blackened needle tip, and whispered to the vendor: "You especially want to poison me, hurry up and lose money, or I will call the police!" ”

The vendor snatched back the buns, threw the change back on Ling Yang's face, and said angrily: "I sell bean paste buns, you can eat them if you like, if you don't eat them, get out of here!" ”

Ling Yang couldn't touch the porcelain, so he had to lick the bean paste on the tip of the needle, put on a smile again, and apologized: "I see that you are selling buns here alone, and you are very bored alone, isn't this a joke with you!" ”

Ling Yang said that the vendor just stopped selling him buns, but Ling Yang couldn't, so he had to bend down and pick up the coins on the ground, turn around and leave, his back was very desolate.

Seeing Ling Yang's unyielding appearance, the peddler couldn't bear it, ran up a few steps, stuffed a hot bean paste bag into Ling Yang's hand, and said sincerely: "I see that you are young, you must have been living here to do such an unsightly thing, and you have no money to eat, right?" ”

Ling Yang nodded mechanically, looking at the bun in his hand, his heart was mixed. The hawker's voice came into his ears again: "Are you a businessman from Huaguo, who can't go home after discounting your capital?" Otherwise, you can live in my house first, give me a little money, save for a while, how can you buy a cross-border ticket home! ”