The sound of the quarrel was not violent, it sounded more like a one-sided scolding, but because the alley itself was a long and narrow structure, the sound traveled far in this small alley.

This is an old alley with all kinds of food stalls, although these small traders in Qingyang City do not know any advanced business principles, but over time, they can always sum up some simple experience.

For example, people like them who do small business, since they are limited by various reasons, it is impossible to make a big deal, so they must all gather together in order to make more money.

Although it seems that there will be competition between each other in buying and selling, but when they all come together, the content of the business is richer and more diverse, and it is easy to attract more diners, and the two are still far more profitable than if they were spread out alone.

Therefore, as time went by, more and more food stalls gathered in this alley, and in the end, a certain scale had been formed, and it was considered famous in the entire Qingyang City.

The large number of diners who come here every day makes the business of every vendor here thriving.

At this time, the quarrel came from one of the several food stalls in front of the alley.

Around the food stalls, several circles of idlers have gathered, constantly talking and pointing fingers.

No matter where you are, there will be no shortage of people who like to join in the fun.

For ordinary civilians, it is a good thing to have more things to talk about and things to talk about in life.

Because life doesn't really mean much to them.

Xia Fan didn't intend to pay attention to this kind of quarrel, he just took two blood servants and wanted to squeeze through the gathered crowd so that he could go to the stall that sold tofu brains.

In the process of walking through this crowded crowd, Xia Fan subconsciously glanced towards the source of the quarrel.

However, it was such a glance that made Xia Fan stop his steps directly.

The source of the quarrel was the owner of the food stall loudly scolding a young man.

In appearance, the young man should have been only thirteen or fourteen years old, and his clothes were covered with dirt, like a beggar on the street.

Although the image looked very embarrassed, the young man stood opposite the stall owner, but his waist was straight and heroic.

In the face of the stall owner's various foul words and insults, the young man was indifferent from beginning to end, but a trace of embarrassment could be faintly seen in his eyes.

However, what really attracted Xia Fan could not continue to move his steps was not the outstanding temperament of the young man, but the young man's vaguely familiar face!

"What's wrong? What's going on? What are so many people doing together! Don't you see that it has begun to affect normal traffic? ”

After Xia Fan, who stopped, carefully identified it, he was still quite uncertain in his heart, so he simply stopped guessing, but directly pushed away the onlookers who had gathered several layers in front of him arrogantly, and walked straight to the stall owner who was insulting himself, and asked with an unhappy face.

"Hey, isn't this Ershao, but you haven't been here for a while, and the big guys miss you."

The stall owner was originally scolding with anger, but after hearing Xia Fan's voice, he turned his head to look, but immediately changed his face, and his anger was instantly replaced by a flattering look, and he respectfully gave Xia Fan a salute.

Xia Fan is a frequent visitor to this old alley, and all the stall owners in the entire old alley basically know Xia Fan.

And because of his generous hand and his status is extremely noble compared to these vendors, the stall owners in this old alley don't have any ill feelings towards Xia Fan.

In addition, in the eyes of these vendors, it is really a very dignified thing for them that a person of Xia Fan's status can often come to eat the snacks they make, so when this stall owner greets, although his face is full of flattery, there is no lack of real respect.

"Less set almost, what the hell is going on? It's noon, it's not good to do business, what kind of street is scolding. ”

Xia Fan pursed his lips and said in a rather bad tone.

The stall owner didn't care about this, but felt that Xia Fan's tone sounded extremely kind, and hurriedly said respectfully: "Second Shao, you can't blame me for this, it's all the fault of this little beggar!" My soup dumplings are five big dollars a cage, and the price is clearly marked, and the whole street knows it, right? This little beggar just asked me for two cages, although I think he has no money, but we can't judge people by their appearance, so I gave it to him. As a result, when he finished eating, he didn't give me money! I also asked me for pen and ink, and said that I would write two words, which can be regarded as compensation for the bun money! ”

Speaking of the back, the stall owner's emotions became excited again: "Er Shao, do you say there is such a reason?" Two steamed buns are ten big bucks! Still write two words to compensate me for the money for the bun? Is it so reasonable to eat white food now? I was so angry that I scolded him. But this kid is so thick-skinned that no matter how much I scold, he doesn't react. ”

"I can't buy a word, even if it's a thousand taels of silver, and a tael of silver is enough to be exchanged for a hundred dollars, stall owner, I don't eat white food, and I will never take advantage of you."

The young man's slightly childish voice sounded, and although it was quite immature, it sounded extremely serious.

"Fart! If your words are really as valuable as you say, don't you have a penny on you now! If you don't learn well at a young age, you can still be so arrogant when you run out to deceive people! I've been here for six or seven years, and I've never met you so shamelessly! In short, either you give me money! Either I'll beat you up and send you to the yamen!" Let you taste the taste of prison food! ”

Listening to the young man's argument, the stall owner looked a little angry.

"What's your name?"

Xia Fan stretched out his hand to stop the stall owner's gesture as if he was about to pull his sleeves and make a move on the young man, turned his head to look at the young man and asked.

"My name is Bai Xingshu."

The young man replied calmly.

It's really him!

Xia Fan's heartbeat was half a beat faster, but the look on his face was well controlled, and there was no change in the slightest, but after looking up and down at the young man named Bai Xingshu in front of him, he gestured towards the blood river behind him.

Xuehe understood, and immediately took out a dozen large coins from the money bag and threw them to the stall owner on the side.

"I gave him the money for eating steamed buns, and the extra money will be considered compensation for your time. Okay, it's all gone, it's not a big deal, what are you doing here? ”

Xia Fan said, waving his hand around, and those who watched the excitement saw that things couldn't go on, so they also listened to Xia Fan's greeting and dispersed in a hurry.

"Oh, that's really thank you Er Shao, Er Shao, you are so merciful. I'll just say, among those old men in the entire Qingyang City, there is no better person than Ershao you. It is a great blessing for this little beggar to meet you today. ”

The small stall owner took more than a dozen coins, and when he saw that he not only did not lose money, but also made a few more for nothing, he immediately smiled and thanked him.

Xia Fan ignored him anymore, and even the young man didn't look at him anymore, turned around and walked directly towards the alley with the two blood servants.

All the while, he just asked the young man's name.

Seeing that the figures of Xia Fan and the two blood servants quickly disappeared into the crowd in the alley, the young man stood in place and was stunned, and then frowned slightly, as if he had done enough ideological struggle, then he gritted his teeth and raised his feet to chase in the direction of Xia Fan and the two blood servants