- The four in the back of the five seem to be dressed as guys in a restaurant and teahouse, and the leader is in Ruan Luo's opinion, the identity of the chief silver cabinet is obvious, and Ruan Luo usually deals with this kind of person. (Fengwu Literature Network)

The five of them walked to Wang Chi, and the middle-aged man in silk clothes who looked like the head of the shopkeeper hurriedly bowed down and laughed, raised his fists and said respectfully: Dare to ask, this is the old man Wang who came to Beijing to enjoy the spring, right?

Of course, Wang Chi nodded, and secretly smiled that Yue Yu had not walked out of the palace, and the compilation work of the thirteen seemed to be more refined.

After confirming the identity of the comer, the smile on the face of the shopkeeper in the silk suit was even brighter, and he no longer asked Ruan Luo about his identity, but made an invitation to the right with one hand, and said preconceptively: The little shopkeeper of Yuwu Pavilion is here, with four guys, to welcome the two distinguished guests. The floor in the pavilion is dusted, and the snow spring on the stove is slightly hot.

Good. Wang Chi smiled slightly, and the shopkeeper's courtesy was heavy.

Ruan Luo, who was standing half a step behind Wang Chi's side, was sluggish again at this time, and the title of the respected prince fell into his ears, knocking his eyebrows up.

And the bodyguard Ah Tong, who was standing behind Ruan Luo, heard what Wang Chi said, and he had quite an objection in his heart: Two thousand taels for a few guys in the teahouse came out to greet each other, this is not a courtesy from the other party, right? However, his son-in-law's silver bag was cut severely, which is a bit heavy.

The guard thirteen and the bodyguard Ah Ping, who were at the forefront, had already begun to issue silver tickets to the teahouse guys, two for each person, and the official banknotes of twenty taels were exchanged for silver bills, and at least sixteen or seven taels could be obtained, and the smiles on the faces of the four guys were more real, and the taste of joy at that time.

Ruan Luo, who was slowly behind Wang Chi, couldn't get up quickly, and suddenly he saw Wang Chi look back at him, and said in a very soft voice: Are you thinking about the matter of Yunxia Qianzhuang? Or should I say that you have already begun to think about the matter of the Marquis of Jinbei?

Ruan Luo's eyes lit up. I was very surprised, I didn't expect that although I didn't mention a word about my hidden thoughts, they had been understood by Wang Chi so accurately.

Facing Wang Chi's gaze. Ruan Luo moved the corners of his lips, and was quite hesitant whether to say it. He listened to Wang Chi whisper again: "That's why I just said that the thirteen flowers of silver are quite appropriate, and the sound avoidance effect of Yuwu Pavilion is very good, and chatting there is more comfortable than standing on this street."

Ruan Luo understood, didn't say anything more, just quickened his pace.

After leaving a copper coin at the wonton house, the unkempt woodcutter who walked away quickly only bypassed one street and walked to a corner of the street where there were few people. He stopped. After holding his breath and observing the surroundings for a moment, the unkempt woodcutter immediately kicked the stone onto the wall, and disappeared into the wall in an instant.

Settling in the backyard of a private house, the unkempt woodcutter walked around the main house for a quick walk. A quick glance at the four corners of the courtyard made sure that no one was there, and then his eyes swept to the location of the kitchen, and then strode away.

When crossing the threshold of the kitchen. His left hand had removed the clump of hair like withered grass from his head, and with his right hand, he rested the wood knife he was carrying on the stove, and then hooked his index finger and slashed it to his waist, and the corset cloth was loosened by the force, and the tattered linen clothes faded from the front placket. Slide down his shoulders to his right hand.

After taking off the sackcloth, the gray cloth shirt with narrow sleeves and short placket was revealed, cut and cut close-to-the-body, faintly revealing his slender and well-proportioned body. His back was straight, his arms were long and his shoulders were broad, which did not resemble the physique of a man who had been overworked all year round.

And while his right hand wrapped his hair in sackcloth, his left hand quickly picked up the wood knife resting on the stove, and struck the fire sickle that the family used to hang on the wall not far from the stove at a very fast speed, and sparks flew everywhere.

The young woodcutter, who had no unkempt hair and withered hair, stuffed the tattered shirt and wig into the stove, and then he took out a small paper bag from the narrow sleeve, poured out a black ball the size of a soybean, crushed it between his index finger and thumb, and threw it into the stove.

The pitch-black stove suddenly brightened, and a few sparks that were originally just smoking, in the blink of an eye, spit out tongues of fire as if they were a little demonized, engulfing the tattered sackcloth.

Scooped a scoop of water from the kitchen water tank, and cleaned the teeth that had not been washed for several days with the salt from the stove of this household. When the grime on the young face was washed away, the woodcutter put down a black hair tightly coiled on the top of his head, dipped his fingers in water as a comb, thinned it a few times, and then pulled out a new purple ribbon embroidered with white plum blossoms from the inside of the placket, and loosely tied the long, slightly damp hair behind his head.

Walking out of the kitchen of this family, it is difficult to find traces of firewood gatherers in the mountains on the young people who are already new. It was already early afternoon, and the clothes hanging in the backyard of the house were already dry, but the young man only glanced at the rope a few times, and made up his mind, instead of taking the clothes on the rope, he went straight to the head of the house.

With a tense wrist and a clasped thumb, the iron lock hanging from the door was like beans fried in a hot pan, and the door of the main house opened. The young man went straight in, then turned and walked into the bedroom next to the main hall, and opened the closet that stood next to the wall. His gaze swept over, and instead of taking the properly hung brocade robe, his gaze drooped slightly, and fell on a neatly folded heavy purple silk shirt in the corner of the cabinet.

Putting on the purple one, the young man instantly had a kind of businessman's temperament, and soon his eyes fell on the corner of the wardrobe, but he took a fancy to the size of the pair of mille-feuille bottom cloth shoes, which seemed to be the same size as the clothes of the man of this family, and the shoes fit well.

He bent down to get the shoes, but unexpectedly pulled out a handful of loose silver from the shoes, and the young man was slightly stunned at first, and then his habitually tight lips hooked upward. He poured out the broken silver and put it back in the corner where the shoes were kept, put the cloth shoes on, and the young man closed his closet, took the tattered cloth shoes he had been wearing, and went out of the house, and closed the door again.

As he closed the door, the young man threw the iron lock, which had just been torn open by himself with two fingers, into the corner of the yard, and a cluster of blooming wildflowers shook gently, submerging the slightly rusty lock.

Returning to the kitchen, and disposing of the tattered cloth shoes in the same order as the tattered sackcloth, the young man picked up the wood knife resting on the edge of the stove again, and stabbed it into the hearth, and made sure that the ashes, which were slightly different in color from the wood ash, had been burned out, and then he stood up straight, took two steps, and stood the wood knife next to a wood-splitting axe in the corner.

Out of the kitchen, the young man looked around the courtyard again, and suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he walked past the clothesline, and pulled a plain shirt hanging from the rope a little crookedly. When he had done this, he sighed softly with satisfaction, and finally kicked the stone up the wall again, and walked away in the direction he had come.

About half an hour after the young man left, the courtyard door of the house opened from the outside in, and a middle-aged couple walked in, but it was the main owner of the family who had gone out before noon.

The middle-aged male protagonist is slightly thin, with thin eyebrows and a long face, which shows that he should have some delicate temperament when he was a teenager. However, when people reach middle age, the corners of their mouths are no longer easy to rise, their pupils seem to be cloudy, and the expression of affection on their faces is also locked by the repeated life that lasts all day, making them mature but gradually getting old.

He walked behind the middle-aged woman, his eyes glazed over, and his face was drunk, as if he had gone to some family and friend's house at noon, and had eaten too much wine during the banquet. In contrast, the middle-aged woman looks shrewd and has a calmer complexion.

However, when the woman entered the courtyard and swept to the door of the main house, she was immediately at peace.

When we left before noon, didn't my wife tell you to lock the door?

The woman's voice was slightly louder, and the half-drunk and half-awake middle-aged man stiffened his neck when he was drunk. He finally opened his squinted eyes wider, and glanced at the padlock on the door.

After making sure that the door was not locked, the man felt a little weak, but he was afraid that his wife would roar, and he was a little unwilling to be pressed by his wife so much, so he forced a somewhat obscure voice and said: It's not that you kept urging when you left, and the husband's family may have forgotten about it...... But I remember that I locked the door, otherwise how could the key be in my hand?

The woman lowered her eyes and glanced at her hand, she had just opened the lock on the gate of the courtyard, and the key was indeed taken from her husband's hand, and she couldn't help but be slightly stunned when she thought of this.

But she quickly thought through a problem, and immediately shouted: Our lock can be locked without a key, and the key must be used when the lock is opened!

As the woman spoke, she seemed to be about to snap her husband's fingers, but as soon as one hand was halfway raised, she sighed again and lowered it gently. Glancing at her husband's drunken and red face, she only thought in her heart that she couldn't listen to anything she said to him at this time.

The woman's annoyance had just been suppressed by herself, and the corner of her eyes swept over the plain shirt hanging on the clothesline in the yard, and noticed that the crooked placket that had been washed was somehow dirty, and the fire in her heart suddenly rubbed again, and scolded: Whose domestic cat is this restless?!

Looking at the direction his wife was going, the man didn't need to open his eyes to see the dress clearly, he already knew in his heart what she was complaining about. Maybe it was because he drank wine and became angry, so he casually threw a sentence: If it's dirty, wash it again, why do you have to make a noise about everything? Are you going to catch that cat and fight with it again?

This simply adds fuel to the fire.

The woman turned around and said: You don't need to wash these clothes, and you don't feel tired standing and talking, right?

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