Shen Shi, also known as Feeding Time, because it is close to evening, and it is the time of the last meal of ordinary people, so it is also named Xishi.

At this time, smoke rises from every household in the city, and all kinds of fragrances fill the air, and even those who have just eaten a meal are easy to be aroused again.

However, there is a strange thing in Bingzhou City, that is, during the Shen period, there were not many people eating in major restaurants and restaurants, but there were many customers in the teahouse.

For example, young men who have worked in the city for a day like to buy a few steamed buns in the restaurant near the teahouse, and then take the steamed buns to the teahouse to ask for a pot of hot tea.

There are many people who even say that if they don't go to the teahouse every day to drink a bowl of hot tea with no taste and no color, then today's copper plate is not at ease in their arms.

Only after this is done will the men go home with peace of mind and give the money to their mother-in-law to support the family.

When Song Mian arrived at the teahouse, Shen Shi had just passed, and it was not yet a moment of unitary time.

There were no more and no less guests in the teahouse, there were seven or eight people, occupying three tables. The crowd spoke in a loud voice, and Song Mian could hear it just now. It's not loud either, just not annoying.

Listening to the short words of their parents, Song Mian's expression seemed to be a little lighter.

"What, Zhang Yuanwai and their family are also interested in building a yard?" Seeing Song Mian eavesdropping with interest, the guy couldn't help but muttered softly when serving tea.

Song Mian rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "The sages of the previous dynasty mentioned family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs countless times, which seemed to be a simple seven words, but put family affairs in the first place, do you know the intention......

Just saying this, Song Mian stopped. It's not that he doesn't know how to continue, it's that the teahouse guy's expression makes him in the mood to continue.

Telling this kind of truth to such bad people is no less than playing the piano to a cow.

Seeing that Song Mian didn't speak, and the guy wasn't embarrassed, he smiled and said, "Do you want to make steamed buns, I'm quite familiar with the next door, and I can bring a few good steamed buns over with safekeeping." ”

Song Mian couldn't cry or laugh, and he happened to be a little hungry, so he nodded and let the guy go to get the bun.

After a while, the man came back with the bun. Four big meat buns, seven big money, two people and two each.

Of course, it should have been eight big money, but it was all from the neighbors, and the seller of the bun left him with a copper plate.

"Eat as much as you want, give me ten big dollars when you're done, and I won't ask you more." Xu is meat bun tastes good, Song Mian laughed and teased the guy and cheated on his money again.

The two of them were talking, and the tea drinkers at the tables ate and drank about the same, so they left a few copper plates at each table and went home.

The guy hurriedly went over and put the copper plate into his arms, and then returned to Song Mian's side and sat down, eating meatloaf while looking at Song Mian with blank eyes.

If he hadn't known that this guy wanted copper plates, Song Mian would probably have thought of some unspeakable things when he was stared at with this eye.

Hurriedly touched ten copper plates from his arms, but he didn't expect the guy to be satisfied, looked at Song Mian, and pointed to the teapot.

Song Mian couldn't smile bitterly, so he had to take out three more copper plates from his arms and hand them to the young man.

After collecting enough copper plates, the man happily put all the copper coins back on the cabinet. Dancing God eBook

After doing this thing that made him feel very happy, he walked to Song Mian's side and sat down. This time, the guy didn't rush to pick up the meat bun, but just looked at Song Mian, who was still eating the meat bun, and stopped talking a little.

He didn't speak, but Song Mian spoke first: "I'm going out of the city before closing the city gate tonight, you find me a reliable car, I'm going to go to the party." ”

The guy just didn't have the courage to tell him about the thing he had been thinking about for a day, so he hurriedly got up and answered when he heard Song Mian's words.

But just as he was about to go out, Song Mian said again: "You don't have to go to the restaurant." ”

Hearing this, the guy was stunned, then turned around, and saw Song Mian nodding with a smile, not angry, the guy still asked in disbelief: "Really?" ”

When Song Mian nodded with a smile again, the guy was relieved and rushed out.

Looking at the happy appearance of the guy, Song Mian was also a little happy.

Yes, the happiness of bad people is as simple as that. As long as there are copper coins, as long as you can live, it is a great thing.

However, there are always people who want to die.

The guy who opened the teahouse didn't want to open a restaurant, but someone else had to open it.

Teahouses, restaurants, and two businesses also represent two dangers in the system of bad people......

After all, no pain, no gain, no risk, no benefit.

Drinking the tea that was about to fade out, I don't know why Song Mian was a little drunk.

It was almost a stick of incense before the guy returned to the teahouse with a handlebar. However, after coming back, the guy was not as happy as when he left before, but he still looked a little guilty.

Song Mian could guess a rough idea of what he thought, but Song Mian didn't break it, he just talked to himself about going out of the city overnight to the party.

Going out of town at night is always a little more expensive than during the day. Song Mian didn't care, but just instructed the handlebar to prepare for the car, wait for him near the city gate, and sent the handlebar away.

"You don't have to think too much, in a peaceful and prosperous world, someone always has to enjoy the ...... of peace" After saying this, Song Mian left the teahouse.

He didn't finish the sentence, and he didn't say half of it. That is, all bad people can't lose their lives for this peaceful and prosperous world.

Bad people are also human beings, and who wants to die for no reason.

But no one can explain why these precarious bad people care more about the yellow and white things that life does not bring and death do not bring away than ordinary people.

Even Song Mian, the initiator, didn't understand......

After leaving the teahouse, Song Mian walked along the street to the Bingzhou Yamen, first said hello to Hui Yue, and then asked the time of the letterhead, and then told Hui Yue that he would rush to the party overnight.

Although there was some surprise Song Mian's hurry, Huiyue was not very flustered. After all, Song Mian had already told him a lot of words that were enough to reassure him before, and Di Renjie was also on the way back, so Huiyue had nothing to worry about.

Maybe the only thing that worried him a little was the safety of Song Mian who rushed overnight.