As usual, the morning in Bingzhou City was no different because Song Mian moved.

On the slightly deserted streets, except for the hurried passers-by, there are those men who get up early to forage for food.

And Song Mian is one of the men who get up early to forage for food.

With his hands behind his back, facing the sunrise, Song Mian swayed and bought a few meat buns on the street at random, and asked for a big bowl of gruel from a porridge shop, so he walked into a teahouse with gruel in his left hand and meat bun in his right hand.

The guy in the teahouse is also eating, and like Song Mian, it is also gruel with meat buns, but what is better than Song Mian is that in addition to these two, the guy also has a plate of small pickles.

However, after Song Mian came, there was no way for the guy to enjoy that plate of pickles alone.

It's enjoyment, it's all luxury.

In the buddy's stunned expression, Song Mian very embarrassedly picked up the plate of pickles, and poured them all into his big bowl, not even a drop of soup left for the guy.

Seeing that the pickles were all integrated into the gruel under Song Mian's stirring, the guy wanted to cry without tears.

slapped the table hard, and before he could say anything, he heard Song Mian say: "Don't talk nonsense, otherwise you won't want to eat your meat bun." ”

The meat bun was specially bought by the guy today to reward himself, and Song Mian snatched it.

The man moved the meat bag away from Song Mian, and then said, "I went out last night." ”

"Nonsense, the master has wasted so much effort, if you still can't get out, don't think about eating this meat bun." As he spoke, Song Mian stretched out his hand to grab the meat bun.

The guy didn't fight, and he didn't do anything, just stared at Song Mian with an aggrieved face, as if he was a resentful woman in the boudoir. Song Mian's scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but retract his hand and scratch his scalp.

Taking advantage of this gap, the guy quickly stuffed the meat bun that he was going to taste slowly one bite at a time into his mouth, and took a big sip with a big bowl, and then said: "I stared at that monk for a night, and he was indeed crazy." The one surnamed Wang, I threw it out before dawn. ”

"Well, what else?" Song Mian answered softly.

"There is no movement on Li Siwei's side, except for guarding filial piety and going to the grave to sweep the grave, he doesn't do anything else. The relatives and friends who came to the city to help a few days ago have almost left in the past two days, and now there is a nephew at his house to help take care of them, and in addition, there is only one old mother. ”

"Old mama?" Song Mian repeated, and glanced at the guy with some puzzlement.

The guy nodded, frowned, and said, "It's the one from Big Stone Lane, I don't know how I came back." ”

"Check it again and see why she came back......" As soon as he finished speaking, Song Mian stopped, thought about it, and changed his words: "That's it, you don't have to worry about this matter, I'll make another arrangement." ”

Naturally, there is no one, man, and more is better than less. For people like him, if one less thing is done, the possibility of identity exposure is smaller, and it can be more long-term.

As the saying goes, the water flows forever.

But it's a pity that he wanted to take advantage of Song Mian's frowning to secretly steal the meat stuffing that Song Mian didn't eat, but he didn't know that as soon as the chopsticks were stretched out, he was glared at by Song Mian fiercely.

With a laugh, the guy immediately changed the topic and said, "What should I do about the shipwreck?" ”

Although it is a pot that is not opened, this matter is indeed a troublesome matter. Not only Song Mian felt troublesome, but Wanzhou also felt troublesome. Dream Island Library

According to the news that just came from Wanzhou, the gang disappeared without a trace overnight. Originally, Wanzhou couldn't help but stare at it for fear of being discovered, but now that the person ran away, it was even more difficult to find.

And although this letter was sent this morning, it is still seven days from Wanzhou to Bingzhou, and even if the post road used by bad people is fast, it will take three days.

That means that Wang Laosan had just been taken down by him, and Wanzhou received the news......

Frowning and thinking for a moment, Song Mian said: "Reply to Wanzhou, loose on the outside and tight on the inside." ”

The guy was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "I'm going to reply?" ”

Seeing Song Mian nodded, the guy jumped up from the stool excitedly, and then turned around and rushed into the backyard......

"What the hell is going on?" Song Mian shook his head, couldn't figure it out for a while, so he simply didn't want to, and after throwing two copper coins on the table, he left the teahouse.

said that he could not figure it out for a while, but after returning to Yizhuang, looking at the empty Yizhuang, he remembered this headache again.

Judging from the current situation, it is even less likely that Wang Laosan is an accomplice. After all, this guy stabbed out about the bureaucrats before, and then almost died in Wanzhou. But if he is not an accomplice of the bureaucrats, why should he cover up the shipwreck?

"Don't you think this stall is mixed enough?" Song Mian muttered to himself.

But then, he was stunned.

Muddy the water and fish in troubled waters. This kind of-stirring stick-like approach, the more I think about it, the more familiar it becomes.

"It seems that the past two years have been too idle......"

"What's not to be idle? Old Song, what are you talking about? Song Mian was muttering, and a person walked in from outside the door. Although there was still fear on his face, he dared to speak, and it was Huang Hong who came to pass the word.

Song Mian was too lazy to take care of Huang Hong, his eyelids were not raised, and he asked casually: "Why, dare to come over if you are timid?" ”

"The sky is blue, what dare not." Huang Hong glanced at his mouth, still hard-mouthed. Anyway, the sun was so big at noon, but I hadn't heard of any ghosts.

Seeing that Song Mian no longer paid attention to him, Huang Hong became two points bolder, and took advantage of Song Mian's closed eyes to quietly lean forward to Song Mian for a few minutes, ready to shout a good voice to scare and scare this strange person who always scares him.

How do you know that Huang Hong just opened his mouth, and before he could make any sound, he saw Song Mian, who was still squinting just now, suddenly his eyes widened, and he shouted in horror: "Ghost~"

As soon as the two words came out, although the sound was not loud, Huang Hong, who was also frightened, fled in panic, like a frightened rabbit, and there was no shadow.

Song Mian pursed his lips, only feeling bored.

After a while, someone came again, but this time it was not Huang Hong. Huang Hong, who finally had the courage to fatten up, was said by Song Mian to say that he didn't want to come over, so he had to beg Xiao Su to come over.

"If you join the army, please go to the Yamen." Xiao Su didn't care whether Song Mian was really sleeping or pretending to sleep, he walked to Song Mian's side and said to himself.

"Brother Su~" Song Mian was also bored enough, at this time, he actually learned Huang Hong, and shouted Xiao Su delicately.

If Huang Hong's delicate appearance is just disgusting, then Song Mian's orchid fingers and blinking this flattering look simply make Xiao Su Xiang die.