Northern Jin Dynasty

The first day of the seventh month of the thirteenth year of Liyang

Yongzhou, Tong'an Mansion, Qingyuan County

It was July, it was the scorching heat, and from early in the morning, the scorching sun in the sky began to shine unscrupulously, roasting the entire county into unbearable heat.

Huashi Street

As the gathering place of the grain store and vegetable market in Qingyuan County, there are countless rural vegetable sellers carrying vegetables into the city every day to set up stalls to sell vegetables, plus many grain shops, butcher shops, seasoning workshops, and pickle gardens on the street, this street can be called the first-class lively place in the county.

However, because the weather is hot now, there are not many people who come here to buy rice vegetables.

In the past, Huashi Street, which was full of people and busy traffic, rarely ushered in the off-season at this time, and the vendors who were not patronized on the street all took refuge in the nearby shade to escape the heat, quietly waiting for the peak of the crowd in the evening.

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South Street Entrance of Huashi Street

The third shop to the north is a butcher shop, there is no signboard on the door beam, only a banner with the word "Yan" is erected at the door, which is used to mark it and distinguish it from other butcher shops.

At this time, although there were no customers in the store, it was still busy.

Two men with similar appearances, shirtless, holding knives in both hands, clanging on the meat board chopping meat filling, next to a half-grown teenager, wearing shorts and gowns, holding burning red fire chopsticks, burning the stubble on the pig's trotters in front of him.

"Sixth son, bring a bowl of water."

Stopping his somewhat sore hands, one of the two bare-chested men wiped his sweat with a towel hanging around his neck, and then shouted at the half-grown boy.

The young man, that is, the sixth son, nodded when he heard this, put down the fire chopsticks, turned around and went to the backyard, and came over with two large bowls in his hands after a while.

"Brother Erzhuang, give, freshly drilled well water."

"Hey."

Mao Zhuang stretched out his hand to take the big bowl, raised it to his mouth, raised his head and drank it all, the cold well water slowly went down along the esophagus, and immediately dispelled most of the heat on his body.

"Brother, you can also drink saliva and rest, we have almost chopped the forty catties of Zizi that Fumanlou wanted, and it will definitely be delivered on time before dark, and it is not too late to slow down and dry."

Mao Zhuang stuffed the tea bowl into the hands of his eldest brother Mao Jiang, who was born with his compatriots, and opened his mouth to persuade.

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"Well, then take a break."

Mao Jiang looked at the large stack of lotus leaves wrapped in lotus leaves in the shade next to him, and finally stopped the knife in his hand.

The sixth son was very discerning and fetched a basin of water from the backyard, asked the Mao brothers to wipe their faces with a towel, and the three of them began to sit down and rest, while chatting about the interesting things that happened on Huashi Street in the past two days.

Well, it is said that the three of them are chatting and gossiping, but in fact, most of them are said by the six sons and the Mao brothers.

Liuzi is a butcher shopkeeper, and he has to run errands everywhere every day to deliver meat, and the news is naturally better than the two knives and knives who are in the butcher shop all day long and chop meat.

The three of them were talking happily, and five or six strong men with big shoulders and round waists suddenly poured in outside the butcher shop.

These strong men are all dressed in black silk coats, leggings, and buffalo belts around their waists, with fierce expressions, and they don't look like good stubble.

The brothers of the Mao family and the sixth son sell meat on this Huashi street all day long, and they have dealt with each other, and when they saw this posture, they immediately realized that something was wrong.

Mao Jiang, as the eldest of the three and the backbone with the most stable personality, reacted quickly, quietly gave the sixth son a look, and pulled his younger brother Mao Zhuang to slowly retreat to the inside of the meat case.

There are two of the most lethal bone cripping knives in the butcher's shop.........

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Here, the sixth son also saw the look that Mao Jiang gave him, and although he was a little timid, he still dared to meet the door of the store.

"How many masters, do you want to buy meat? We have everything, fatty loin, pork ribs, elbows, pig's trotters, pig's head and pig's ears, if you want to order shredded meat or something, we can also cut it for you. ”

Liuzi smiled on his face and introduced the products of the butcher shop with a very enthusiastic attitude.

The leader of the strong men in black is a tall and fat, fleshy beard, dressed in a standard black silk coat under his hands, with his chest and abdomen exposed, his eyebrows are full of anger, and he wears a big gold ring on the middle finger and thumb of his left hand.

At this time, in the face of the smiling face of the sixth son, the beard ignored it, observed the surroundings of the butcher shop with cold eyes, and then spat with disdain.

"Sprinkle Jiadao is such a ruthless strongman, dare to play tricks with Jin Ye, and his feelings are like a butcher who kills pigs and sells meat."

Then the beard turned his head to look at Liuzi again, glanced up and down slightly, his brows were slightly twisted, and he smiled without smiling.

"Go, cut ten catties of fat for the Sprinkler family, you want lean meat, and you can't bring a little fat on it, otherwise don't blame the Sprinkler family for being difficult to speak."

Liuzi's face did not change at all, and he still smiled Yan Yan: "Don't worry, the knife hands of our Yan family butcher shop are all good knife skills, and the cut out of the cheeks are thin and even, and there is no customer who has bought it in our store who does not boast." ”

After that, the sixth son looked at Mao Jiang behind the meat case: "Brother DJI, you listen, you are tired, ten catties of fine meat." ”

Mao Jiang nodded, tore off a piece of lean meat from the hook on the meat case, took the knife, and was about to make a move, but was stopped by a beard raising his hand.

He casually pulled over a stool and sat down, touched the big gold ring on his left hand with his beard, and shouted provocatively.

"The Sprinkler family doesn't want these two pickles to do it, what about your owner Yan Kui, let him get out and cut it for the Sprinkler family personally!"

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Up to now, if Liuzi and the others can't see that the group of people with beards are here to deliberately find fault, they have been mixing on the street for so long, Liuzi looked back at the Mao brothers, and asked for advice with his eyes.

Mao Jiang waved his hand to let the six sons withdraw first, walked out of the meat case by himself, and faced the beard.

"This master, it's not a small refutation of your face, today our owner went out of the city to collect pigs, and he is not in the store at the moment, so let's do it, our brothers will clean up more snacks for you, and you will be satisfied."

People don't open a store without a smile, although this beard has repeatedly made disrespectful remarks and wants to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, but Mao Jiang seems to ignore it and takes the initiative to back down, unwilling to turn his face with him.

This is not because Mao Jiang is afraid of things, but because as the owner of the butcher shop when the owner Yan Kui is away, he should maintain the reputation and business of the butcher shop.

Otherwise, it would be a pleasure to quarrel with this group, but if the butcher's business and reputation suffered losses, how could he explain to the owner Yan Kui.

It's just that Mao Jiang wanted to calm things down, but the beard thought he was afraid, and his already arrogant arrogance suddenly fueled three points.

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Crash

The beard kicked over the wooden basin next to the pig's trotters that Liuzi had just cleaned up, and stretched out his finger to Mao Jiang and scolded.

"What kind of bullshit are you, you dare to point fingers in front of the Sprinkle family, and tell you that if Yan Kui doesn't kneel in front of the Sprinkle family and beg for mercy today, the Sprinkler family will smash your broken shop, kidnap the three of you and send them to the mountain to feed the wolves."

As soon as the bearded voice fell, the strong men in black behind him scattered one after another, smashing and throwing all kinds of things in the butcher shop, during which the six sons wanted to stop them, but they were pushed down by a strong man in black and fell to the ground for a long time.

"The dog's talent is too deceitful, and Lao Tzu fights with you."

Mao Zhuang has a hot personality, seeing that the store was smashed and the six sons fell, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he picked up the bone chopping knife on the case, and slashed at the beard.

Who expected that the beard had long been on guard against Mao Zhuang, who was angry just now, Mao Zhuang attacked, in fact, it hit his arms, I saw him dodge, hooked the side of his right foot and shook the stool under his feet, and with a snap, he hit Mao Zhuang's wrist with a knife.

Mao Zhuang felt a pain in his wrist, and he couldn't bear it, so he couldn't help but let go of the knife, and the beard took advantage of the situation to kick Mao Zhuang in the stomach, kicking him down, and then punched Mao Zhuang's head.

At this time, Mao Jiang was fighting with a strong man in black, and he couldn't pull away, and the sixth son was even more too busy to take care of himself, and he was chased all over the store, and both of them couldn't rescue Mao Zhuang.

Seeing that, the fist of the beard was about to be imprinted on the hairy nose, and suddenly, a black shadow flew in from outside the door, accompanied by a strong wind, and with a loud bang, the beard was smashed to the ground.

Everyone in the store was a little stunned by the sudden reversal of the scene in front of them, and after a while, those black-clothed men remembered to help their beards, and at the same time, everyone saw clearly that the black shadow that knocked down the beard was actually a slaughtered and cleaned pork.

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The weight of this pork is not light, at least a hundred or ten catties, and it is accompanied by a huge force, but the beard is not lightly smashed, he was forced to be helped up by his subordinates, his face changed a few breaths, and finally he couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

But at this time, the beard didn't care about vomiting blood, he leaned on his subordinates, looked out the door in disbelief, and asked in a loud voice.

"Who is it?"

As soon as the bearded voice fell, there was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps outside the door, and then a burly and magnificent man walked in the store.

I saw this big man, with a rough face, slightly dark skin, a fierce and tough face, a majestic and majestic body, more than seven feet tall, and a loose black cloth shirt full of muscles on his body.

It is especially worth noting that the big man is still holding a pork fan in his right hand, and his beard glances at it carefully, which seems to be very symmetrical with the pork that smashed him just now.

The bearded and others here have not recovered from the pork in the hands of the big man, and the six sons and the Mao brothers over there have come forward with surprise on their faces.

"Boss, you're back."

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Yan Kui first nodded with a smile, then looked at the embarrassed Mao Zhuang and the tattered butcher shop smashed by the big man in black, the smile on his face slowly faded, and glanced at his beard and others vigilantly, Yan Kui turned his head and asked.

"Sixth son, what's going on."

The sixth son, who had a slight bruise on his chin, glanced at the beard and the others hatefully, and told Yan Kui the truth about the ins and outs of the matter.

The result was beyond everyone's expectations, Yan Kui, who learned what had happened, did not get angry and smashed another pork in his hand, but looked at the beard and the others with a very strange expression.

"Ten catties of fine meat? This is to ...... Punch town Kansai? ”

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