Song An had seen them when he and Wang Ling'er were wandering around the city just now, and they were one of the officials who were in charge of patrolling the streets.

Each of them wore a palm-sized wooden plaque around their waist with their position and name written on it.

Song An suddenly remembered the method of Gao Ya when he first entered Beijing with Yan Qing, Li Kui, and Dai Zong.

He planned to repeat his old tricks, so he whispered his thoughts to Wang Ling'er.

"Will it work?" Wang Ling'er expressed concern.

"No, let's try first. If it doesn't work, it's a big deal to say that you recognize the wrong person. ”

These officials, headed by a straight class, about thirty-five years old, short, fat, black and ugly, Song Jiazuo went downstairs to the thatched house and passed behind him, and secretly glanced at the wooden sign he hung on his waist.

The wooden plaque reads: Ban Zhi, Li Fugui.

When he came back, Song An passed behind Li Fugui again, and then leaned in front of him coldly, staring at him in disbelief with a happy face.

"Cousin! I've finally found you, cousin! Song An said in his mouth and hugged Li Fugui tightly.

"Who is your cousin, you have recognized the wrong person!" Li Fugui casually pushed Song An to sit on the ground.

Wang Ling'er hurriedly stepped forward to help Song An: "Xiao Ming, don't confess your kiss, okay, you have recognized seven or eight people by mistake in the past three days!" ”

"Brother, this time I must be right, he is my cousin Li Fugui!"

Li Fugui was stunned: "My name is Li Fugui, but I don't remember that there is a cousin like you!" ”

Song An pounced on Li Fugui's waist card and looked at it, and said overjoyed: "It's you!" The surname is Li Mingfugui, who is straight in Nanfeng City, with a big head and a thick neck, short and black like a donkey! ”

"you birds! You're like a donkey! Li Fugui kicked Song An to the ground, and at the same time pulled out his waist knife. Because he saw that Song An and Wang Ling'er were both carrying swords behind them. Seeing this, several officials at his table also drew their knives.

Song An covered his face and said aggrievedly: "This is what my uncle said about you, and I didn't say it." ”

"Who is your uncle?"

"My uncle is your father!"

"Your uncle is my father? My uncle is still your father! ”

"Cousin, you are wrong, we are aunts and cousins, your uncle has nothing to do with me, and my mother is your aunt."

"What aunts, uncles, aunts, and cousins, get out of the way, you handful of birds have recognized the wrong person!"

"You can't be wrong, you're my cousin! Cousin, my uncle told me about you and your uncle, and when you were twelve years old, your uncle knocked you out of the door, and you can't blame your uncle for this, who let you lie on the wall of someone's widow's house and peek at other people's baths——"

"You just peeked at the widow bathing! Lao Tzu said that it's not your cousin, you are going to cut people if you are a handful of birds! ”

"By the way, my uncle also said that my cousin has a burn scar on his right wrist from a child, show me if you have it! If not, I'm really wrong. Song An took two steps back, pointed to Li Fugui's right hand, and said.

An official hurriedly stepped forward to open Li Fugui's sleeve, and there was indeed a scald scar on his right wrist!

"How! The names and looks are exactly the same, and you still don't admit that it's my cousin! The so-called scald scar was actually found by Song An when he threw himself into Li Fugui's arms and secretly glanced at his wrist.

The official said: "Li Banzhi, could this little guy really be your cousin?" ”

"I never remember such a cousin!"

Song An was furious, with tears in his eyes, pointing at Li Fugui and being indignant: "Okay, you Li Fugui, my uncle has saved 8,000 yuan for the incorruptibility of the official all his life, and asked me to come all the way to give it to you, but I didn't expect you to recognize me!" Brother, let's go! ”

Song An wiped his tears, picked up Wang Ling'er and left.

"Send 8,000 yuan to Lao Tzu...... Li Fugui muttered in his mouth, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Song An, holding him tightly in his arms, "Cousin! ”

Song An casually pushed him away and said angrily: "Who is your cousin, you have recognized the wrong person!" ”

"Cousin, cousin, I'm really your cousin, look at it!" Li Fugui stuffed the wooden plaque on his waist into Song An's hand, and pointed at himself excitedly, "Look at it again, the head is big and the neck is thick, short and thick like a donkey!" And this burn scar! He picked up the hot scar on his wrist and put it in front of Song An's eyes.

"Hmph, then why didn't you recognize me just now!"

"...... just now" Li Fugui's eyes rolled and he thought about it, "Just now you said in front of so many people that my cousin I peeked at other people's widows taking a bath, and my cousin and I are also an official, so I can't be shameless!" ”

"Why don't you dare to admit what you did?" Song An said stubbornly.

"Okay, good, cousin admitted, cousin admitted!" Li Fugui said with a smile on his face.

"Li Banzhi, I didn't see that you were okay when you were a child!" Yiguan said with a smile.

"Go!" Li Fugui turned his head and glared at the official, then turned around and said to Song An with a smile on his face: "Cousin, what about the eight thousand yuan that my father entrusted you?" Give it to your cousin! ”

"Humph!" Song An angrily sat on Li Fugui's seat just now, "You really want money and don't want your father, you have been away from home for so many years, and you don't ask your father and my uncle how his old man is!" ”

"How's my dad doing?" Li Fugui hurriedly made a look of concern.

Song An's expression was gloomy: "Uncle, he passed away last month......"

"Daddy! My miserable father, you died so miserably! Daddy...... "Li Fugui is also a drama spirit, and immediately cried to the ground.

"Li Banzhi, isn't your father the old Li Tou who kills pigs and sells meat in Xishikou? I went to his place to buy pork, and I didn't see him die. A drunken five-fan three-morality officer said stupidly.

"It's the godfather who sells pork, and it's the father who dies!" Li Fugui turned his back to Song An and squeezed his eyebrows at the stupid official, "Dad, my miserable father, you died so miserably......" continued to wail and wipe his tears.

"Cousin, don't be too sad, my uncle and his old man died on the kang of our most famous kiln sister's son and grandson...... The old man was very peaceful when he left, and there was a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth......"

"That's good, that's good......" Li Fugui wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, "Cousin, where is the money......"

Song An frowned: "I know that I want money, and I don't care about how my cousin and I are doing!" ”

"Yes, cousin, how are you doing?" Li Fugui hurriedly asked.

"It's okay, I was born in the year when my cousin picked up the wall to watch the widow take a bath, and I liked to dance with guns and sticks when I was a child, so my father found me a master to teach me gun and stick kung fu. By the way, cousin, my father, your uncle, wants me to go back and inherit the family's money and business worth nearly 200,000 yuan, but I have no interest in doing business at all, I only like to fight and kill, cousin, can you get an errand for my cousin and me in the army! Song An glanced at Wang Ling'er, "If my cousin can get us an errand, I'll give my cousin a few thousand yuan when I get home!" ”

"It's on your cousin and me!" As soon as Li Fugui heard about the 200,000 yuan money deal, he immediately patted his chest in a big way.

Song An pouted: "Cousin, it is said that you know that your current position of Banzhi can only manage seven or eight minor officials, not even Cong Jiupin, can you find it for me?" ”