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Just after the third watch, three cowering black shadows appeared outside the backyard wall of Suiyuan.

A dexterous figure jumped into the backyard, and the other two people did not climb over the wall very well, only an eight-foot courtyard wall, and the two people folded Arhats before they clumsily climbed the wall, but before the two of them could stand firmly, they swayed and fell down, and they didn't know how much they smashed and just smoked a stubble of green grass.

The two men's buttocks seemed to be blooming, and they were just about to open their mouths to cry out in pain, when they were slapped on the forehead by the woman who flew in in front of them.

The man covered his head with one hand, rubbed his buttocks with the other, and muttered in his mouth, "Second master, we haven't learned the art of flying eaves and walls, how can we be as dexterous as you?" ”

The woman had to fight before they stopped, "Shut up, is it a waste of fame to be the old lady Feiyan?" Stop screaming, hurry up and find something. ”

By the light of the moon, the three figures followed the wall out of the garden, and in a short time they found the cellar.

"Huh? When I came here yesterday, there was only one strip lock, why are there two more now? ”

Feiyanzi impatiently pulled the two apart, and really put on two new locks. raised their hands to fight, but the two men hurriedly raised their hands to block, but the slap didn't come down, but they were kicked in the crook of the leg.

"Take care of a few locks, hurry up and open them for the old lady!"

The two men didn't dare to disobey, so they had to take out a key from their arms and open the first lock on the cellar, but the other two had no choice.

This key was bought at the same cost as usual from one of the original guys on the first floor.

"The second master, we are thieves, and the lockpicking is a thief and a thief, we are not in the business."

"Hua'er, make trouble, you two are really famous, you can't pick the lock, and you can't pick the lock?"

Hua Nao had a bitter face, frowned, and muttered in a low voice: "Pick the lock? What kind of pry are you taking? We haven't done this before, and we don't have anything to do with it. ”

"Stupid you two, take a knife and pry!"

"If you want to hold a knife, you can't pry it open?"

"The knife can't be pried open, and the teeth can't be pryed!"

The second master was angry, and the two of them swallowed and spit, thinking about the small white teeth in their mouths, they hurriedly untied the dagger from their waists, and stabbed them at the iron chain and copper lock, as if they had seen the enemy who killed their father, and poked them for a long time.

Ding Lingdang's sparks were cut out, but the iron chains and copper locks were unharmed.

The eldest sister who took the lead was completely speechless, why did she put up such two stupid people. If you think about it carefully, not all of these goods on Funiu Mountain are the most clever.

The big boss wore an authentic golden bell hood iron cloth shirt of hard kung fu, went down to the river to catch a fish did not catch, but fed the fish, since then on the Funiu Mountain, everyone who has a little real ability has their own way to make a living, leaving only her, the second master, and a group of old, weak, sick and disabled.

You can also walk away with your own ability, the world is so big, there is always something to eat, but what do these old, weak, sick and disabled people and their families eat? Is it possible to let these forty or fifty people fend for themselves? Don't let it go.

Two months ago, when I saw that I was about to run out of food, I finally took over a big deal, and as long as I came to the cellar of Tokyo City and the first floor to pick up a thing, I would have a reward of 1,000 yuan, which was enough money for these people on the mountain to eat and drink for a few years.

I thought that this job could be won with a casual move of my fingers, but it turned out that there was really no free lunch in the world.

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Yang Huairen felt that the most boring thing in Da Song was that there was too little entertainment. As soon as it gets dark, the streets are deserted.

Maybe on Bianshui Street in the inner city, the east and west markets may be very lively, but now that the traffic is basically walking, it still doesn't take much effort.

The north side of Cai Shui is close, but it is all some custom industries, and if you want to be a scholar, you can't do such an insulting thing, it's too dirty.

This reason may deceive others, in fact, the main reason is that no one leads the way, the previous father was strict, and there was no chance to go to a nightclub, a red light district or something like that, in the Song Dynasty, in case someone found out that he was a stunned young man who had never been to the land of fireworks, and he couldn't afford to lose that person.

The night was long, and I didn't want to sleep. I don't know how many times I turned around on the big bed, and the cover of the bed was twisted, and I didn't feel sleepy.

With no computer, no mobile phone, no TV, Yang Huairen began to wonder how the ancients lived. I was irritable, my heart was itchy, I subconsciously took out my pocket, I didn't even have a cigarette, and I wanted to die.

He can't escape in the Great Song Dynasty in this life, so it's better to think about how to eat and drink well and live this life well.

Make some spears, cannons, gunpowder or something, and fight the world to be the emperor? Forget it, why are you so tired of work, if you don't get it right, you have to lose your head, it hurts, it's not worth it, besides, you can't make guns if you're a cook.

To be a big official or something, to change history? I don't have that ability, he's good at stir-frying vegetables and making soup or something, he doesn't know all the traditional characters, and his identity as a talent is still stained with the light of others, and it's impossible to be an official.

All he could do was eat. Thinking about it, it's better to be an honest cook, make some money, and marry a beautiful wife.

People's ambitions don't need to be too big, just feel happy.

So Yang Huairen decided to dump all the 800 bombs in the big fish pond in the back yard of Suiyuan tomorrow, there are a lot of fish in the pond, and it will save materials to make a drunken fish or something in the future.

Eight hundred jars of wine, one jar is almost ten catties, one catty is about equivalent to three taels of one catty in modern times, eight thousand catties is only more than five tons, five cubic meters of wine poured into the fish pond of seventy or eighty square meters, even if it is a wine fairy, it can't smell what kind of wine it is.

The next day, Yang Huairen's master and apprentice plus Li Heiniu, the three of them worked hard all morning, and finally succeeded in defusing the bomb. The original porcelain jars were also knocked out and could no longer be broken, so they were mixed with lime powder to plaster the courtyard wall.

Only about 100 catties were left, and the wine jar was hidden in his yard for his family to enjoy.

Wang Xialian couldn't afford to hire a good Langzhong before, and couldn't afford to buy good medicinal materials, so his father's illness has not improved, but now after listening to Yang Huairen's words, he invited the famous Sun Shenshen Doctor of Huimin Hall to come to the house to see his old father.

The divine doctor looked carefully, Wang Mingyuan was actually not a big problem, it was just a long-term injury and bed bedridden that caused his body to be weak, and he prescribed some prescriptions to replenish his body, saying that he could be fine for two or three months.

In modern terms, it's depression and malnutrition. Now that he doesn't have to worry about life, Wang Mingyuan may not be so depressed, and malnutrition will be easier to deal with, Yang Huairen feels that he can cure this.

When I was a child, I studied history, and it was clear that the Great Song Dynasty was a feudal monarchy, so why was there still a slave trade in feudal society?

Yang Huairen looked at the dozen or so people that Lian'er girl bought from Renyazi, all dressed in tatters, and their whole bodies were even dirtier, and their faces were yellow and thin, which made people feel sad.

When he knew that these six women, eight men, and fourteen people only spent less than 200 yuan, the fire was big, and the heart of rebellion was there, and human life was worthless, what kind of world is this?

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