Early the next morning, Qin Lin changed into an old gray cotton jacket, and said to Zeng Xingwu that he was going out to see the customs of the Bian family, and took Lu Yuanzhi and Niu Dali with two brothers, Shi Shiran walked to the yashang.

Not only did Zeng Xingwu not know what kind of medicine he was selling, but the eyes of the few pairs of eyes that were watching Qin Cha Xingyuan outside were also full of confusion.

It's freezing on this day, even if you have to look at the customs of the Bian family, but the Great Wall is still twenty miles away from Miyun County, and it's almost the same to go on horseback, where can Qin Lin go with two feet?

Since the confrontation with Yang Zhao yesterday, Qin Lin has become the target of many eyes, and as soon as he moves, many people also move, faithfully carrying out his master's orders, and strictly guarding this scheming deputy Qincha, for fear that he will have some kind of moth.

The focus of the stalking has long been shifted to Qin Lin, lest this slippery Qin chief make a bad move, and the hidden stakes placed outside the Qin Cha Yuan, sixty out of ten will follow him.

But today is very strange, Qin Lin is like a curious baby, looking around and looking at everything is interesting, first went to the stall to eat a bowl of hot tofu brain, and bought two catties of hawthorn candy for Lu Yuanzhi to carry, and finally walked into a teahouse carelessly, looking really honest.

The more this is the case, the more those dark piles staring at him dare not take it lightly, Master Zhao said, this surnamed Qin's stomach is bad, patting his head and coming up with a ghost idea, pouting his ass is a ecstasy smoke, more slippery than a loach, more difficult than a fox, when staring at him, it's best not to even blink your eyelids, otherwise you won't know where he slipped away.

Qin Lin picked up a leeward position against the wall on the second floor of the teahouse, and asked the tea doctor to order a plate of fried steamed dumplings, a plate of assorted honey stacks, and a bowl of honey sauce, brewed a pot of hot tea and poured himself a drink, and listened to the commentary with great interest.

Mr. Storyteller is talking about the story of An Lushan's rebellion and Tang Xuanzong's western hunting, talking about Yang Guozhong's dictatorship and misunderstanding of the country, Qin Lin slapped the table violently, and the cups and saucers jumped up:

"I heard people talk about the Yang family generals, what Yang Lao Linggong, Yang Liulang, Yang Bamei, Yang Zongbao, Yang Paifeng are all sincere, and the people surnamed Yang are all good people, how can the descendants of the descendants have such wolf hearts and dog lungs as Yang Guozhong? Oops, it turns out that the surname Yang also has traitors! ”

Hearing this, the tea guests all laughed, and a middle-aged man wearing a square scarf and looking like a teacher next to him was drinking tea, squirting tea out of the distance with a pop, holding his stomach and laughing for a long time, and finally kindly told Qin Lin:

"This foreign guest must have reversed the mess between the Yang family and An Shizhi, Yang Ya, Huan, and Yang Guozhong's affairs are from the Tang Dynasty, and they are still ahead, Yang Liulang They are from the Song Dynasty, and they will be hundreds of years later." Qin Lin was dumbfounded, grabbed his hair and sneered: "I see, I am taught to fly, but I have gained insight today, hehe, until you come to Miyun, I don't know this traitor surnamed Yang!" ”

The tea guests laughed and said that the guests were lonely and unheard.

Lu Yuanzhi stabbed Niu Dali's waist, and the two brothers laughed so much that they couldn't help laughing, Chief Qin made a pun, this refers to Sang Huai's ability to scold Huai, it is really high!

No, those hidden piles who pretended to be later tea customers, pedestrians and hawkers, couldn't cry or laugh when they heard Qin Lin's words - where was he scolding Yang Guozhong? The so-called "I don't know this traitor surnamed Yang until Miyun" clearly pointed to his nose and scolded Yang Zhao, the governor of Jiliao!

Moreover, it is to scold them!

Qin Lin's gaze occasionally swept over, as sharp as cold lightning, these dark piles were also extremely experienced masters, but under his glance, there was a feeling that there was nothing to hide.

After the guy finished scolding, he glanced triumphantly at the dark piles, and his smile was thick with mockery, which deepened their frustration even more.

Finally, someone couldn't stand the humiliation of this kind of red fruit fruit, and the two dark piles pretending to be beggars under the teahouse were frozen in the cold wind, and one of them lowered his voice: "Boss Wu, how long will we keep an eye on it?" Brother, why do you think this guy is playing tricks on us? ”

Boss Wu hugged his hands to his chest in the cold wind, stomped his feet to keep warm, glanced at Qin Lin who was comfortably drinking hot tea in the teahouse, and sighed helplessly: "Even if you play us, you have to keep an eye on it, if there is a little mistake and you lose this guy, Master Zhao must peel off the skin of you and me!" "Lao Tzu is just playing with you, how about it? Qin Lin, who was sitting on the second floor of the teahouse, had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, pretending to concentrate on listening to the storyteller. ,

When it came to the highlights, all the tea guests applauded, and Qin Lin also shouted: "Okay, well said!" ”

Call it, but he still has to dance, somehow he came to the tea doctor who walked by with a teapot next to him, only to hear a clang, a large brass teapot was knocked out of the air, a beautiful parabola was picked up in the air, and the boiling hot boiling water was sprinkled like a popping cloth.

This is good, the two dark piles staring downstairs are never dreaming that the sky will suddenly fly down a large teapot full of boiling water, that scene is called the teapot steaming purple smoke, boiling water storm strong Qianchuan, even if the two are not weak, they only barely escaped the teapot smashed their heads, and they couldn't avoid the disaster of boiling water.

The sound of the water, the boiling water poured the two dark piles all over the body, and they were so hot that they jumped around, oops, the strange scream.

Rao wore a lot of clothes in winter, and poor Boss Wu and his companions were also burned and blistered, and their feet jumped in pain.

Now they don't have to complain about the cold, but unfortunately it seems to be a little too hot again, and their heads and faces are red, like cooked prawns. The other secret piles inside and outside the teahouse were stunned, and they wanted to save Boss Wu, but it was not good to expose their identities publicly, and they scolded this Qincha surnamed Qin in their hearts for being really hateful, and his wrist was really vicious.

Boss Wu was also single, so he quickly grabbed a pile of snow from the snowdrift on the side of the road and pressed it on his face, and quickly took off his clothes, only then did he take a little breath, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look upstairs.

It's unbelievable, Lu Yuanzhi and Niu Dali are still in the same place, but Qin Lin's seat is empty, and people don't know where they went!

Boss Wu's heart was so frightened that he left his position, and hurriedly made a gesture and asked his subordinates dressed as hawkers and tea customers who saw Qin Lin running away.

The dark piles looked at each other, just now they were startled by the sudden recruitment, and their attention was on Boss Wu, who was screaming and jumping, and they didn't look at Qin Lin without paying attention, and no one knew where he ran at this time.

**！ Boss Wu had an urge to spurt blood, and even Dr. Cha, who kept apologizing, didn't want to pay attention to it, looking around, looking for Qin Lin's whereabouts hopelessly.

He was about to command his subordinates to scatter the search, but he saw Qin Lin from the backyard of the teahouse with his pants up, humming a song, and walking out with a satisfied face, obviously going to the thatched house.

Boss Wu's face was burned red, and he twitched twice involuntarily, and his heart was almost scratched.

"What are we going to do?" The subordinate who was also scalded like a big shrimp covered his face and asked bitterly.

"Transfer all the brothers from the side of the Qincha Xingyuan, Zeng Province and my side, and leave three people to keep an eye on it." Boss Wu gritted his teeth and burst out of the tooth scripture: "I don't believe it, there are so many of us, and we can't keep an eye on this little bastard!" ”

Qin Lin was listening to a book in the teahouse, and the Jiliao Governor's Mansion knew that he was the most difficult to deal with, and the vast majority of the hidden piles arranged came to stare at him, but this time he really didn't dare to blink an eyelid, and he was firmly nailed to death.

"Hmph, don't you believe you'll fly away?" Boss Wu said hatefully, while constantly smearing badger oil on his face to treat burns.

Hiss one by one*** hurts!

As Qin Lin attracted most of his attention, the number of dark piles that Yang Zhao and his gang had arranged for Qin Cha Xingyuan was reduced to a minimum, but what did it matter? Zeng Chuanlang and Xu Wen are both old, and no one will be as slippery as Qin Lin.

The only hidden stake at the back door of the Qin Cha Xing was to gather business in the cold wind, not that he liked to move around, but that if he stopped in this weather, his feet would be in danger of freezing.

When the dark pile walked to the corner of the wall, the moment the view was blocked, a gray figure slipped out of the Qin Cha Xingyuan, carrying a huge rattan box, and quickly disappeared into the alley.

The servants of the Governor's Mansion knew that this master was a native of Shaoxing, Xijiang, and there was little snow in the south, so he deliberately let the snow drift in the courtyard instead of sweeping it, so he could enjoy the snow scene in the north

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One end of the small courtyard leads to the governor's palace, and the other end is directly facing the alley.

Liu Liangfu is slowly drinking Shaoxing rice wine at home, he helped Yang Zhao to do evil, now he has enough money, and he is old, thinking about whether he should take advantage of this incident to simply tell Governor Yang to grow old and return to his hometown with years of savings?

Yesterday, Xu Wenchang pointed out the matter of saving his life, and later Zhao Shichen hinted several times that he should hand over the bottom account, so as not to be thrown out by the minister, and everyone would fall into the fog, which deepened Liu Liangfu's idea of withdrawing and retreating.

Master Shaoxing makes fake accounts for others, and he must leave a true foundation, which is the rule! Otherwise, in case of the case, the proprietor's government will put all the responsibility for the short money on the master's head, and the person who recruits guests has no power and power, and there is no evidence in his hand, how can he protect himself at that time? Isn't it for nothing that he is helping others to be substitutes for the dead?

Yang Zhao himself didn't know how to negotiate with the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the good Governor Jiliao actually got the current situation, but it was all the business of Yang Zhao and Zhao Shichen, and it had nothing to do with Li Liangfu, the food and salary master who only made fake accounts.

Liu Liangfu rejected Zhao Shichen's request, and resolutely refused to admit that he had left a life-saving account, but when he thought of Zhao's heart, he couldn't help but be afraid, and a little retreat sprouted in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the knocker on the side of the alley, Liu Liangfu came back from his thoughts, walked to the door and opened it, and said in surprise: "Hey, why are you?" ”

(To be continued)