Chapter Ninety-Three: Throwing the sleeves and soup buttoned on the face

This time, Mengzi slept quite soundly, did not disturb, and slept until dawn.

Look at the time, it's already eight o'clock in the morning.

Xujiatai, although it is a village, is actually a big town, there is a market every day, and Mengzi has come once before.

"Eat something good today, catch a set." Mengzi got up, found a small ditch, and washed his face and hands seriously. Although I washed it last night, I still couldn't wash it off with blood.

After washing his hands and face, he took a picture of the water, not to mention, this dress really looks like that when he wears it, he knows that he is a rich master at a glance.

Anyway, this area is not the sphere of influence of the little devils, those bearded bandits, Mengzi simply looked at them, even if they were the superiors of the guerrillas, it didn't matter if they ran into them, so Mengzi rode a high-headed horse, dressed as a local tyrant, pinned two twenty rings under his clothes, and hung the big bag on the saddle, and went to Xujiatai.

The morning market is quite lively, selling vegetables, changing mountain goods, everything. Mengzi's outfit and the big ocean horse look very eye-catching, but Mengzi doesn't care about this, anyway, he can't find a place to hold a meeting, so he just takes this opportunity to lure the other party out, which is more convenient. Mengzi walked around the bazaar, found a relatively large restaurant and walked in.

The shopkeeper saw the fierce man walk in, this dress, very bright, not to mention, the tall horse, don't have to think about it to know that this master is not a simple master, busy trotting over, took the reins of the horse, nodded and let the fierce man into the house.

The breakfast is quite rich, there are not too many opportunities for Mengzi to go to the restaurant, and he can't order any tricks, so he sat there and asked for two catties of dumplings stuffed with donkey meat, a big bowl of egg soup with sleeves, a plate of fried iron sparrows, a plate of beef in sauce, plus half a catty of old white dry.

There were a lot of people who came to have breakfast, and after Mengzi sat down, more than a dozen came in one after another, but as soon as these people came in and saw Mengzi's dress, they all hid far away, and none of them sat at the same table with him.

At this time, Mengzi sat there like no one, the score was quite large, the top hat was put on the table, the two buttons of the black satin shirt against the neck were all opened, the legs of the two people were cocked, and a mouthful of sauce beef and a mouthful of wine was like a local tyrant.

If you drink, you will drink your wine, but Mengzi doesn't know whether it is intentional or unintentional, every time he drinks a sip of wine, his mouth touches the wine glass, and the whole "squeak" sound immediately comes, so that the whole restaurant eaters hear it.

Anyway, it's still early, Mengzi is sitting there, and the people who eat have changed twice, but he is still drinking his own wine with taste.

Drinking time flies, and before you know it, the time has reached eleven o'clock at noon.

"Guest, do you need anything else?" The guy at the hotel saw that he was about to go in for a long time, but Mengzi didn't mean to leave, so he hurriedly stepped forward and asked carefully.

"Almost, bring me the dumplings and sleeve soup I want." Mengzi saw that it had taken so long and no one came up to talk, so he had to end the game and stop pretending.

As soon as the young man heard the dumplings, he hurriedly shouted happily: "Okay, two catties of donkey meat stuffed dumplings, a big bowl of sleeve soup." ”

It didn't take long, and both came up, and Mengzi was not polite, picked up his chopsticks, and ate the big one.

As soon as he ate less than half a catty, Mengzi felt that the door was dark, as if something was blocking the door, but Mengzi didn't pay attention to it.

Blocking the light were two people who came in at the same time, and this time the people who came in were a little different from before. In the past, as soon as people came in, the young man hurriedly stepped forward to say hello loudly, but this time, when people came in, there was no one to greet them.

Mengzi didn't look up, and continued to drink his soup, but just glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw two young people walking towards his table. Looking at the clothes of the two people, they are not little devils or traitors, they are a bit similar to the costumes of guerrillas.

In principle, the place of Xujiatai belongs to the three regards: the power of the little devils has not yet penetrated, because it is too far away from the county seat and is surrounded by mountains. Of course, this is not the sphere of influence of the guerrillas. After all, it was a puppet Manchukuo, and the guerrillas did not dare to raise too much. The bandits and beards did not dare to go down the mountain blatantly.

Therefore, Mengzi really didn't determine who came over for a while.

"Whoever it is, let's see first." Mengzi thought to himself.

"Dangdangdang" The two people walked to Mengzi's table, and when they saw that he didn't look up, they knocked on the table a few times angrily.

"What do you mean? Do you want to drink the master's sleeve soup? Mengzi asked, staring at the other party. didn't even say a word, and knocked on the table directly, which made the fierce man a little unhappy.

"Who are you talking to?" As soon as the two of them heard Mengzi open his mouth to call himself a master, their faces suddenly changed, and they looked at him with horizontal eyebrows and said.

"Master, of course I'm talking to my grandson. If you dare to talk like this to my master again, believe it or not, how many times will I slap you? When Mengzi heard that the other party's tone was not good, his eyes also stood up.

"Whose belt isn't tied and ran out of your play? How dare you go wild here? I'm here to see how bad your slap is" The other party did not show weakness, but stepped forward and said close to the fierce son.

Mengzi looked straight at him, and suddenly raised his right hand, and he heard a crisp sound of "horn", and a slap hit this guy in the face.

The slap was too sudden, not to mention the person who was slapped, no one in the hotel thought that Mengzi would really shoot. After all, the other party is two people, and the two people are standing on the left and right of the fierce son, forming an encirclement posture. Isn't it boring to shoot at this time? But the fierce son is the fierce son, the artist is bold, let alone two people, even a hundred or ten, and he is also killed.

This slap made the two young people stunned. They never thought that the fierce son would really make a move, so after receiving this slap, they didn't know what to do for a while.

Not to mention whether this slap on the face hurts or not, the most ugly thing is the face.

Even if the two young people have more self-cultivation, they can't hold back the fire at this time. The two of them were just stunned for a moment, as if they had discussed it, and suddenly pulled out their guns together, and in an instant, the muzzles of the two black holes were pressed against the head of the fierce man.

"You tmd Lao Tzu to stand up, put your hands up! Dare to beat us, don't you want to live anymore? Say, where did you come from, were you a spy for the Japanese? If you look at what you're wearing, you know that you're not a good person, you must be a big traitor. The two guys shouted loudly.

The fierce son has grown so big, no one has ever dared to put a gun to his head.

"Are you two getting impatient? How dare you put a gun to my head? Don't you take the gun away from the master? Mengzi's eyebrows stood up, and a cold light burst out from his eyes, and the two young guys couldn't help but shudder.

"Who are you?" Although he was a little nervous, but in front of so many people, and there was only one person on the other side, no matter how fierce he was, at this time, two pistols against his head could not be reversed, so the two young men asked with confidence.

"Who is the master, did you ask? I'll say it again, take the gun away from the master, otherwise I'm not welcome, master. "Mengzi has reached the limit of patience. If it weren't for the fact that the two people said that they were spies and traitors of the little devils, the fierce man would have been hacked a long time ago.

"Don't you see, you're still a hard character? What can you do if I don't take the gun away? The young man who had been slapped said viciously.

"How? Master makes you pay. Mengzi said word by word, as if he could freeze people to death.

"Hehe, you don't scare people, I'm here to see how you make us pay." The guy said with a nervous look left and right.

"You are really a thing that doesn't know whether to live or die, okay, master, I will save you today." As soon as Mengzi raised his right hand and slapped it on the table, he heard the sound of "horn".

The two young men saw that the fierce hand was clapped on the table, and subconsciously looked down. Just this bowed his head, and suddenly, the bowl of sleeve soup on the table jumped up, impartially, and just buckled on the face of the guy who talked the most.

Although the sleeve soup has been served for a while, and Mengzi has already drunk a quarter, the whole bowl of soup still has a certain amount of heat, and as soon as it is buckled on his face, the young man can't help but scream "Mom", and cover his face with both hands.

The young man diagonally across from him never dreamed that this bowl of soup would jump. Jump up, it's not good where you buckle it, but it just happens to buckle on the accomplice's face, the accomplice screams like a pig, this guy subconsciously jumps back, and then hurriedly raises his head, adjusts the muzzle, and is about to hook the trigger and shoot.

How could the fierce son give him a chance to shoot, I saw him kick his feet on the ground, and his whole body moved back along with the chair under his buttocks, and without waiting for himself to sit firmly, he suddenly flew up his right foot, and he heard a muffled sound of "poof", which happened to kick the crotch between the legs of the young man who was about to shoot.

Mengzi kicked a little hard. This is also a grudge against the fierce son, this is a life-threatening moment, if you don't kick hard, in case the other party pulls the trigger, your own life will be gone, and the fierce son doesn't want to do such a loss-making business.

Almost at the same time as buttoning his face and kicking his crotch, Mengzi stroked his hands, pulled out two twenty rings from his waist, rubbed them on his undressing, and a bullet came to the hall with a "bang", and the muzzle of the gun moved, one shot at a time, just pointing at the heads of the two young people who were still howling:

"Master, I repeatedly warned the two of you that you don't know each other, you two just don't listen, Master's gun is a bullet in the hall, and if you don't want to die, you will immediately raise your head for Master Xiao and put the gun on the table." Mengzi said coldly with a cold face.

"Who the hell are you?" The young man clutching his crotch asked in a trembling voice as he put the gun on the table.

"Who am I, did you ask? And you, don't howl in front of the master, isn't it just a bowl of stunxiu soup? I've already drunk half a bowl of it, and it's not hot for a long time, so what's called that? Mengzi kicked the table with his foot and reminded the young man who was covering his face.

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