The stalls are just dark, and the streets in Sijiu City can be regarded as chaotic!

First of all, people smashed something that looked like a 'seedling' used by a stealth character in the cave of the city gate, but the smoke that could burst out of that thing could smoke people so that their eyes were red, their nostrils were bleeding, and their throats were swollen and they couldn't speak. Dozens of coughing and wheezing injuries were hurriedly sent to Tongrentang to call the doctor to see, and the doctor only said that it was called poisonous smoke to smoke and choke, and one person drank 30 pairs of medicinal soup to extract poison and clear blood, and had to recuperate without meat and alcohol for two months, which could barely be said to be a good idea.

Then a four-wheeled carriage at the three-way intersection was called to burn clean, even if the helpers in the patrol police station kicked open the door of the main house on the side of the street and carried the water tank out to extinguish the fire, but several jars of water were all splashed up, but the flames with a blue luster were still temporarily extinguished when the water was encountered, and the goods on the carriage were burned clean with a pot of tea.

And on the street around the four-wheeled carriage, the injured who still had a breath left aside for the time being, there were more than twenty of them just by seeing the master of Lord Yama on the spot. More than half of them are patrol officers and helpers in the patrol police station, and even a grandfather in the patrol police station has been unlucky, and the little bit on the body called the knife fighter picks up more than a dozen transparent holes, and all the blood is drained on the street!

In addition, there are two unlucky and sad masters, who are born to trample those patrolmen and knifemen in a mess on the street. The bold Forty-Nine City Masters took a look at the past, and they could only roughly recognize the two unlucky and sad masters, like the big guys who don't often show up in the Chrysanthemum Society?

The chaos on the street has not yet understood what is going on, and the bullfighting scene in the cattle and horse market in the south of the city has already been scattered, and two players with narrow luck have been trampled to death on the spot. Even more, the two dealers who gambled on the double dragon all disappeared in this scene of the big scattering of the hall, and the thousands of players in the 49 City with the ticket in their hands blocked the entrance of the main gate of the new fire on Zhushikou Street, and the piggyback did not forget to let people hold the several kilns of Xiong Ye in the 49 City. It's almost a situation full of cities.

There are even those who are awake, and they can also see that the scene of the big scattered halls in the cattle and horse market is inseparable from those who smoke a lot of cigarettes, and they quickly sent people around in Sijiu City to search for those indiscriminate skins. It's strange to say, the nursing home of Xiao 200 is about to turn the places where the inferior plopers in Sijiu City usually stay upside down, but they haven't even held a splash?

And as the Chinese of this double dragon bet. Duan Ye, who is still the helmsman of the Beiping Patrol Police Bureau, is already looking anxious at the moment, so he can only lock himself up in the office of the patrol police station, which is usually rare to sit in for a few days, with one hand on the faintly painful head and rubbing it again and again, and his mouth is also moaning and cursing with a high and low voice!

Although it is said that the helpers and patrolmen in the patrol police station can stop those players in the 49th City who are holding tickets in their hands outside, there are always some characters with good hands and eyes who can find these doorways, and crash into Duan Ye's hidden office one after another, and there is only one meaning in and out of the words - if you can't find the two dealers who bet on the double dragons, then the number on the ticket. But I can only ask Duan Ye to settle the accounts by himself!

In addition, the patrol police officers who were killed in the patrol police station also came to the house, and all the relatives who couldn't beat the eight poles on weekdays gathered together, crying and shouting in a high and low voice, but the left is just one meaning - the person is gone, if you can't get a thick pension, then the head of the family will not survive anyway, Duan Ye will wait to see the sky and see someone hanging at the door of Duan Ye's house!

There is also the unlucky grandfather. was originally intended to steal the credit, but it turned out to be a death. The corpse had just been taken back to the patrol station. His sister, who had let go of her body to change her brother's future, crashed into the patrol station like a gust of wind. didn't bother to glance at his younger brother who was stabbed into a honeycomb, and his mad cow-like head went towards Duan Ye, who happened to be close to the left, and scratched all the fingers with ten long nails. If it weren't for the small dodge kung fu that Duan Ye had practiced in various outer houses all year round, wouldn't it be a face-to-face end on the spot?

After tearing and making noise for a while, this aunt and grandmother are really a female man running on her arms and standing on her fists, and she didn't hide it at all. On the spot, he said to Duan Ye - he took his body to exchange his younger brother's future, and he was running for a pension foundation when his own people were worthless in the future. Now that this idea has been cut off, there is no talk of soup on the side, and two houses and three shops are purchased in Sijiu City, which will be the place to live for the elderly in the future!

Duan Ye must be able to complete these purchases. In the future, next to the ear of the man lying beside him, he will naturally blow more pillow wind for Duan Ye and send Duan Ye Qingyun straight up. But if Duan Ye dares to say a word, it will still be the sound of the pillow, but no matter what, Duan Ye can't be asked to live a peaceful life!

It is estimated that it is really uncomfortable to look at Duan Ye's lawsuit, and a few followers around Duan Ye are finally rare to be smart, and they shout for Duan Ye to support those debt collectors who block the front and back doors of the patrol police station, but secretly set up two ladders on the wall of the patrol police station, and support Duan Ye as Zhang Sheng, who is looking forward to Cui Yingying, and smearing oil on the soles of his feet from the wall

Moving his fat body, Duan Ye stepped on the creaking ladder and climbed over the wall, and then walked out of the dark alleys outside the wall, and after almost hearing the noisy and noisy movement outside the door of the patrol police station, he took a heavy breath and dodged towards the secret kiln he had newly prepared.

Although Duan Ye has a lot of houses in Sijiu City, and there are countless secret doors and restaurants that he often visits, but in this scene of the whole city, it is not good to say that he has entered the gate of the outer house with his front foot, and someone has to block the door to find right and wrong with his back foot. At such a juncture, he can only go to the secret kiln that he has recently prepared to take shelter temporarily, so that he can hide quietly for a night.

But before Duan Ye could go far, from the depths of the black rumbling alley, a familiar voice that made Duan Ye's hairs stand on end: "Duan Ye, are you walking alone at night, are you really idle?" It's almost going to be a commotion outside the patrol station. Are you at this time the shopkeeper is in charge? What's the matter, in the situation of Ssangyong's betting, it is not easy for the Chinese to do it, and it is even more difficult to do it in the dark village, right? ”

Involuntarily, Duan Ye reached out and touched the twenty-shot pistol pinned to his waist. But his hand was only halfway out, but Duan Ye lowered his slap again, and whispered with a wry smile into the dark alley: "This man." Your ability to find people is said to be in Sijiu City, so I'm afraid you can't find a second copy in Beizhili, right? Now my surname Duan is already an upside-down seedling, a grasshopper after the autumn, and I can't jump to my life for a few days if I die! This gentleman, you and the good men in your hall, as far as you are concerned, you should be good, so you will take my surname Duan at this time, right? ”

sneered, but the familiar voice that made Duan Ye's hairs stand on end sounded unrelentingly: "Duan Ye, what you said is really narrow!" Although you have suffered a lot of grievances in front of people. Maybe there are a lot of benefits behind this? This is not the place to talk, your newly prepared dark kiln is close to the left, and there are already people staring at this time, you can't go! You change your clothes, walk two alleys to the north, and then turn east, let's see you in the soup pot! ”

Subconsciously reaching out to catch the wrapped clothes thrown from the darkness, Duan Ye replied to the familiar voice: "This master." What the hell are you going to sing here? ”

Hehe chuckled, and the voice from the darkness did not answer Duan Ye's question. But he said to himself: "Master Duan, it's up to you whether you come or not, I'll only wait for you in that muddy soup pot for half an hour."

Holding the wrapped clothes, Duan Ye hesitated for a moment, but he stomped his feet fiercely and shook off the wrapped clothes with a scolding. Hung on himself indiscriminately: "Why the can't you hide anywhere in this life, this is what I owe in my last life, Mao Shen 800 hanging"

Along the dark and dilapidated alley, Duan Yeshen, who had changed into a tattered clothes, walked in the direction pointed by the familiar voice for a long time, and finally heard the faint movement of the fist drawing order at the mouth of the alley, and even smelled a strange smell of meat soup. Before Duan Ye could carefully look at the direction of the fragrance, from the yin shadow at the mouth of the alley. Suddenly, a hoarse voice came: "Guys, are you here to make up the soup pot?" ”

Caught off guard, Duan Ye was so screaming that the hoarse voice that sounded at his feet jumped up in fright, and he almost scolded out loud in his mouth!

seemed to know that he had startled Duan Ye by suddenly speaking, and from the yin shadow at the mouth of the alley, he slowly moved out a semi-paraplegic sitting on a wheel, stretched out a black slap and said to Duan Ye: "Master, is it the muddy soup pot that comes back?" Ten eldest sons are full, and it depends on luck whether they have meat or not. Twenty eldest sons must have meat, and you can ask what kind of meat it is. Twenty-five eldest sons spare four taels of wine, whether it is the second white gan'er who sprays the head of the line, or the Huisanjiang that pours a piece, it also depends on your luck! Where to eat and drink, you have made up your mind, and you will pay you first! ”

Reaching out and touching the pocket of the tattered clothes, Duan Ye really found out more than twenty eldest sons, threw them into the hands of the semi-paraplegic, pinched his voice and whispered to the semi-paraplegic: "Where is the muddy soup pot?" Why do you only hear the movement and not see the lights? ”

1510 counted the eldest son that Duan Ye threw into his hand, and the semi-paraplegic ignored the eldest son who had counted well into his arms, and slid back into the yin shadow at the mouth of the alley while holding the wheel, but he shouted in a dumb voice: "One master, twenty-five eldest sons are waiting"

With the shouting of the semi-paraplegic, almost in the realm in front of Duan Ye's eyes, a black Baina tent was suddenly opened, and the strange fragrance and heat that came from inside the tent hit Duan Ye's face directly, and Duan Ye coughed again and again.

Regardless of Duan Ye's coughing and hunched over, the stout men who opened the tent grabbed Duan Ye's arm, dragged Duan Ye into the tent stiffly, and hurriedly raised his hand to pull down the tent that had just been opened for a while.

Duan Ye, who was squinting his eyes and being dragged into the tent with crooked steps, put his hand into his arms, quietly grabbed his virtue and made twenty rings, and covered his face with the shabby felt hat on his head, and looked at the situation in the tent silently.

Under the cover of night, it was impossible to understand the size of the tabernacle from the outside. To say the least, it also occupies a land boundary of more than ten zhang in a radius. The dense tent, sewn with rags of all colors, and propped up with dozens of miscellaneous tree trunks, had already turned the misty heat and soot into a pitch-black color.

Almost every tree trunk supporting the tent was hung with an oil lamp with a large iron nail, and the bean-sized lamp barely illuminated the boundary a foot away from it. Just to the left of the oil lamp, on the stove made of rocks and broken bricks and loess, all there are large iron pots with twelve drinks.

It's kind of weird. In the big iron pot of twelve drinks, there are all small partitions smashed out of iron sheets, which divides the pot into a nine-point situation. I don't know what kind of soup is boiling in the pot, and I can only see a pot of black and sticky things under the oil lamp, so that the lack of briquettes made of cinders in the stove is boiled and rolled, and all that comes out is a strange fragrance.

Although it happened to be on the mouth of the rice, there were really not a few diners sitting in the tent of this muddy soup pot. It is estimated that the steward of this muddy soup pot also wants to save some briquettes, and the few diners are all arranged next to the cauldron of two mouthfuls of twelve drinks. One by one, they held bamboo branches and chopsticks more than a foot long, and fished out food from the small squares they were assigned to, but they all looked like they were eating happily.

Before Duan Ye could figure out what kind of place this muddy soup pot was, the stout man who dragged Duan Ye in had already moved over a large earthen urn that was half a person high, and used a large porcelain bowl with a missing edge to wipe the bottom out of the big earthen urn and fished out a large bowl of cooked vegetables that couldn't be seen from the name of the road, and then reached out and pulled out a pair of one-foot-long, black bamboo branch chopsticks from behind his waist, and handed them to Duan Ye's hand, and then raised his hand and pointed to a large iron pot in the corner of the tent where a patron was already sitting: "This gentleman." You've got a pot there! Today, you are lucky, there is a Hui Sanjiang that you just got from Yanlailou. Here it is for you! ”

Holding the big bowl of cooked vegetables that couldn't be seen, Duan Ye's eyes widened, and he carefully avoided the chaotic sitting stove, and stepped next to the big iron pot where a patron was already sitting.

Without waiting for Duan Ye to gain a firm foothold, the patron who was already holding out his chopsticks to eat in the iron pot said to Duan Ye in a muffled voice: "Duan Ye, you are really at the right time. This will be until I have cleaned up the food in this bowl. You won't see me! ”

Holding a big bowl in his hand, carrying two bamboo branches and chopsticks between his fingers, Duan Ye really didn't know how to greet this acquaintance who couldn't see the end of the dragon for a while. On the contrary, it was the middle-aged man sitting by the iron pot, chuckling and gently knocking the bamboo branch chopsticks in his hand on the iron pot: "First put down the big bowl in your hand, there are old city bricks on the ground." Move together and sit down. Look at the iron lattice in front of you, or if I eat your food in a while, then you will suffer! ”

Like a marionette, Duan Ye honestly put down the big bowl in his hand according to the middle-aged man's instructions, and then touched an old city brick with only half of it left as a bench and sat down. And in this moment, the steward of the muddy soup pot also brought over a large porcelain bowl filled with four taels of wine and gently placed it on the ground at Duan Ye's feet.

Pouring the cooked vegetables in the coarse porcelain bowl into the iron pot, Duan Ye couldn't wait to put down the coarse porcelain bowl and arched his hand towards the middle-aged man sitting opposite him: "This man, you let me come today, you are"

Ignoring Duan Ye's question, the middle-aged man picked up the big porcelain bowl placed at his feet, took a sip of the wine in the bowl, and then whispered to Duan Ye and said: "Duan Ye, you don't have anything to do tonight, just fill your stomach first!" Aside from that, would you like to try this wine first? ”

Looking at the middle-aged man's unhurried appearance, Duan Ye helplessly picked up the large porcelain bowl placed at his feet, carefully took a sip of cold wine, and suddenly widened his eyes in surprise: "This is"

Hehe chuckled, and the middle-aged man smiled slowly: "Duan Ye is a hero of the wine country, so naturally he can taste the mystery in this wine?" ”

After taking another big sip of cold wine, Duan Ye smacked his fat lips, shook his head and said to the middle-aged man: "In this wine, there is lotus white, Lao Fen wine from Xinghua Village, Ma widow burning knives outside the gate, and Shaoxing rice wine?" ”

Through the mist-shrouded iron pot, the middle-aged man gave Duan Ye a thumbs up: "Duan Ye is so capable!" The Huisanjiang in this muddy soup pot was originally mixed together with the residual wine collected from all over Sijiu City. Although it occupies a good name of Huisanjiang, it tastes mixed! Duan Ye, you are a character who has seen a lot of scenes in Sijiu City, I am here to ask you, obviously these are all good wines that cost a lot of money to drink, but these good wines are all piled together, how can they become things that can only be seen in muddy soup pots? ”

Without waiting for Duan Ye to answer, the middle-aged man knocked on the big iron pot with the bamboo branch chopsticks in his hand: "Duan Ye, can you take a look at the little bit of food in your small iron lattice?" You look at this cauldron for twelve drinks, but you don't see that you only have a small iron lattice in this pot? Pour such a big bowl of food into it and cook it, and you can't cook it thoroughly for a while and a half, even if you barely eat these things in your mouth, then you can't eat a taste? ”

Looking at the middle-aged man sitting opposite him in a daze, Duan Ye whispered: "This man, my surname Duan is just a stinky street patrol in Sijiu City, what do you have to tell you and give advice, do you open up to me?" As long as you play dumb riddles and push hands, I can't turn this mill with my head."

With a sly chuckle, the middle-aged man picked up the wine bowl at his feet again, and raised it towards Duan Ye: "Duan Ye, you have seen a lot in Sijiu City, but I would like to ask you, have you ever heard of this muddy soup pot?" ”

Blinking his small eyes, Duan Ye looked around at the muddy soup pot scene that still didn't have many customers, and his mouth also agreed to the middle-aged man's question as if talking to himself: "This is really not hidden from you, my surname Duan has been walking around the ground of Sijiu City for many years, up to the Baylor Mansion, down to the ghost market, and it can be regarded as having a spectrum in his eyes and a good idea in his heart." But I really haven't heard of this muddy soup pot scene at all? (To be continued......)