"Boss, I want three strings of stinky tofu!" a chubby little boy raised his head and put the crumpled five-dollar bill on the wooden board of the small cart with his feet, "Put more spicy, no green onions, and more cumin!"

Qing Youshan also stood on tiptoe, looked over the small cart, and saw the little boy, who was carrying a schoolbag with a greedy face, "Liu Erdan, your father agreed to let you eat stinky tofu?"

"Hurry up, hurry!" the little boy urged.

"Okay, good, come right away!" Qing Youshan skillfully took the shovel and leaned towards the glass cabinet, nine pieces of stinky tofu were stacked on top of the shovel, he opened the liquefied gas with one hand, and the inside of the oil pot began to "zilazila".

Nine pieces of stinky tofu got out of the pot like this, floating on top of the oil pot, and the bubbles were instantly wrapped in the stinky tofu.

"How long will it take!" Liu Erdan became anxious, standing on the side of the road at the school gate and eating a stall, making him a little uneasy, for fear that his father would run over and grab him, as long as it was the primary school students of Wutong Primary School, no one would refuse this stinky tofu fried stall outside the door.

But junk food is junk food, parents let the children put an end to it, teachers also let the children put an end to it, and the children shouted to put an end to it while eating.

Liu Erdan's father didn't let him eat, in order to prevent him from eating these stalls without a business license, he tried his best, and deducted his pocket money, his own baby son is such a baby son, every day when he comes back and opens his mouth, it stinks, and the neighbors avoid it, thinking that this child is infected with bad breath at a young age is really a bit of a bad breath, it is difficult to imagine the scene of him talking to his classmates in the class.

This stinky tofu stall was also killed out of thin air recently, and as soon as it appeared, it killed many food stalls at the door in seconds, and became a giant in the snack industry.

The young peddler seemed to be about twenty years old, and every time he came, he lifted the curtain on the cart, opened the glass case, and the wind blew, and it was a dizzying stench, and the passers-by were frowning on the road, muttering, "Which manure truck fell?"

Qing Youshan gave his original stinky tofu a very appropriate name "Dog Aili Stinky Tofu", that is, the dog smelled and couldn't extricate himself, although it did smell a little stinky and baked, but it was not a scenery when it was eaten in the mouth, and the first bite was wanted to eat the second bite, the second bite was eaten and the third bite was eaten, and the third bite could not be stopped.

Seeing that the color of the stinky tofu became golden and the oil bubbles began to shrink slowly, Qing Youshan was about to take the skewers and put them on the skewers, when suddenly a man on the road pushed a small cart and ran frantically, without any posture at all, and glanced at Qing Youshan: "Ah Shan!

Qing Youshan's face suddenly changed, became dignified, and then quickly extinguished the liquefied gas, set up the wheels of the small cart, dragged the handle, exhaled a long breath, and then bent his knees slightly, and the small cart rushed towards the end of the road like a 100-meter sprint, and the wind whistled in his ears, leaving Liu Erdan's immature cry behind him.

Qing Youshan's speed was very fast, and he quickly caught up with the colleague who gave him a message, the man was about forty years old, running out of breath, and when Qing Youshan caught up from behind him, he looked at Qing Youshan with a shocked face.

"Why are you running so fast!"

Qing Youshan turned his head in a dashing manner: "I have practiced martial arts." ”

The footsteps behind him were getting closer.

The man's face froze, and he hurriedly turned his head to find that the chengguan was about to come up with black sticks.

"Stop! Stop for me!" The chengguan are all sturdy, and they pick up sticks to look like underworld fights.

"It's over. The man secretly said, if he is chased by these chengguan, he will either be detained or fined, detention is a trivial matter, and the fine will not be fun, he is a small business, and he will not be able to compensate for a little money by getting up early and making so much money? It doesn't matter if he gets a regular business license, if he is caught and fined, he estimates that the turnover of a week will be gone! The most important thing is that the cart that eats and earns money by himself will face the fate of being confiscated!

Seeing that his physical strength was getting weaker and weaker, his heart was horizontal, and he shouted to Qing Youshan in front of him: "Ah Shan!

Qing Youshan was stunned for a moment, slowed down and turned around, and saw the man looking at him with a pale face.

"What do you want me to do you a favor for?"

"Help me get my little cart away!" said the man, with a sad face, "I can't do it! I can't run!"

"Ah, Uncle Qin, what's wrong with you?" Qing Youshan became nervous, "Why can't you run?"

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu is old, take my little cart, run!" Uncle Qin looked like a warrior, and vigorously pushed the small cart in his hand in the direction of Qingyoushan, and then his expression suddenly relaxed, turned around calmly, and watched the city managers with teeth and claws waving sticks rushing towards him, and the dust on the road was filled, like a layer of light veil dyed gray.

Qing Youshan was stunned for a moment, seeing that Uncle Qin was about to be caught, he suddenly pulled out a kitchen knife from the glass cabinet on the trolley, and his vigorous posture actually rose into the air, like a flexible swallow soaring.

"I'll lose you......" Uncle Qin looked at the soaring figure above his head in surprise, his eyes widened, "It's really Nima who is a martial artist!"

Qing Youshan handsomely crossed in front of Uncle Qin and fell, turned his head sideways to Uncle Qin and said, "Uncle Qin, go quickly, I'll stop them for you." ”

"Ah Shan, where did you learn martial arts, teach me!"

Qing Youshan frowned helplessly: "If you don't leave, it's too late!"

Uncle Qin was still unsatisfied, but he still turned his head and ran towards the small cart, almost falling in his footsteps.

What is the most important thing in this world? Money is the most important! Uncle Qin glanced back at Qing Youshan with gratitude, this boy has always been a stinky tofu seller since he knew him, and now it seems that the emaciated figure has become a little complicated.

All the people of Wutong Island were more or less puzzled by this new resident, a young man who had drifted alone from the far mainland in a small wooden boat, still wearing a pair of tattered clothes, his hair was unkempt, and his cheeks were sunken, everyone thought that a homeless man had come from somewhere, but it didn't take long for this unattractive young man to become a vendor selling stinky tofu.

Asked him what his name was, he said his name was Qingyoushan, and then asked him where his home was, he didn't say, only said that he was a traveling person, said that he was traveling to experience life, in fact, there is nothing in Wutong Island, the scenery of Wutong Island is really good, surrounded by the sea, when the sky is clear, there are often seagulls from the sky, the sea breeze on the face itching, with the unique smell of the sea, it is indeed the mainland can not feel, over the years, many mainlanders like to go to the beach with their families to play, there is nothing doubtful about this explanation。

Qing Youshan's kitchen knife is blunt, look closely, it is a bit like a piece of scrap iron, the knife edge is tattered, and the lethality is estimated to be not as big as the stones picked up on the road.

However, in Qing Youshan's hand, this knife seemed to be endowed with a soul, crisscrossing in the air, and the dim blade continued to fold out countless silver sword lights, like a flash flashing light. The chengguan realized that this guy might have a little skill, and consciously steadied his footsteps, clenching the black leather slinger in his hand.

Qing Youshan took the lead, leaned down, turned the kitchen knife in his hand in one direction, and rushed forward!

Seeing that the situation was a little passive, the chengguan immediately raised their sticks and smashed them towards the agile figure!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The slingers all missed, and the figure was as agile as a cat, just avoiding the falling point of these slingers, and the ground shook when the slingers hit the ground.

Qing Youshan rushed behind the city managers, his eyes were cold, and he quickly swung out the kitchen knife!

A tall chengguan noticed that his back was numb, and he was shocked and a little painful, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and found that this thin young man was striding back with a knife with a blank face.

"Damn!" Qing Youshan muttered, "Where did my kitchen knife go?"

There was only one knife left in his hand, and the blade of the knife did not know where it was thrown, it should have been thrown out of the knife just now......

"Damn! this stinky boy dares to hit me!" Chengguan was furious, "Catch him for me!"

Qing Youshan panicked, turned his head and stumbled towards the back and ran frantically.

The city managers came back to their senses, this guy is going to escape!

So a group of men in light blue uniforms appeared on the street chasing a young man, and a cloud of dust was raised on the road......

Running and running, I don't know how many roads I ran, Qing Youshan passed by an alley, didn't have time to think, and gently jumped over the wall into a compound.

The compound was very spacious, and many people watched this young man fall from the sky with a confused expression, and they didn't react for a while, and they were clubbing like a wooden man.

"Let's let go, let's go!'re going to die!" Qing Youshan strode away from the crowd in front of him and rushed into a room.

If he is caught by the chengguan, it will be terrible, then his assassination plan will be frustrated, and a lot of bounties will leave him, this is a boiled duck, how can it fly when it is almost in his mouth?

This room is quite retro, and the owner should be a more sophisticated person.

There is a screen on the inside of the room, so you might be able to find a place to hide......

He jerked open the screen, but was shocked by the fragrant scene behind it.

In front of him was a large bathtub, filled with water, and on the surface of the water floated unknown pink petals, the petals were piled up, and a woman's head was peeking out of it, looking at him in horror.

Qing Youshan realized that he might be in the wrong place......

But he didn't seem to have the point to retreat.

The woman twitched her nose and grew her mouth.

"Don't scream, don't scream, big sister, don't scream!" Qing Youshan roared frantically, and shook his head fiercely while leaning his finger on his mouth and making a silent gesture.

"Help!!"

The screams of the house filled through the house, almost shattering the sky......

This is over, and the heart of Qingyoushan is like ashes......