The night was dark and the time came to about three o'clock in the morning.

In the courtyard, there was the sound of 'crunching' wooden planks and the sound of 'Teng Teng' dragging heavy objects.

Jiang Cang, who was resting in the house for a while, in addition to confirming that Li Jiuye would not come back, also saw the young man and others pull a few frame cars, stop at the door of the backyard, wrap the body in rags, move and cover it, and tidy everything up within ten minutes, and send Wang Lao Liu and a few people to the ground for peace.

"There's no one here, the streets are clean, fast." The young man let the people push the cart out of the courtyard gate first, then turned around with a smile, and said to Jiang Cang, who was walking towards the courtyard: "Brother Jiang, the ninth master has explained, let me lead you to the place where Qian Ye recognizes." ”

"Let's go, then." Jiang Cang walked out of the courtyard gate and looked at the moon in the sky, "The crescent moon is setting in the west, it's not too early this day, finish the work early, we can sleep again when we come back." ”

"Brother Jiang is so polite! Where are you talking? ”

The young man said with a smile, 'clicked' and closed the backyard door, and followed Jiang Cang half a body behind, "If you want to drink, it's also a few younger brothers, please you!" Your kung fu is amazing, if we didn't have to watch the field before, my brothers would have brought bottles and cans of peanuts and came to the backyard to nag you! ”

"yes!"

The few people pulling the cart in front heard what the young man said, and while pushing the cart, they hooked their heads sideways, and lowered their voices and said to Jiang Cang, "Brother Jiang, you have such a ability, you must be reused by the Ninth Master!" Because our ninth master is just like the ancient virtuous monarch, what is that... Ball.."

A strong man with a meaty face thought about it, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration and patted the shelf lane: "That's not right! It's the one who begged for someone.. Hungry! ”

"Pull your car well!" The young man laughed and scolded them, "I don't know a single big character, and I can't cut people in the right place, so I've heard the storyteller of the Full Moon Building talk about the Three Kingdoms a few times, but what kind of literati are pretended to be every day.."

The young man teased them, said, took out a box of newly bought Hade Gate from his pocket, shook open the package, popped out one of his fingers, and handed it to Jiang Cang in front of him, "The cigarette is not good, Brother Jiang forgive me!" ”

"Where's that?" Jiang Cang replied to the young man's original sentence, took it easily, and lit it with the match handed by the young man, and took a sip skillfully, swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog.

In my previous life, I went to work, stayed up late, and all kinds of entertainment, cigarettes and alcohol, and other things, so I naturally got a little bit of addiction, and I was not addicted, so it was dispensable.

This friend handed it over, just order it, the right to smoke, if you really want to live early and die two minutes later, it's not bad for this one.

In particular, Jiang Cang also knew that 'Yuan Energy' could not only replenish the longevity consumed in this world, but also remove all kinds of toxins from the body!

As long as you don't smoke a hundred and eighty packs a day before you get Yuan Neng, you can't get along with yourself, and try your best to kill yourself, then it's really difficult for you to die.

"Hardman is good smoke."

Jiang Cang took a few puffs and tasted it, in addition to finding that he had not smoked in this life, and now he suddenly had one, his mind was dizzy, and he also felt that this cigarette was strong enough, and his throat was full of spicy.

It can be seen that this Hardmen can sweep the entire Republic of China, so that the newspapers will publish it, 'No one smokes Hardmen, everyone smokes Hardmen!' The slogan does have some uniqueness.

But I'm not an old smoker, and I can only feel that it's strong enough.

The rest needs to be tasted carefully, and don't dare to talk about it, so as not to be laughed at by the old smoker next to you.

Because Jiang Cang saw that after the young man took a puff of cigarette, he spit out three smoke rings in succession, one rounder than the other, and the bells and whistles were very old-fashioned, and eighty percent of them were used to soak girls.

"Brother Jiang thinks it's good, then brother will give you the hour?"

When the young man heard Jiang Cang say that this cigarette was good, he asked with a smile, and he was going to send Jiang Cang a cigarette over in two days, which could be regarded as a good relationship, in case Jiang Cang would soar in the future, he would at least be able to catch up with a sentence.

"A friend handed it over. It's not good to take this bite usually. Practicing martial arts is not good for hurting the lungs. Jiang Cang didn't smoke most of the remaining cigarettes, and he really smoked between his two fingers, which could be regarded as lighting incense for Wang Lao Liu and the others in front of him.

"Brother Jiang gives his brother face.." The young man didn't say anything more, and he didn't smoke himself for the rest of the way, for fear of making this Brother Jiang embarrassed. ’

It wasn't until Jiang Cang and his entourage walked the East Street trail, came to the outside of the city, buried the body, turned around and returned to the city, finished sending the frame car, turned to Nanjie Avenue, recognized the road of Qian Ye's house, and went home to disperse, the young man really couldn't help but smoke and ordered one by himself.

"It's early four o'clock, and it's almost dawn."

On the street from South Street back to West Street.

The young man glanced at the dim sky, then squinted at one or two pedestrians who had risen early on the street, and picked up the cigarette again, feeling quite chic and at ease for a while, as if the exhaustion of his busy night had gone with this smoke cloud and the cool breeze of the morning.

And Jiang Cang didn't care about the young man's carefree appearance, but thought about some things again.

Because I followed everyone this night, I basically walked around the city, not really walking in circles, but purposefully exploring the places where I wanted to stay for a long time.

And along the way.

Jiang Cang knew that 'West Street' was just a common name for local residents, and it actually meant 'Xicheng area', which was very large, and the same was true for other southeast, southern, and southeastern streets.

And the nightclub where he is located belongs to the Xicheng neighborhood, and Li Jiuye also lives here.

In addition, Jiang Cang chatted with everyone all the way, plus what he saw, he roughly knew that there was a blacksmith shop, five gambling houses, seventeen restaurants, firewood and rice, cloth, pawnshops and other business facades.

South Street and East Street, Jiang Cang also turned around at night, basically similar to West Street, but North Street did not turn.

The street I walk on now is commonly known as South Street by local residents.

It's just that.

Jiang Cang and the young man walked and walked, passing by a store, and after smelling a medicinal fragrance, they looked up, reflecting the morning light, and saw that this store was called 'Chen's Pharmacy'

"The herbs sold in this pharmacy are not complete." Jiang Cang asked the young man beside him as he walked.

"The biggest in the whole city." The young man finished smoking a cigarette, not like digging the soil all night, but in good spirits, and turned his head to look at the medicine hall passing by, "The doctor in this medicine hall has very high medical skills." Usually anyone in the gang has a cold and cold, and they all run to South Street. The doctor is a medicine to get rid of the disease, and he doesn't need to scrape the sha, so he will suffer less from the sin. ”

"What time does it open?" Jiang Cang didn't care about medical skills, he wanted to know if he could match his own medicinal materials here, plus this place was quite close to the nightclub, so he didn't have to run around, he went to collect them next to each other.

"Eight or nine, huh?" The young man was not sure, "I haven't paid attention to these things, and it's afternoon when I usually wake up." ”

"Come in the afternoon, then." Jiang Cang didn't say anything more, because he ran all night and had another fight, and he also wanted to get a good night's sleep.

And the place to sleep is still in the backyard of a nightclub.

There is also a small room there, which Jiang Cang only came to the Hejiu Gang yesterday, and there is no place to arrange it temporarily, so the young people specially sorted it out.

When Jiang Cang returned to the backyard house, he saw that it was also very clean, so he didn't have anything to say, sleep.

This sleep passed.

Until one or two o'clock in the afternoon.

The first thing Jiang Cang did when he woke up was to take off the gauze wrapped in his hand like a steamed bun.

Because I'm going to go out to learn to drive in a while, if I wrap a gauze with a steamed bun in my hand, wrapped like a corn dumpling, what is it called?

This doesn't say whether you can learn to drive with zongzi, just say that in such an image, it is so thick and safe, I don't know, I think my hand bones are not misplaced!

"Let's go to the pharmacy first, and see if the medicinal materials are all in order." Jiang Cang finished taking the gauze, and when he sniffed it again, the rouge smell was gone, it was slightly bloody and smelly, and he didn't wait for the mosquitoes to favor him, so he threw the gauze, not pretentious.

After moving his palm again, Jiang Cang saw that the wound on his hand was not deep and had already scabbed, so he got out of bed and moved his body, and the part on his back that was smashed by the chair was still a little painful, but it did not affect his strength.

It is estimated that in the past few days when I learned to drive, I will be able to fully recover.

After Jiang Cang finished thinking about this, he didn't ink anything, went out through the back door, hung up the lock again, carried the key given to him by the young man, and walked towards the medicine hall on South Street.

..

"Cigarettes, fire, osmanthus candy.."

"Osmanthus sweet wine brewing~"

With a shout from the street.

Twenty minutes away.

Jiang Cang pawned gold bars along the way, passed through pedestrians and vendors, bought some cooked beef in a shop to eat, and also came to the door of this medicine hall.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the door of the medicine hall was already open.

Jiang Cang glanced towards the door and saw that the area of more than 200 square meters in the medicine hall could be opened at the entrance of this troublesome block, which was definitely called a 'golden shop!' ’

Take another look around.

Jiang Cang even saw that on the three walls of the medicine hall, the vermilion Chinese medicine cabinet was tightly pasted, as if it was embedded in it, and the drawers were covered with dense labels, which showed that there were definitely many varieties of medicinal materials, and it was a shop full of heritage.

I shouldn't have come in vain this time, and eighty percent of the medicinal materials used in my usual martial arts training have been completed, depending on the price.

"The shopkeeper, are you busy?"

Jiang Cang looked towards the shopkeeper at the Chinese medicine cabinet on the right, and saw that the shopkeeper was in his forties, sitting next to the counter, looking at a copy of the "Compendium of Materia Medica" on the table

He still holds a paper fan in his left hand, like the scholars and young masters in ancient times, while reading, he gently turns his wrist and taps the palm of his right hand with the front end of the fan.

"Bruises?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the book twice, and then took his eyes off the book and glanced at the wound on Jiang Cang's hand.

It's just that when he was about to get up, he moved his gaze to the back of Jiang Cang's hand and fingers, denied his previous sentence, and asked again: "Lian Jiazi?" Dispensing? ”

"Exactly." Jiang Cang didn't deny anything, but hugged his fist and said: "Eagle Claw Fist, Jiang Cang." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he didn't speak, but got up and left the seat first, sandwiched the fan down at the tiger's mouth, and finally bypassed the table, hugged his fists and saluted back: "Chen Jiagou." Tai Chi fan, Chen Ze. ”