At the gate of Fengxiang Inn, Tang Buxiu said to the ram Diao Diao, Qiu Yuebai and Yu Qianqiong: "Playing chess with the stinky chess basket, the more you play, the more stinky it becomes, and the deity will not play with you." Ladies and gentlemen, do it yourself, may the heavens follow the wishes of others, and there will be no time in the future. With a wave of his hand, he left in style.

Qiu Yuebai bowed slightly to the ram Diao Diao and Yu Qianqiong, and did not say a word, contrary to Tang Buxiu.

Yu Qianqiong looked at the ram Diao.

The ram Diao Diao didn't look at Yu Qianqiong, and walked towards the third road.

Yu Qianqiong squinted at the sun and walked towards the fourth path.

Tang Buxiu suddenly shouted: "Hua Fanmo! ”

Yu Qianqiong's footsteps paused slightly, lowered her eyes slightly, and slowly turned her head to look at Tang Buxiu, but she was hit by a piece of speeding mud and was confused.

Tang Buxiu shook off the mud on his hands and said, "The deity remembered that you had caused the mushroom to jump off the cliff, and I was going to throw the knife, but it can be seen that you are so pitiful, and the deity will not be able to send you to see the king of Hades again." Well, in order to look at you better, let's do this. He turned around and rubbed his hands together and strode away.

The little doll squatting on the side of the road playing with mud pointed at Tang Buxiu's back and cried, shouting inarticulately: "Bad guy! Villain! Grab the mud ...... ”

Tang Buxiu suddenly turned around.

The little doll was so frightened that she held back her tears.

Tang Buxiu walked up to the child, bent down, stroked the little doll's face, and said softly: "Good baby, don't cry." ”

The man was so good-looking and gentle before the little doll met, and he nodded busily, promising not to cry.

Tang Buxiu turned around and left, leaving a little doll with a muddy face, shook his head and sighed: "Sure enough, not every little doll is as cute as a mushroom." ”

Yu Qianqiong took out a handkerchief, wiped the mud off her face, carried the package, and left in silence.

Four people, four directions. It's all for a woman to get together, but they're separated because of the same woman.

Life originates from oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, but the rivers and lakes are a blood-stained knife, cutting through love and care, but it can separate people from life and death.

Tang Jiaren, who was looking for her thousands of times by everyone, drove the carriage to the location of the Baba Building. She thought: If the ram Diao Diao knew that he had escaped from Xiaoxiao Yuxie, he would definitely come to the vicinity of Bairao Pavilion to find him.

When night came, she weighed a tael of silver, and decisively felt that she was sleeping in the open and temporarily staying in a sheltered place on the street.

The prodigal man passed by, got lustful, and quietly climbed into the carriage, ready to accomplish good deeds.

Tang Jiaren said directly: "The one in the quilt looks better." ”

The swinger man didn't believe it, but he still lifted the corner of the quilt, saw the rhyme pen that slit his throat and died, and was so frightened that his mother screamed and ran away.

That's fast.

Tang Jiaren covered the rhyme pen again and muttered, "Good job." It's not in vain that I'll take you along. ”

Many people must not understand what Tang Jiaren did, but she has her own plans.

The next day, I passed through the village and saw someone doing a funeral.

Tang Jiaren leaned over and was about to eat with a mouthful of rice, but someone waved it out with a broom. When I asked the reason, it was because she was wearing red and green.

Tang Jiaren couldn't, so he had to drive the carriage away. I finally found a dart bureau and asked someone to escort the body to a place.

Yes, he was kicked out again.

Fortunately, there are still good people, and when they saw that she really didn't understand, they pointed out one or two.

So, Tang Jiaren drove the carriage to Yizhuang, found a guide master, paid a deposit of one or two silver, entrusted Yunbi's body to him, and sent a three-day small building to Meng Shuilan, and got a five-tael honorarium.

This kind of work of sending the dead back to their hometown is what the guide master is used to, but in the face of such a fresh corpse, there is no paper from the yamen, and he is afraid of causing trouble and is unwilling to accept it.

Tang Jiaren promised to guide the master, and after the deed was completed, he would receive a reward of twenty taels.

The guide master was worried that Tang Jiaren would deceive him, so he set his eyes on the beads of different colors on her collar.

Tang Jiaren directly turned around and sat in the carriage, raised the horsewhip, and was about to leave.

Seeing that the big business was about to run, the guide master hurriedly stopped the person, answered the matter, and asked her if she had anything to explain.

Tang Jiaren shook his head and drove the carriage away.

Meng Shuilan is a fine person, and she is used to pondering. She sent back the rhyme pen that claimed to be the little girl of Baichuan Pavilion, and he would definitely find out by himself. If you give him a direction, you will limit him. Ay...... Let's figure it out for ourselves.

Tang Jiaren drove the carriage back to the vicinity of the town where Babalou was located, unloaded the carriage from the horse, discarded the carriage, and then led the horse into the town, looked for a tooth shop, sold the horse, and got twenty taels of silver.

I think that at the beginning, she was a person who sat on a mountain of gold and silver!

As soon as she thought of this, she couldn't help but think of Yu Qianqiong, and suddenly gritted her teeth! She left in a hurry and left the remaining ninety-one taels of silver in the inn. When she thought of the battle of Babalou under her painstaking management, walking on thin ice, good intentions, conscientiousness, and painstaking arrangement, the silver tickets she got were all crumpled and crumpled pieces of waste paper because of Yu Qianqiong, and she felt that she couldn't breathe. As soon as she thought that the only remaining ninety-one taels of silver also fell into Yu Qianqiong's arms, her heart ached.

Ay...... People really have to have something to do, to distract themselves, otherwise it is easy to think about the things that make them miserable.

What a sin!

Tang Jiaren took a deep breath and persuaded herself: It is also a very good special taste to have such a person in his lifetime to become a blunt knife inserted in his heart. Well, very! Good!

She bought a curtain fence, put it on her head, and wandered around in front of the cloth village, and saw a thin man standing behind the counter, yawning boredly, walking into the store and pretending to buy cloth, and chatting casually, but she only knew that the proprietress had been killed by a black-hearted person.

Tang Jiaren went in and out of the restaurant teahouse and asked if anyone could treat incurable diseases, so as to explore the place where the ram was Diao, but there was no gain. She was about to leave when she heard someone claim that there was a miracle doctor in the east who was healing people. Tang Jiaren rushed away, but what he saw was Bu Rang Xing persuading an old man to treat baldness with some silver taels.

The old man refused, so he hurriedly gave way and left.

Step Rang Xing said firmly: "You have to be bald, and there are no hairs left." ”

The old man was furious, picked up his stick and gave way.

The old woman in the courtyard next door coughed and said, "Evil." ”

Tang Jiaren didn't talk.

The old woman said to Tang Jia: "Girl, are you looking for someone?" ”

Tang Jiaren shook his head and turned to leave.

Tang Jiaren was tired from running around, and after eating hard, she returned to the small courtyard rented by Yu Qianqiong, threw away the curtain fence, tore off the uncomfortable disguise cream, washed up briefly, and slept with her head covered.

I was sleeping soundly, when I suddenly heard a knock on the door, which was as rapid as a war drum, urging people to go to the battlefield.

Accompanied by the sound of banging on the door, there were also shouts from others: "Open the door!" Open the door! ”

Tang Jiaren snorted with her nose, reluctantly got up, pulled her shoes, draped her hair, yawned and walked out of the room, came to the door, and asked, "Who?" ”

The outsider shouted: "Catch fast! Open the door! ”