The day after the Northern Thunder General Yu Culture and repulsion, Lao Feng's bun shop opened as usual to do business, as if nothing had happened.

Fu Junwu left with Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling last night, Yu Wenhua and the seriously injured were unable to hunt down the three of them, and the two gangsters in Yangzhou City may have quietly changed their fate from now on.

After Yu Wenhua escaped with serious injuries, he fled Yangzhou with his men overnight, and he didn't know where to heal his injuries.

Today, the business of Lao Feng's steamed bun shop is very good, just three poles a day, all the steamed buns have been sold out, and people who have not bought steamed buns can only leave with regret.

Because when Bei Minglei made steamed buns, he used Shangcheng's martial arts to bring out the deliciousness of food Bunsen to the extreme, so the steamed buns he made were better than others and addictive.

Because of something on his mind, Beiming Lei simply decided to close the store as soon as possible and discussed with Lao Feng and his wife about moving out of Yangzhou.

Although he is not afraid of Yu Culture, Bei Minglei does not want to get involved in the disputes in the world at this stage, and he wants to keep a low profile for a while before the immortal path is completed.

It's a pity that some things can't be hidden, just when Bei Minglei was about to close the store, two people, an old man and a young man, came outside Lao Feng's bun shop.

The young man is rich and jade, handsome and extraordinary, although he does not wear armor and does not hold weapons, but he is facing a soldier, and his martial arts are not low.

The old man looked much ordinary, dressed in linen, and looked like an old peasant, but there was a trace of cold light in his eyes from time to time, and Bei Ying Lei could feel the breath of the corpse mountain and sea of blood from him.

The old man was in front, and the young man was behind, and when he came to Lao Feng's bun shop, he saw Bei Ying Lei and asked:

"This little brother, do you still have buns for sale?"

Bei Minglei shook his head and said: "The buns are sold out, the old gentleman wants to buy them, please be early tomorrow!"

The young man took out a piece of broken silver and shouted arrogantly to Bei Ying Lei: "I'll double the price, and I'll make a new basket of steamed buns immediately!"

Bei Ying Lei didn't even look at the young man, and kept his eyes on the old man.

"Shixin, don't be rude!" The old man stopped the young man before he said to the Northern Thunder:

"This little brother, the old man has heard of the delicious steamed buns of the Feng family, so he came from outside the city today to taste them, and asked the little brother to make it convenient!"

Bei Ying Lei glanced at the old man deeply, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, but you have to wait for half an hour!"

"No problem!" The old man gladly accepted, but then turned his face and smiled bitterly:

"Little brother, the old man is old and his legs are inconvenient, but the old man can be allowed to come into the house and sit!"

Bei Minglei nodded in agreement, and called Sister-in-law Zhen to come out to entertain the guests, the two saw Sister-in-law Zhen's beauty, and the young man's breathing was a little heavier, but the old man's face was as usual, and he quickly focused his attention on Bei Minglei's method of making steamed buns.

To be honest, it is definitely a pleasure to watch Beiming Lei make steamed buns, and his clean and neat knife skills and otherworldly techniques quickly attracted the attention of young people again.

"What kind of martial arts is this?!" The young man asked himself that he had studied the way of martial arts quite deeply, and he was guided by a famous teacher, even if it was a masterpiece in the world, he knew three points, but he could see the martial arts revealed in the Beiming Thunder's method of making buns, but he broke out in a cold sweat.

"There is such a powerful sword technique in the world!"

In the sigh of the old and the young, a cage of steamed buns was quickly ready, and it was placed in front of the two, revealing a peculiar aroma, which attracted people's index fingers.

The old man unceremoniously reached out and grabbed a bun and put it in his mouth, and when he took a bite, the rich aroma of the meat and the delicious gravy accompanied by the sweetness of the vegetables filled his taste buds.

The young man couldn't help but pick up the bun and bite it gently, and then his eyes opened and he almost bit his tongue off.

"How can there be such delicious buns in this world!"

After sighing, the young man sent the buns to his mouth one after another, and he was not afraid of getting hot.

A cage of steamed buns, after a while, it entered the stomachs of an old man and a young man, and the sister-in-law who watched it thought that he was reincarnated by starving ghosts, and she was afraid that the two would choke to death, so she quickly poured a glass of water for them.

The old man looks quite old, but his appetite is not small, there are fifty steamed buns in a whole cage, and he and the young man ate twenty-five alone, you must know that ordinary people eat three enough to eat, so it can be seen that the old man's usual amount of food is not small.

"Hiccup~~" After eating the buns, the old man took a sip of tea, and after a deep burp, he leaned on the chair with a satisfied face.

The young man boldly wiped the oil stains on his mouth, and said loudly to the Northern Thunder:

"Boss, let's wrap up another basket of steamed buns, I'll take it away!"

Bei Minglei wiped his hands with a towel, then shook his head and said, "I ran out of flour, I can't make buns!"

The old man smiled at this time: "Little brother is a good craft, and the buns are better than the palace imperial meal!"

Bei Minglei frowned, and replied unceremoniously: "The old gentleman has eaten imperial food!"

The old man knew that he was speechless, and he snorted and avoided the problem of the Northern Thunder.

"I see that my little brother's bun shop is full of customers, I'm afraid that it will be making money every day!" The old man looked carefully around the bun shop, as if he was gossiping.

"I don't dare to say that I am making money every day, I just barely survive!" Sister-in-law Zhen replied while packing up her things:

"Now that the world is not good, and the imperial court has increased so many harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, we can only make some small profits!"

Hearing Sister-in-law's words, the original smile on the old man's face gradually retracted, and the young man behind him showed even more resentment, but Bei Minglei could see that his resentment was aimed at the harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes.

"Harsh government is fiercer than a tiger!" The young man whispered, but the old man heard it, but he didn't say much, just sighed deeply.

Bei Minglei poured a cup of strong tea for the old man, and then said: "Since the current emperor failed to conquer Goryeo three times and spent a lot of money, he has been taxed in various names, which has caused the people's resentment to boil, and the life of the common people has become more and more difficult!"

The old man replied excitedly: "Your Majesty's three expeditions to Goryeo are to ensure the tranquility of my Great Sui border, although it ended in failure, it is not a bad government!"

Bei Minglei showed a strange look when he heard this, in today's world, there are not many people who can speak for Yang Guang, and in combination with the age of the old man, Bei Minglei has already guessed his identity.

"Although the emperor is eloquent, it is a pity that he is too radical, otherwise he would not have governed the huge country like this!" Bei Ying Lei said regretfully.

"Oh!" When the old man heard Bei Ying Lei's words, he couldn't help but look at him twice, and asked curiously:

"Little brother also has some opinions on the situation in the court!"

"It's nothing, it's just some of the kid's usual thoughts, I can't take it seriously!"

The old man suddenly became interested, sat up straight, and asked curiously:

"Little brother's thoughts, I'm willing to tell the old man!"

Bei Minglei waved his hand and said, "Xiaomin doesn't dare to act rashly!"

"It's okay!" The old man smiled and said, "There are only four of you and me here, and what the little brother said will never fall into the ears of the fifth person!"

"That kid is Meng Lang!"

"The kid thinks that if the current emperor is not too radical, he will definitely surpass the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty!"

The first sentence of the Northern Thunder calmed the old and the young.