Out of the gate of the restaurant, Shi Keqi took a path opposite to the martial arts hall, not that he was faceless, if this kind of thing happened, Master Yan would not be able to spread it all over the world, and he would only try to narrow the scope of influence. I'm just afraid that I will suddenly meet an acquaintance, but I don't want to be in that embarrassing scene where I don't know what to say.

After walking a long way around the city, he finally found a small dirty hotel to settle down, and then recuperated for more than ten days, snuggling up in bed all day and not going out. Since he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he has also been working in the martial arts hall during this time, and once he is injured, he is much faster than the average person.

After another day, his body was much better, and his normal walking could be hindered, so he settled the bill and left the city.

Walking all the way for more than a month, tired and sleepy looking for a night in the wilderness, thirsty to drink river water, suffering from a long journey, the injury is getting better day by day, but the body is weak, it takes time to fully recover.

On this day, I walked to a relatively prosperous township at will, the town is located in the traffic artery, and there are major roads leading to the city in all directions. There is a torii in front of the bazaar that reads "All the way to the west". The town is called all the way to the west, which sounds quite elegant, but this is still under the jurisdiction of Linxian County, Shi Keqi thought.

The market was crowded with people, and the sounds of selling and bargaining came and went, and it was much more lively than the town he frequented to catch the market, and Shi Keqi walked around, noticing a few outsiders who spoke a stiff local dialect to deal with the locals.

There are many small rice shops on the roadside that offer quick stir-fry and noodle soup, and more than a dozen ingredients are clearly marked with prices, and the prices are affordable.

Shi Keqi walked around for a while, felt a little hungry, and after comparing the surroundings, he entered a small shop called "Guanxi Rice Shop", the food taste of the shop should be better than the one next to it called "Beef Paste Stir-fried" from the name alone.

There were six or seven small square tables in the shop, and most of the empty seats were filled.

There are two people in charge of the shop, the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper is the chef and the side dish handyman, and the shopkeeper collects money and the shopkeeper is the second child; the two are busy sweating profusely, but what each guest ordered, sitting at the table, how much money to charge, but remember clearly, no mistake.

Shi Keqi ordered two dishes, one is called fried pork with green peppers, and the other is fried pork with cabbage, both of which are pork, and there is no way to have this kind of meat in the small rice shop. The government has strict control over beef, cattle are the main force in cultivating the fields, and slaughtering cattle requires slaughter documents issued by the government, and there are few beef cattle raised privately.

There is a little more mutton, but the people who come to this small shop are very difficult to eat, and no one has learned to call pork soaked in sheep feces and sheep urine mutton, which is much cheaper than authentic mutton.

Shi Keqi hadn't eaten a good meal for several days, and having pork to eat was a lot for him.

"You know, there's been a big deal out of town lately. A peasant at the next table, about thirty or forty years old, mysteriously said to his food companion that although he had deliberately lowered his voice, the volume of the voice was higher than that of normal conversation.

The people around them suddenly slowed down their eating and lowered the volume of their conversation. The middle-aged farmer felt that many people had begun to notice him, and waited expectantly for his food companion's reaction.

"What's the matter?"

"Well, I can't believe it, and it's hard to say. "The middle-aged farmer is even more mysterious.

"Tell me about it. The food companion said angrily.

"You don't say yes until you settle the lunch money, it's not a lot of money. ”

"This time I please, next time you please come back. ”

"I probably don't remember that. ”

"Okay, okay. ”

Without making anyone wait, the middle-aged farmer raised his voice quite happily and threw out the news: "The water monkey is here!" and waved his hand, waiting for the audience's reaction.

The name of the water monkey is not majestic, ordinary, as if it is the same as the monkey in the mountain, nothing special, but as one of the legendary monsters of the Northern Dynasty children who stopped crying when they heard it, it is still very deterrent.

Legend has it that the water monkey is extremely powerful in the water, and generally haunts the river at night, as long as someone is close to the river, it will burst out of the water and grab people and drag them to the river to eat.

The food companion pouted and said, "Fake, scared children, I haven't seen it so big." ”

The people who ate melons heard around were also disdainful.

Seeing that everyone didn't believe themselves, the middle-aged farmer threw out heavy information again: "A woman and child in Majia Village were caught and eaten by water monkeys last night. "Majia Village is a village under the jurisdiction of the town all the way to the west, about fifteen miles away from the town.

This is a bit interesting, the time, place and people are all together, even if it turns out to be fake news in the end, it does not prevent the people who hear it from talking about it for a while. A few people around came around with rice bowls, and the shopkeeper also noticed the situation here, and saw that the guests' dishes were basically finished, and they also walked over; the shopkeeper saw it, glared at the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper's neck shrank, took a step back, or decided to stand and listen to the story and not wash the dishes for the time being.

Well, it feels good to be the center of a small circle. The middle-aged farmer was secretly refreshed, and began to add fuel and vinegar to tell the stories he had heard: whose daughter-in-law was the woman very beautiful, the children were pitiful, the water monkeys were so cruel, and so on.

Everyone was fascinated by it, some smacked their tongues, some sighed, and some felt a little cold on the back of their necks. It didn't take long for the story to be told, mainly because the narrator had run out of words that he could organize for a while, and his head was a little blank, and it was no blue to describe it with game words.

After everyone discussed for a while, the middle-aged farmer may have replied to the blue and added: "Wait for the mayor to come and post a reward notice." ”

"The government doesn't care?" someone asked.

"I reported to the police last night, and this morning there were a few arrests in the county who quickly read the report that it was drowning, although the body was not found, but it did not affect them to go back and close the case. ”

"Now the county seat under the jurisdiction of this place is still very peaceful, who believes this, who likes to make a demon and a monster in the official, and you have to catch it if you get it out, can you catch it? "The middle-aged peasants still have some insights, and they have a bloody analysis of the attitude of the government.

"The case is closed, why does the mayor still hold on to it, and dare to post a notice to offer a bounty for the water demon?" someone caught a loophole and asked.

"Why are you so stupid, I only said that I posted a notice, I didn't catch the water demon, the notice will say that it is looking for someone, and if there is a capable person, I will tell the requirements in private, and I have already gone to the city to invite a master, and the town will post a notice again, nothing more than the mentality that cannot be missed. Don't underestimate the family, the mayor is a relative of his family, and there are other relatives in the city who have the power and money. ”

When the middle-aged peasant talks about the city, he seems to be a bit like an official master.

"How do you know so clearly?" The person who said this sentence looked like he didn't usually like people, but Shi Keqi said that he asked well.

"Well, I'm the next door neighbor next door to the mayor's aunt's house, and the mayor was notified last night, and his aunt told me early in the morning not to tell me about it. After saying this, the middle-aged farmer's tone dissipated like an official master, and he was a little depressed. Old women, farmers who like to tell stories, don't tell them...... Taken together, these factors make the statute of limitations for confidentiality never exceed a quarter of an hour.

After listening to this freshly baked story with a nose and eyes, Shi Keqi thought of the mandrill he had killed before, and believed it in his heart, and then asked the location of the notice after eating, and went out after checking out.

This is a wall made of adobe bricks, plastered with white plaster, with wooden linoleum cloth to protect from the rain, two meters wide and three meters high; of course, it is not as powerful as the eight-character wall with several steps in the city, and the town cannot be taboo to build it like that if you have money.

There were only a few people in front of the notice list, Shi Keqi easily leaned over and looked for it, there were a few official tax documents of the government on the wall, some notices about farming, fire prevention and theft prevention in the town, and a wanted notice for a thief with the prefect's seal.

These pieces of paper are a little yellow, and I am afraid that it will take some time to paste them, and I have not seen the missing person notice that the middle-aged farmer said. Shi Keqi thought to himself that it was okay anyway, so it was better to wait and see if the mayor was really coming.

It didn't take more than ten breaths, and the main owner didn't arrive, but he waited for a few people who were a little excited, oh, a little familiar, it was someone who had eaten at the same restaurant just now. I don't want to talk to them, it's too rustic and boring, Shi Keqi thought.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour or so, a man carrying a small bucket came in the middle of the crowd, with a piece of paper under his arm, pacing unhurriedly. is about thirty years old, with a Chinese face and a calm bearing. There was paste in the bucket with a small brush stuck in the middle.

He picked up the brush and brushed the paste in the blank space of the notice board, pasted the paper, and patted it a few times with the palm of his hand, feeling that it was sticky, turned around and saw an acquaintance, said hello and left.

The crowd hula-la, and there was no notice for a while.

Shi Keqi squeezed in to see that it was a missing person notice, which read: A woman and a child in Majia Village fell into the water, and their whereabouts are unknown for the time being. Address: All the way to the West Town of Mafu.

It was really said by a middle-aged farmer, there are cattle people in the people, and the mountains are uplifted.

A, B, C, and D had already occupied a good position, stretched out their necks and opened their eyes wide to look at the words on it very seriously, uh, except for the word "one", I didn't recognize the other words, scratching my ears and disturbing my cheeks.

Fortunately, there was a gray-haired old boy who passed by and shook his head and read it, but the old boy had a lot of complaints about the four words of stunts, playing some acrobatics or chanting scriptures by monks and Taoists.

It is a pity that Confucianism did not teach people to practice water acrobatics, so the old boy probably would not apply.

Before noon, there was a lot less shouting on both sides of the road, and many people went back to the market, and some people had to leave early to save the night before they got home, and those who were not far away also had to go back to rest or work.