At the time of the prosperity of the dynasty, the city of Yangzhou was full of people, the merchants on both sides of the street, the sound of street vendors selling was endless, accompanied by the noise of pedestrians, but it was full of the atmosphere of the market.

At this moment, a fragrance wafted in, only to see the crowd, a small shop is located on the side of the street, the master of the shop is busy putting the freshly wrapped wontons into the boiling water, the water vapor is steaming, accompanied by the unique fragrance, the most seductive stomach.

Yang Ming, who had been on the road for most of the day, suddenly felt a little hungry, so he walked over.

The shop is a bit old, the stove is blackened with smoke, and the tables and chairs are clean and smooth, but the fact that they are old cannot be disguised.

There are not many people in the small shop, and it is estimated that only half of the seats are sitting, in fact, this is normal, there are many shops selling food in Yangzhou City, plus street vendors are robbing business, this shop can survive because the master who makes wontons can make a fragrant pot of old soup.

walked into the store and sat down casually, an old woman who seemed to be very husband and wife with the master who was boiling the soup hurriedly came over to greet her, Yang Ming ordered a bowl of wonton noodles and sat there pondering, his fingers knocking on the table involuntarily and frequently.

Next, I didn't encounter any arrogance and arrogance on the street, and then Yang Ming made a righteous move, followed by a plot of slapping and slapping in the face.

Everything is very peaceful, eat and eat, and walk away after eating, there are countless pedestrians on the street, but there are also one or two shabby men who look at the thick soup boiled by the old master and swallow a mouthful of saliva, just touch the wallet but shake their heads helplessly and walk away.

But also, even if there is really a noble son who wants to play prestige, he should go to the highest and largest Qinglou restaurant in Yangzhou City to play, and he will only enter the place where this kind of mud legs will enter and see the people inside, isn't it just insulting his identity.

The master's handiwork is very good, and after a while, a bowl of fragrant wonton noodles will be baked.

It's just that at this time, the old woman who cleaned up the tables and chairs, washed the dishes, and served the dishes was squatting in a certain corner to wash the dishes and chopsticks, and the master had to serve them to Yang Ming himself.

Just when the old master arrived at Yang Ming's table and had not yet spoken, Yang Ming, who was thinking seriously, suddenly raised his head, stared at his eyes, and said seriously:

"This bowl of wonton noodles must be expensive. ”

The old master's face was stunned, but he grinned and said with a simple smile.

"Childe said and laughed, a mere bowl of wonton noodles is only five cents, how can it be expensive?"

The wrinkles on the master's face are huddled together, and the kind face that makes people feel like a grandfather at home, makes people involuntarily feel a sense of trust.

However, the corners of Yang Ming's mouth curled slightly, and he said with a smile:

"That feeling is good, and you can eat the wonton noodles made by the commander-in-chief Luo for five cents, there are not many people in this world who can have this kind of encounter. ”

The old master's expression froze, and then shocked, confused, disbelieving and other expressions came to his heart in an instant, but fortunately, those expressions were only fleeting, and the people around him were completely unaware of it.

I saw him bend down and put the wonton noodles on the table in front of Yang Ming, like a rickety old man, and whispered in Yang Ming's ear:

"Childe has good eyesight, but it's not a place for conversation with a lot of people, can you take a different step to speak?"

Yang Ming smiled slightly, did not nod or shake his head.

Half an hour later, in a remote courtyard in Yangzhou City, a middle-aged man steamed fish Yang Ming and the two sat opposite each other.

At this time, Commander-in-Chief Luo had already returned to his original appearance, with a burly body, a Chinese face, and deep eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon.

At this moment, he picked up the teapot on the table and poured tea into the teacup in front of him and Yang Ming, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water, wisps of mist spread out and dissipated into the air.

"The old man has been a brocade guard for many years, and he thinks that his disguise and camouflage skills are all over the world, but he can't prevent Yang Shaoxia's discerning skills, but he doesn't know where to show flaws, and he also asks Yang Shaoxia for advice. ”

As the words fell, the two teacups happened to be filled, but not a single drop of water splashed on the table.

Yang Ming smiled slightly, but said vaguely:

"How can there be a perfect disguise in the world? Commander-in-Chief Luo has been in a high position for many years, even if he pretends to be an official, he will have the power of an official, and he is only a keen spirit. ”

Hearing this, Luo An nodded, and did not continue to ask.

Seeing Luo An's calm face, Yang Ming knew that this explanation was not very reliable, but did you let him say that I had read a novel called Jianghu Fengyunchuan, in which there was a commander-in-chief of Jinyi Wei named Luo An who liked to pretend to be an old man in Yangzhou City to sell wonton noodles.......

"Last time, the little girl didn't do her best to hunt down the two scum of the rivers and lakes, but she was almost captured, and Lao Yang Shaoxia came to the rescue. ”

Yang Ming suddenly remembered that when he first crossed over, he had indeed rescued a woman from the hands of Mobei Shuangxiong, and when she left, she asked her name.

"The effort of raising hands is not more than minding, but it is just to make love the style of women, and she is worthy of being a tiger girl. ”

"Haha, Yang Shaoxia praised it, if Shaoxia made a move, the little girl would probably have been humiliated and committed suicide. ”

Luo An picked up the teacup from the table and drank it down, then showed the cup to Yang obviously, indicating that he had not done anything.

It's just that Yang Ming didn't move the cup of tea on the table, and the air was a little quiet for a while.

"Commander-in-Chief Luo will not rush over to thank him for this trivial matter. ”

After half an hour passed, seeing that the atmosphere was as quiet as before, Yang Ming asked a little impatiently.

"Since the young man is so open-minded, the old man will not be foolish. ”

As he spoke, Luo An took out a golden token from his arms and placed it on the table.

"This time I came to invite the young man to become my gold medal brocade envoy ......."

The moment he saw the token, Yang Ming's pupils shrank sharply to the size of a pintip.

The so-called gold medal brocade envoy is only under the commander-in-chief in the entire system of the brocade guard.

And unlike the general brocade guard, the gold medal brocade envoy has the right to listen to the tune and not listen to the announcement.

Of course, the most important thing is that the gold medal brocade envoy has the right to visit the royal arsenal every year!

The royal arsenal is definitely the place where the most complete collection of martial arts scriptures in the whole world, and even some unique books on the rivers and lakes may exist in it!