Since he played that incident, the man has been in line with the principle that more things are better than less things, and he no longer talks to the guest on the bamboo raft who has something to do with Yanyulou.

Look at a very good young man, why is it the Jianghu people who fight and kill all day long, this man sighed in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, the more than two taels of silver in the money bag on his waist seemed to be as hot as trying to scorch his flesh.

Although this man is lazy, if he cheers up and supports the penny, the bamboo raft has a vague momentum of a warship riding the wind and waves.

Jiangzhou zigzags hundreds of miles of waterways from south to north, naturally can not be achieved overnight, before the sky completely darkens, men often dock at a village and town ferry, light a fire to cook.

It is not easy for the boat to make a fire on the boat, often two meals a day, morning and evening, and the flow of rocking the oar and the penny are all difficult, and there is no hard meat and fish, so most of the boats will bring non-perishable food such as pickled fish and bacon, and then from the shore farmers or begging, or occasionally pay two pennies, you can go to the vegetable garden to pick at will.

Throwing off the vegetables and vegetables picked from the river, the man threw them into the boiling iron pot, and stirred the pot with a knife that had just cut the bacon, and the oil and water all went into the pot.

New rice, bacon, vegetables and vegetables, plus half of the small pieces of salt that the man knocked off with the back of a knife from the cloth bag, are a good pot of porridge.

The man broke two branches from the shore and peeled off the bark to make chopsticks, and the man smashed the bar with satisfaction, but when he saw the young guest on the side again, he thought about it for a while, and handed the whole pot to the one first.

In the past, the guests who sat on his bamboo raft did not share a meal with Zhouzi, and most of them were a little disgusted, and the man tried to save effort, and he was afraid that the bowl that he couldn't help but bump into would be broken, after all, no matter how cheap it was, he would also need some copper plates, and he was the only one to eat this meal, and a pot was enough.

When the young guest helped him to gather wood and make a fire, the man was a little worried, but he was afraid of something, and he could only hope that the guest had a lesser appetite.

When Wei Changpan pulled a layer of porridge noodles closer to his mouth, the man's face was not unusual.

When Wei Changpan took out a piece of bacon from the iron pot and put it in his mouth, the man couldn't bear it anymore.

When Wei Changpan leaned against the edge of the iron pot and swallowed heavily, the man turned his face away and couldn't bear to look at it again.

When the guest with an astonishing amount of food put down the iron pot and patted his ass and left, the man looked at the meat porridge that was less than half full in the iron pot, and his bitter gourd face was ridiculous.

The man who sighed and drank the porridge listened to the movement, and when the guest returned, he became nervous again, for fear that he would come back without eating enough and worry about the rest of the stuff, and eat the porridge a little faster.

The man looked at a meat cake put into the iron pot and was stunned, looked up at the guest, who was chewing another cake, and when he saw the man look up, he said:

"Don't like this meatloaf?"

The man shook his head vigorously, picked up the cake and chewed it, the fragrant sauce meat sandwiched between the cut biscuits was still hot, and the sauce-fragrant gravy filled the man's mouth, which was a taste he didn't know for a long time, this bite was hurriedly swallowed by the man before he had time to taste it, and then the man who opened his mouth to bite down devoured the whole cake, and then looked at Wei Changpan's eyes were a little different.

The young man hurriedly protected the meatloaf and took three or two bites, and his mouth was stuffed and he didn't forget to open his mouth vaguely:

"There are only these two sandwich meatloaf left in the shop, I haven't eaten enough, so I brought Zhang back with me, Uncle don't think about another one. ”

The man remembered the instructions of those Zhouzi who had escaped from Maoli County overnight, and when he saw those clothes embroidered with clouds, he looked around with his blades in his hand, and ran as far as he could, saying that the people in Yanyulou were almost the same as the bandits who robbed their houses.

The man still didn't dare to slack off, the bed cover was naturally for this guest, but Wei Changpan said that he was staying overnight with a nearby family, so he no longer fought with the man for this bed.

Staying in someone's house, laying some straw for the bed quilt, it costs 20 yuan, Wei Changpan has some pain But he slept on the man's bed, and people had to be the heaven and the earth for the feast, which he didn't want.

Wei Changpan played a set of boxing before going to bed, the frame is still the five styles, but the subtleties are very different, there are more than 30 kinds of changes born from these five styles, when Qian Er Ye told him that the four-story realm did not teach him the blade before, only practiced fists and feet, Wei Changpan was still quite puzzled, but now he can say that these more than 30 kinds of changes can be said to be "through", less than twenty, he somewhat understands Qian Er Ye's intentions.

Different from only splitting, drilling, collapsing, cannon, and horizontal five styles only need to be repeated, and now there is still a lot of attention in this change, and more than 30 kinds of changes can give birth to thousands of ways to use the enemy, according to the number of opponents, the level of the realm, whether there are blades and the types of blades, each has a collocation, and Wei Changpan is exhausted.

With either of Master and Master by his side, maybe the situation would be very different now?

Wei Changpan raised his head and looked at the bright moon, the bright moon on the river has been cloudy and sunny for thousands of years, but it is still the round of the moon of the year.

Father, mother, master, and sisters, as well as the sisters in the Xiaoqing Building, are dreaming of the same moon on his head, which is really good.

He slept soundly tonight.

....

"What is the guest doing, the price that has been agreed upon, there is no need to add any more silver. ”

As soon as the man wanted to hand back the two pieces of broken silver in his hand, he was pushed back by the young guest whose hands were far stronger than his.

"Uncle, I am indeed half of Yanyulou. Wei Changpan pushed the man's hand back and said, "But not everyone in Yanyulou is a bad person.... Actually, there are some unavoidable places...."

"It's wrong to rob people of their money. He refuted what he had said before, "Even if you can't live any longer, you can't cut the rice in other people's fields, whether it's borrowing grain, or tightening your belt to get by, it's all good, but other people's things are someone else's." ”

Wei Changpan, who was stepping on the mud on the shore, took three steps back and bowed deeply to the man, but he really scared the man who had been doing the boat for half his life, and was busy returning the salute as usual.

"Don't come here, this little man from the Yanyu Building, we can't accept this gift. ”

"If I have some more silver...."Wei Changpan touched his head embarrassedly, "Maybe those people in the rivers and lakes won't have to rob the silver, and the boatmen in Mali County won't have to escape." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wei Changpan turned around and ran away, leaving the man on the bamboo raft and staring blankly at the back of the young man.

In this world, if there were more such people, the life of the poor might not be so sad, right?