Cheng Fei, Liu Cuiyao, Xiang Kun, and Xiao Jin walked to the mouth of the alley and met Han Bao, Leng Junfeng, and Moqu.

Cheng Fei asked Han Bao if they had noticed anything wrong.

It's a bit remote, and at night the street in front of it is filled with stalls when the nearby river is full of boats. Now except for the pitcher diagonally opposite, basically no one stays.

But what made Han Bao feel strange was that there were a few people there who played for a while and left, came back after a while, played for a while and left, and came again after a while, and so on and over again.

Cheng Fei looked closely, and soon found that he was tired, and then asked Han Bao to identify it, and then put his heart down, in the words he was most familiar with, those people were called "nursery".

Cheng Fei was worried that there was no credible reason to return to the inn late to divert Fu Luo's attention, and when he saw this pitcher, he had an idea in his heart, and immediately asked everyone to come around, and said his plan concisely.

Seeing that everyone nodded in agreement, Cheng Fei took out a jar of wine, asked everyone to rinse their mouths with a mouthful, and spewed out a little wine when they spoke later.

In the middle of the narrow alley is a blood-soaked murder scene, and the mouth of this alley must not be able to stay for long, and it just so happens that only the stall owner and the nursery are left on the opposite side of the pitcher. While assigning roles and arranging the plot for his companions, Cheng Fei staggered towards the opposite side with them, as if he was too drunk.

When they arrived at the front of the stall, Cheng Fei and the others tried their best to identify the appearance of the stall owner as if they were drunk and hazy.

The stall owner was startled when he saw so many people staring at him, he couldn't have come to find trouble, right? He hurriedly made a hand gesture, and the nurseries who had just walked away immediately surrounded him.

Cheng Fei shook his head and turned his gaze to Han Bao, "Little fat man, are you really not mistaken? Is it really this one? Don't pay back the wrong money?"

The stall owner and the nursery are staring wide-eyed, and they have always done everything here, and no one is looking for trouble, so how can they still come to repay the money?

Han Bao's tongue curled, and he said vaguely: "Young Master Ben's memory is good, he can't be wrong, this is the case." I said, who is that?"

Han Bao raised his hand and pointed at the stall owner, "Think about it, did you just give me ten taels of silver ingots as five taels?"

Ahh

The stall owner thought about it carefully, don't come here to cheat me, right? Don't wait for me to admit it, and then take out a fake silver ingot and say that I gave it.

Han Bao put his hand into his arms, took out a silver ingot of ten taels, held it in his hand and asked, "Take a good look, did you give it to me?"

Often play tricks to deceive people, always afraid that others will play tricks to deceive themselves, the stall owner did not dare to answer immediately, to the nurseries made a color, and a nursery took the conversation: "This young master is really a good person, he took more money and sent it back." ”

He complimented him as he took the opportunity to take a closer look and nodded to the stall owner.

Han Bao stretched out his hand and took out a tael of silver and threw it to the nursery, "You can really speak, this young master will reward you." ”

"Thank you, thank you young master for rewarding! I wish the young master a full house of his wife! I wish the young master his descendants all generations!"

That nursery didn't expect to earn a tael of silver with a word, and he couldn't share so much for more than ten days when he was usually busy, this is not the money that everyone earns together, no one can share it, his happy eyes are smiling into a slit.

Several other nurseries didn't expect to say a word late, but they missed the opportunity to make money, and they regretted it one by one.

The stall owner hurriedly approached Han Bao and took the silver ingot.

At this moment, Leng Junfeng, who was burping with wine, said something that made the stall owner and all the nurses want to pounce on it to protect the silver ingot: "Young master, why do I think you returned the money wrong?"

Han Bao swayed a few times as if he was too drunk to stand unsteadily, "It's not wrong! Didn't we play here for half an hour? You don't remember just a short time away?"

Xiang Kun bared his tongue and said, "There is no river in the place where you played just now, you must have made the wrong money." Believe me and ask them if you've been here for half an hour. ”

Before Han Bao could ask, those nurseries were busy testifying, saying that they had watched Han Bao play for half an hour. One of them was even more exaggerated, directly depicting Han Bao with a heroic and wise image of throwing pots, and Han Bao rewarded him with a tael of silver.

Cheng Fei made the appearance that he was leaving.

Han Bao muttered, "It's still early, what can I do when I go back to the inn?" ”

The nurseries immediately responded enthusiastically, praising the stall owners here for their hospitality, children's undeceiving, and flattering Han Bao Hongyundang, Hongfu Qitian, etc., Han Bao felt that goosebumps were about to fall to the ground.

The stall owner and the nursery all felt that as long as Han Bao stayed here, he would put the silver in their pockets, such a generous fool was too rare, and he couldn't let it go easily.

Cheng Fei was not happy, "Speaking of which, it's all him in the limelight, I guess I haven't hit a few times, right? ”

Han Bao hurriedly gave those nurseries a look and let them boast about Chengfei, so a bullish pitching god was born, and two more nurseries got the silver reward.

Cheng Fei felt that the work that needed to be done was already in place, and Han Bao saw Cheng Fei's hint, so he pretended to arrange for Mo Qu, the maid on his side, and Liu Cuiyao, the female guard on Cheng Fei's side, to bet a few games.

Others generally bet on ten copper coins, one hundred copper coins, and half a tael of silver to win or lose, and at most ten taels of silver will reach the sky. With the help of special props and a few childcares, the stall owner can make a small profit every time he gambles.

But the chubby young master in front of him slapped a silver ticket of one hundred taels on the table. What made the stall owner even more shocking was that he looked at the men and women dressed as just guards and entourage, and when he made a move, it was either a hundred taels of silver tickets or twenty taels of gold collars.

Such a willing customer to spend money is hard to find for the stall owner, but looking at their drunken and hazy appearance, the stall owner does not dare to bet on winning or losing. People who drink too much have too many uncertain factors, and it is possible to turn into a fiasco in an instant if it looks like a must-win game.

The stall owner and a few nurses all sighed secretly, the gambling game of hundreds of taels of silver is too childish, in case the little master doesn't like it and brushes his sleeves away, but he can't make any money. But if you follow too much, if you really lose, you will have to lose your old capital, not to mention a lot of pies falling from the sky, I'm afraid that I won't even have money to buy pies today.

The stall owner can only honestly charge the basic fee of ten copper coins for a pot of arrows, and I hope that this little master can reward him with some silver when he serves well.

Diagonally opposite, more than a dozen neatly dressed Xia Yin Sect disciples rushed out, and the leader was a heroic female disciple.

They each held their swords, looked serious, stood at the mouth of the alley, and came directly towards the pitcher.