Song Wen staggered along, and his eyes were full of the picture-like night scene of Bianliang.

There are carts selling pulp, shopping and chatting, and food sellers who are open to welcome customers. Song Wen looked at the one or two pieces of silver in his hand, and walked towards a small foot shop on the side of the road under the guise of wine and rice.

The foot shop is not big, and there is a woman in her forties sitting at the counter, bowing her head and guarding a large vat. There is also a man who entertains a few guests with hospitality. Song Wen walked over, raised his hand and threw the silver over...... "Buy wine!" ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly ran over to put away the silver, and then nodded and asked, "Guest officer, dare to ask whether you drink in our store or take out?"

Song Wen looked at the simple and dim foot shop and a few boiled and cold coarse dishes on the table, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Just give me a pot of spirits......

The man smiled and said: "This little brother, our family's wine is all turbid wine brewed by the Hun family and the little girl, and it is not considered a strong liquor...... However, we can guarantee that there is no water! ”

There were two open-chested idlers sitting at a table inside, and when they heard this, they looked Song Wen up and down, and one of them had a crooked mouth with a ball of heart protection hair and sneered: "Where did the little young chick come from?" Still drinking spirits? Which little lady was tricked by this to find a short-term view? ”

Hahahaha...... Several customers in the store laughed, and some looked at the silver and looked at Song Wen's shabby and ill-fitting short clothes in confusion.

A clay bottle was picked up by the woman, and Song Wen didn't talk nonsense, raised the wine bottle and poured it down.........

The man hurriedly persuaded: "No, no!" Little brother can't drink like this, he'll get drunk! ”

Song Wen dried a bottle of slightly sour turbid wine in one go, and only felt that it was not much different from the beer of later generations...... Want to anesthetize yourself and commit suicide by throwing yourself into the river? I guess I need a box......

"One more bottle!"

"One more bottle!"

"Two more bottles of !!"

A full eight bottles of bad wine went into the stomach. The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his sideburns, and persuaded in surprise: "The little brother is really massive...... But I'm afraid that eating and drinking like this will hurt my body! ”

Song Wen only felt that his stomach was uncomfortable now, and he was not drunk, so he sighed and shook his head and walked out.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and quickly counted a string of ten large coins from the money box and handed it to the man who was still stunned. The man hurriedly caught up with the depressed Song Wen...... "Little brother, look for your money!" Our wine brews fifty wen a bottle, and this is the remaining four hundred wen ......"

Song Wen looked at the string of copper coins handed to him, and felt that if this thing was put on his body, it was estimated that the probability of falling into the river and sinking to the bottom would be greater.

A few idlers crowded to the door to look at the back of this strange boy, and the shopkeeper sighed: "It's amazing, I haven't encountered such a large amount for a long time...... I'm afraid that this doll has encountered something difficult, and it makes people feel distressed to watch. ”

The crooked-mouthed idle man took a sip: "Save it, it's not as good as before!" Which is easy? The ministers wanted to leave a name in history, and the north was not very peaceful, and they were still worried about raising taxes and strengthening the army to recover Yanyun...... It's been decades since you regained it, and you've collected a mouthful? Even a Western Xia barbarian can't control ......"

"Okay, okay, drinking can't stop your mouth? Be careful who hears you and punishes you! ”

"Shit! Why would the Xiang Guild come to this place to drink? Everyone goes to the building to drink flower wine! I have to let the little lady strip her mouth and feed the kind of ...... in her mouth Hahaha. ”

"Hahaha......"

At the corner of the street, the young man who escaped by climbing the ladder looked at Song Wen who was swaying away, and was amazed, and then followed with a step.

I don't know how many streets I crossed, Song Wen saw a wooden arch bridge in front of him spanning a blue wave, and the business shops on both sides of the strait were very lively. There are also a lot more pedestrians coming and going, and the sound of riding a horse and leading a donkey in a sedan chair, shouting and juggling poured into Song Wen's head like the dubbing in the TV series.

Finding a secluded corner under the bridge, Song Wen leaned on a stone and stared blankly at the lively night scene on both sides of the Bianhe River......

"It's not bad, that's it...... Lao Tzu is gone, never again! Nima's ...... If there is a next time, don't let Lao Tzu dress as a turtle again! Or the kind of ...... who sold themselves into slavery and did miscellaneous work."

Song Wen only felt that this body seemed to be a little more sensitive to alcohol, and for a while he was a little dizzy, so he sat down and waited for the dead of night to be quiet and then jumped into the ...... End the bitter fate of this tragic turtle lord ahead of schedule!

"Hey, are you really looking for death?"

Song Wen squinted and saw that it was actually the young man who was the prostitute teacher who was knocked out of a tael of silver by himself.

There was an uproar, and a string of ten cents was thrown to the ground by Song Wen...... "Still reluctant to pay these few dollars?" I bought a few pots of tasteless rotten wine...... The rest is here! Take the fuck off...... Don't get in the way of Lao Tzu jumping into the river! ”

The young man smiled: "If you are rewarded, it will be yours, don't underestimate a certain family!" However, what can't you think of a little turtle boy? Isn't it better to be alive than dead? ”

"What the hell is going on with you?"

"Huh? You little turtle boy is so rude......"

Song Wen smiled: "Are you polite?" Then what do you run through the windows of the green building? Is it that the prostitution is not enough, or has it done something disgusting? ”

"I didn't! Bi Tao'er and I are old friends, and we will get more than ten or twenty taels of silver for her...... If it weren't for the tigress at home to block the door, where would I be ripped off by your little turtle male? ”

"Oh, it's a strict wife!"

"What does it mean to be strict with a wife?"

"I'm afraid of my wife, eat soft rice, and plug the door upside down...... Are you finished? What are you pestering me to do with a tired turtle? Hurry home and wait for the tigress...... Woman, she'll be happy when you make her comfortable! Don't throw it into the green building if you have that energy, you are tired like a dead dog and serve others to be happy, and then you have to give people money...... Do you lose or not? ”

The young man sighed: "Alas, if there is such a good thing, why should I go to the Qinglou to vent the fire?" has been married for more than a year, and she doesn't even want to have a round house! Belch...... You haven't said why you want to throw yourself into the river? ”

Song Wen said angrily: "Are you annoyed? Yes? Because of what, because he was born poor and young, he was abducted and trafficked, and he was bullied because of his hard life! Because the future is hopeless and penniless, because Lao Tzu doesn't want to do any bullshit turtle boy! So Lao Tzu doesn't want to live anymore, understand? ”

The young man opened his mouth wide, and he was stunned for a while......

Zhao Shenyan ...... If you still have a little conscience, listen to this little turtle boy! A little slave who has fallen into a Qinglou and suffered a lot, and there is still a trace of male blood...... Can the grandson of the squire after you be a dignified man wander the market and eat and wait for death like this? ”

Song Wen saw that it was actually a pretty woman wearing a long skirt with a bijia shoulder and a plain dress, staring at the young man whose body was trembling like chaff with a face like frost.

Song Wen laughed and quipped: "It turns out that he is still the son of an official eunuch...... That's all you need? Scared by a woman to jump off a building and pee your pants? Are you really plugging the door upside down? ”

The young man named Zhao Shenyan said angrily: "Pingniang! Don't insult me again...... I ......"

"What are you? Shouldn't you scold? You can't be literate, you can't do martial arts, you can't study, you can't show off your talents, you can't learn martial arts, and you can't beat a house slave! Go to join the army to make up for a military position, A-Niang is afraid that you will be trampled to death by the soldiers...... Can't you just do something to glorify your ancestors? ”

"I ...... I ......"

Song Wen, who was eating melons on the side, sneered again, but this tired rotten thing mocked this beautiful young woman this time......

"Well said...... However, have you ever thought about this little lady, if you want him to do big things, do you have to make him a man first? ”

Pingniang was stunned when she heard this, her face suddenly turned red like the morning glow, and she chirped: "You indiscriminate turtle slave, what are you talking nonsense?"

Song Wen sighed: "The man on your left is not promising, what is he doing with another man...... Did you give him a chance? You won't even let him do it with a man, and you still won't have sex with him...... Who is there to scold him? Still is...... Or do you have an outside mind? Don't want him to touch you? ”

The young Zhao Shenyan was stunned when he heard this, and after a turn of his eyes, he immediately pretended to be distressed and died, and asked in a mournful voice: "Pingniang...... Could it be that you really have another man in your heart? We've known each other since childhood! Don't you ......?"

Ping Niang was shocked, her eyebrows upside down...... "Nonsense!" Where do I have ...... If I am, I ...... No, you little turtle boy has such sharp teeth that you dare to slander me? ”

The woman's face was flushed, and she was about to come over with a pink fist, Zhao Shenyan was shocked when she saw this, and quickly pounced on her and grabbed the woman's arm...... "Pingniang, people just said some words of conscience, you can't hurt people!" ”

"Isn't he seeking death? I'll give him a ride...... Let him die early and be born early! ”

"Pingniang, no, if you kill him, you will have a life lawsuit......"

While the two of them were still pulling, a head with unkempt hair suddenly poked out from the curved arch above the top pillar of the wooden bridge...... Scolded: "What are you doing with a shrew and two wastes? Still don't let people sleep? Die and die together! ”

Zhao Shenyan was about to scold his wife when he heard this, but the lady next to him pressed him back, with a solemn and solemn expression...... "Silence, I'm afraid this person is not simple......"

Zhao Shenyan knew that this lady of her own family had excellent martial arts and excellent eyesight, and she was puzzled for a while...... What the hell is this old beggar-like guy?

Song Wen snorted, and continued to lie down and wait for death indifferently. The beggar first looked at Zhao Shenyan and his wife, then squinted his eyes and looked at Song Wen who was like a puddle of mud, and finally showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth and scolded Zhao Shenyan and his wife: "Get out, don't be an eyesore here!"

Ping Niang stopped in front of her husband, slowly took a few steps back, and then pulled up Zhao Shenyan and left in a hurry. Before leaving, Zhao Shenyan turned around and expressed his gratitude to Song Wen by squeezing his eyebrows, but only in exchange for Song Wen's middle finger.

The old beggar on the arch of the bridge and the little turtle under the bridge stared at each other for a long time, and the old beggar asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you really want to die?"

"If I don't die, you teach me a way...... Let a third-class turtle slave quickly soar to wealth and glory! ”

"You fart! Do you think Lao Tzu is the ancestor of Taoism? ”

"You're a! You're all mixed up to beg for food, and you're even cheaper than me...... What do you care? ”

The old beggar smiled strangely...... "Hehehe...... It's a little interesting, Lao Tzu has slept in Wan'an Bridge for three months, but it's the first time I've seen such an interesting little rabbit cub as you...... Boy, what's your name? Where are you a turtle slave? ”

Song Wen scolded: "My surname is Lao, and my single name is a fallen word!" Just be a turtle slave in your house. ”

"Labor? What a weird name...... Dad...... Ahh You don't have the virtue of being shameless...... Lao Tzu quite appreciates it! Hahaha......"

Song Wen was startled, put a daisy on the big stone behind him, and asked cautiously, "You old glass...... What exactly do you want to do? ”