Following.

Early morning.

Li Ping'an woke up from his sleep and looked at the window at first glance.

There was no trace of the fine sand sprinkled on the windowsill, and the hair was safely tied to the edge of the window, and then I got dressed and got up.

The guest room was empty, and the corpses in the mortuary were still there.

"This guy didn't move when he went out!"

Li Ping'an yawned twice, and made a fire to cook porridge with hazy eyes.

Last night, for the first time in the courtyard, there was an outsider, and he was still a wanderer who licked blood from the knife edge and killed people for a living, and he was half-asleep and half-awake all night.

While the porridge is not cooked, volley kicks to practice iron leg skills.

The more proficient you are in the leg moves, the more kicks you can make during the duration of the medicine.

Simmer for a quarter of an hour, then open the pot and steam, and the aroma of rice and meat comes to your face.

Li Ping'an cooks porridge to make perfect, the pig offal is soaked in light salted water for two quarters of an hour, the fishy smell is removed by half, and it has a fresh fragrance after cooking.

"Amitabha."

A Buddha horn came from behind, and Zhigang looked at the pot with a smile on his half-open monk's robe.

Li Ping'an said politely: "Master eat together?" ”

"Good, good."

Zhigang didn't seem to understand polite words, and sat on the stone bench with a golden knife, stretching his neck and waiting for the meal.

Li Ping'an was helpless and took two bowls to fill them.

Zhigang was not afraid of being hot, and drank the bubbling meat porridge as soon as he raised his head, spit out comfortably, and drank it slowly with another bowl.

"Thank you to the layman, the poor monk is shy in his pocket, and when the household department distributes the knife silver, he will definitely make up for the meal."

“……”

Li Ping'an was slightly stunned, he never thought that the reason why Zhigang rubbed rice was that he had no money.

In his impression, the masters of the rivers and lakes are all rich people, eating and living in the hotel for a few ingots of silver, and rewarding them are all gold leaves!

"With the skills of a master, it shouldn't be difficult to make money, right?"

"It's not difficult, it's hard."

Zhigang drank porridge along the edge of the bowl: "It's easy to rob a house and rob a house to grab silver, it's easy, it's hard to make money honestly!" ”

Li Ping'an was puzzled: "It's not difficult to make money in a serious business, right? ”

The Jingcheng Martial Arts Hall is simply not too profitable!

For example, in the Golden Sword Martial Arts Pavilion, there are hundreds of registered disciples, and they earn thousands of taels every month just for the cost of soup and medicine, not to mention other income.

"The martial arts dart bureau can indeed make a lot of money, but all the sects and factions have already circled the territory, and the running gangs can't get involved."

Zhigang said: "As for the caretaker, it is only done by those who do not enter the rivers and lakes, and the poor monks are famous and well-known in the rivers and lakes, how can they do such cheap things!" ”

Li Ping'an frowned slightly: "How does that master make money?" ”

It costs a lot to forge the body realm, and when it comes to quenching bones and refining organs, you will get thousands of taels of silver for just cultivating a year.

Listening to Senior Brother Luo's narration, the silver earned by the Golden Sword Martial Arts Pavilion from the registered disciples is basically subsidized to go to the true transmission of the door, so as to maintain the continuous development of masters in the past dynasties.

"Hehe, apart from robbing and stealing, how else can you come?"

Zhigang put another bowl of porridge between words: "The poor monk knows a master, his reputation is far and wide, and he defected to others when he first broke into the rivers and lakes and became a doorman!" ”

"Later, after a long time, I realized that that guy was chivalrous on the surface, and he was robbing around with bandits behind his back."

"The stolen silver was left with two percent, and one percent was spent to repair the bridge and pave the road, and he became a hero and a good man in the mouths of the people!"

"Two into two, one into ......"

Li Ping'an asked: "What about seventy percent?" ”

Zhigang sneered and said: "Seventy percent is an official master, and that guy can get thirty percent depends on the face of others." ”

Li Ping'an's expression was gloomy, and he was a little disappointed in the rivers and lakes, and then he thought about it, there are many people in the world who deceive the world and steal fame, and they can't be generalized.

"What's that hero's name?"

"Boxing Town Heluo, Li Yuntian!"

Zhigang sneered: "That guy's original name was Li Ergou, and he boasted of his righteousness Bo Yuntian, but he changed his name after becoming famous. ”

Li Ping'an smacked his lips, he was really a hero.

On weekdays, when I go to restaurants and wine stores to listen to the news, the name of Li Daxia in Heluo in Boxing Town appears no less than three times.

With a territory of thousands of miles and a population of hundreds of millions, the characters who can make the people of the capital talk about can be called heroes.

Purr!

Zhigang drank the last bowl of porridge and stroked his stomach, breakfast was just five minutes full.

"The poor monk went to the yamen to ask for silver."

Leave the yard in three steps and two steps, and disappear in a blink of an eye.

Li Ping'an just finished drinking the first bowl, looked at the empty pot, and suddenly understood the true purpose of Zhigang's talk about the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

Secretly drink porridge!

"This monk is really interesting......

Since he didn't sleep soundly last night, Li Ping'an practiced iron leg skills, so he lay on the free chair and dozed off.

……

The days are short in winter.

In the evening, it was a little dark.

Li Ping'an hung a wind lantern in the courtyard, and waited until halfway through the unitary hour to hear the sound of the door opening.

"Huh? It smells so good! ”

Zhigang is worthy of being a martial artist, and he can smell the smell of meat through the smell of corpses in the mortuary room, and he can see a table full of wine and food after walking a few steps.

"Master, please."

Li Ping'an opened the wine jar and poured two bowls full.

"The burning knife of Sanniang Wine Shop, it's a pity that the master came a little late, and he can't drink ten miles of incense anymore."

After the death of the shopkeeper Wang, Shilixiang changed the signboard and changed to sell braised pork cooked food.

Immediately after that, another Shilixiang listed for sale of wine, quite a large store, a good location, but unfortunately the wine changed its taste.

At first, there were many customers, but soon there were many people, and now it is not far from closing.

The business that was stolen will not last long!

Zhigang looked at the wine in the bowl, and wanted to dry it, so he touched the silver in his arms, and could only hold back the gluttony in his stomach.

"Doesn't a layman have a request for a poor monk?"

"Nope."

Li Ping'an said: "I simply want to invite the master to drink, one day in the future, I will be shy in my pocket, and the master will invite you to eat back." ”

The things that Zhigang talked about in the morning, whether real or fictional, can make Li Ping'an realize that the world is sinister.

The heroes who are famous in the rivers and lakes may be bandits and thieves behind their backs.

If there is an opportunity to explore the rivers and lakes in the future, no one can believe it except yourself.

This perception alone is worth a table of wine and meat!

Zhigang confirmed: "It's that simple? ”

Li Ping'an nodded: "It's as simple as that!" ”

"How can you use a bowl to drink, if you are not happy, go to the altar."

Zhigang grabbed the wine jar, opened his mouth and poured it into his stomach, and drank ten catties of wine in one go, and burped comfortably.

"Happy."

Reaching out and tearing off a chicken leg, he stuffed it into his mouth, clicked and chewed, and swallowed the meat mixed with broken bones.

Then a sip of wine and a mouthful of meat swept away everything like a whirlwind.

Li Ping'an sat opposite, drank slowly, and asked casually, "Did the master go to the yamen to get the silver?" ”

"The reward is good, but the silver is hard to issue."

Zhigang explained: "The reward order is issued by the Criminal Department, the prisoner's head is verified by the Dali Temple, the silver is issued by the household department, and the three yamen supervise each other to prevent anyone from fraudulently claiming the bounty......"

Li Ping'an was speechless for a moment, half of the six major cadres were involved, and it would take three or five days to run through each yamen alone.

I encountered a bit of a dilemma in the middle, stuck in the process and didn't go, maybe I had to run it again.

Really.

I only heard Zhigang scolding angrily: "The poor monk went to the criminal department to open a note, and met a scribe with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, saying that the monkey's pension amount is wrong. ”

"After repeated calculations several times, I suspect that the monkey is not dead, and it is necessary to conduct an autopsy in Dali Temple, and the specific time is uncertain......"

The monkey is Zhigang's dead brother, nicknamed the six-armed fairy ape, and he is also the gold medal knife catcher of the imperial court.

Li Ping'an heard the meaning, and the little official deliberately found a reason to delay and prevaricate, obviously wanting to ask for benefits, so he reminded him.

"If the master prepares some laisee money, or promises the scribe a layer of silver, the matter will definitely go well, and he may be able to get more pensions."

The scribe belongs to a kind of Xu official, which seems to be not in the grade, but in fact has great power.

For such a trivial matter as calculating the pension, the officials and masters will not do it, just waiting for the scribe to calculate the use of the printing circle, and it is not clear whether it is more or less.

Zhigang raised his eyebrows: "You asked the poor monk to pay a bribe?" ”

"It's not a bribe."

Li Ping'an said: "Just to finish things quickly, don't delay for too long, you won't be able to get the money until the New Year." ”

Zhigang squatted the wine jar on the table with a bang, so that it could be smashed by the hanging.

"If the poor monk is bent on seeking silver, he will simply go to rob the house, and he will come quickly and often, and the left and right are all illegal and criminal, so why bother to make a detour?"