As soon as Lang Yong opened the door of the store, he saw a barefoot black-faced man squatting outside.

The black-faced man waited for a long time, and there were some drops of water on his eyebrows and forehead. Seeing Lang Yong come out, he immediately pleaded in broken Chinese:

"Young owner! Please, my mother-in-law is about to give birth, borrow some money......"

Lang Yong was so startled that he almost jumped up, and hurriedly pulled the black-faced man into the store.

"My sleeve." The black-faced man blurted out Korean.

Only then did Lang Yong notice his ragged clothes.

The black-faced man subconsciously begged in his native language: "Shaodong, I want to advance five copper plates to buy eggs for my mother-in-law, is it okay?" ”

Lang Yong sighed and handed him a silver dollar.

The man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took it: "Thank you, Shaodong!" ”

Lang Yong asked in fluent Korean: "What made you stare at Bai Chengkun's shop, is there something abnormal?" ”

Bai Chengkun helped Zhao Guandao a lot. Zhao Guan took away the relics left by the old mother of the Qing Dynasty, was picked up by Bai Chengkun, and sent someone to send it, and last night Zhao Guan took the door to thank Bai Chengkun in person. ”

Lang Yong's eyes straightened sourly: "Bai Chengkun has such a good life?" ”

The man said honestly, "He's lucky." ”

Lang Yong felt his heart blocked.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know what that thing is?" ”

The man scratched his head, and the ripped ragged sleeves slid down, revealing his dry wrist: "I heard Zhao Guandao say last night that it was a wrench." It's not worth the money. ”

It doesn't matter if it's worth the money or not.

Lang Yong sat up straight.

His eyes rolled, and he untied a money bag from his waist, put it in his hand, and threw it on the table.

There was a crisp thud between the silver dollar and the table, and the black-faced man's eyes widened as his gaze fell on the money bag uncontrollably.

"There's five silver dollars in there." Lang Yong knocked off the black-faced man's hand, "You help me do something." ”

"You say."

"Zhao Guandai is a dutiful son, and he has a deep relationship with his old mother, so he has no choice but to be loyal to the country and go overseas, and only the old mother's fingers are left by his side." Lang Yong said slowly, "You pass this story on to me." When it's done, I'll give you another five silver dollars. ”

The black-faced man gasped: "Ten silver dollars? ”

Lang Yong loosened the money bag a little, revealing the bright cold light inside: "Your child can live a good life." ”

The man's black face lit up: "Great grace, young owner, thank you for your great grace!" ”

He laughed a few times and rubbed his hands excitedly: "You wait for my good news." ”

After saying that, he ran away with a smoke.

A few days passed.

Zhao Guan's rest day has arrived.

He stepped off the warship, went ashore, and found a teahouse with his colleagues to sit down, and drank tea slowly.

The wrench in his hand was shining in front of everyone. It doesn't look very expensive, but it's clearly well maintained.

The cow deputy pipe belt behind him pouted his lips subtly and sneered in a low voice: "Great filial son, heh." ”

The adjutant belt and the pipe belt, although there is only one word difference, are very different.

Half a year ago, Adjutant Niu and Zhao Guandao competed for the position of warship pipe at the same time.

Zhao Guandao was more scheming, turned out a so-called wrench sent by the old mother and took it with him every day, and "accidentally" passed the name of "filial piety" into the ears of the governor, entered the eyes of the governor, and won the position of the pipe belt.

"Every time I see this wrench, I think of my mother at home." Zhao Guandai took the opportunity to perform in front of Mr. Zhou Qian, "It's not easy for my mother. ”

Unexpectedly, this time, instead of responding and admiring, Mr. Zhou Qian hesitated, his face was slightly gloomy, and he did not answer.

Zhao Guan saw it and was shocked.

The cow deputy pipe belt happened to pass by, and couldn't help but run: "Now it's spreading!" Zhao Guan took the big filial son, hehe. ”

After speaking, he looked at Zhao Guandai's pale face meaningfully, and then laughed twice.

Mr. Zhou Qian didn't even refute, dropped a sentence, got up and left:

"Xiao Zhao, don't be overjoyed."

Zhao Guan ran down in a cold sweat.

When Zhao Guandai knew that the story of his "filial piety to his mother" had spread all over the streets and alleys, he was so angry that he smashed three cups in a row!

His subordinates returned to Zhao Guandao, and the day when the story began to circulate was the day after he thanked Bai Chengkun.

"Bai Chengkun!" Zhao Guandao gritted his teeth, "You hurt me!" ”

Subordinates comforted: "Manager Xiaobai is also kind-hearted......"

"Good fart!" Zhao Guandai scolded bitterly, "He knows a fart!" Now that my reputation for filial piety is boiling, those old guys must think that I am putting gold on my face in order to fight for the top! Mr. Qian warned me today, but I'm afraid that the governor already has an opinion on me! Damn it! ”

He went to thank Bai Chengkun for the governor to see, but if he was praised on the streets and alleys, the whole thing would be too deliberate!

Zhao Guandao is a rough person, and in a fit of anger, he burst into foul language again and again. The more he scolded, the more angry he became, and in a fit of rage, he kicked over a few cases and strode out.

Afternoon.

Lang Yong sat in the shop with his feet crossed, and suddenly heard the noise outside from small to loud.

"The Hanyang crashed into a Qing Dynasty warship in the port of Incheon!"

"The Hanyang is sinking!"

"The ship capsized!"

The teacup in Lang Yong's hand was crooked, and he didn't know that the tea was burning his hand before he stood up suddenly.

Hanyang hit a warship?

Shang doesn't fight with officials, I'm afraid that Zhao Guandao hit the Hanyang with a warship!

Lang Yong laughed.

Zhao Guandao was really angry!

"Bai Chengkun has suffered a big loss!" The more Lang Yong thought about it, the funnier he became, "Okay, great!" ”

The black-faced man ran in, and Lang Yong smiled and said in Korean: "Tell me everything as it is, and don't leave anything behind." ”

The man's voice was still trembling, I don't know whether to be surprised or happy: "The incident happened suddenly, the port of Incheon was already narrow, and when the Hanyang passed slowly, the warship led by Zhao Guan somehow suddenly started, pressed the side of the Hanyang, and scraped the past. ”

"Is the Hanyang broken?"

"It's broken!" The man said with certainty, "Those people present watched as the Hanyang was dragged away for repair. ”

Lang Yong relieved his heart and threw the money bag into the man's arms. The man counted so-so, smiled reluctantly, kowtowed to Lang Yong, and turned to leave.

"Wait." Lang Yong shouted from behind.

The man stopped hesitantly.

"What's wrong with you?" Lang Yong walked over, "You seem to have something on your mind...... Your mother-in-law didn't give birth well? ”

The man said numbly: "The people are gone." ”

"Why don't you invite a midwife?"

"Please. We don't have a midwife here. ”

Lang Yong's smile stopped: "You should tell me, and I will help you find a Western doctor." ”

The man rubbed his face: "How can you trouble the young owner." We are cheap. I accept my fate. ”

Lang Yong looked at his ragged and ragged coat. After a while, he summoned someone to take a few clean old clothes and handed them to him with his own hands: "Brother, no one is born cheap. Get some sleep, tidy yourself up, and live well. ”

The man's black face was expressionless, he changed his clothes and merged into the joyful flow of people outside.

A young master who happened to be holding the nanny's hand and squeezed in the crowd to watch the excitement, and was squeezed by the man.

The man disappeared in an instant, but the little young master stared thoughtfully in the direction he left.

"Young Master Da Yin." The babysitter straightened the hat on his head, "What are you looking at?" ”

Bai Dayin said innocently: "I have seen the clothes on the North Koreans, and they were worn by Brother Yong. ”

The nanny's face was instantly ugly, and after a long time, she squeezed out a smile: "Ninth Young Master, you can't talk nonsense." ”

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Bai Da was anxious, "There are dark lines of bamboo on that clothes, and there are holes in the pipe, I can see it clearly!" ”

The babysitter was thoughtful.

"Young Master Yin, shall we go back to Miss Xiuluan?" The babysitter asked.

Bai Dayin did not doubt him, and responded crisply.

Not long after, Lang Yong was called to the Seoul headquarters by a letter from Lang Feng.

"The Hanyang was knocked over, and Patrickson lost 800 silver dollars." Lang Feng asked, "Did you do it?" ”

"Yes......"

The palm wind was wrapped in pain, and Lang Feng slapped Lang Yong's face to the side!

"Idiot!" Lang Feng scolded, "You can't hide your hands and feet, and now Bai Jiesheng knows about it!" That bastard of Patrick Jason is now saying everywhere that you befriend the North Koreans and harm your own compatriots! ”

Lang Yong said: "A few pieces of clothing, what can they say? ”

Lang Feng said: "Bai Jiesheng took out a few boxes of silver, as well as satin cloth, and said that you bought that North Korean!" ”

Lang Yong's eyes widened and widened: "...... He framed me! Besides, what if you give it! If I had given it earlier, the North Korean wives and children would not have died! ”

Lang Feng scolded: "You still don't reflect?!" Or you're going to be ruthless to the end! Or you don't do it! The kindness of a woman will only harm you and us! ”