He sent the guest to the door, and was about to politely say "go slowly", when suddenly a woman's exclamation came from the street:

"The robber is robbing the money, stop him!"

Zhao Feng looked up and happened to see a man striding along the street more than ten zhang away, looking frightened, pushing the pedestrians blocking the road to the ground.

A female voice came from behind him.

In broad daylight, there were robberies.

The man was not slow, and he was about to rush past the lantern shop. The woman's panting voice came again: "Stop him, whoever catches him must be grateful!"

This kind of thing, Zhao Feng has never seen ten cases in the countryside, and he has seen eight cases. The man who robbed the money was a strong man, with a big spend, and he estimated that he couldn't beat it just now, and there happened to be a street vendor selling tofu brains sitting on the stone steps in front of his shop to rest, with the heavy objects on the ground and the flat shoulder beside him.

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed slightly, he took two steps forward, and suddenly raised his leg and kicked the flat pole out!

It should also be that the big man was unlucky, and he just turned around to look at the position of the bitter master, and he was unexpectedly tripped over his calf by an obstacle in front of him.

"Plop-" He flew out and threw himself to the ground.

With a cry of pain, how hard he ran was originally how bad he fell now, and he threw dust on the ground.

He struggled to get up, and his big eyes glared at the door of the lantern shop: "Who, who is it!"

This person was born vicious, the peddler was frightened, and Zhao Feng also swallowed his saliva. But before this man could exert his might, he saw a woman in front of him smile at him, and then hit him in the abdomen with an uppercut of great power!

The organs here are not protected by the sternum, and the big man was beaten by her and bent over, and the acid water in his stomach vomited out.

However, after spitting twice, he fought back unwillingly.

As a result, the woman grabbed his hand and threw it on his back, raised her foot and kicked him directly in the crook of the leg.

"Plop", he landed on the ground again, this time on one knee, his body was bent down, and all he inhaled in his nose was the dust that Fang had just stirred up.

He was about to cry out in pain, when the woman had already struck him with a knife in the back of the neck.

The hapless robber didn't say a word, and immediately fainted.

Miss Nine threw him to the ground and clapped her hands.

She was a woman who simply knocked down the big man, and it looked effortless. The people eating melons on the side were stunned, and it took a while before bursting into thunderous applause.

Miss Nine looked calm and said to the little girl: "Report to the official and send you into custody." ”

The little guy took the order, turned around and went quickly.

At this time, the bitter master finally squeezed into the crowd, but they were two girls, who looked like a pair of master and servant. The maid stepped forward and kicked the robber, and then said hatefully: "What a big dog, don't look at who you robbed!"

Her master was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with small eyebrows and beautiful complexion, and quickly said, "Thank you......"

Before she could say two words, she saw Miss Nine, and suddenly sighed: "Aunt Nine, Aunt Nine?"

Miss Nine pulled out a green purse from the fainted robber's hand, handed it to her, and said, "Qingying, is it yours?"

The girl who was called Qingying nodded hurriedly and whispered, "Thank you, Aunt Nine!"

Miss Nine pointed with her backhand: "You still have to thank him, he was the one who stopped the robber." ”

The girl's eyes turned and she saw a young man standing next to Aunt Jiu, with a kind and delicate face. But she was full of curiosity about Aunt Jiu, and only smiled at him and said "thank you".

Zhao Feng smiled back and went back to the store.

The moment he turned around, the little girl suddenly felt slightly dizzy, and her body shook twice.

The maid on the side hurriedly supported her: "Miss?!"

"It's fine. The dizziness disappeared in a blink of an eye, and Qingying returned to normal.

What had just happened? It seemed that something was different, she could perceive it, but she couldn't say it.

At this time, Miss Nine spoke to her, and Qing Ying quickly threw this question away.

Soon after, the robbers, who had fallen unconscious on the ground, were taken away by the officials. Miss Nine returned home with the pair of robbed servants and servants.

It's already dark.

Other people's shops are closed at night, but Zhao Feng is here, and business is just about to pick up. He lit up the lanterns inside and outside the shop at the same time, and suddenly became the most eye-catching light source in a radius.

The lights are on. Every lantern here, big and small, conservative and quirky, spreads a warm golden halo in the night.

As soon as I stopped by the door of this shop, the cold of early spring was suddenly driven away by light and heat.

As a result, the number of guests approached quickly increased.

It's almost the holidays.

Miss Nine turned around unintentionally, and saw Zhao Feng standing under the lantern array, his face and eyes were covered with a layer of warm light, very gentle.

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Zhao Feng was busy until the end of the day, and then he had time to sit down and eat a vegetable and meat sandwich cake.

The closer to the festival, the better the business of the lantern shop, after all, this festival is also called the "Shangsi Lantern Festival", if you don't have a lantern in your hand, where is the festive atmosphere of the garden?

There was not much movement on the street at this time. Zhao Feng lived in the store, and at this time he closed the door panel and came back, cleaned up, and the original messy desk was now only a thick book that was particularly conspicuous.

It's the one that was torn off in the middle and disappeared.

Zhao Feng moved his sore shoulders before turning it over.

It had been sitting on his desk for a while, but he didn't even have the time to open it and look at it.

The cover of this book has long since faded, and half of it has been torn off from bottom to top and from left to right, but fortunately, the title is still there.

Zhao Feng read it out word by word: "Mandarin duck...... Spectrum?"

There seems to be a small character on the side, but it has been torn to the ground, and the word "day" is still left, and the next word is only left next to "亻".

With only these few words, Zhao Feng was confused, especially when he opened the title page, there was no annotation.

But I have to say that the pages are of excellent quality, the pages are all snow-white, and although they have been on the damp floor for so long, they do not rot, they do not grow mold, and there is not even a single beetle hole.

No wonder the owner of the shoucai shop used it to pad the table legs. Zhao Feng has gradually become familiar with the surrounding shops in the past few days, and has some contacts, so he heard that his shop was indeed a used book stall before the Shoucai store, and literati often came and went.

Zhao Feng flipped back and forth twice, but he couldn't find any traces of being torn, and at the same time he understood why the former shopkeeper abandoned it: every page was full of strange patterns, silky, and there was not even a normal font, only when you stared at it carefully, and saw that the dazzling runes would be omitted by the human eye, so you could vaguely see two or three words.

Zhao Feng rubbed his eyes several times, making sure that what he saw was a personal name.

Yes, there is actually a name hidden in the pattern on each page, and no matter where you turn it, the left page is a semicircle, and the right page is also a semicircle, and the two intersect in the seam of the book. If you flatten it, it's a natural circle.