He went back to the back room and sat down, looking at the poon choi on the table, he resolutely didn't dare to touch it again, and only dared to eat the other two dishes.

Zhao Feng also walked in and said curiously: "Pastime, what do you say?"

"On the east side of Liantang Street, the people who can live there are either rich or expensive, how can they come here to buy chili peppers?" Huang Da's mouth was stuffed with rice, "This guy's money should not be in vain, you should really accept the ingot of silver." "That ingot of silver is enough to cover Zhao Feng's income in one morning.

Zhao Feng shrugged his shoulders: "It's okay." The gadgets that I eat by myself are not worth that money. I went to the neighboring store and bought two big bowls of brown sugar cold cake and came back, and said guiltily to Huang Da, "I'm sorry, it's spicy for you, this is an apology." ”

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The next day, Miss Nine really visited the lantern shop again.

This time she was going to write two letters, but Zhao Feng heard it and still had to send it to Liang Guo. He remembered that when he first met her in the Fengxue Temple, Miss Nine looked like she had come from afar.

She is different from the girls he usually sees, calm, not smiling often, and the eyebrows are not sorrowful, but dignified, as if she has a mountain on her back, but she is often weightless.

Zhao Feng has always adhered to the principle that more things are better than less, but remembering her smile the day before yesterday, he tricked the gods to find a topic: "Miss Nine came back from Liang Kingdom?"

Miss Nine snorted.

"How is the big city of Liang Kingdom compared to Chunming City?" he was a poor boy from the countryside, and he felt eye-opening when he entered Chunming City. I heard that Liang is bigger, so I think it will be more prosperous there, right?

"After years of war, even the most prosperous city will be reduced to ruins. Miss Nine said slowly, "If you only talk about the capital, Liang Dadu is more prosperous than here, and there are more people here." ”

Zhao Feng's lips moved, and he was about to ask again, but Miss Nine stared at him and said, "There are many people in the family who can write, do you know why I am looking for you?"

Her eyes are very bright, as if there is a knife hidden in them, and the people she is staring at are always subconsciously flustered, and Zhao Feng is no exception. He subconsciously swallowed his saliva before saying, "For secrecy?"

"Yes, there are a lot of people in the family. Miss Nine said lightly, "If you are also noisy, I will leave immediately." ”

Zhao Feng immediately lowered his head and shut his mouth tightly. They're slapped in the face, aren't they? They're not ripe enough to be squacked at will.

In the silence, both letters were written. Zhao Feng found that her words were precise and harsh, not like speaking to her peers. Of course, he didn't dare to comment now, but silently filled in the address.

Miss Nine took it and was about to pay him, when the light outside was dim, and three people walked in.

"Welcome, what ...... you have?"

These people were backlit, and when Zhao Feng saw their faces clearly, he silently swallowed the remaining word "need" into his stomach.

As soon as it opened, these ruffians came to the door to blackmail, and if he didn't give it, they smashed the store.

It's only been a few days, and they're here again!

Zhao Feng's face suddenly sank: "What are you doing?"

He has always been kind-hearted, and Miss Nine watched his expression change, and couldn't help but turn her head to look at the ruffians.

The few people walked in, and two of them touched the lanterns on the table and the wall, and said with a smile: "It's quite diligent, and I've done so much." "Last time they smashed a dozen of them, leaving the entire wall empty.

The first person said to Zhao Feng: "It's almost the Shangsi Festival, has the business been good recently?"

"No, no money. Zhao Feng said coldly, "You guys go quickly, otherwise I will report to the official." ”

He wasn't so tough originally, but Miss Nine was watching from the side, and laughed at him for crying last time, he didn't want to be embarrassed in front of her anymore.

These ruffians smiled, glanced at each other, and the first person took two steps forward: "The waist board suddenly hardened, is it because of where is your sweetheart looking?"

He said it in a weird way, aimed at the little white face, and slapped it!

He just wants this kid to lose face in front of the girl. A few days ago, I finally collected all the filial piety money, but I don't know who used a trick on them, and when they woke up laughing, the money was also robbed.

Before the task was completed, the boss gave them a hard meal and asked them to raise money again.

These people discussed, anyway, the wool is out of the sheep, and there are many outsiders recently, and the waist pole is far less hard than the locals. Come on, let's continue the blackmail.

This slap came without warning, and it was about to be applied to Zhao Feng's face, when a palm suddenly stretched out on the side, grabbed his wrist, and then exerted his strength, this person screamed in pain.

Zhao Feng heard a "click" sound that was suspected of a broken wrist.

Seeing this, the other two came up to rescue their companions. Zhao Feng pushed one away hard, but saw the other one fly out of the store sideways with a "whoosh", fell the steps, and couldn't get up for a long time.

Zhao Feng hurt him for such a fall, and looked at Miss Jiu's eyes with even more awe.

This kind of woman is really unprovoked.

Miss Nine was obviously worried that Zhao Feng's shop was full of fragile lanterns, so she didn't hit the wall. She squeezed the ruffian's wrist again and pushed him out, "Get out." ”

Zhao Feng heard a crisper sound of bone cracking this time, and this guy's wrist was ninety percent broken.

Sure enough, the man hugged his arms and wailed as he retreated, picking up two accomplices along the way, and running away without looking back.

Zhao Feng saluted Miss Nine and said solemnly: "Thank you." ”

Miss Nine smiled slightly, put the ghostwriting fee on the table, and left.

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Early the next morning, Huang Da was about to go out, when he saw a familiar figure walking in from outside the door.

Yan Saburo returned, and Huang He followed him, carrying a bookcase.

"Two masters, Daddy. Huang Da nodded and greeted one by one, "Are you back?" Yes, how did he forget this stubble, the little master only left for three days, calculate the time, and go home today.

Seeing him roaring out in a hurry, Huang He frowned: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the other side of the lake and buy pulp and tofu. Huang Da didn't have a weak heart, and the words changed when they came to his mouth.

Yan Saburo didn't say a word, and suddenly took out the wooden bell from his neckline and looked at it carefully.

At this time, Huang He waved at his son: "Okay, let's go." ”

Huang Da sighed, turned around and was about to walk out, Yan Saburo suddenly said: "Slow, stop." ”

Huang Da turned around when he heard the sound, but saw that the white cat had jumped out of the bookbox and coiled around Yan Saburo's neck.

One person and one cat, all staring at the wooden bell.

What happened? Huang Da was at a loss.

The wind doesn't blow, the trees don't shake, the birds don't chirp, everything is normal.

But he didn't know that in the eyes of Yan Saburo and Chitose, there was one more abnormality here that no one else could see:

The wooden bell, which had been silent for more than two months, suddenly shone again.

Blue light flashes on the surface of the bell, and then the characters converge to form a new task:

Huang Da.

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