On the sixth day of the lunar month, rain and snow are combined, and it is not suitable for trading.

In the middle of the night when it rained and snowed, there was still a tavern outside Ying Tianfu with lights on, and in addition to the owner, there was also a middle-aged man with fried hair and a scruffy beard full of vicissitudes, he seemed to be waiting for something.

He's been sitting here for a day, and he's not even eaten a bowl of rice in a day.

If he hadn't had a knife, the tavern owner would have beaten him a long time ago.

But the tavern owner had to let him go quickly, so the tavern owner middle-aged man asked, "Who are you waiting for?" The middle-aged man only said one word, one word that was enough to say everything: "money".

The tavern owner was so stunned that he didn't know how to answer his words, but the tavern owner had to find something to say, because he had to think about persuading the middle-aged man to leave: "Why are you waiting for it to come?"

The middle-aged man said, "Because I like it".

The tavern owner was suddenly moved: "I like it too." ”

The middle-aged man only replied to him with a "hmm".

"When was the last time you and Qian met?" the tavernkeeper was still at a loss for words.

The middle-aged man suddenly became a little sad: "It's a matter of the previous life."

Deeper in the night, someone came.

The tavern owner saw Lan Yu who pushed the door and walked in, and when he saw that Lan Yu was dressed like a rich man, the boss squeezed out a warm smile and was about to greet him, but Lan Yu went straight to the middle-aged man and sat opposite the middle-aged man.

The tavern owner was going crazy, and he regretted a little that he didn't read the yellow calendar today.

Lan Yu obviously didn't look at the yellow calendar either, and half an hour later, Lan Yu took out a bag of silver and handed it to the middle-aged man, and the tavern owner's eyes lit up.

The middle-aged man took the bag of money, picked up the knife and went out. Lan Yu also stood up and was about to leave, but the tavern owner hurriedly stopped Lan Yu: "The guest officer should settle the account." ”

Lan Yu asked him, "I didn't order the rice, nor did I eat it, why should I pay for it?"

"Don't you know?"

"How could I possibly know someone who asked for food?"

"I saw you give him money. ”

"I see him pitiful, and I have a kind heart. ”

The tavern owner finally couldn't help but curse: "Are you sick in the brain?" ”

Lan Yu smiled: "Now everyone in Ying Tianfu knows that I have a brain disease. ”

The tavern owner finally broke out: "I see that you two just think I'm a bully and want to eat the overlord meal!" He wanted to choke Lan Yu's neck, but he pounced.

When he got up from the ground, the blue jade was gone. The tavernkeeper was secretly frightened.

On the seventh day of the lunar month, the snow is clear, and it is not suitable to report to the official.

Ying Tianfu's yamen received a case that made people laugh bitterly, the owner of a tavern outside Ying Tianfu claimed that two people had eaten an overlord meal in his store last night, which was a bowl of rice worth ten taels of silver.

But the people of the yamen had to handle this case - if this matter reached Zhu Yuanzhang's ears, their black gauze hats would be gone.

When the tavern owner drew the portraits of the two men, the hearts of the people in the yamen were all raised to their throats—one of them was Lan Yu.

"Do you know who this man is?" the yamen asked, pointing to the portrait of Lan Yu, the tavern keeper.

"The one who eats the overlord meal, of course. ”

"He's Lan Yu!" said the yamen, patting the table.

"Who is Sappy?"

"He's an amazing guy. It's a pity that now he has a problem with his brain. ”

The tavern owner said: "It turns out that he is really abnormal, no wonder he gives money away but doesn't settle the bill." ”

The people of the yamen ignored the tavern owner's complaints, picked up another portrait, and asked, "Who is this person, and why is he waiting for Lan Yu?"

The people in the yamen didn't recognize this person, but Fu Youde knew him, and Fu Youde blurted out when he saw the portrait presented: "Isn't Zhang Shicheng dead?!"