In the middle of Yuyang City, on a narrow and dark street on the southern edge, Huang Fuxu walked into a street tavern with the surprised and humble eyes of passers-by.

Today, he is dressed as before, dressed in brocade clothes, the purple jade on his forehead is priceless, coupled with the extraordinary momentum of Yin Wuji behind him and the strong Huang Jiu who is not like a human being, it is normal to receive that kind of envy and inferiority gaze.

This street is one of the few narrow streets in Yuyang, dark, dirty, full of poverty and humility, forming a strong polar contrast with the rest of the city's prosperous areas.

It is a complete slum, there are not even green buildings, only street girls with heavy makeup to survive in the cold, and there are no decent restaurants, only low-class taverns that have built sheds to provide drinks and dry food for customers.

Despite this, there is still a small gang that occupies this place, sucking the dried blood of the poor like a leech every day to enrich itself, making countless people gnash their teeth, but he has a nice name, the Snow Wolf Gang.

The snow wolf is a beast on a desolate snow field further north of Daliang Prefecture, cunning, bloodthirsty, and at the same time very united, and the owner of this gang also hopes that his gang can have the quality characteristics of this kind of snow wolf.

The tavern is not big, with an unpleasant sour smell, and the whole space is even more shabby, and there are few decent utensils in the eye.

But because it was close to noon, there were really a lot of guests sitting here, including an old man with a frosty face and his granddaughter, a few fierce men with their clothes and their chests exposed in the cold weather after the snow, and a few vegetable farmers who sold vegetables gathered around to keep each other warm.

As soon as Huang Fu Xu stepped into the tavern, he attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern like the sun, most of them were greed, incomprehension, inferiority, jealousy, and of course, a ray of kindness.

And when Yin Wuji, who was carrying a long knife, and Huang Jiu, who could only bend down and walk into the tavern, appeared, all kinds of eyes dissipated into invisibility, a single son-in-law brother can blackmail, but a son-in-law brother with such an outstanding guard, it is not something that these low-level people can covet.

The owner of the tavern is an honest man in his forties, with a simple face and stocky legs, seeing Huang Fuxu and Yin Wuji Huang Jiu, he hurriedly walked out of the counter and came to Huang Fuxu respectfully and solemnly,

"This boy, we only have rice wine and steamed buns here, if you want to eat anything, I can run errands to the next street to buy it for you." ”

Although he looked honest, he was by no means a simple person to have a tavern in such a street area, at least in terms of eyesight, he was much higher than the others.

Huang Jiu's physique is not to mention, Yin Wuji's face is full of fierceness and blood, just talk about Huang Fuxu himself, under the black boots, the dragon walks and walks tigers, and the power is strong, don't look at the age, at first glance, he is a person who has power, and the tavern owner naturally does not dare to defraud money with shoddy products as before.

When Huang Fuxu heard this, a smile escaped from Qingjun's face, and he threw a gold ingot to the tavern owner, and the bright luster almost blinded the guests at the other tables.

"Arrange a clean table for me, and bring me some more sauced beef, this guest next to me has a big appetite, you better prepare more, and as for the wine, you can write a home-brewed rice bar." Don't mix it with water, it's enough money. ”

The tavernkeeper's honest face was full of joy, his squinting eyes became a little bigger, and he nodded again and again, "Enough is enough, Childe, wait a minute, I will arrange it immediately, I must make you satisfied." ”

As he spoke, he led Huang Fuxu to the table next to the old man and his granddaughter, and carefully wiped it with his sleeve before letting Huang Fuxu sit on the chair.

And a few big men with bare breasts next to him kept staring at Huang Fuxu, this person is so arrogant, he bought such a little thing with a single ingot of gold, isn't there something wrong with his brain?

One of the men with a scar on his face had a strange look in his eyes, and he whispered to a big man next to him and continued to drink, only the man walked out of the tavern with a knowing smile, and he didn't know where he went.

Seeing this, the vegetable farmers laughed one after another, and one of them was wearing a felt hat and a young man with a red nose rubbing his hands in a low voice, "It seems that there is another fat sheep to be slaughtered willingly, sometimes it is really not good not to admire Boss Chu, it is really amazing." ”

The rest of the vegetable farmers nodded one after another, and the money they earned from selling vegetables for a month was not as much as that of Boss Chu.

Yin Wuji's ears moved, looking at the scar-faced man with a murderous flash, but he was held down by Huang Fuxu, he was difficult to come out, but he wanted to see what this Chu boss had to sell.

And the man with the scar only felt a cold wind blowing around his neck, and he panicked, then stretched out his rough palm and touched his head, and continued to drink with his brother next to him.

Not long after, the tavern owner brought out a large pot of sauced beef from the kitchen behind the counter, which was connected by muscles and bones, and there was a faint fennel flavor diffuse, coupled with the fragrance of home-brewed rice wine, which made Huang Jiu's saliva swallow and his eyes were like hungry wolves.

Not only Huang Jiu, almost everyone in the tavern was secretly swallowing saliva, this fragrance was too tempting.

Huang Fuxu smiled, his eyes skimmed over the little girl who was munching on the steamed bun on the table next to him and had been staring at the sauce beef, took the dinner plate and put it on the table, and at the same time cut a small piece with the sharp knife in the basin and asked the tavern owner to give it to the little girl.

Just now he walked into the tavern, and almost all of them were greedy and malicious eyes, except for this innocent little girl with two pigtails, that kind of kindness, very comfortable.

Hearing Huang Fuxu's words, the tavern owner nodded with a smile, walked to the old man's table, put down the beef on the plate, glanced at Huang Fuxu without a trace and said, "Gongzi is kind, Zhou Laohan, Xiao Ling'er, you have a good day today." ”

This pair of ancestors and grandchildren are residents on the street, the family is poor, only rely on Zhou Laohan to weave straw shoes and straw mats for a living, and it is rare to taste a trace of meat for half a year, and today is considered to have met a nobleman.

When Zhou Laohan heard this, he hurriedly pulled his granddaughter to stand up and saluted Huang Fuxu gratefully, but he didn't notice the displeasure in Huang Fuxu's eyes, what he said was just for the little girl, but he didn't count this Zhou Laohan, you must know that he was also one of them in the malicious and greedy eyes just now.

However, Huang Fuxu didn't say much, the tavern owner was not his subordinate, and he wouldn't figure out every word of him like Yu Cheng and others, he just thought that he was kind to the ancestors and grandchildren.

Several big men and vegetable farmers next to him looked at Huang Fuxu with unkind faces, with a kind heart? They are also poor people, and they can't be treated differently just because they are strong and strong, right?

Only the man with the scar on his face has brighter eyes, and there is a hint of pride in it, since he is a kind-hearted son, then his plan will be easier to achieve.

At this moment, several hurried footsteps came from the sound of stepping on the snow, the sound of clanging iron tools colliding, and at the same time, a hearty cheer came,

"Zhou Laohan, it's time to pay back the money you owe Lao Tzu, if you fool Lao Tzu with those broken straw shoes today, don't blame me for smashing your head. ”

As the words fell, a big man with a short blade and thick eyebrows broke into the tavern, followed by several men with their hands crossed on their chests, each of them full of scoundrel ruffians.