Jiang Shang grinded the noodles, and Ma made noodles again. The next day, Jiang Ziya carried the burden and went to Chaoge City.

Songjiazhuang is thirty-five miles away from Chaoge City, Jiang Ziya set off before dawn, and it was almost noon when he arrived at Chaoge City. The legs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the shoulders were swollen and red.

Jiang Shang unloaded his burden and sat at the heel of the city and just wanted to rest for a while, but he didn't expect that someone would really come forward to talk.

The old man stood. ”

Jiang Ziya stepped forward in two steps and asked with a smile, "I don't know how much I want to go up?"

"Go, go, stay away from the gates. The man said that it turned out to be a soldier guarding the city gate, and when he saw that Jiang Shang did not enter the city but squatted at the base of the wall and couldn't look over, he came up to discipline and discipline.

Jiang Ziya secretly cursed and walked more than fifty steps away from the city wall. Just as he was about to sit down, he heard a man say, "Stop, the noodle seller." Jiang Shang saw that he was still the soldier who drove him.

"The old decay is so far away from the city wall, and what do you want to do. ”

"Bring me a penny of noodles, from the morning to now, the hungry chest is against the back, more soup, hey, hey, and a little more stingy." ”

The soldier took the noodles, gave a penny, squatted next to Jiang Shang and ate it in a big gulp, sizzling and drinking the soup.

Jiang Ziya watched the soldiers eat noodles, and the food was so fragrant that his stomach screamed disobediently. I thought to myself: I haven't eaten since the morning, so I might as well eat now.

Just as he was stretching out his hand to pick up his face, he suddenly heard an earth-shattering sound, and two horses on the side of the road galloped towards him like crazy.

It turned out that the world was in turmoil, Jiang Shang was catching up with the rebellion of the princes of the four hundred towns in the southeast, and King Wu Cheng, the general of the town country, drilled the soldiers every day, and the scattered camp cannon just startled the two horses on the side of the road.

is a good Jiang Shang, thinking about eating noodles in his heart, but he does not delay his eyes and ears to listen to all directions. Don't say that there are only two horses, what can the raptors do to him?

Even the bucket led the man to knock the horse five or six meters away, drew a graceful arc in the air, and came two difficult backflips, his face fell to the ground, and two front teeth fell at that time. It's like a car accident scene.

The soldiers who squatted on the ground to eat noodles were stunned, and said that the cost of buying noodles is so high now, and there are acrobatic performances. When the old man fell to the ground, I helped him or not, and then let me accompany him when he got up.

Yes, let's help it.

The soldier put the bowl on the ground, walked forward two or three steps, stretched out his hand to help Jiang Shang and asked, "Old man, have you ever been seriously injured?"

Seeing that Jiang Shang's front teeth were all lost, he scolded: "Whose horse, doesn't have long eyes, kicked my face away, and Lao Tzu hasn't eaten yet." ”

Where did the people come from, the horse that caused the accident and even the owner of the horse have long since disappeared.

Jiang Ziya sighed twice, looking for teeth all over the ground, not to mention that he really found it. He threw his teeth back, cast a spell and put his front teeth back, and scolded, "Whose horse doesn't have eyes! As soon as he saw that there was a figure around, a kind soldier supported him, smiled at the soldier, and asked kindly, "Hey, this good-looking strong man, did your horse hit me? Do you want to pay two or three times?"

Frightened, the soldier hurriedly shook his head: "It's not my horse, old man, don't wronged a good person." ”

Jiang Ziya is a disciple of a saint in the end, and this kind of ethics still exists. He admitted his bad luck and went home with two empty buckets. The soldier with a desolate back wanted to compensate him for a few copper coins, and the soldier quickly flashed his two or three mouths and returned to the city gate to guard the door.

......

When Ma saw Jiang Ziya coming back with an empty bucket, he was as beautiful as anything. The heart said that this old man is okay, not only is his body good, but his ability to make money is not bad, he is very attentive, and he is pinching his shoulders and beating his back. Jiang Ziya sat on the chair with a gloomy face.

"Master, where's the money?"

"Money, what money, oh, for you. Jiang Ziya also thought about it, he still had a penny on him, and took out the penny and handed it to Ma.

"Okay, you're an old immortal, give me a penny when you earn money!"

"How can you make money, your lord even let the frightened horse overturn with the bucket, and you are also surnamed Ma, maybe you two have relatives. Just earn this love or not. ”

Ma Shi was so angry that he put a penny in his arms, pointed at Jiang Ziya's nose and scolded: "Stinky and shameless waste, useless! I expect you to make money, no matter how good a fart it is, I am really blind to promise you! I only know the rice bucket to eat......"

Ma is also powerful, just scolding people for half an hour without repeating the same, the angry Jiang Shang's old face was red, and his lips were blue: "Slut girl, dare to scold your husband." ”

"Yo, my mother not only scolded you, but also beat you!"

The two then scuffled. You scratch me a blood gourd, I will give you a black eye, there is a lot of interaction.

Song Yiren took off their clothes and went to sleep, and they were quarreled by the friendly interaction of the old couple. took his wife Sun to the door of Jiang Shang, and pushed the door to see Ma Shi smoking Jiang Ziya under the horse.

Song Yiren is worthy of being a sworn brother, and said at the moment: "Brother has good taste, how can he be so flirtatious and scolding, and he is very affectionate." ”

"Brother help me beat her!"

......

Sun pulled the fight and asked, "Uncle Jiang, what's the matter, it's getting to such a point?"

Jiang Ziya's face was bloodshot, and his right face was red and swollen, and he made it clear what he said today.

Song Yiren smiled and said: "It's just two buckets of noodles, how much can it be worth?" Brother, brother, I also have thirty or forty restaurants in Chaoge City, and I just don't have a trustworthy account, so you can help my brother." ”

Look at what he said, Song Yiren was really interesting to Jiang Ziya, and he gave face and helped his brother.

"Brother really thinks Ziya hasn't learned anything, Ziya is very accurate in fortune telling, looking at feng shui, calculating yin and yang, and he will go back to his old profession tomorrow, build a fortune-telling studio, and ensure that he can make money. ”

"Uncle still has such skills? That's great. Sun sighed.

"Hmph, can he have this ability? Why didn't he count the flesh and blood that made me scratch today?" Ma sneered.

"Ahh

"Not only did I fight you, I beat you!"

Song Yiren saw that the two of them had a friendly interaction again, scuffled on the ground, and rolled all over the ground. Shaking his head, he led his wife back to the house.

It was night, and the moon was round.