In the teahouse, there are very few tea customers, plus Chen Hao and Lu Zhenbang, there are less than twenty people.

Not all of these tea customers are poor. There was a table where three men with knives at their waists sat down, dressed in a style of soap clothes, neat and clean, with a slight look on their faces, looking like the princes of the Plains City.

With the exception of these three, the others were dressed in old clothes, washed white, and most of them had a few patches.

But now these people are fanatical, listening to a storyteller in the teahouse tell a story:

“...... The White Tiger King roared angrily, grabbed a piece of dirt and threw it at the Heavenly Army. I only heard a loud 'boom', and suddenly 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals were smashed into pulp by this piece of soil!

"The Heavenly Realm couldn't bear the loss, and the remaining hundreds of thousands of troops retreated from the Tongtian Array one after another. The White Tiger King laughed, divided half of his cultivation, and sealed the Tongtian Array. Since then, Hakukoma Cave has had this peaceful and quiet life. ”

"Good!" the audience was excited, as if they were the ones who had lost a million-strong army alone.

An old man stroked his goatee, shook his head and said, "The White Tiger King is worthy of being the founding father, if only he were alive now......"

"Old Fan, don't talk nonsense!" A middle-aged tea guest next to him seemed to recognize the old man. He glanced at the three dukes carefully, and reminded Lao Fan.

The three dukes didn't raise their eyelids, as if they hadn't heard Lao Fan's words.

At this time, the storyteller knocked on the wood again, and said loudly: "If you have money, please hold a money field, and if you don't have money, please hold a personal field." No matter how much, give a reward or two, and the small ones are grateful!"

Among the tea guests, two or three people came out and threw a few small fingernail-sized oiled paper packets into a small wooden box next to the storyteller, which was used for pocket salt.

"Thank you, thank you. Next, let's talk about another joke of 'the Cao family descended from heaven to save the world, and thousands of people followed'. The storyteller said.

"Smack", a public clapped his hands on the table, and said in a somewhat impatient tone: "Can you change it?" It's Cao ...... every day That's it, my ears are calloused. ”

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Then how about we tell a joke about 'auspicious and auspicious, tiger king is born'?"

“****......”

The duke looked impatient and was about to object again, but a partner next to him patted him on the shoulder and stopped, "Okay, it's time for us to go on patrol in the streets." That gentleman, say whatever you like, and ignore him. ”

After speaking, he picked up the other two and walked outside the teahouse.

After a few of the princesses left, the teahouse became lively.

The storyteller was still thinking about what to say in the next paragraph, but the others began to talk about the princes.

"Hmph, it's these stupid worms! If the White Tiger King is still alive, can these people wear this dog skin?" said Lao Fan indignantly.

"Old Fan, don't talk nonsense. Why is the White Tiger King not alive? Now sitting on the throne is not called the White Tiger King, so what should it be called?" someone said to Lao Fan with a somewhat playful tone.

“...... That one is naturally also the White Tiger King. But after all, he is still too young, and he still lacks some means for these traitors under him. Old Fan said.

"In your opinion, who is not a traitor?"

"The White Tiger King's family, they were all sent by God to save the world, and they are naturally good people. It's just that these officials under him are becoming more and more greedy now. And he can't say that he is loyal to the White Tiger King, you see that those people just now, still wearing dog skins, dare to talk nonsense! In my opinion, we still have to wait for the White Tiger King to figure out who is good and who is bad, and kill all these bad officials and bad servants to peel off their skins, so that we can have a good life!"

"Having said so much, it's better to let your old fan be an official, and you will naturally be able to cure these bad guys. ”

"I have hills and valleys in my chest, but there is no joy in the world. Lao Fan didn't care about other people's banter, and sighed to himself.

"Okay, I said, don't make these jokes!" A middle-aged man with a loyal face said worriedly: "Not long ago, Li Si in Laundry Lane complained a few words about the White Tiger King while drinking with his friends, and was denounced, and now he is still locked in the yamen and has not come out!"

"What are you worried about?" said Lao Fan disapprovingly, "I have never complained about the White Tiger King. This man must know how to be grateful! Without the White Tiger King, can there be us? He complains about the White Tiger King, naturally damned! I just can't get used to those officials below. ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "It's better to say less! If someone has the intention to make false accusations, who cares who you are targeting, when the time comes, I am afraid that you will not be able to eat and walk around." ”

"What are you talking about, who is the snitch here, tell me clearly, who are you referring to?"

"I didn't say who the villain is, why are you jumping out in such a hurry?" The middle-aged man who seemed to be loyal did not show weakness at all in his mouth.

"Tell me who the villain is?" the man began to relent.

Some people kept persuading, and some people chose a side to join the quarrel, and suddenly the teahouse became noisy.

Chen Hao watched coldly, and he had a plan in his heart.

He didn't bother to watch these people fighting anymore, so he and Lu Zhenbang walked out of the teahouse and continued to wander along the long street.

After walking a short distance, I saw a group of people in a circle, pointing at the middle of the circle, and talking about it.

Chen Hao and Lu Zhenbang went up to take a look, only to see a shop on the side of the street being smashed to pieces, a young woman slumped on the ground wailing and crying bitterly, and several officials, led by a man in brocade, were holding on to a young man.

“...... I really ate the gall of a leopard! I dare to openly sell forbidden things! When our White Tiger Hall is a vegetarian, take it back and enter the beast fighting camp!"

The man in brocade pointed at the man who was grabbed and scolded.

The woman crawled on the ground, grabbed the young man's trouser legs, and cried and begged: "Master, we really don't know that this is a forbidden thing! It's all a little thing that we have worked hard to make, and we wouldn't dare to sell it if we knew it was a forbidden thing! Please let us go this time, don't take Liu Lang to the beast fighting camp......

The audience whispered: "What kind of forbidden thing is being sold?"

I came a little late, and I don't know what happened.

"It's just meat buns! It's so daring! Meat buns dare to sell too!"

"Why have meat buns become forbidden?" someone who was not well-informed felt a little strange.

"The 'meat collection order' was issued just before yesterday, and the people banned the circulation of any meat, don't you know?"

"This ...... Why?"

"Because there is not enough meat to feed the divine beasts. Think about it, if the divine beast can't eat enough, who will protect us?"

"Oh, I'm glad I know now. I will never eat meat again, and I will keep it all for the beasts. ”