.Chapter 211 Chivalrous Novel Kills People

‘Master, where to go?’

After getting on the carriage, hesitated for a second, "Yuelai Inn." It seemed that the young witches of the heroes and the young witches lived there on TV. However, if they were knocking down the tables and smashing chairs all day long, they didn't know if they had gone bankrupt.

The driver was stunned for a moment. The monk didn't go to the temple to hold orders and went to the inn. But his professional instinct immediately asked him to beat the horse and whip it. The car body shaking and slowly started to start and left the dock.

Except for the women on the boat, most sailors took the rewards and ran to the Qinhuai River in groups with candles and ropes, especially the sailors on my flagship. They were very excited along the way. The two sides of the Qinhuai River were covered with powder on both sides of the Qinhuai River, and countless pleasure boats in the river were known to everyone in the late Ming Dynasty. Compared with the size of the eight major alleys in Beijing and the Qinhuai River, the role of the Qinhuai River in this era was equivalent to that of Shinjuku in later generations. Countless foreign women also came here to manage their flesh-hearted careers, including the blonde and blue-eyed Hu Ji.

Looking around at the Ming Dynasty of this era, I set foot on the land of the Ming Dynasty for the first time, and archways flashed in front of my eyes. All this was still full of freshness. But the carriage was getting more and more deviant, and gradually arrived at a place similar to the urban-rural fringe. ‘It’s not that I encountered a black taxi and wanted to rob it, I didn’t bring much money… It would be strange.

The bad thought flashed just now, 'Master, Yuelai Inn has arrived. Ten cents.'

‘This is Yuelai Inn? Did you go wrong?’ Looking at this dilapidated door face that is not much better than the Japanese thatched house. There is not even a big gold-plated word on the inn. I don’t know which illiterate wrote it on the plaque with a brush.

‘Absolutely, I am an old man in Nanjing. I have lived in forty-seven years and my Yuelai Inn is alone.’

I don’t know what the old man who drove the bus said was true or false, so I took the reward and walked into Yuelai Inn. Although the sparrow was small and had all the organs, although it looked a little worn outside, the shopkeeper’s shop inside had all the tables, chairs, and jars of wine. But as soon as I entered the door...

‘There is no leftovers now, Huazhai will come again in the afternoon.’ As soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by the shopkeeper with a cold face.

Isn’t it about monks, Taoists, nuns, elderly people, children, women, disabled people, beggars? Is it very popular to go around the world? Why did I change now? I would have worn a headband if I knew it.

"Ba" I sent a golden cake with one or two in weight to the counter. The waiter and the shopkeeper changed their faces a 180-degree change. He nodded and bowed with a professional smile and asked, "Master, what are you going to do, our vegetarian food is very famous."

If you don’t have money, you will be a stinking person. If you have money, you are a master. Although you know that capitalism has begun to sprout in the Ming Dynasty, you didn’t expect that this person is so powerful. It’s still right that the gentleman said, if you have money, you have the right to speak. I have money. ‘Even if you serve good wine and good food, there is one more thing, I don’t eat vegetarian food.’

There is one thing that can improve the efficiency of production activities several times, and this thing is money. The waiter almost served a plate with a pot of wine, a plate of pork head meat, a plate of sausage, and a pair of chopsticks at the speed of Bolt's 100-meter sprint. 'Master, please use it slowly. The repot meat and sweet and sour fish have been put into the pot.' Although it is against the precepts of monks eating vegetarian food, the inn opens the door to do business, and anyone with money is the old man. This is not the Monks' Precepts Academy, so why should I do that? The waiter arranged the wine and dishes one by one and asked casually, 'Master, do you want to call a song to entertain you?'

‘Okay.’ I threw down two silver coins that were used as a reward. Japanese silver coins in Ming Dynasty were not used as a hundred people. Because of their quality and weight, a silver coins that were used as a hundred people in Japan could be used as about one hundred people. The waiter took the silver coins and thanked them for a thousand times.

Unexpectedly, I finally got into the role. Generally speaking, a woman singing music and an old man playing the piano crying and complaining about grievances. The monk and hero saving the beauty... Stop, this is the Water Margin. Just as I was yy, the waiter brought two young women holding the piano and carrying the drums. Unfortunately, the appearance was mediocre. A current singing woman is blessed. "Master, I don't know what songs to listen to, we can also sing the Lotus Sutra and Diamond Sutra."

It’s better to watch the church choir than to listen to chanting scriptures, “Touch it all.” I didn’t have any interest in seeing the two women’s appearances, so I just learned to find a fault and sent it away.

‘Watch the drum tightly and slowly beat the gong

Stop gongs and drums and listen to singing

Singing all kinds of gossip

Listen to me singing 18 Touch…’

As soon as I finished speaking, two women who performed arts started singing immediately. The magic sound immediately filled the brain, and the waiter in the shopkeeper of the inn couldn't help but start a beat.

‘Amitabha.’ I chanted the Buddha’s name, ‘Empty is form, and form is emptiness. Today is the emptiness this time.’

As the singing was rising, two guests came in outside the simple Yuelai Inn, ‘Boss, come two pounds of cooked beef, and the best daughter is red.’

The shopkeeper was excited when he heard this. He was not only furious when he heard this, "Your family sells daughter Hong, your family sells daughter Hong for generations. Our Yuelai Inn only sells the top prize red. Cooked beef. If you kill the beef, I will stew it for you." The shopkeeper was also angry. In the past few days, he would have to eat with his daughter Hong and cooked beef. Needless to say, the beef is, agricultural countries explicitly prohibit the killing of plowing oxes. Not to mention the common people, many emperors have never eaten beef. And this daughter Hong and the top prize red are a kind of wine. My wife is about to have a baby and buried her.

A jar of homemade rice wine. If it is a son, it is called the top scholar. When the child is the top scholar in high school, it is called the top scholar. If it is a wife, it is called the daughter. When it is a marriage, it is taken out for guests to drink. In the feudal era, it is also a man who prefers boys over girls. No one wants to be cursed by others every day. Selling daughters has become an extremely vicious swear word that curses people and tribes. After scolding, the shopkeeper gasped and thought, could I have a grudge with someone, and he actually found some unruly customers to come to make trouble.

The two guests were immediately scolded and were stunned for a while before they came to their senses, 'Then don't want my daughter Hong and cooked beef, Yangchun noodles, there is always this one.'

‘Two portions of Yangchun noodles.’ The waiter shouted listlessly. Although the restaurant made half of the money, the 10-cent portion of Yangchun noodles was really profitable. The waiter was slow, just like the fifty-year-old boxing champion Ali. The waiter put down the bowls and chopsticks and was about to leave. A customer stuffed a few copper coins on the table, and the waiter immediately grabbed a few copper coins in his hand. The waiter asked kindly, ‘Inquired about something, the court today…’

The waiter's face changed drastically, and his body shivered involuntarily. The copper coins in his hand rolled on the ground. Seeing the two guests as if they had seen a ghost, he stammered, "Customer, I don't know anything, I don't know anything...'

‘Bang’ the shopkeeper slapped the table and walked over, pointing at a piece of red paper on the pillar to read the words on the two guests, ‘Don’t talk about state affairs. Please respect yourself, the two guests.’

At this time, I just finished singing the 18th tide, and I gave the reward and asked the two women who were selling their art to retreat. In fact, these two people were good at singing, but their appearance and figure were too secure. I can guarantee that they were the legendary women who were selling their arts but not selling their bodies. But I was not interested.

The two new customers asked twice for boring and began to mutter to themselves, ‘Didn’t the chivalrous novel say that the waiter knows everything he rewards after he beats him?’

Another guest said, 'Yes, let's talk about it, no one who comes out to travel around the world doesn't drink daughters or eat cooked beef? Could it be that the beef of the hero is also the beef that he killed himself?'

As the two of them said, they looked at the remaining guests in the Yuelai Inn, and said at the same time, "Go and ask the monk." The two of them thought about Yang Chun's face and I were at the same table, one left and one right, and they clamped me in the middle.

‘This master is a monk from Shaolin, Songshan?’

I'm telling the truth, 'No.'

Another asked, 'That's the monk from Shaolin in Putian?'

‘Amitabha, not.’ At this time, I had already seen that these two were either non-mainstream in the 16th century, and of course the possibility was almost zero. It must have been made by a woman disguised as a man. Needless to say, I can smell it when the nose of the main wandering flowers is not blocked. However, considering that there are still male sissies with rouge and water powder, the most important thing is that there is no Adam's apple.

The two girls looked at each other and slapped the table and stood up, "Only Shaolin monks can avoid drinking and meat. If you are not a Shaolin monk, why do you drink and eat meat here?"

‘Amitabha Buddha, Master Jigong, is not a Shaolin monk, and he has not quit alcohol and meat. As the saying goes, wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha keeps it in his heart.’ In fact, the quit alcohol and meat started from Buddhism to China. Everyone knows that monks who just came from India are very poor and no one supports him. Who can eat wine and meat for him to eat when they go to Huazhai. But the monks must eat meat. The green vegetables are more precious than gold on the plateau. What does monks eat if they don’t eat meat? Japanese fish are also very cheap. Fish in the sea are cheaper than rice, and what does not eat fish? It can be said that only Central Plains Buddhism in the world is abstaining from meat because the price of meat in the Central Plains is too expensive.

The two women looked at each other, 'What they said is right. Has the master ever practiced martial arts?'

‘Some.’ I touched my waist and cried out in a secretly way. This time I forgot to burn the cup with flour when I went out. I didn’t have to think about the drunk fist. I took out two short Western guns and placed them on the table. This is also good. No kung fu is as good as a foreign gun.

‘Wow, foreign gun, are you a quick gunner?’

I was furious when I heard this. I put away the two short guns, threw down a few silver coins, stood up and left angrily. Before I went out, I cursed angrily, "You are the fast gunners, your whole family is the fast gunners." Damn, if it weren't for their washing boards and the figure of Wangzai's small steamed buns, I would have raped and killed them. Now I finally understand why the Japanese must call foreign guns an iron cannon. It's not their exaggerated personality or a translation error. Instead, the difference between being called a fast gunner and an iron cannon is too big. It's probably that men can't stand it.

The two women looked at each other, ‘Did you say something wrong?’

‘I don’t know, it seems that there is no. However, it is illegal to privately hide firearms according to the Ming Dynasty’s laws.’

‘Yes, ask Daddy to arrest him and receive the merits.’

The two women used copper coins to record the accounts, and left and right after leaving Yuelai Inn and came to an inn outside Nanjing. Before they could even open their mouths, they were taught a lesson by the groom at the post station, "Bing'er, Yu'er, why did you secretly change your men's clothes and run out? How many times did you tell you to read less chivalrous novels? Back then, your mother taught you to read literacy to let you read the stubborn women. What if you go out like this, what if you meet a bad person...'

The post station has been a place for officials to rest and report and exchange horses for thousands of years, and the system has gradually improved, and its function is equivalent to the current post office and official guesthouse. But is it the speed of delivering letters to the public? Since it is officially opened, don’t expect this thing to be efficient. Jin Gui has been raising horses at the post station for thirty years, and finally got the groom's head and made a lot of money. He married thirteen concubines to give birth to a son. Unfortunately, except for the two twin daughters left by the original wife, the other concubines are all stone girls with ordinary belly and no children. At least that’s how Jin Gui thinks. If it were a modern day, Haonan, who took the child to the hospital for paternity test, there was no reason that only one wife could have children for more than a dozen wives. However, Brother Jin Gui should be content. He has the Thirteen Flowers of Jinling, even if he doesn’t have a son, he should recognize him.

‘Dad, there is a happy event.’ After Jin Gui finished teaching his lesson, Binger and Yuer immediately reported the good news to Dad.

Jin Gui looked at the belly of his two daughters and cried, "Worry, don't make any public appearance. Tell me, it's been a few months, who is his father? I'll go to settle the score with him."

‘Just now, a monk in flower.’ Bing'er and Yu'er didn't explain much because of the tight time. They just pointed to the general direction of the monk in flower who was hiding the firearm.

Jin Gui was furious. If he was a monk, the child would have no father. Then the child in his belly would have to be aborted. At that time, it would be possible that he would have a life of one corpse. Jin Gui's blue veins stormed up and picked up a nine-toothed rake that collected scattered horse materials, and he was about to run, "I've fought with this monk Hua..."

‘Dad, that monk Hua has a foreign gun on his body, so find a few more people to hold it.’ Bing'er and Yu'er shouted from behind.

Jin Gui didn't look back, "No, your father alone is enough. Come home and wait for his father to come back." Jin Gui didn't want too many people to know about this ugly thing at home. After all, it's after abortion, and his daughter can still get married. As long as the dowry is rich, you don't have to worry about anyone coming to propose marriage. Just a good family, don't think about it, as it's even more embarrassing to be sent back on the wedding night.

Bing'er and Yu'er didn't expect that their father was so eager to make contributions and had to eat alone. However, if they really caught this private firearm, their position should have been promoted. If they had known that monk Hua would have been arrested for his father, the horse-raising groom had no official position, which was not as good as Bi Ma Wen. However, the father's orders should not be disobeyed, so Bing'er and Yu'er still went home honestly to change the cloth strips that loosened their chests and changed to their daughter's home decoration.

‘Don’t leave, eat me.’ Seeing a bald head in a cassock from afar, Jin Gui got angry from his heart, and evil came to his courage. He shouted loudly and rushed over.

‘To be honest, I admire you very much. This is the first time that someone has greeted me with a rake in my life for so many years.’ As I said, I took out a foreign gun with my left and right hands. According to the international convention, the foreign gun with my left hand first shot into the sky to warn. The streets were in chaos, and they fled and dodged. Countless people in the Dou Dou had never seen this posture and opened fire on the streets.

Seeing the black gun pointing at him, Jin Gui stopped suddenly. The nine-toothed rake in his hand was obviously useless. Suddenly, he thought of the stronger Daming Lu, and said stutteringly, "You yin monk, dare to disobey the yin monk, who had hidden firearms in private, and they were two. Come to the yamen.' Whenever you go to the yamen, Jin Gui, as a small official who raises horses, naturally has countless ways to clear the yamen. Let this yin monk die in a nightmare or be killed by suicide. It would be too easy to kill a person inside.

I laughed, "Da Ming Lu? The gun in my hand is the Da Ming Lu. If you want to arrest me, you might as well come and try it." Any law must be supported by force, but when the power supported is relatively not large enough, even the perfect law is useless. The Jinyiwei itself is an existence that transcends the law, so I am afraid that he will be strange.

Jin Gui saw that the monk Yin was unmoved and saw a line of cold sweat flowing from the black muzzle opposite, but the timidity disappeared quickly. Jin Gui found reinforcements behind the monk Yin and shouted excitedly, "Brother Qi Yao, help me hold this monk Yin, oh, it's an evil monk."

I heard the chaotic footsteps behind me, and turned around and saw that it was a captain holding an iron ruler, leading seven or eight constables holding a water and fire stick, and rushed over with red faces. A ninth-rank captain, several of the ninth-rank constables, were killed by the first level of official position, not to mention that I was a second-rank governor, who was more than ten levels higher than the head of the captain.

'Who shoots on the street? Is there any Xu Qiyao in my eyes? Who doesn't know that in this Nanjing city, Xu Qiyao is the best in charge of the world and the air in the middle.' By the way, Xu Qiyao is also a great man of his generation. The main reason is that someone above is easy to be an official, and Xu Qiyao's uncle is the second-in-command in Jiangsu. According to his uncle, the position of the captain in front of him is just a transition to plating and plating. He is about to be transferred to Jiangsu to be the county magistrate. He is an eighth rank. He has been a county magistrate for a few years and has been qualified for the county magistrate and has not a problem. He is always a step-by-step person.

It is rare to advance and advance two levels in this era. At that time, the official position will be available, and is there a small amount of money for women? However, Xu Qiyao, who is drinking today, was very angry. When someone was about to be promoted, wouldn’t he give Xu Qiyao face? If he doesn’t give Xu Qiyao face, he won’t give Xu Qiyao’s uncle face. If he doesn’t give Xu Qiyao’s uncle face, he won’t give Minglu face. If there is a more failure in his resume, his future will be greatly affected. Such a troublemaker must be beaten to death in the street to relieve his hatred.

‘Is that right? Then you should take care of me.’ As I said that, I put away the foreign gun in my left hand and threw out the iron plate at my waist.

With a 'clang', an iron plate was added to the ground in front of the headmaster Xu Qiyao. Xu Qiyao subconsciously picked it up. It would be fine if he didn't look at it. After seeing it, he saw the snot, tears and defecation and urination came down. Xu Qiyao threw away the iron ruler in his hand, and blew one mouth to the left and right and one mouth blew it hard on his face, "Mr. Wang, I'm guilty, I deserve to die. I don't know that Mr. Wang is a Qianhu, the Jinyiwei Qianhu, so you can just take me Xu Qiyao as a fart."
Chapter completed!