The stall just before the sky was dark, and the streets in Sijiu City were in chaos!

First, someone was asked to smash the "seedlings" in the city gate, but the smoke that broke out from the thing could make people red in their eyes, bleeding nostrils, and swollen throats. The dozens of coughing and wheezing injuries were sent to Tongrentang for the doctor to see them. The doctor only said that it was called poisonous smoke and choked. One person drank thirty doses of medicine to remove poison and clear blood. He had to recuperate for two months without being mixed with meat, fish, cigarettes and alcohol. Only then could he barely say that it was all good.

Then a four-wheeled carriage at the intersection of the three-way road was burned. Even if the patrol guards kicked open the door of the owner's house on the street and carried the water tank out to put out the fire, several tanks of water were poured on, and the flames with a blue-colored luster were still temporarily extinguished when they encountered water. When they saw the wind, they burned the four-wheeled carriage and the goods on the carriage in a pot of tea.

On the streets around the four-wheeled carriage, there were more than twenty wounded people who were still breathing. One of them was the patrol officer who was the one who saw the King of Hell on the spot. Most of them were patrol officers in the patrol bureau and idle. Even a yanei master in the patrol bureau had bad luck. He said that he was not talking about the red knife on his body and had more than a dozen transparent holes, and all his blood was flowing on the street!

In addition, there were two unlucky and miserable people, who were asked to kill those patrolmen and swordsmen who had been beaten up in the street. The brave men from Sijiu City went over and took a look, and they could only recognize the two unlucky and miserable people, such as the guys who did not show up in the chrysanthemum club?

Before the chaos on the street could be understood, the bullfighting scene in the bull market in the south of the city was already apart. Two players with narrow luck were killed on the spot. In addition, the two dealers who were betting against the two dragons disappeared in the scene of the big scattering scene. The players of Sijiu City who were holding tickets in their hands blocked the entrance of Xinhuozhengmen on Zhushikouer Street, and they did not forget that they could hold several kilns in Xiong's city. It was almost a situation where the city was full of ropes.

Someone who was so smart and could see that the scene of the scattered halls in the Niuma Market was inseparable from those despicable rascals who smoked big cigarettes. He quickly sent people to search for those despicable rascals around Sijiu City. But it was strange that Xiao Erbai's domestic guardhouse was about to turn the places where the despicable rascals in Sijiu City were almost overwhelmed, but he didn't even hold a single rascal?

As the middle-aged man who was fighting against the dragon, Duan Ye, who was still the rudder of the Peking Patrol Police Station, was already in a state of turtle at this moment. He could only lock himself in the office where the patrol police station was rarely seated for a few days. He covered his hands on his head, which was aching, and kept rubbing his mouth. He also said high and moaned and cursed in a low voice!

Although he was a hiring person in the patrol station, the patrol officer could stop the four-nine city players outside who were holding the tickets in his hands, but there were still some people with great wisdom who could find these tricks and crash into the office hidden by Master Duan one after another. There was only one meaning behind his words. If he could not find the two dealers who were betting against the dragon, then the number of the tickets was on the tickets. But he could only ask Master Duan to close the accounts with his own pocket!

In addition, the patrol officers who were beaten to death in the patrol station also had people. All the relatives who could not be beaten on weekdays gathered together, shouting high and low, crying and shouting, but the only meaning was that the person was gone. If he could not get a thick pension, the family would end up not being able to survive anyway. Master Duan would wait to see Tian'er and see someone hanging at the door of Master Duan's house!

There was also the unlucky yanee. He originally planned to snatch the merit, but he ended up sucking to death. The body had just been put back to the patrol station. His sister, who had tried her best to change her younger brother's future, crashed into the patrol station like a gust of wind. She didn't even bother to take a look at her younger brother who was poked into a honeycomb. She pushed her head towards Mr. Duan, who happened to be close to him, and scratched her with ten fingers with long nails. If this weren't the small dodging skills that Mr. Duan had practiced in various places all year round, might it be a dreamy ending on the spot?

After a long time of tearing, this aunt was really a tomboy who ran on her arm and fist, without any cover. She said to Mr. Duan on the spot - she had a future for her brother with her body, and she was running for the future when her own people were not worth it. Now that she was severing her thoughts, she didn't say anything about the other side. She bought two houses and three shops in Sijiu City, which was the place where she would live in the future!

Mr. Duan wants to be able to complete these things. In the future, he will naturally blow more pillow wind for Mr. Duan and send him to the sky. But if Mr. Duan dares to say no, the pillow will still be rumbling. But no matter how you say it, the pillow wind will be heard, but you can't ask Mr. Duan to live a peaceful life!

It was probably because he looked at Mr. Duan's lawsuit, and the few followers around him were very smart. He yelled and supported Duan's debt collectors who blocked the front and back doors of the patrol station. He secretly put two ladders on the wall of the patrol station, and helped Duan to be Zhang Sheng, who couldn't wait to come to Cui Yingying, and hit the wall with oil. Let's get out of this place of failure for the time being. Finding a place to hide for peace can be considered as a matter of time. It's a long time to go.

Moving his plump body, Duan Master stepped on the creaking ladder and walked far away along the dark streets outside the wall. After almost noisy and noisy movement outside the patrol station, he took a deep breath and evasively walked towards the dark kiln he had prepared.

Although Mr. Duan has many houses outside the city and many secret doors and Tangzi restaurants he often goes to, in the scene of a city-wide search, it is hard to say that if he enters the front door of the outer house, someone will block the door to find out what is wrong. At such a critical moment, he can only go to the dark kiln he has prepared for a while, and at least he can hide for a quiet night.

But before Mr. Duan could go out, a familiar voice came from the depths of the dark alley, which made Mr. Duan's hair stand on his back: "Mr. Duan, you are walking alone this night, so you are really idle? The police station is almost in trouble. Are you a hand-off manager at this time? Why? In the situation of two dragons betting, it is difficult for middle-aged people to bet, and even more difficult for dark villages to bet?"

Involuntarily, Mr. Duan reached out and touched the twenty-shot pistol on his waist. But half of his hand was stretched out, but Mr. Duan lowered his hand and whispered to the dark alley with a wry smile: "This man. You are not able to find a second one in Sijiu City, not to mention that you are in Beizhili, right? Now my surname is a slap in the fall. The grasshopper in the autumn will not last a few days if he dies! This man, you and the heroes in your hall, you should be good at it. Don't take my surname Duan at this time?"

A sneer, the familiar voice that made Master Duan's hair stand up sounded unyieldingly: "Master Duan, your words are really narrow! Although you have suffered a lot of grievances in front of others, maybe there are many benefits behind this? This is not the place to speak. There are people watching you that have been prepared in the dark kiln at this time, so you can't go! Change your clothes, walk north to two alleys, and turn east to see you!"

Subconsciously reached out and caught the clothes wrapped in a ball of clothes thrown from the darkness. Master Duan responded to the familiar voice: "This man, where are you going to sing this?"

He laughed softly, and the voice from the darkness did not answer Mr. Duan’s question. However, he said to himself: “Mr. Duan, it’s up to you whether you come or not. I’ll only wait for you for half an hour in that soup pot.”

Holding the wrapped clothes, Master Duan hesitated for a moment, but stomped his feet hard, shaking the wrapped clothes with cursing and swayed on himself: "Why can't he avoid this anywhere he goes? I owe all the hair gods in my previous life?"

Following the dark and dilapidated alley, Duan, who was dressed in tattered clothes, walked in the direction of the familiar voice for a long time, and finally heard the vague movement of the punching movement at the entrance of the alley, and even smelled a strange smell of meat soup. Before Mr. Duan could carefully look at the direction of the fragrance, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the shadow of the alley: "Master, are you here to get the soup pot?"

Unpredictable, Master Duan screamed so much that the hoarse voice sounded at his feet jumped up in fear and almost cursed!

It seemed that he knew that he suddenly spoke, Master Duan was shocked. From the shadow of the alley, he slowly moved out a half paraplegic sitting on a wheel board, and stretched out a black slap to Master Duan, "Men, is it the soup pot that comes back? Ten big boys are full, but whether they have meat or not depends on luck. Twenty big boys must have meat, so don't ask what kind of meat it is. Twenty five big boys can spend four taels of wine, whether they are the second white gallbladder who sprays the clothes, or Huisanjiang, they also have to rely on your luck! You have made up your mind to pay for you first!"

After reaching out and touching the pocket of the torn clothes, Mr. Duan actually found about twenty big boys, threw them into the hands of the half-paralytic, and whispered to the half-paralytic, "Where is that soup pot? Why do you just hear the movement and don't see the light?"

He counted the big son Duan threw in his hand in a vain. The half-paralytic man ignored him and put the big son he had counted in his arms. While holding the wheel board, he slid back into the shadow at the entrance of the alley, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "A man, twenty-five big sons serve him."

Accompanied by the shouts of the half-paralytic man, almost in the area in front of Master Duan, a dark tent was suddenly lifted open, and the strange fragrance and heat coming from the tent hit him directly on Master Duan's face, which immediately made Master Duan cough.

Regardless of Master Duan's coughing, the stout man who lifted the tent and grabbed Master Duan's arm, dragged Master Duan into the tent, and hurriedly raised his hand and pulled him down again after he had just opened the tent.

Mr. Duan, who was squinting his eyes and being pulled into the tent with his crooked footsteps, reached into his arms, quietly grabbed his De Zao twenty sounds, covered his face with the worn felt hat on his head, and looked at the situation inside the tent without showing any expression.

Under the cover of the night, I couldn't see how big the curtain was from the outside. It occupied at least a dozen meters of land. It was sewn with various rags in a dense manner, and then the curtain was supported by dozens of wood trunks. The foggy heat and coal smoke were already smoky black.

Almost all the trunks of each tree that holds the tent, an oil lamp was hung with large iron nails. The lights as big as beans could barely illuminate the ground one foot away. Just near the oil lamp, the oil lamp was built with rocks, broken bricks and loess, and all the iron pots were placed on the stove with twelve drinks.

It's strange. The twelve-drink large iron pot was filled with small partitions made of iron sheets, which divided the pot into a nine-point world situation. I don't know what kind of soup it was in the pot, but under the oil lamp, I could only see a pot of black and sticky stuff, which made the briquettes made of cinders in the stove, making the flowers rolling in the waves, and all the strange fragrance came out.

Although it happened to be on the mouth of the rice, there were not many diners sitting in the tent of the Hun Soup Pot. I guess the manager of the Hun Soup Pot also wanted to save some coal balls. The few diners were all arranged next to the two big pots with twelve drinks. They held bamboo branches and chopsticks more than a foot long, and fed food from the small grids they all got, and they all looked very excited.

Before Master Duan could figure out what this soup pot was, the thick man whom Duan had pulled in had already brought over a large earthen jar that was half a person tall. He used a large porcelain bowl with a missing edge to rub the bottom and couldn't see the name of the road. Then he reached out and pulled out a pair of bamboo branches and chopsticks that were about one foot long from behind his waist, and handed them to Master Duan's hand. Then he raised his hand to point at a large iron pot with a customer sitting in the corner of the tent: "This man, you have a pot! You are lucky today. You have Huisanjiang that you just got from Yanlailou. I'll send it to you!"

Holding the big bowl of cooked dishes that could not see the name of the road, Mr. Duan widened his eyes, carefully avoided the messy stove, and touched the big iron pot where a customer was already sitting.

Without waiting for Mr. Duan to gain a foothold, the customer who was already stretching out his chopsticks to pick up food in the iron pot and said to Mr. Duan in a muffled voice: "Mr. Duan, you are really the right time to come. If I wait for me to clean up the food in this bowl, you will not be able to see me!"

Holding a big bowl in his hand, with two bamboo branches and chopsticks in his fingers. Mr. Duan was a little confused for a moment, and he was acquaintance who had seen the head and ended up. Instead, the middle-aged man sitting next to the iron pot chuckled and knocked the bamboo branches and chopsticks on the iron pot: "Put down the big bowl in your hand first, there are old city bricks on the ground. Move one piece and sit down. I took the iron grid in front of you, and then I would be in trouble later!"

Like a marionette, Mr. Duan honestly put down the big bowl in his hand as the middle-aged man's order, and then touched the old city brick with only half of it and sat down as a bench. In this moment, the manager of the Hun Tang Pot also brought a large porcelain bowl filled with four taels of wine and gently placed it on the ground at Mr. Duan's feet.

He poured the cooked dishes from the large thick porcelain bowl into the iron pot. Master Duan couldn't wait to put down the large thick porcelain bowl and bowed to the middle-aged man sitting opposite him: "This man, let me come today, you are."

Without paying attention to Mr. Duan’s question, the middle-aged man picked up the large porcelain bowl placed at his feet, took a sip of the wine in the bowl happily, and then laughed at Mr. Duan: "Mr. Duan, you are busy with nothing to do tonight, so just fill your stomach first! Let’s not talk about the next ones, please try this wine first?"

Looking at the middle-aged man's slow look, Master Duan helplessly picked up the large porcelain bowl placed at his feet, carefully took a sip of the cold wine, and suddenly widened his eyes in surprise: "This is"

He laughed softly, and the middle-aged man smiled slowly and said, "Mr. Duan is a hero in the country of wine. Of course, can he taste the mystery in this wine?"

After another big sip of cold wine, Duan Master smacked his thick lips and shook his head and responded to the middle-aged man: "The lotus flowers are white in this wine, the old Fenjiu in Xinghua Village, the horse widow burns the knife outside the pass, and the Shaoxing rice wine?"

Through the big iron pot surrounded by mist, the middle-aged man picked a thumbs up at Mr. Duan: "Mr. Duan is so capable! Huisanjiang in this soup pot originally mixed the remaining wine collected from all over the city of Sijiu. Although it has a good reputation as Huisanjiang, it tastes mixed! Mr. Duan, you are a person who has seen many scenes in the city of Sijiu. I would like to ask you here, these are all good wines that cost a lot of money, but all of these good wines are gathered together. How come they become things that can only be seen in the soup pot?"

Without waiting for Mr. Duan to answer, the middle-aged man knocked on the big iron pot with the bamboo branches and chopsticks in his hand: "Mr. Duan, look at the little food in your small iron lattice? You looked at this big pot with twelve drinks, but you didn't see that you only had a small iron lattice in this pot? Pour such a large bowl of food in and cook it, and it wouldn't be cooked thoroughly for a while. Even if you barely ate these things into your mouth, you wouldn't be able to taste it?"

Looking at the middle-aged man sitting opposite him in a daze, Mr. Duan whispered: "This man, my surname is Duan, the Zuo of my name is just a stinking patrol in the city of Sijiu. What instructions and advice do you have? Do you openly tell me? Just you are playing puzzles like this and playing pushing hands. I can't turn my head around this."

With a sly chuckled, the middle-aged man picked up the wine bowl on his feet again and rushed towards Master Duan: "Mr. Duan, you have learned a lot in the Sijiu City. I would like to ask you, have you heard of this soup pot?"

Blinking his tiny eyes, Master Duan looked around in a daze, looking at the scene of the soup pot that still had not many customers, and he agreed to the middle-aged man's question as if he was talking to himself: "I'm really hiding this. My surname Duan has been walking on the ground of Sijiu City for many years, from the Beile Mansion to the Ghost Market, and it can be regarded as having a good eye and a clear idea. But I have never heard of the scene of the soup pot?" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!