Hu San was so happy that after eating and drinking, he wiped his mouth and walked around. The waiter came over and said with a smile:
"Sir, how much is your drink?"
Hu San felt all over his body and realized that he had left the whole piece of silver with the madam of the brothel shop. He had already calculated that according to the market price in Taiping County, a prostitute would only cost five taels of silver at most. With the current market price, this was a pig.
The price. This is the capital. Double the price for two pigs is enough! So he didn’t bring much. It’s always unsafe to bring too much money to a place like that. Unfortunately, in order to deal with the enemy (he thought the little eunuch’s
(the enemy is also his enemy), he threw such a big piece of silver into the brothel. At that time, he was in such a hurry that he didn’t think much about it, and he had no intention of asking the old bitch to give change. Now it’s better! Hu San thought for a while and said:
"Brother, otherwise, I just went out in a hurry and forgot to bring my money. How about you come and pick it up with me?"
The waiter was displeased and teased: "You haven't even got a penny yet, but you let me get a few coins. You're working in the middle of the night. Aren't you trying to make people miserable?"
"How about I double it for you? It's not that far away, it's just inside the Dali Temple."
"Oh, for a long time, you are a member of the government, and those who work for officialdom cannot bully us ordinary people!" The waiter's tone became harder and harder, leaving no room for accommodation.
"How about I write you a note and it will be delivered tomorrow." A penny stumped the heroic man, and the clever Hu San was at his wits' end.
"No, no, we don't know you. Who knows what you do?" the waiter said with his mouth raised.
The shopkeeper heard that there was a dispute here and hurried over from the back hall.
"What's the matter?" the shopkeeper asked.
"The country bumpkins from out of town don't pay for meals." The waiter answered the question very briefly, but he spoke clearly.
The shop owner is a middle-aged man about forty years old, with a pair of oval eyes and a full beard. He has a bun on his head, with an iron nail more than five inches long inserted in the middle. His chest is exposed, and his face is full of flesh.
He looked very vicious. The shopkeeper turned his head and stared at Hu San with two bull eyes and said:
"Sir, it's a matter of course that you should be paid for your meals. There's nothing to discuss. If you don't have money, don't come. We don't like freeloaders here."
Hu San put on an embarrassed smile and said, "I really forgot to bring money. How about sending a brother to get it for me."
"Take it, a few bucks are worth the trip, no time!" The shopkeeper rolled his eyes.
"What should I do?" Hu San always felt that he was short-sighted and was extremely careful about what he said.
"Look at what valuables you have on you, take out one of them, put it here first, and get the money to redeem it tomorrow."
Hu San originally had a few things, but because he was afraid of something going wrong when he went to such a place, he temporarily took them out and put them in the house. He had to say:
"Shopkeeper, I really don't have any..."
"Well, take off one of your clothes or one of your shoes. Isn't this a embarrassment to you?" The shopkeeper had a sinister smile in his eyes.
"I am a scholar, how can I behave like this?" Hu San shook his head and said.
"Bah!" the shopkeeper spat a mouthful of phlegm into Hu San's face and cursed, "Does a pig or dog like you deserve to be called a scholar? Anyone who hangs out in the middle of the night, except for thieves or prostitutes, no one is
Good stuff! You want face and I want money. If you put down the money and leave, I won’t have to argue with you!"
Hu San wiped his face and wanted to speak, but the shopkeeper grabbed him by the chest and shouted:
"You take it off or should I?"
Hu Sanguang didn't want to suffer the immediate disadvantage and said hurriedly: "I'll take it off, I'll take it off."
"Take off your clothes or shoes?"
"It's hard to walk without your shoes, so you should take off your clothes!"
Hu San had no choice but to go back to the Yamen with his back naked. Fortunately, it was at night and there were few people on the street. He was already disgraced. A dignified fourth-grade official was stripped naked in the streets of Beijing.
Walking through the alleys and walking through the city, where does the elegant demeanor of a scholar come from? Hu San thought as he walked, fortunately this is not Taiping County. He didn’t know many acquaintances when he first came here. He wanted to get through this section first. He quickly changed his clothes when he returned to the Yamen.
Don't let the people below see it.
He arrived at the entrance of Dali Temple. Although he met a few passers-by on the way, seeing how embarrassed he was, they first stopped and laughed, and then they just pointed and pointed, or even suspected that he had a mental problem. Hu San thought that everyone was the same.
He was a stranger in the water. He didn't know anyone, so it wasn't worth making a fuss about, so he didn't really care. He hesitated for a while not far away. He could have asked the gate to be opened and entered the hospital directly, but he was afraid of the government officials at the head of the gate.
Talking too much, I finally decided to go over the wall and enter.
Hu San walked around the wall of Dali Temple several times, but couldn't choose a suitable place to climb. There was an old locust tree in the back corner. It might be much more convenient to climb up the tree and then jump down. Hu San
In desperation, he had no choice but to climb the tree. Although Hu San's articles were not top-notch, they were just fine. As for climbing trees and climbing over walls and ridges, he was not even the lowest. Hu San spent all his time on it.
With all his strength, he finally climbed up the big locust tree and was about to jump on the wall. Suddenly he saw a group of people coming, about ten people, most of whom had weapons in their hands. One man beat his horse to the bottom of the tree and shouted to the back.
road:
"Master Wen, there is a person leaning on the tree. He must be a thief who wants to break into the courtyard and steal."
The man called Mr. Wen seemed to be the boss. He waved his hand and shouted softly, "Take it down! Take it back and talk."