Chapter 3 Song Wen's little messenger is full of six evils
Song Wen leaned on the stone and looked straight at this old guy with tattered clothes and a smelly body as he jumped off the bridge like a civet cat. He hoped in his heart that he would fall down and become paralyzed.
The old guy didn't fall. He stretched and walked up to Song Wen and looked him up and down... "Tsk tsk... What a waste. He has no chance to study at such an old age, and he can't even practice martial arts... He is really suitable to be a person."
Mr. Turtle."
Song Wen rolled his eyes: "You are suitable, you have good bones! Aren't you just a beggar?"
The old guy licked the dirt in his beard and curled his lips and said, "I heard you tell me, are you tired of living?"
"yes!"
"Since you're tired of living, what's the point of dying? Wouldn't it be better to eat, drink, have fun, flirt with women, kill a few more enemies and then die?"
"There is no money to eat, drink and have fun, and there are enemies everywhere who cannot be defeated..."
"Hahaha... That makes sense. Don't you know those two people just now?"
Song Wen shook his head: "I don't know, you two fools... I don't think I will die today. Why are you pestering me one by one?"
The old guy pinched his beard and smiled: "I have seen a lot of dead people, but I have never seen such a boring death as you. An ant still lives an ignoble life. Are you worthy of the parents who gave birth to you?"
"You raised me well after you gave birth to me. Why did I get kidnapped and trafficked?"
"Little beast..."
The old guy took out a dirty cowhide wine bag from his body, raised his head and took a sip... "You smell like alcohol, are you also a little wine bug?"
Song Wen stretched out his hand, and the old guy chuckled and handed the wine bag to him. After one sip, Song Wen's eyes lit up. It actually had the mellow and sour taste of grapes, and it was a bit strong.
"Boy, what's your name?"
"In my past life and this life, I was all called Song Wen..."
The old guy looked at Song Wen's slightly moist eyes and sneered: "People who really want to die have no tears! Their hearts are dead and people are cold. Since you want to drink and cry, you actually don't want to die...
…It’s just that you don’t know how to live!”
Half an hour later, Song Wen staggered towards Zixuan Tower.
He doesn't want to die.
A turtle will be a turtle, and a slave will be a slave. After you have fun, having free whores in your own brothel is still a benefit! I have no family background, so I use my knowledge and experience to gain some fame and benefits. Song Huizong has been on the throne for a long time...
...Are troubled times far away? I was worried that I would die miserably in troubled times, but now I think about the wealthy businessmen, wealthy businessmen, and dignitaries all over the street, which one is not more valuable than me?
Reputation...reputation, even in the world of martial arts, is the golden talisman of this era! He is also a rebel, why can't Chao Gai defeat Song Jiang, who is short, frustrated and weak? Just because he is in the martial arts world.
The fame cannot keep up with...
In the night, the thin young man wandered towards a brightly lit brothel... On the upper floor of the brothel, a small tune of silk and bamboo was babbled, and the prostitutes were welcoming guests and laughing. The young man's back looked so helpless and desolate.
Standing in front of the small door of Zixuan Tower, Song Wen took a breath of the air mixed with the smell of rouge, wine and meat... and said softly: "The old guy is right, since you are not afraid of death, why not live happily for a few days? This is going to die.
Da Song... I just come and have fun!"
Back in the backyard, Song Wen first went to see Ma Wu, the groom. This man seemed to care about him... Song Wen clearly remembered this in his vague memory.
Ma Wu seemed too lazy to talk to Song Wen, scolded him a few times and went to feed the horses. Song Wen returned to the cabin where he lived alone to think. He had the 400 wen he just got back, but nothing else. He was an acquaintance except Ma Wu, the horseman.
It's the old beggar whose name I don't even know...but that old guy looks quite powerful, so he must have some secrets. The rest...the Turtle God, the Teapot and the Madam, each one is not worth half a copper coin!
No one in the entire brothel regards him as a human being. He is shouted at, pushed and pushed lightly. The madam and the several nuns in charge always look down on him...Song Wen sneaks out again by some mistake and walks to the side.
He stood at the corner of the courtyard, staring blankly at the small corner gate with his hands on his sleeves. At the door of the corner gate sat an old gatekeeper taking a nap. In the yard, there could be faint sounds of the purchased girl babbling and learning the rhythm of the lyrics, and occasionally there was a sound.
The teacher's mother scolded and even beat her... "Green slave..." Song Wen felt a pain in his heart inexplicably. It turned out that this little turtle man who had lost his soul was so deeply attached to that delicate and weak little girl? He was worthy of being the head of a brothel.
The older ones... think about such a young girl? What a scumbag!
Green Slave...that little girl who grew up with me in the bitter water, alas...poor person. If I survive and become a human being, I'll think about how to save her from the fire pit...
"First, keep your feet firmly on the ground and survive, and then sit down as the number one turtle in this brothel!" Returning to his broken bed, Song Wen's eyes shone in the darkness.
There was a soft bang, and the broken door was slowly pushed open. A black figure slipped into the dark room, and then started tinkering under the broken bed opposite...
There were a few crunching sounds, and the shadow should have put more than a dozen copper coins into a broken jar, and then carefully covered it with a wooden board and sprinkled a handful of loose soil. The shadow breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction, and then quickly slipped away.
Went out and went straight to the kitchen.
It must be that bad guy Hua Liu! Ever since the previous owner of my body was seriously ill with typhoid fever, and I crawled to the stable to survive, this guy took away my job of serving tea and water on the second floor! This should be
I got some rewards and hid them secretly.
He and Hua Liu, the two little turtles, were slaves bought by the owner of Zixuan Tower many years ago. Logically speaking, slaves who sell themselves are not qualified to hide the reward money secretly. This guy should have hidden a lot. These few
Song Wen didn't like the money reward... But being able to go in and out of the front yard was an opportunity! He couldn't hang around in the kitchen and toilet of the stable for the rest of his life? Then the first step should be to kick this wolf-hearted Hua Liu out of the front yard!
Song Wen hid in the darkness without making a sound. After thinking for a while, he walked over and peeled off the wooden board where the six coins were hidden, and gently threw a few large coins with a ten-fold discount into it...
The common people of China have been unable to change their habit of hiding money under their beds for thousands of years! This is very bad.
A burst of noise mixed with the cursing words of the old madam sounded in the backyard, and there was also the sound of a girl crying.
"Green slave!" Song Wen suddenly thought of that delicate and delicate girl, and subconsciously felt anxious in his heart.
After walking behind the door, Song Wen saw a nun accompanying the old madam, holding the green slave's ears and pushing her to the ground. A few small snacks rolled out of the little green slave's arms...
"Little Hoof, tell me! Why did you go to the building to steal snacks again? Did you steal the money of the Ming officials?"
"This slave is unjustly accused! This slave did not steal any money... this slave is just hungry..."
When Song Wen heard this, there was a buzz in his head! The little green slave... must have stolen the snacks for himself!
Suddenly, Hua Liu ran over from the kitchen with a bowed head, and said to the old madam coquettishly: "Madam, the Ming official said, if you only have a few small coins missing, you should give it as a reward to the little green slave or treat it as a gift."
It fell into the gutter, it’s okay!”
"It's this bastard!" Song Wen, who was still hesitating whether to use any means to kill this Hualiu, flashed a stern look in his eyes!
"Fuck your dog! Who cares about a few copper coins? We, Zixuan Tower, cannot afford to be embarrassed like this!" The old madam's eyes suddenly widened.
Under the light, the old madam didn't look at the strange-looking Hua Liu, stepped forward and kicked the green slave and asked: "Your grandma Li is not here, I will discipline you for her today... Say, put the money."
Where is it?"
The green slave cried: "All my rewards are given to Mother Li. I have no money myself..."
"Fart! You are a skinny horse raised by Zixuan Tower, and the reward you get must be handed over to the building. Why are you two hiding in private? Give me a slap...!"
Suddenly, a thin figure stepped under the light, bowed and saluted the old madam: "I've met Madam, I just saw a guest with a wooden thorn on his horse's hoof. I found it and helped him."
He pulled it out. The guest said it saved half of his life, and he was so happy that he rewarded the younger one with several large sums of money... The younger one didn't dare to keep it secretly, so he hurriedly brought it to the eldest lady."
The old madam was stunned: "Song Wen? Are you alive? Are you working in the stable toilet?"
Song Wen smiled slightly: "The little one is almost healed. If I can't sit still, I go to the stable to help..."
After saying that, Song Wen held up seven or eight golden folded ten Guantongbao copper coins in his hands and handed them over.
The old madam was stunned. The old lady next to her took the money and glanced at the old madam. Her eyes were full of confusion. The old madam nodded: "He is loyal and honest, unlike these black-hearted and dirty people.
They all want to hide their money..."
Song Wen raised his head and looked at Hua Liu, who looked disdainful and jealous next to him, and suddenly said: "This is what the young man should do. Brother Liu was the first to give the reward to the eldest lady. The young man is even better than me."
Where’s Brother Shang Liu!”
Hua Liu was stunned and said inexplicably: "What do you care about me? I didn't get the reward!"
Song Wen scratched the back of his head: "Brother Six happened to pass by the stable just now, didn't he also get a few big coins? Brother Six also said that he would send it to the eldest lady as soon as possible... I came because I admired Brother Six for doing this.
ah!"
Hualiu was speechless for a long time, and then suddenly cursed: "You fart! Which customer gave me money? You are slandering me, I didn't get the reward at all, I just took a bite of your food... Madam, don't listen to his nonsense."
!I don't……"
"Shut up! You dog slave... Nanny Liu, go and call Zhao Cai and the others over, and search these slave rooms for me carefully!"
Song Wen pretended to be confused, but Hua Liu next to him was already trembling and looking pale...
Song Wen thought to himself... Now let's see how the nursing home Zhao Cai's business ability is? Can he find out where Liu Zang's money is spent with one move? This chapter has been completed!