It is said that as soon as Ximen Qing stepped into Zishi Street, he suddenly realized, why did he follow his footsteps and end up at Zishi Street?
Wang Po's tea house flags were clearly visible in front of her. Ximen Qing gave a full meal and stopped An Dao who was about to move forward: "Brother, you are going the wrong way!"
"Huh? Brother, aren't you a local? How could you go in the wrong direction?" An Daoquan looked confused and pointed to the Baihua Building that was vaguely visible in front of him: "Is that Baihua Building?"
"This... is Baihualou, yes." Ximen Qing coughed: "But the street ahead is Guantou Street, which is inaccessible. I just got sidetracked, sorry."
"Oh." An Daoquan frowned and followed Ximen Qing out of Zishi Street in doubt and began to take a detour...
When Ximen Qing and An Daoquan saw the gate of Baihua Building, Brother Yun was still guarding the stairs downstairs, listening to Wu Dalang's silent curses upstairs, and the sound of the shoulder pole rising and falling and hitting the bed board.
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"Why didn't you hear the voices of Ximen Qing and Liu Niang? Is it just Wu Da who was fighting and scolding?" The more Brother Yun heard, the more he felt something was wrong: "Could it be that he dropped the pole and beat him to death directly?"
Thinking that Pan Jinlian might have died, Brother Yun could no longer hold back. When he was about to go upstairs to take a look, a voice came from behind: "Brother Yun, what are you doing at my house?"
Brother Yun was suddenly shocked and turned around slowly. In front of him was Pan Jinlian who was full of surprise, and Po Wang who was frowning and listening to the sound.
"Brother Yun, what's going on upstairs? Is Wuhan University back?" Mrs. Wang pointed to the upstairs: "Isn't this movement because you want to demolish the house?"
"Um...Isn't Ximen Qing upstairs?" Brother Yun blurted out in desperation, and then realized that he had said the wrong thing. Pan Jinlian was standing in front of him, so naturally there was no Ximen Qing upstairs.
So, who is Wu Dalang fighting now?
"Could it be that the scolding upstairs was from Wuhan University?" Pan Jinlian also asked: "My family and my godmother heard it in the teahouse next door, and they thought there was a thief in the house."
Brother Yun scratched his hair and didn't know how to speak. He couldn't just say that he and Wu Dalang rushed in to catch Jian. Ximen Qing wasn't upstairs either, and Pan Jinlian was sitting around at Granny Wang's place and wasn't upstairs either.
Where does this catch-up begin?
"Brother Dalang is selling cooking cakes on the street, and his chest seems a little tight." Brother Yun thought for a while, and could only say this: "I helped him back, and the door in front was bolted, so I had to come in from the backyard.
, I didn’t expect that as soon as Brother Dalang came in, he ran upstairs like crazy..."
Brother Yun said this, and the three of them couldn't help but lift up and look at the floor. Wu Dalang seemed to be tired from the beating, and the rhythm of waving the pole had obviously slowed down, but he still kept cursing in his mouth.
"Jianghu! Husband! I can't beat you to death!"
"I'll fight! Fight again!"
After hearing this, Mrs. Wang said worriedly: "Is this Wuhan University going crazy?"
Pan Jinlian frowned and listened to Wu Dalang's constant "slut" scolding, and her heart was full of boredom. When did this kind of life end? Since the last time she was accidentally hugged by Ximen Qing at the Jade Emperor Temple,
With a full heart and a natural marriage, Pan Jinlian's heart was already vaguely tied to Ximen Qing.
So these days, Pan Jinlian was in a very sunny mood. She went to Wang Po's teahouse to sit there, chatted, drank tea, and made some rouge, hoping that the sound of Ximen Qing's footsteps would be heard at the door.
Unexpectedly, after not seeing Ximen Qing for a few days, something like this happened to Wu Dalang again.
Pan Jinlian and Brother Yun were at a loss. On the side, Granny Wang found a rolling pin that Pan Jinlian used to make pancakes. She held it in her hand and said, "You can't delay losing your mind. Over time, people will go crazy and we can't save them."
Come back. I'm in front, and you guys are following behind. See the opportunity to knock Wu Da unconscious. Only in this way can we save him."
After saying this, Mrs. Wang didn't wait for Pan Jinlian and Brother Yun to reply, pushed Brother Yun aside, and climbed upstairs with the rolling pin in hand.
Brother Yun was dizzy and didn't know what to do, but Pan Jinlian gritted her teeth, lifted up her skirt and followed Granny Wang closely. Only then did Brother Yun wake up and follow her.
Just like that, Wang Po was in front, Pan Jinlian was in the middle, and Brother Yun was last. The three of them slowly climbed up the stairs. Brother Yun raised his head and wanted to take a look up. Unexpectedly, what caught his eye was Pan Jinlian's two strong calves, which were white.
He called Brother Yun and suddenly became distracted.
"These two long legs are enough to play with for three years."
Brother Yun couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Because he was greedy for the beauty in front of him, he crawled even slower. Wang Po in front had already leaned out half of his body. He saw that Wu Dalang, with his hair disheveled and his back to him, was weakly lifting a pole to knock.
Landing board.
There was no one on the bed, except for a daily quilt, which had been beaten dirty by Wu Dalang.
"I'll fight...I'll fight..." Wu Dalang's throat sounded heavy, and the movements of his hands had turned into mechanical dances.
Grandma Wang tiptoed and stood up straight, stretched out her hand and waved slightly behind her, which meant that you guys should come up quickly.
Seeing Po Wang's gesture, Pan Jinlian climbed up gently and stood next to Po Wang. Brother Yun's eyes flashed as his two beautiful calves suddenly disappeared. He secretly cursed "Damn" and slowly climbed up.
When they came up, Brother Yun was startled when he saw Wu Dalang's crazy look. His feet slipped and he fell towards the stairs with a scream. Fortunately, Pan Jinlian had quick hands and eyes and grabbed Brother Yun's hand.
, the two sides competed and pulled Brother Yong up.
Brother Yun was in shock. He was not too afraid that he almost fell down the stairs. Instead, he took the opportunity to feel the softness of Pan Jinlian's palm and almost lost his soul.
Brother Yun's exclamation didn't matter. Wu Dalang shrugged his shoulders and was about to turn around. Wang Po was so anxious that she hit Wu Dalang on the back of the head with the rolling pin in her hand.
This rolling pin is made of a slightly thick bamboo tube and is polished smoothly. It is not heavy. In addition, although Wang Po is bold, she saw Wu Dalang's crazy look beforehand, so her hand became soft, so even though it made a muffled sound when knocked,
But it's not serious.
Wu Dalang was shocked when he was knocked, and immediately turned around. When the three of them saw him, Wu Dalang's front was covered by hair, and even his eyes were mostly covered. He couldn't see his eyes, but his face was covered with hair.
Sweat and hair were stuck to my face, as if I was wearing a mask full of hair. It was very scary!
"You Ma Boliu, you dare to hit me!" Wu Dalang yelled, and the frightening appearance was very effective. For some reason, he recognized Wang Po at once, and he was about to swing the pole in his hand to hit Wang Po.
If this hit was real, Wang Po would have suffered a concussion at the very least. Seeing that Wu Dalang was not knocked unconscious, and seeing Wu Dalang in this state, Wang Po even felt her legs weak. She wanted to use the rolling pin in her hand to parry, but she actually raised
Can't get up.
Seeing the critical situation, Pan Jinlian on the side didn't care so much. She snatched the rolling pin from Mrs. Wang, jumped up and slapped Wu Dalang on the forehead!
Pan Jinlian was not very strong at first, but she got used to using this rolling pin frequently, and it was very easy to use. In addition, she was in a hurry and had no time to think, so she unknowingly used all her strength!
This jumping action is because Pan Jinlian usually doesn’t have enough strength when rolling out noodles, so she often jumps up to add her own weight!
With a muffled sound of "Bald!", Wu Dalang dropped the pole and fell back. Pan Jinlian's blow was so severe that even the rolling pin was hit with a crack. At the same time, Pan Jinlian was so shocked that she could not control the rolling pin.
I don't know where it flew to.
Wu Dalang's forehead quickly changed from green to red, from red to purple, and a big bump appeared on his head. Even Wang Po and Brother Yun took a breath when they saw it. Wu Dalang was not worth it.
"I'm going to slap myself on the forehead now, why don't you slap me to death!" Brother Yun touched the sweat on his forehead, regretting very much that he had just peeked at Pan Jinlian's skirt. If Pan Jinlian noticed this, he said
Maybe he is already dead now.
Although Pan Jinlian knocked Wu Dalang down, she slumped down on the floor. It took a long time before she could speak: "Godmother, what should I do next? I have no strength left in my body."
"Liu Niang, you seem to have used a little too much strength in that move." Wang Po smiled bitterly: "Let's see if the person is still alive first."
"Brother Yun, come and help me and lift Wu Da to the bed."
Brother Yun's hands and feet were weak, so he and Wang Po lifted Wu Dalang up from the floor, and it took a long time to drag Wu Dalang to the bed. Wang Po grabbed Wu Dalang's hand, felt his pulse, and lay on Wu Dalang's chest.
Listen.
"Godmother, how are you?" Pan Jinlian sat on the floor and asked weakly.
"He's still alive, it's okay!" Wang Po raised her head and told Brother Yun to go downstairs to fetch a basin of water. She found a scarf and wet it and put it on the big bulge on Wu Dalang's forehead. Then she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Liu Niang, it's a good thing you don't have enough strength. If someone is killed, what will we do when Wu Er comes back?" Wang Po sat beside the bed and was very worried.
Pan Jinlian struggled to stand up and found a chair to sit on: "The slave family was also anxious just now. If you don't give me this stick, I'm afraid you will..."
Brother Yun stood in the middle, looked at Mrs. Wang, and then at Pan Jinlian: "Brother Dalang wakes up later, what should we do?"
"Based on my experience, people who are crazy about gains and losses will forget what happened before when they wake up." Wang Po thought for a while and said:
"If Wuhan University wakes up and asks about the big bump on his forehead, just say that he accidentally rolled down the stairs and hit himself."
"But there is one thing. When asked by Wuhan University, you must be consistent and cannot say anything wrong. It is better for Wuhan University to be suspicious and get sick if something goes wrong."
"Of course the slave family knows." Pan Jinlian sighed: "The slave family will go to the herbal medicine store to grab a prescription for him to calm his nerves and try it."
Brother Yun didn't expect that his mistake in judgment would lead to such a big thing, so he had to find an excuse and leave first.
Wu Dalang, with a big bump on his forehead, was still lying in bed unconscious...