Factory owner is king

Chapter 172

Heat a pot and fill it with water.

While waiting for the water to boil, the watchman named Zhao Fu kneaded a small dough and kneaded it repeatedly.

When the water boiled, Zhao Fu grabbed the dough with his left hand and quickly swung his right hand, pulling out irregular dough balls from the dough and throwing them into the pot.

As soon as the gnocchi entered the water, they all sank to the bottom of the pot.Stir a few times with a spoon at will, and after a while, the dough will float up one after another.

Zhao Fu naturally didn't understand the effect of buoyancy, but experience told him that these gnocchi were already cooked.

Use a kitchen knife to wipe up a handful of dried plum vegetables that have been prepared and chopped into pieces and throw them into the pot.Add a few drops of sesame oil, add some vinegar and salt.A small pot of gnocchi soup is all you need.

With a sound of "bang", Zhao Fu put a large bowl on the table: "Eat it, be careful not to burn your mouth."

"Thank you, big brother. I will find a way to pay you back later." Hua Pengfei said grateful words, reached out to pick up the big wrist in front of him, blew on it, and then "sucked and sucked" to eat.

In the afternoon, I drank a lot of wine and slept on the floor for several hours. Now I am really cold and hungry.This bowl of noodle soup doesn't have any fishy taste, and the watchman's skill is average, but to Hua Pengfei, it tastes not much different from the taste of dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder.

"Slow down, slow down." Zhao Fu saw that Hua Pengfei was devouring, and he was eating faster and faster, and he repeatedly comforted: "Don't burn it, and no one will snatch it from you. There is still in the pot, I will tell you if there is not enough." I'll give it to you again."

Zhao Fu's words came from the heart, and absolutely did not mean distressed.

I once remembered that he was also down to this point in his early years, but thanks to the shelter of a kind-hearted person, he survived, and he also got an iron rice bowl like Dageng who couldn't make a lot of money, but couldn't starve to death.Seeing Hua Pengfei's appearance now is a sympathy from the bottom of my heart.

Seeing Hua Pengfei put down the bowl, the watchman didn't ask any more questions, so he took the initiative to fill another bowl for him.

After laying the foundation, the second bowl of Hua Pengfei ate a little slower, and the two of them also started chatting.

Hua Pengfei began to tell the story he had just made up.

By the time the noodle soup was almost finished on the second night, Hua Pengfei's story was finished.

"Oh~" the watchman nodded: "So that's the case. So, Lingtang was sick, and then you got a fairy dream, and asked you to come to Wujun to worship the temple, so you came? It's filial enough."

"Hey." Hua Pengfei smiled, picked up the bowl, and poured all the leftovers into his mouth in one go.

"Which temple are you looking for? Or just find a random temple?" The watchman asked casually: "It seems that we don't have any effective temples here. The Guandi Temple in the west of the city is not bad. You want to worship Guandi master?"

"No." Hua Pengfei shook his head, "What I'm looking for is the Town God's Temple, forty miles east of the city."

The food in his mouth was full and he hadn't swallowed it yet, so Ulu Ulu's words were not very clear. In addition, he deliberately used his crappy local accent, so it became more and more vague.

The watchman also listened to everything, but. . .

"The Chengwang Temple in Sishilin?" The watchman was stunned for a moment and hesitated: "There is indeed a temple in Sishilin. I don't know if it is called Chengwang Temple, but when I came here more than 20 years ago, That temple is already in ruins, and now it is estimated that there will only be a shelf left. It is hard to say whether the statue is there, and the gods there can still dream? Didn’t you hear it wrong, brother?”

"Ah?!" Hua Pengfei froze on the spot after hearing the watchman's answer.

"Forty miles, Sishilin. Town God's Temple, Chengwang Temple." After murmuring several times, Hua Pengfei slapped his thigh, "Ma Dan's, I said I couldn't find it no matter how I looked. He got it wrong! You bastard, you'll have to beat him up later."

"What?" Hua Pengfei said these words in official language, so the watchman didn't understand.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Hua Pengfei said casually: "To tell you the truth, I have been here for seven or eight days, and I have not found this place. I am very angry. That's why I drank too much wine today. I just heard that my brother You said, I just found out that the temple of feelings has long been abandoned, no wonder I can't find it."

"Hey." The watchman also smiled: "The Four Seasons Forest is said to be haunted by ghosts, and it is inaccessible. The local people don't know much about whether there is a temple in it. It's just that I was so hungry that I went in to look for wild vegetables and birds. Egg, I just saw it by chance. It’s normal if you can’t ask.” Picking up the big bowl in front of Hua Pengfei, the watchman asked again: “Do you still eat?”

"No, no, I'm already full." Hua Pengfei shook his head and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, brother, I will definitely repay you in the future."

"There is nothing to repay. It's just a bowl of noodle soup. It's not a good thing." The watchman smiled indifferently, put down the bowl, and walked towards the back room: "I'll find you some clothes to wear. I don't have anything new. Don’t dislike clothes. I’ll go out to do shift work later on. Don’t worry about me. Go to bed early and recharge your spirits. I’ll collect some money for you when you come back from worshiping the temple tomorrow. Go back early. You’re out alone It's not easy."

"Thank you, brother." Hua Pengfei said politely.

When the sky was bright and the golden rooster sang three times, the watchman also lay down on the bed.

When his snoring sounded, Hua Pengfei opened his eyes, smiled slightly, got up and left.

About half an hour later, there were two more ingots of silver on the stove, about 20 taels.

. . . . . .

In China, gold and silver are precious, and jade is also precious.But people often say "gold and silver have a price and jade is priceless."

Fundamentally, jade has been given special meaning by the descendants of Yan and Huang.There is a saying among them, called raising jade.

"People raise jade, jade raises people."

"People raised jade in the first 30 years, and jade raised people in the next 30 years."

There are countless such statements, but they all say one thing, that is, there is a special interactive relationship between jade and people.From a scientific point of view, when human fat is absorbed by jade, it will become more transparent and moist.

But according to Confucianism: beautiful jade has virtue, to cultivate a gentleman's righteousness, and to accept the dross of a villain.

Beautiful jade is priceless, and beautiful jade that has been "raised" by others is just that. . . . . .

Looking at the colorful three-faced Jade Buddha in front of her, Mrs. Xu couldn't find any words to describe its beauty and value.Priceless?Is it worth ten thousand dollars?Overwhelmingly rich?These words are not worthy of this Jade Buddha!
Mrs. Xu's eyes seemed to grow on the Jade Buddha, she was reluctant to move it away, he even wished to swallow the Jade Buddha in his stomach and blend it into one body.

The ugly bull sitting across from him also looked the same, with his throat wriggling from time to time, swallowing his greedy desire.

Mrs. Xu, the landlord of the Misty Rain Building.

He's a man, that's for sure.

Mrs. Xu is just a code name, who is he in real life and what he looks like, except for himself, no one knows, including the ugly cow.

That's right, Chou Niu didn't know if the man in front of him was Mrs. Xu, but he could only assume that he was.Although wearing a mask and wearing a black robe, you can't see the body shape, but there is an Adam's apple, which shows that he is a man. The most important thing is that the man in front of him has taken out the token of the owner of the Yanyu Building --- a short and simple The dagger has three small characters "Yi Shuihan" engraved on the handle in Yin Shang bronze script.

Chou Niu has never studied the bronze inscriptions of the Yin Shang Dynasty thousands of years ago, but he knows these three characters.Because these three words and this dagger represent the supreme power of Yanyu Tower.

Strange to say, generally speaking, the larger the organization, the more complicated its internal structure.In the White Lotus Sect, there are the mother of the Buddha, the left and right protectors, the five gods and generals, three statues and four envoys, etc.; in the Tianmen, there are also door masters, 24 hall masters, deputy door masters, and deputy hall masters, and so on; This sect is also a large number of true descendants of the head elder.There are many positions and many classes.One level presses one level, and the relationship is intricate.

This model has advantages and disadvantages, but it has been used for thousands of years, and it has not changed even in later generations. Naturally, there are reasons for it.

But the Misty Rain Tower has to be said to be an extremely rare special case.

There are only two kinds of people in Yanyu Building: the landlord and the killer.Divided by class and power, the same is true: landlord, killer.

Between them, up and down, and each other, they don't know their respective identities at all.

In fact, this is the best way, they all have identities under the sun, the less people know about it, the better.However, when they joined the Yanyu Building, they would be told two things: first, the landlord's token: Yi Shuihan;

For example, this time, Chou Niu received an order to negotiate terms with Dao Yan. When he received the order, the token he brought was a bunch of ridiculous candied haws.

So when the person in front of him brought out Yi Shuihan, he confirmed that the person in front of him was Mrs. Xu, at least he could be regarded as having the identity of Mrs. Xu.

There is no need to doubt this, because this is the rule of Yanyu Building.

Time back to the present.

I don't know when it was, but a sigh came from under the mask: "How could Daoyan take out such a Buddha treasure like this? Didn't he put forward any new conditions?"

"I mentioned it." The killer code-named Ugly Cow came back to his senses, and replied respectfully: "The monk said, since this is the price, he hopes that I, Yanyulou, can take off that eunuch's head, at any cost. .”

"It's worth it." Without any consideration or hesitation, just like the ugly cow expected.

"Lord," Chou Niu thought for a while, and said, "That eunuch is not easy to kill. Although I haven't made a move in Yanyulou, the masters in the world who are fighting for 10 taels of silver are also dead these days." not enough."

"A lot?" Mrs. Xu smiled lightly: "It's not just a lot, there are 130 seven. All of them are dead. And until now, none of them have been done by that eunuch himself."

"In that case..."

"I know what you're going to say." Mrs. Xu held the Jade Buddha in her hand, feeling the warmth and coolness from her palm: "Even if I, Yanyulou, do it myself, it may not be successful."

"That..."

"So this time I will do it myself." Mrs. Xu's voice was cold and cold: "You go, the Kongtong faction still has a lot of things waiting for you to deal with? Remember to close the door when you leave."

"This... yes." Chou Niu nodded. He really wanted to say that he was going down the mountain this time to handle some errands, and he didn't need to go back too early. There was plenty of time, but he didn't dare.Reluctantly, he took one last look at the Buddha in Mrs. Xu's hand, and the ugly cow turned and left.

As the door closed, Mrs. Xu was the only one left sitting alone in the room.

The mask was slowly taken off, revealing an ordinary face: deer eyes, sheep nose, and four-character mouth. It is completely impossible to tell that it is the landlord of Yanyu who occupies a high position and controls the fate of countless people.

He greedily picked up the Jade Buddha, and carefully pressed his cheeks against it: "I used to think that if I carried this thing with me, it would make me panic. I also admit it.”

The Jade Buddha is priceless, but the Jade Buddha worn by Dao Yan, a murderer, is not just a Jade Buddha.

. . . . . .

East Factory
The Ninth Heavenly Prison.

Ma Sanbao silently picked up the small iron bowl on the ground and drank the slightly salty soup inside.

He drank it in three sips and then put it back to its original position, under the copper pipe.

Every day, every few hours, there would be salty porridge or some messy soup, let’s call it soup, dripping down the copper pipe.

The amount of soup is very limited, but the ability to quench thirst can also relieve Hunger, so that he will not starve to death without recovering too much energy.

It is up to him whether to catch or not to catch the soup dripping from the pipe, to eat or not to eat.Even in this only cell, he still has a certain amount of room to move freely, if one ignores the metal chain around his waist made of unknown material.

Time has lost its meaning here, but fortunately there are meals in copper pipes, and the deaf and dumb jailer who occasionally comes down to refill the oil lamp is the poor feedback from the outside world to him, otherwise he might really go crazy .

Yes, oil lamps, add oil.

It's just that the oil lamp is more than ten feet away from him, and it's placed on a small table, and there are thigh-thin iron railings in the middle, and the chain around his waist is only three feet long.

During this long, endless time, Ma Sanbao only did one thing: thinking and practicing.

He wants to live, this is the conclusion after thinking, because the three princes will definitely not have a good time outside, and he wants to find a chance to save them. Although he doesn't know where the opportunity is, he still wants to take revenge. Xu Ruyi's eunuch revenge, he also wants to get more information about Tianmen, explore the past of his adoptive father, and help the prince ascend to the Ninth Five-Year Throne. . .There are too many things to do, so he can't die, he has to live.

And all of this requires waiting and the support of martial arts.

Boring life, desperate emotions, angry will, and patient persistence are all the reasons why Ma Sanbao's martial arts has improved by leaps and bounds.

The 17-year-old cicada, which has reached the bottleneck, has reached the next stage of breaking ground: shelling after a period of pain of peeling and deboning.

"If I knew today, I should have practiced the bone shrinking skill." Laying on the ground tiredly, Ma Sanbao sighed.

(End of this chapter)