I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

After morning.

When the two arrived in Shengping County, it coincided with the change of the sky, and the black clouds pressed against the county seat, and there was a hazy drizzle.

But look at that day, I guess it won’t be long before you have to splash around.

There are few people on the road, and two gray-haired old guards guard the gate beside the gate of Shengping County.

But when it comes to goalkeeping, it's actually not fully guarded.

Just when Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu placed their horses at the post next to the city gate, they happened to see two dedicated veterans. They woke up and walked in with a yawn, and they immediately emptied Shengping County.

Is the defense so lax?

Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu looked at each other. Didn't it mean that the outside world was desolate, gangsters raged, and the market was not good?

But taking advantage of the gap in the opening of the city gate, Yi Lin directly pulled Wang Xiaohu into the city.

Yi Lin found something on the road. The money they brought in from the robbers, with the inscription of a certain bank printed on it, was really going to be found. The source is not easy to explain.

A good way of robbing the rich and helping the poor is likely to be misunderstood in the end.

Shengping County, Shengping County, Shengping County.

The name of this county is good.

But when the two stepped in, they didn't mean to "sing and dance".

Many homeless beggars squatted along the avenue, they habitually beg from passers-by.

"Hungry... I'm hungry... Please give me a bit!"

"I have an eighty-year-old mother and a seven-year-old child. My family is still disabled..."

"Save the child... I haven't eaten a full meal for 18 days..."

Someone was crying.

Some people call it miserable.

Someone shouted hungry.

The beggars just habitually stretched out their hands to Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu, and looked up, the good guy, who was actually a hairy boy with no long hair, suddenly retracted his hands into his sleeves again unlucky. Looking at it again, Wang Xiaohu was tall and mammoth, with a knife on his waist, and suddenly they were afraid to ask, shivering and retracting their hands in their ragged sleeves, pretending that they had never been begging just now.

Wang Xiaohu looked at them pitifully, and reached out to touch his arms.

Not long ago, Yi Lin deposited part of his silver in Wang Xiaohu's body because of the excessive amount of silver.

Yi Lin saw Wang Xiaohu's plan, gently pressed his friend's hand that was just about to commotion, and shook his head without a trace.

Wang Xiaohu hesitated for a few seconds, but still chose to follow Yi Lin's opinion.

The two communicated silently, without attracting the attention of others.

"Boom!"

A thunderstorm broke through the dark clouds.

The dazzling light of lightning made their faces pale.

Immediately afterwards, the pouring rain fell and shattered the ground.

"It's raining!"

"Run!"

As soon as there was a heavy rain, the beggars who had seemed vain and angered just now all ran away.

Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at the beggars who had scattered. He didn't understand why the poor man who hadn't eaten enough for eighteen days had run up more quickly than Wang Xiaohu.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and hide from the rain."

Yi Lin smiled and pulled Wang Xiaohu a hand, but he set up an invisible "umbrella" above his head to block the rain.

The two followed the eaves, passed the bazaar, and came to a lavish building.

This should be regarded as a bustling downtown in Shengping County.

But at this moment, because of the bad weather, even the umbrellas can drip out of the hole in the rainstorm, so the streets are lonely and empty.

"Where shall we go to hide from the rain."

Yi Lin looked around quickly for a moment, and pointed in a direction.

Wang Xiaohu looked in the direction of Yi Lin's fingers, and suddenly took a breath: "Wanxiang Tower? Wait, Brother Lin, could this be the legendary land of fireworks... Brothel!"

Wang Xiaohu was shocked.

He never expected Yi Lin to be such a person.

How old is this!

He grew up under the influence of the story of Uncle Niu since he was a child.

Uncle Niu always subconsciously adds a lot of wonderful ink when he talks about the most famous and desirable place in Dongsheng Shenzhou, "Wanxianglou".

Even if Uncle Niu took care of the innocence of children, he could only express the meaning in his words, Wanxianglou is not a serious place.

After a while.

Only then did Wang Xiaohu realize that he wanted to be crooked and misunderstood.

It turned out that Yi Lin was referring to the tea house next to Wanxiang Building.

The name on the teahouse plaque is slightly unique-Sanpinxuan.

There are a lot of people hiding from the rain sitting in Sanpinxuan.

Some of them seemed to be obviously out of money, but they were directly blasted out by a big bull and horse in front of the teahouse.

When Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu stepped into the teahouse eagerly, the eyes of the tall audience fell on Yi Lin's face, first showing disgust.

Then he quickly turned to Wang Xiaohu, his gaze finally fell on the broad knife on Wang Xiaohu's waist, then squinted and grinned, with a full smile: "Oh, the guest officer is looking at the face, the two nights are full of noble faces. It’s not an ordinary master. Come on, two masters, sit in the teahouse! Come, give a seat to the two masters!"

"It seems that Wang Xiaohu's hidden charm value attribute is really not low."

Yi Lin muttered secretly.

It seems that this trip brought Wang Xiaohu on, and it really took the right...very easy to use.

At the very least, it saves a lot of trouble.

But Wang Xiaohu's face didn't look like the kind of person with high charisma. Charm, is it really unnecessary to look at your face?

Stepping into the teahouse, Yi Lin habitually observes the surrounding environment.

Even after spending thirteen years here, Yi Lin still hasn't forgotten the little habit of trial as an apostle.

There was a middle-aged storyteller, shaking a paper fan, excited in the teahouse, telling all kinds of quirky things.

A group of tea guests gathered around the storyteller, saying good things and applauding.

On every tea table, groups of three or five are chatting about affairs.

In the most conspicuous position of Sanpinxuan, a calligraphy work is posted. In Yi Lin's view, the technique is general, but the content is a bit interesting-"Taste tea, taste people, and taste everything in the world."

The two sat on the second floor.

The open-air balcony is covered with tiles, and the environment is not too bad.

The surrounding sounds are mixed.

The sound of storytelling, conversation, rain, and the sulky sound of the next door are all mixed together, like a song of the market.

Wang Xiaohu came to the county for the first time, looking around, looking like a hillbilly.

After a while, Yi Lin ordered a pot of hot tea and a few plates of delicate and barren snacks, and then he sat firmly.

"call--"

Wang Xiaohu poured a full cup of hot tea, let his mouth cool a little, and then took a big mouthful with his neck up. It seemed that the driving all night was so exhausting that he was finally able to rest.

Yi Lin closed his eyes and began to listen.

Wang Xiaohu watched Yi Lin closed his eyes and did not speak, drink tea, or eat anything. He gnawed peanuts boredly, counting one by one. The two were silent for a while, and Wang Xiaohu finally couldn't help it. Thinking of what happened just now, with a bit of shame, he whispered: "Brother Lin, I just thought, where do you plan to go."

Wang Xiaohu made a nuisance toward the partition wall, and the meaning was in place.

Yi Lin didn't open his eyes, but smiled and replied, "Maybe there is a chance to go in and see."

"hiss……?"

Wang Xiaohu took a breath.

It rained, and the old hometown was deep.

It rained for half an hour.

Get bigger and bigger.

The guests in the teahouse were all trapped in the teahouse and couldn't walk around. The group could only rub the tea, and heard that the booksellers told stories to pass the time.

Towards noon, the sky was still black, and the dark clouds did not disappear by half. It seemed that this long-lost rain would have to take another while.

On the street, due to the lack of drainage system, turbulence flooded half of the street, like a shallow stream, with constant sound of water.

Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu also sat on the second floor "seat" for a long time. Yi Lin asked people to add tea from time to time. After adding the teapot for the sixth time, Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu looked at Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu. There is something wrong.

Wang Xiaohu was also a little worried, did they sit here for a long time, and then delay, and cause trouble in minutes.

Don't get me wrong, Wang Xiaohu is not worried for the two of them, but for the people in the teahouse.

Whenever witnessing the **** scene of Yi Lin killing the robber, no one would naively think that Yi Lin was an innocent boy without the power to bind a chicken.

"By the way, Brother Lin, are we still going?"

"Go?" Yi Lin finally opened his eyes and looked at the latter speechlessly: "Where to go?"

"Ah this?" Wang Xiaohu scratched his head: "I don't know this."

"That's not enough." Yi Lin finally took a sip of the cold tea in front of him, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "Collecting information in this environment is really tiring."

Here comes here comes!

Wang Xiaohu shook his spirit, and came to his spirit.

It's Ling Ge's dialect!

"Collect...intelligence?"

Wang Xiaohu asked ~www.readwn.com~ Yi Lin explained with a smile: "A place where fish and dragons are mixed is the easiest place to collect information. When people are relaxing, they sometimes even inadvertently leak their lips and reveal some secrets."

"Brother Lin, do you mean?" Wang Xiaohu first quietly stretched out his finger and poked towards the lower gap, meaning "the tea guest downstairs", and then he looked at Yi Lin's eyes with a little more admiration: "Brother Lin, What do you know?"

The corner of Yi Lin's mouth raised and smiled. When he was about to say something, there was a strange movement from downstairs.

"Shhh."

Yi Lin made a silent motion towards Wang Xiaohu, but he stood up, walked to the eaves of the second floor, and looked out.

In the torrential rain.

A guest in white holding a snow-white paper umbrella stepped on the water without rushing.

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