Counterattack Xiaoxian

The next day, Yao Shen Palace sent people to guard the red clay basin, and all the remaining wild boars were driven away. The Fat Dada incident was finally resolved.

For this reason, Fat Dada insisted on treating Ji Lingchu to a big meal to celebrate. Of course Ji Lingchu would not refuse. He was young and it was the time to grow taller.

When we went back, the man named Cassava from the store came back, and Fat Dada became the hands-off shopkeeper. The two of them had no worries and drank happily until they both got drunk.

When he woke up, the night was deep. Besides himself, there were Fat Dada and Fu Bo lying on the table.

"Eh...! When did he come to the table? Why do I have no impression at all?" Ji Lingchu rubbed his neck and muttered to himself.

Uncle Fu, who was on the opposite side, raised his head in response and said with a breath of wine: "Uh-huh, I'm ashamed to say that you and Boss Dada are so kind that it's hard to refuse."

Ji Lingchu was startled, thinking that I would definitely not see your ghost. His eyes fell on Fat Dada. This guy was sleeping like a dead pig. He stretched out his hand to push, but there was no response.

Uncle Fu said: "Let him go, he hasn't been drunk in many years."

Ji Lingchu said: "You've already had a drink, why don't you go home?"

"Home?" Uncle Fu began to chatter, chattering endlessly...

As he talked, Fat Dada's body suddenly glowed with a hazy light, and it became more and more prosperous. Ji Lingchu's eyes widened, but Uncle Fu seemed not to notice and continued to narrate his family history.

Something even more outrageous happened. A little tiger as big as a fist emerged from Fat Dada's collar. It was so cute and cute that it looked like it was made of dough.

The light came from the little tiger. It jumped on the table, shook its head and explored its paws, as if playing with treasures.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Look, look," Ji Lingchu pointed at the little tiger and shouted.

"What are you looking at?" Uncle Fu looked confused.

Ji Lingchu raised his head and said, "Stop joking, Tiger, it's on the table."

When he looked back, the little tiger disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

Uncle Fu smiled and said, "You haven't sobered up yet."

"Impossible, I'm not drunk." Ji Lingchu was stunned and dared to swear to God that he really saw it.

Uncle Fu said, "If you're not drunk, get up and take a few steps."

Just go! Ji Lingchu was eager to prove himself and stood up. He didn't take two steps when his feet felt weak and he fell to the ground.

"Oh, let me tell you, you are dazzled." Uncle Fu muttered, trying to come over and help him.

Ji Lingchu shouted: "Don't touch me!"

At this time, the man Cassava came out of the kitchen, saw this scene, and hurried over to clean up the mess.

He persuaded Uncle Fu to leave with good words, and then went to get water for the two of them to wipe their faces and make soup to sober up the drunkenness.

Strangely enough, as soon as Uncle Fu left, Ji Lingchu's legs and feet immediately recovered, but he just wanted to curse.

After returning to Xiongwu Village, Ji Lingchu stayed away for two days and then appeared in Longji Town again. This time he was going to Chooyu Street.

Chopped Fish Street is beside the pier where Wangxi River flows through the town. It was windy today, so he walked against the wind with a hint of "murderous intent".

Ji Lingchu walked along the river. The houses on the side were short and damp. It seemed that the residents in this area were all poor.

Even though he was a stranger here, he was still very conspicuous. Fortunately, everyone was busy with their work and were just curious, so it didn't make him feel embarrassed.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, there was a burst of teasing laughter. It turned out that a group of young girls and young wives gathered by the river to wash clothes. They all looked at him and commented on him.

"Hey, where did this little brother come from? He's so handsome!"

"That's right, your skin is white and tender."

"Isn't it your lover? They're all here."

"Dare you say that to me? I think it's your little hoof that's gone wild."

"Ouch, little brother is blushing, don't scare people."

"..."

There was also an aunt who grabbed the hand of a watery girl and shouted in a rough voice: "I'm talking to you, young man, what do you think of this girl? Don't leave, stay with us and be your son-in-law!"

The girl acted coquettishly, Ji Lingchu sweated on his forehead, quickened his pace, and ran away. The laughter behind him was like a gust of wind, carrying the simplicity and passion of the fishermen.

As we walked inside, there were more and more people. The short street was full of merchants selling fish. The ground was wet and the strong smell of fish hit our noses.

After asking around for a while, he walked to the fish intestine stall. The fish chopper in the street was really loyal. He gave the good position to others and stayed at the end of the alley.

The first thing that caught my eye were several large tanks at the door, with water splashing everywhere, and many big fish showing up. I also saw strings of dried fish hung under the shed with straw ropes, and then I saw someone squatting on the ground to kill fish.

This man is young and cool, wearing shorts and a short shirt, exposing one arm, which is covered with colorful tattoos, like a flower python.

His method of killing fish is quite unique. Holding a thin piece of iron in his hand, he can kill a fish in the blink of an eye, which is amazing.

Ji Lingchu came here to solve the problem of Huazang. When he saw this, he stood on the side and watched. It wasn't until he killed the last one that he said, "Little brother, help me pick a fresh one."

"My fish are all fresh, but I won't sell them to Fu people," Yuchang raised his head and said, "Little prince from Fu country, this is not the place you should come!"

"Heh, Hanazang isn't a fuman, is he?"

Yuchang: "It's the same when he helps Fu people bully his own people."

"Which eye did you see?"

"Hmph! Everyone in the clan knows that you defeated Xiong Ba, and he even had a heated fight with you. It wasn't that you were biting him inside, but it was nothing!"

"That was Xiong Ba's provocation first, and my fight with him was fair and aboveboard. How can it be called bullying?"

Yuchang was stunned when he heard this and said: "Who knows if you are cheating? If you want to stand up for Huazang, you have to defeat me."

Ji Lingchu was really not afraid of him, and said with a smile: "You can beat me, but you have to take care of my meal. Only when I am full can I have strength."

Yuchang smiled coldly and did not hesitate. He immediately asked someone to look after the stall for him, grabbed two white scales from the water tank, and led Ji Lingchu into a small alley.

After twists and turns, they came to a dilapidated courtyard with three rooms, and the stove was set up in the courtyard.

After entering the yard, Yuchang started cooking on his own. He deboned the white scales and cut them into thin slices, put them in a bamboo dustpan, and randomly picked a handful of young leaves from the ground and threw them in together with a few unknown fruits. Pound it in a pottery pot and count it as a secret condiment.

Ji Lingchu witnessed the whole process and was hesitating whether to eat this meal or not when he heard a familiar voice calling: "Is Ayu at home?"

His expression changed, thinking...!

Then a head poked out of the door, and sure enough, it was the old drunkard Uncle Forbes.

Is this guy still haunting? Ji Lingchu was speechless, but Yuchang said, "Why are you here again?"