Beauty Jianghu

Chapter 277 The old man invites you to drink

Yang Shucheng has been in the world for a long time and knows that this old man is a knight-errant, and it is he who takes the initiative to cause trouble for the Qing soldiers.

Now the old man is running towards the alley. Does Yang Shucheng know how good his martial arts is? He also ran towards the alley, hoping to be able to protect him by then.

Although the old man is older, he can still run faster than a rabbit at this critical moment.

But no matter how fast he was, this Qing soldier had also been on the battlefield for a long time, and he was not slow in running. After chasing for more than two hundred steps, he caught up with the old man.

The old man turned his head and saw the cold light of the knife, shaking on his forehead. He was so frightened that he ran to the corner, leaned his back against the wall, and bowed to the Qing soldiers: "Spare me, spare me..."

He kept begging for mercy, but the Qing soldiers would never let him go. They continued to chop at the top of his head with their swords.

The old man couldn't escape, so he was so frightened that he simply closed his eyes and waited for death, hoping that the knife would go faster and reduce the pain before death.

Seeing that the Qing soldier's sword was about to be cut off, at the critical moment, Yang Shucheng flew up from behind and kicked the Qing soldier on the lower back.

The Qing soldier suddenly received the kick and staggered forward. However, the Qing soldier also had some martial arts skills and immediately stood upright. He turned around to see who the person who attacked him was.

When he saw it, it turned out to be a young man who was still weak and came to stroke the tiger's beard. He was very angry and raised his knife to chop at Yang Shucheng.

Yang Shucheng had seen Qing soldiers killing innocent people indiscriminately, but he was not polite to him. Seeing the knife coming, he dodged sideways, grabbed the knife, and wiped the Qing Bing's throat with his backhand. The Qing Bing slowly fell down.

At this time, there were many people watching from far and near in the alley. Yang Shucheng threw the single sword on the ground, stepped forward and pulled the frightened old man half stupid, and said: "Follow me."

Yang Shucheng took the old man and went into remote alleys. He ran through several small alleys and came to the street again.

On the street, people came and went very calmly, as if the death of the two Qing soldiers just now did not cause any disturbance.

The old man broke away from Yang Shucheng's hand and said, "Young man, it's okay. Don't be afraid."

Yang Shucheng said: "I am also a knight-errant. I admire you very much, Yang Shucheng."

The old man said: "I don't have the ability to kill people, I can only do tricks. It's a pity that I didn't bring the jar with me. Otherwise, if you saved my life, I would also change something for you."

Yang Shucheng was an adult, not a child. He was still watching magic tricks. He kindly said to the old man: "Where do you live, old man? Go back quickly and don't come out these days. The Qing soldiers will definitely take revenge."

The old man said: "I'm not afraid of them. I'm quite old. If I can kill just one, that's enough."

Yang Shucheng said kindly: "The old man also wants to go back. I will send you back. There is no need to go against this Qing soldier."

The old man was unhappy and said, "Why did I do something right with them? Didn't you kill one just now?"

Yang Shucheng said: "Stop talking, I will take you home."

The old man said: "No, you saved me, I'll treat you to a drink."

Yang Shucheng said: "It can't be done. If the Qing soldiers come, I can't protect you."

The old man rolled his turbid eyes and said: "You young man, why are you so verbose? Let's go to Dingzhong Street, a beef offal restaurant, and ask for a pot of beef offal. We can go home to drink and eat offal. .I see your foreign accent, I guarantee you have never eaten this Ding Lao Wu’s offal."

Yang Shucheng said: "I ate it yesterday."

"Is it delicious or not?"

Yang Shucheng said: "It's delicious, I'm drooling just thinking about it now."

"Then what are you waiting for?" He stepped forward and took Yang Shucheng's sleeve and walked forward.

Now, Yang Shucheng couldn't leave even if he wanted to. He could only let this stubborn old man pull him and come towards Dingzhong Street.

After walking through a few small alleys, we came to Dingzhong Street. It was obvious that this old man was very familiar with this place.

The old man is indeed an old resident of Xiangyang City. His name is Pi Guoshi. He has a granddaughter who ran away from home after a quarrel a few years ago. Now he is home alone.

The old Pipi Guoshi came to Ding Lao Wuniu Restaurant. When he walked into the store, a waiter came out and shouted: "Old Pi, you haven't been here for a long time."

Pi Guoshi smiled broadly and said, "Didn't I come here? I haven't been here for a few days, but I just missed the smell of your home."

"Please come in quickly."

Pi Guoshi said: "I won't go in this time. I brought a guest. I want to drink. I will drink at your place. If I get drunk and have no place to sleep, I will drink at home. When I get drunk, I will drink with my feet. I'm sleeping in my own bed, it saves trouble, I'm not used to sleeping in other people's beds."

"Okay." The waiter agreed and walked quickly into the kitchen.

After a cup of tea, the waiter came out with a large basin full of offal. Pi Guoshi said: "I didn't bring any cash this time. I did a magic trick today. I wanted to get some money, but I didn't expect that the performance was a failure and even the magic jar was lost. Just write it down in the account."

Yang Shucheng said: "I'll come out."

He took out the money on the spot, and the waiter looked at Pi Guoshi. Pi Guoshi was very happy and said, "Let him pay."

Pay the money. Pi Guoshi said: "I am old, my legs and feet are weak, and I cannot carry it. This brother has paid for it, and I am embarrassed to let him carry it."

The waiter said: "I'm not going to carry it, it's just that I have quick legs and feet. I'll carry it to you and put it in your house. I'll rush back to do business."

Pi Guoshi said: "You go quickly, we two will walk slowly."

In this way, the waiter carried a large basin of offal, turned around and ran away as fast as he could.

Here, Yang Shucheng walked slowly with the old scalper. Yang Shucheng was really worried that the Qing soldiers would come to retaliate. It can be seen that the Piguo soldiers were walking calmly and leisurely, and they were too embarrassed to urge him.

Could it be that this Piguo Shi is getting old and impatient with life? Or do you think killing a Qing soldier is enough? Anyway, I can’t figure it out.

I thought in my heart that if the Qing soldiers came, I would protect the old man, and at the same time, I could kill him happily.

Walked through several small alleys. We came to a narrow alley. Although this alley was small, there were locust trees and a few willow trees growing on both sides. If it were spring, the willows would be blowing lightly, and in summer, the locust trees would be chirping, which would be an elegant scene. Alley.

Pi Guoshi took Yang Shucheng to the door of his home. The brick door was about to collapse, but there was a cluster of honeysuckle vines wrapped around it, which looked full of green.

I opened the door and walked in. Inside the door was a small courtyard, piled with debris and in disarray. In the rubbish pile, there was a date tree growing and a grape rack growing in the corner.

This yard is also an elegant place when tidied up.

Opposite are three tile-roofed houses, which are also old houses. The roofs have collapsed, and if it rains, the house will leak.

Pi Guoshi warmly invited Yang Shucheng into the house. After entering the house, it was extremely clean and refreshing. It was a completely different world from the outside.

There was a wooden table in the middle, wiped clean and bright, with a large basin of offal on it.

Pi Guoshi said: "You sit down, I will find a brazier, put the offal on it, and cook it for a long time and delicious. By the way, I will make a bowl of tea first."

Pi Guoshi walked to another room and brought two tea bowls. The tea bowls were washed clean and white. Although the outside was messy and dirty, the inside of the room was clean. It seemed that Pi Guoshi was also a fastidious person.

Immediately bring a brazier, light a charcoal fire, hang the offal basin on it, and place a teapot filled with water next to the charcoal fire.

Another pot of wine was brought. The old scalped national scholar said: "I know you are from Nanyang. You should also try our Xiangyang red from Xiangyang. I guarantee you will like it."

After saying that, he poured two bowls of wine, and Pi Guoshi said, "No one will disturb me in this room. We, the grandfather and the grandson, can have a good drink."

The beef offal in the pot is boiling. The beef intestines, beef lungs, beef tripe, beef heart, beef liver, beef blood, and snow-white tofu are all rolling up and down in the iron pot. The aroma came straight to their noses, and the two couldn't wait any longer and started eating meat and drinking wine.

Soon the water in the teapot was boiling, and Yang Shucheng turned his back on the guests, picked up the teapot and poured two bowls of tea.

Pi Guoshi said: "Take a sip. This is the Yunwu Fragrance Tea from the local Xie Mountain. Try it. I guarantee you will not forget my old man's good tea."

Yang Shucheng took a sip, and his mouth was full of fragrance. He couldn't stop praising it. The old man with his goatee beard was full of pride.

Two people, one old and one young, drank wine and ate offal, and soon drank too much. Both of them were a little drunk.

Pi Guoshi's face turned red. He stuttered and talked about the Pi family intermittently.

It turned out that he had two sons and one daughter, but they all died among the bandits, leaving behind a granddaughter named Pi Jiaojiao. The grandfather and grandson depended on each other.

Unexpectedly, a few years ago, Pi Jiaojiao stole things from home, and the grandfather and grandson had a quarrel. Pi Jiaojiao ran away from home and did not come back for several years.

As soon as Yang Shucheng heard about Pi Jiaojiao, he woke up with fear. He caught her with his own hands in Cihe Town, Gucheng County, and was escorted by eight young men the next day to be sent to the county. Go to the Yamen, she has a life, she must be a death row prisoner.

The old man here is still waiting for her to come back, but how can she get home? I'm afraid he had been killed by the magistrate long ago.