Three days later, the caravan re-loaded.

The flood receded, and the road had been repeatedly stepped on by the vehicles and people in front of him. It was not difficult to walk.

The scattered sun hangs back into the sky, and the temperature gradually rises, and many people sneeze during the alternation of cold and hot.

Therefore, before they set off today, they all bought a bowl of ginger soup, and those who were seriously ill had already taken medicine. Although the caravan manager disliked the coachman's illness, it was still one day away from the nearest county town. There were a lot of coolies in the mountains and rural areas. However, there were no carriages as a guarantee, so they didn't care about the use of it.

The coachman Lao Qi lay in the pile of weeds for an hour that day. When he got up, his neck ached faintly.

When someone saw it, he exclaimed and said that he was touched by a "ghost hand". There were blue finger marks on both sides of his neck.

Lao Qi suspected that the people who attacked him were in the village, but there were too many outsiders. Every day, people bought medicine. If they bought it, they immediately rowed and couldn't even see it. Not to mention checking it. He also stared at Mo Li and Meng Qi, but he never saw these two people again later.

Lao Qi didn't dare to say that he was attacked, so he could only pretend to be stupid.

He used twenty copper coins to buy the villagers of Lingyao Village to "exorcism knot" with pain.

That thing is similar to the five-color knots for children during the Dragon Boat Festival, and it is very awkward to put it on your wrist.

These days, the knots in the village sold very well. They originally sold ten copper plates, but they doubled in one go. The villagers wanted to call a higher price, but no one bought it any more expensively. The people in Lingyao Village felt uncomfortable because of this and always wanted to bring the ointment and knot outside to make a fortune.

Now, taking advantage of this flood, several people made an excuse to visit relatives in the neighboring village to see the situation. They quietly stuffed ointments and jars into their bags, followed the caravan, and made up their minds to run away if they encountered bandits.

Lao Qi laughed in his heart.

Sure enough, when we arrived at the county town, the people from Lingyao Village were selling everywhere with their bags on their backs, but no one paid attention to them.

The dusty farmer can't even say anything about the official words. He carries a bunch of bottles and jars and says it's the ointment of Lingyao Village. Who can guarantee that it is true?

The pharmacy and shop sell porcelain bottles (the reselling caravan disassembled the ointment into a smaller container). At first glance, it was a good thing that Peng Xianren took out. Besides, the people can trust those who opened shops in the city. If something goes wrong, the shop will not be able to escape. Who dares to buy it on the street?

When the people from Lingyao Village saw that it was not possible, they had to lower the price. Anyway, the city sold much more expensive than them!

Someone did hear the cheaper coming, but when they saw the cheaper things, everyone wanted to be cheaper, and kept killing the price, which made the villagers sweat coldly. Seeing that the price had dropped to the end, they refused to respond, but the buyer called the neighbors who came to see the lively neighbors and swore that as long as they were cheaper, they would definitely make a living.

When they gritted their teeth and nodded, they went home with a smile and took the scale, opened the jar, scraped a layer, and left behind a copper plate.

The people in Lingyao Village were stunned and reached out to stop him. The other party cursed that he had bought it himself anyway, and it was someone else's business if others didn't want to buy it.

Before the whole can of ointment was happy, a few strong men immediately carried a wailing woman and pulled the people from Lingyao Village to say that he sold fake medicine, and after applying it, he died. The old man howled loudly. The strong man who came with beat the ointment seller, snatched the money and ointment and turned around and ran away.

When someone got up, the woman had disappeared long ago.

——If the business is so easy to do, what will the gangsters on the street eat?

The government has insufficient staff and cannot keep an eye on it. Only when the festival starts, people will patrol. Not to mention rashly carrying bags to the city to sell goods, even the traveling merchants who deal with shops must find the right way to recognize the right way.

The coachman Lao Qi watched the caravan unload the goods, found a quick visit and said he wanted to go to Chenghuang Temple to worship, then quickly walked through the streets and alleys, carefully paying attention to whether there were anyone following him. Halfway through, he met the Lingyao Village people walking out with a dejected and blue face, and almost laughed out loud.

He stroked the knot on his wrist and threw it into the dirty water.

The flooding situation in the county town is very serious. The accumulated water in some alleys has not yet subsided. All houses have water marks half a wall high outside the houses. People are busy shoveling out the mud and moss on the walls, and then transporting the things blown by the wind. There are people who repair roofs and tiles on every street.

It is very uncomfortable for people who are determined to hide their whereabouts.

Lao Qi simply found a tea stall until the evening. When there were no people on the roof, he went to find the branch of Fengxing Pavilion in this county town.

This is a rice shop. The coolie who transported goods came and went back and forth at the door of the warehouse behind the shop. Lao Qi touched the wall and turned into the dark alley. He saw that there was no one in front and behind. Then he walked through the clamping path according to some rules, and then reached out to push it hard on the wall and opened a machine door.

Lao Qi bent his waist and crawled in, and the door quickly buckled it.

Before entering, Lao Qi tightened his back.

Sure enough, a sharp blade hit him towards him. Lao Qi closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to act rashly.

The cold air hits my face and stops in front of my nose.

"Bao...Shopkeeper Bao, are you?" Lao Qi stuttered, looking extremely frightened.

The one holding the knife was an old man in his seventies, with his eyes full of spirit. The knife was wide and thick, unlike ordinary people in the martial arts world, but it seemed like a golden-backed and large-ring sword fighting on the battlefield.

"Yesterday, an evil star came to cause trouble. He called the name to see the 'Tiger' and asked about the Pengze Water Bandits." The shopkeeper Bao still had a strong voice. He shouted sternly, "Is it your kid doing it? The trouble caused?"

The coachman Lao Qi knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, "Or why can't you hide anything from your old eyes? The young man has no choice but to save his life! Besides, this was something that King Dai Ning had been borne by this matter. The official himself did not want to suppress the water bandits and pushed the job to us. This is a trouble... Hehe, don't take care of them."

The old man patted the coachman Lao Qi's cheek with the back of the knife, and hummed, "Don't be too clever. I know who you are doing for."

Lao Qi laughed and said carefully: "Hi, I'll just make some oil and water to work for the two families. If I really had the thoughts that shouldn't have been moved, would you have chopped me long ago? I want me to tell you, the King of Wu is a sucker, it's better to be from our Fengxing Pavilion..."

"Enough!" Manager Bao said impatiently, "I don't have the heart to talk to you. Who else did you tell me about the water bandits?"

"Is this more necessary?" Lao Qi, the coachman, hesitantly defended, "The dozens of people running errands here in Fengxing Pavilion can guess as long as they are not fools. It's not as simple as suppressing water bandits. There is so much grain in the official warehouse, so they even sent people to go to the countryside to buy from Wu... Although they pretended to be King Jing, can they hide it from our Fengxing Pavilion?"

Manager Bao's mouth drooped down and kicked the coachman Lao Qi's butt.

"Get out if you're fine."

"Now, right now!"

Lao Qi rolled his eyes and walked to the low table next to him with a smile. He asked the clerk to tell the news that he had "met met two scholars in Lingyao Village", which described Meng Qi Moli's appearance in a very detailed way. The clerk was also a capable man, and he hooked two pictures to tell Lao Qi to recognize him.

"No, these eyes... and nose... and this demeanor..."

After talking about it, Lao Qi simply patted his thigh and said, "Even compared to the number one talented man in Suzhou, the famous scholars in Qinhuai are not bad. It is said that they are from Qiantang County."

The guy tried hard to draw a similar shape, but finally stopped drawing it, so he simply marked a few sentences next to it.

"The painting is a hundred copper coins, a total of two." The guy kept the account for Lao Qi.

Lao Qi didn't care and grinned, "Someone must have bought their news. Don't say 200 yuan, or 20 taels of silver may be able to earn back."

Manager Bao said nothing and watched the coachman Lao Qi leave humming a song.

He rubbed his forehead, found an excuse to send the guy in the house out, and locked the door.

A figure fell silently from the beam of the room, walked to the table, picked up the picture and looked at it with interest.

"General Meng."

Manager Bao respectfully clasped his fists and almost knelt down and saluted halfway.

Meng Qi raised his hand and helped him in the void, and Manager Bao couldn't bend his waist.

In fact, Meng Qi didn't expect to meet an old friend here yesterday.

Manager Bao has no reputation in the world. He was once the instructor of the Chu border army. He had great martial arts skills and could not find a rival immediately. This is nothing, mainly because he fought on the battlefield at the age of fourteen and served as a half-baked vanguard under Meng Qi.

At that time, Jingyuan Hou Aicai was unwilling to let the young general take risks, so he "throwed" him to Meng Qi, who was transporting and guarding grain in the rear.

Many years passed in a flash, and Meng Qi suddenly met and he didn't recognize him at all.

However, yesterday, Manager Bao looked at Meng Qishi, who came to the door forties, almost got blind.

Manager Bao was famous as Guanyong. When he was a teenager, he wanted to be brave enough to win the army. Unfortunately, he had not yet become an adult and the world was unified.

Fortunately, he had been in the destruction of Xiliang, and since then he had been serving in the border army and was unwilling to return to Taijing. There were too many generals in the Chu Dynasty. In the troubled times, Bao Guanyong was also a general. However, he was born too late. When he completely grew up to be a powerful general, the Chu Dynasty had no war except for the conflict between the border army and the barbarians.

Bao Guanyong is now seventy-two years old.

Lian Po is old, and Bao Guanyong, who is the shopkeeper in the rice shop, is not as lucky as Lian Po.

When Emperor Lu Zhang of Qi was a general, civil and military struggled, and the government and the country was in chaos. Bao Guanyong was unlucky at that time. He was casually detained for "stealing military funds and colluding with barbarians", and was demoted to Dongting Yunmengze to be exiled to fight against the natives there.

Not long afterwards, Qi replaced Chu Li.

"...I fled to Luling County and wanted to find someone among the three vassal kings to fight the Yangtze River to recover the northern part and re-establish the Chu Dynasty. Unexpectedly... they are all short-sighted and self-righteous fools!"

After many years of being with the help of Manager Bao, no one could complain. Seeing Meng Qi and his relatives as if they were seeing him, they almost rushed over and hugged their heads and cried.

Meng Qi had a headache: "You are in your seventies, how can you do a child's posture?"

Meng Qi regretted not bringing Mo Li with him. When encountering such a situation, he just needed to reach out and wrap the doctor's waist, and Bao Guanyong would definitely be shocked and stunned.

Yesterday, Meng Qi and Mo Li came wearing masks.

——Zhong Kui’s mask, which was sent to the “epidemic ghost” outside the City God Temple, hung it a long way to hold the sheep.

The two of them pretended to fight, turned around and sneaked back to catch the real person in charge of Fengxing Pavilion here.

It is not the "tiger out of the mountain" mentioned by the coachman Lao Qi, but the master of the "tiger out of the mountain" and the old shopkeeper of the rice shop in his seventies.

When I took off my mask, I surprised Meng Qi and Shooter Bao was shocked to "recognize my relatives".

It’s really luck that I can’t stop it.

Bao Guanyong not only knew all the secrets of Fengxing Pavilion, but even more so, he was the veteran of Fengxing Pavilion and was "invited" by Mr. Qiu, a counselor in Ningwang.

Bao Guanyong still has the existence of "Chu" in his heart.

But his behavior seemed very interesting to Meng Qi.

Instead of leading troops, or going to the military camp, he squatted in Fengxing Pavilion.
Chapter completed!