The scene of the inn reminded Yang Zhi of the days of hiding in Yangzhou, changing places at both ends for three days, all of them were such inns of not big or small, there were no high-ranking officials and nobles, and people of various identities waited patiently in the inn for various purposes. The inn sells wine and food, the warm air is filled with the fragrance of wine and coriander, the sound of drinking, shouting and women's scolding are all mixed in the shouting of the guy and the shopkeeper, from time to time someone throws the broken silver taels and copper coins on the counter of the shopkeeper, and I don't know whether it is the money for wine and food or the accommodation fee.

Most of the people you see are people who are working hard, many of them should be smugglers, witnessing the death of the night and the emergence of the dawn. The attitude of the shopkeeper is still low-key, and the guy is a little indifferent to the travelers on such a rainy night, and when he sees Yang Zhi, the loud voice is a little out of tune;

Yang Zhi pretended to be a stranger, pretended to look at the remaining three single rooms on the second floor, asked for a single room diagonally opposite Li Wanhua, and paid a deposit of one or two silver on the counter; Yang Zhi just had a burden, but no one actually paid attention to it, but he asked for a single room, so that the guys and a few high-rollers who were drinking took a few more looks. This is a situation that Yang Zhi does not want, who knows the details of this inn and the true identity of those high rollers, but Yang Zhi does not want to live in Datongpu, the hygiene habits of people at this time are too poor, and some people have unpleasant smells, so it is best not to touch them.

Yang Zhi is not worried that he will lose his temper, and he still has the waist cards of Yanyun Hall and the Palace Tent Army on his body, and there is no problem at all in such a small shop. The guy was a young short man with a short beard, trying his best to hide his Youzhou accent: "Guest officer, how long are you going to stay?"

"One night, for you. Yang Zhi replied, handing over the five coins of silver; the man took the five coins of silver rewarded by Yang Zhi, and immediately changed his smile and said: "Then you have to pay attention, guest officer, there are two tables of suspicious guys outside, one group is a kind of medicinal herb merchant, and the other group is a hero on the rivers and lakes, and the leader is called Desperate Saburo Shixiu, when he has money, he is a businessman, and when he has no money, he doesn't know what he does." ”

Yang Zhi smiled softly, desperately San Lang Shi Xiu, what else can he do, robber, Yang Zhi understood, his actions made people think that he had red goods on him, and even his guys had such sunshine, how could Shi Xiu not have any suspicions at all. Yang Zhi was careful, and after the man left the room, he carefully checked the doors and windows, and saw that there was a deadbolt on the wooden door, and he had a score in his heart, and after a delay of twenty minutes in the room, Yang Zhi came out.

There were no empty tables in the lobby, so the man quickly cleaned up the cups and saucers left by others and made room for Yang Zhi; Yang Zhi asked the man, and then ordered a pound of white-cut mutton, five cooking cakes, and a pot of hot tea. The guy turned around and walked away, going to the kitchen in the back to prepare, and a poor scholar sitting opposite Yang Zhi looked Yang Zhi up and down: "Hero's surname?"

This question was asked very cleverly, Yang Zhi didn't seem to realize it, looked at the rice and pickles in front of the scholar, and said lightly: "When we meet in Pingshui, there is no need to find the root of the matter." ”

In this era, people are very conscious, and the average poor person eats something at will for dinner, like a civet cat in order to play the role of a good coachman, he does not show up in the lobby at all; everyone in the lobby basically orders a meat dish in front of him, and the scholar only orders pickles, obviously eating here is because of habit and death to save face. Realizing Yang Zhi's disdain, the scholar glanced at Yang Zhi and said in a strange tone: "The eldest husband will not change his surname or change his name, and he will be the operator Jiang Jing in the next god." ”

An inn met two Liangshan heroes, Yang Zhiyou felt like he was hit by a lucky easter egg, and asked quietly: "Is Mr. going to tell my fortune?"

Jiang Jing looked back at the people around him and said, "There are so many noisy people here, fortune tellers should calm down." ”

Jiang Jing is a very interesting person, he looks shabby, and still maintains a little arrogance of a fortune teller.

Yang Zhi secretly used his true qi to visit, and found that although Jiang Jing's kung fu was not high, he definitely had kung fu, even if such a person lost his soul, he would not bother to run to the remote city of Liaoguo; but Jiang Jing came, and he was still pretending to be a grandson in such an inn, how could things be so simple.

Jiang Jing didn't talk about money immediately, so that the atmosphere of the conversation seemed harmonious, and it was also in line with Yang Zhi's thoughts, as for whether Jiang Jing was going to explore his room, Yang Zhi didn't care, Yang Zhi showed an understanding smile and said: "Then there is no need to report the name, if Mr. is free in the evening, you can come to my room to calculate, if the calculation is accurate, the honorarium is five taels of silver." ”

Yang Zhi was so simple, but Jiang Jing didn't expect it, his eyes immediately looked at Yang Zhi again, and he agreed with some suspicion; several guests at the table next to him couldn't help but look at the two of them a few more times when they heard it, but there were too many strange things on the rivers and lakes, and these people didn't look like they were making a fuss. What Yang Zhi noticed was the other two tables, one table was three people, sitting in the corner of the lobby, and Yang Zhi had not said a word since he came in; the other table was five people in the center of the lobby, two stacks of wine bowls had been piled up, and they were still practicing the wine order, not caring at all about the dissatisfaction of the people around them.

The most outstanding of the five people is a big man, although he is not a romantic figure in the wind of Yushu, but he is burly and dignified, and there is a kind of spirit of giving up who is with me among the five people; Yang Zhi's hearing can cover the entire lobby, and from the conversation of the five people, it can be concluded that the big man is the desperate San Lang Shixiu. The two women with heavy makeup in the lobby walked to Shi Xiu's side several times, but they were all sent back by Shi Xiu, and what Yang Zhi appreciated was that when Shi Xiu refused, there was no rude and unhappy look, and he was calm.

The guy sent tea, mutton, and cooking cakes, Yang Zhi poured a bowl of hot tea, ate and drank, Yang Zhi's eating and drinking movements were very gentle, so that Jiang Jing on the opposite side was stunned, and immediately knew that he had lost his eyes at the beginning; Yang Zhi ate three cooking cakes and a pound of mutton, and he was basically full, seeing that Jiang Jing had finished eating, asked for a cup of tea, and had no intention of getting up, Yang Zhi understood that Jiang Jing must be living in a Chase shop, and he didn't want to go back so early. Yang Zhi asked the guy to change the pot of hot tea, picked up the remaining two cooking cakes, and strolled towards his room.

(End of chapter)