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As soon as the sky was bright, the night was still not clear, and the aftermath of the watch was still lingering, Yan Laodao woke up, pushed away the concubine who was lying on his body, sleeping like a dead pig, got up and put on his clothes, simply freshened up, and walked out of the house.

While humming a small song, playing with the stone beads in his hand, taking square steps, walking on the bluestone slab stained with dew, Yan Laodao began a day's street patrol. It's a habit he's cultivated for more than 20 years, and it's never changed a day.

This kind of work could have been left to the brothers below to do a long time ago, because he was no longer a small catcher, but Yan Laodao insisted on doing it himself, and the brothers were surprised and happy, and felt that they had followed a good boss.

Yan Laodao is very satisfied, at the age of fifty-five, he can be the chief catcher of such a prosperous city as Jiangzhou, in the most haode area of the city, he has a few courtyards, and has three concubines, and his wife and concubines have given him five sons, so he should indeed be content.

"Roar, Yan Catcher,"

Let's eat a bowl of hot scallion oil noodles!"

Along the way, there were constantly early risers who greeted Yan Laodao, enthusiastic, Yan Laodao smiled at the corner of his mouth, did not squint, sometimes nodded, sometimes noted, the pace was still the same, did not stop.

This is the reason why he gets up early every day, after a person gets a silver tael, a real estate, a wife, and a beautiful concubine, he will always have some other hobbies, such as drinking, or gambling.

Yan Laodao enjoys the attention of others, or rather, stammering. This wonderful feeling often makes him feel a pleasure similar to that of his most beloved third aunt after having sex.

Let him feel that he is in the most haode time of his life, full of passion and vitality, not a bad old man who is about to lie on a chair and count the fallen leaves.

In this way, he interprets his fear of aging and death. No one would have thought of Yan Laodao's innermost thoughts, of course, some people might have thought of it, but they must not dare to say it. Jiangzhou has a population of hundreds of thousands, and the disappearance of a few is really a very common thing, and it will not discredit the peaceful and prosperous times.

From the big yard of Yan Laodao's house to the wharf south of Jiangzhou, it takes about half an hour. He came a little late today, and when he arrived, it was already half sunrise.

"Yan Zhutou, I'm late today, I should be fined a drink at noon!"

"There are a lot of heads, one cup is enough, three cups are enough", a group of pot-bellied outsiders ran over to talk with smiles.

Yan Laodao cheered up and replied a few words, although these smugglers behaved very rudely and pulled and pulled, but Yan Laodao liked it very much, and it was much easier to get along with than those officials.

The most important thing is that Yan Laodao needs to do some business with them, and if he does more business, Yan Laodao will have the money to buy a house, buy land, and buy a concubine.

Jiangzhou is close to the Han River, and the Han River is directly connected to the sea, the transportation is convenient, the salt transportation is especially developed, although salt and iron are the sharp weapons of the country, private trading is prohibited, but there are always some people who can wander on the edge of the law and make a fortune.

"Jiangzhou has not been very peaceful recently, I just caught a habitual thief on the road, and I came in a hurry after solving the matter, and I was born to work hard!" Yan Laodao said casually.

Yan Laodao didn't talk nonsense, he did catch a habitual thief just now, although it was only an eleven or twelve-year-old child, although that child only stole a baked cake.

"Yan Zhutou is for the people, to ensure the safety of the party, get up early and return late, it is really hard!" Immediately, someone shouted to go to the most haode restaurant in Jiangzhou to set up a table for Yan Laodao and express respect.

Yan Laodao pretended to excuse himself, and finally accepted an invitation called Zhao Wu, this Zhao Wu is Yan Laodao's big customer, the two have cooperated for many years, very tacit understanding, and deep friendship.

The first cooperation between the two was more than ten years ago, they together got rid of a disobedient smuggler of salt, from that day on, Yan Laodao's official became bigger and bigger, Zhao Wu's business was getting better and better, what is that guy's name, it seems to be surnamed Ye?

Some can't remember, Yan Laodao didn't know that he would start to feel nostalgic, maybe he was really old. When a person is old, the bad things he did when he was young are always easy to inadvertently come to mind.

The two chatted a few words, talked and laughed, and made an appointment to go to breakfast together.

Eat breakfast, be sure to go to the time-honored "Fuju Building" on Changxing Street, this is the common sense of the people of Jiangzhou, since it is common sense, then the business of Fuju Building must be very good, since the business is very good, it is normal to queue, since one thing is very normal, then there must be some exceptions, Yan Laodao is an exception.

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I was led by Xiao Er to the elegant seat near the window on the second floor, and soon, buns, wontons, cloud rolls, and scalded dried silk were all on the table. The two chatted while eating, very happy.

After half a cup of tea, Xiao Er led another person up, this is a young man in his twenties, wearing a green shirt, a stubble beard, a lonely look, and a long sword on his back. looks like a man who walks the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't have much money on hand.

Even Xiao Er himself couldn't figure it out, Weishenme would inexplicably lead this person to the second floor, as if he had a peculiar charm, and he was willing to obey any of his orders after just one glance.

The guests on the second floor were already full at this time, and Xiao Er met Zhao Wu's knife-like eyes and brought the young man to the table between him and Yan Laodao.

Yan Laodao's hand under the tablecloth gently patted Zhao Wu's clenched fist, and asked kindly: "Little brother is very familiar, where did he come from and where are he going?"

The young man smiled and said, "Only if you catch fast can you talk to others like this, the outsider is too lenient." ”

"Unfortunately, I'm just a catcher, and I'm still the biggest catcher in Jiangzhou. Yan Laodao also smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and those who were familiar with him knew that this meant that he was very angry.

He likes to accept the stammering of the townspeople, but it doesn't mean that he likes to eat at the same table with them.

The diners around felt the strange anger and cold atmosphere of this table, and some of those who knew Yan Laodao began to go downstairs to check out.

The young man didn't speak, his index finger flicked the table, and the freshly ground soybean milk in the sea bowl flew up like a stream flowing backwards, and fell straight into the young man's slightly open mouth, without a drop splashing outside.

"The taste is much lighter than it was more than ten years ago!" said the young man as he closed his eyes and pursed his lips, his face very disappointed.

The second floor was silent.

Zhao Wu's clenched fist finally opened, this person was not something he could deal with.

Yan Laodao's fists changed from opening to clenching, he himself is also a martial arts expert, but he is sure that no one in the martial arts can do this, only those who are high in the immortal cultivators.

In just a moment, Yan Laodao let go of his fist, got up and hugged his fist and said: "It turned out to be an immortal master, Xiao Lao'er was offended a lot just now, and he looked at Haihan." ”

Everyone upstairs immediately became excited, the legendary immortal master was actually right in front of their eyes?

The young man ate two more steamed buns, put down his chopsticks, and recalled: "Fourteen years ago, my father often brought me here to eat breakfast. ”

Yan Laodao was stunned, nodded and said angrily: "What the immortal master said is that the old man will report to the prefect after a while and seize this black shop, such an unscrupulous businessman will be punished heavily." I don't know where the immortal master's mansion is, Ling Zun's surname is high, and he has been a frequent visitor here for many years, so he may have some friendship with the immortal master's father. ”

Zhao Wu was also beside him and nodded repeatedly.

The young man looked at him and smiled, and said, "My father's name is Ye Er, how is it, do you have any impression?"

Yan Laodao thought about it intently, and didn't seem to have any impression, but Zhao Wu next to him was like ashes in an instant.