Under Qiu Yun's escort, Lin Mo slowly headed towards the inn where Jin Xiangyu was temporarily staying. He was thinking about the man who assassinated Changsun Youyin and the person behind the scenes, and soon locked in his mind.

Today, he first fell into that person's chess game in the palace. After guessing that person, Lin Mo knew what happened today, so he deliberately left the downtown area to give the assassin a chance to attack.

It’s not just that he used Changsun Youyin’s life as bait. Lin Mo would not do anything bad. The reason why he dared to leave was because he had considerable confidence in the strength and realm of the guards in his mansion.

The result was just as Lin Mo expected, without any accident, the guards in the mansion were very alert, and together with the six-point killing formation, they successfully repelled the great sword master who came to assassinate.

He reached out and came with a string of candied haws from the vendor who passed by. As soon as he ate one, Xifeng's ghostly figure returned to his side. He wanted to report it when he opened his mouth, but Lin Mo took the lead in speaking.

"Is it his family?"

Xifeng nodded: "That's right, the sect leader's wisdom, and there was no mistake as expected before. The subordinate followed the masked man in black all the way and watched him take off the masked black veil and enter the man's man's mansion."

After hearing this, Lin Mo smiled faintly: "Okay, okay, this game of chess is becoming more and more interesting. Since it can't wait to join in, let's have fun together."

Seeing the smile on the corner of Lin Mo's lips, after walking a few steps, Qiu Yun said in confusion: "Sect Master, there is something unknown to his subordinates. Please ask the Sect Master to solve the doubts for his subordinates."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Qiu Yun said: "That person can obviously be someone outside the chess game and then sit and enjoy the success, but that person insists on joining in? Now that many parties are confused, is that person capable of playing this game of chess?"

Lin Mo laughed: "Qiu Yun, do you know what the name of this game of chess is?"

"The world!"

"That's right, this game of chess is called Tianxia. Since it is Tianxia, ​​it is the entire Daqian, and even the Zhongzhou Continent, how can that person really sit still? As for whether he has the ability, that person may think he has it."

Qiu Yun savored Lin Mo's words carefully, immediately showed a sudden enlightenment, and then asked with some concern: "Since that person has also joined the chess game, what should we do if the sect leader?"

After eating the candied haws, he threw away the bamboo stick. Lin Mo rubbed his hands and put them in his sleeve: "Don't worry, that person has already placed him on the chessboard. If he wants to be a chess player, he can see how deep it is hidden."

"Qiu Yun understands!"

In the so-called reunion banquet at the Meat Festival, Lin Mo felt a little uncomfortable and could not eat it very much. He also had to pay attention to his image and answer the words of Emperor Daqian and Emperor Daqian at all times. The amount of dishes was very small, so he didn't eat enough at all.

So I had to buy a few hot meat buns. I remembered the buns I had eaten before, which had thin skin and a lot of meat, and after eating them, my lips and teeth were even more fragrant. So I took a detour to the bun stall called "Honest" that I bought buns once.

After a quarter of an hour of traveling, I came to the honest bun stall and saw the stall from afar. The old man was shouting and shouting. As soon as Lin Mo was about to walk over, he saw four men wearing official uniforms holding sticks and walking towards the bun stall first.

The leading Qing'ao official walked to the bun stall and smashed it on the stall with a stick. He knocked a tray of buns over the ground and shouted, "Old man, how many times have you told you that you don't pay taxes, and you are not allowed to sell buns here in a broken stall. Are your ears deaf?"

The old man trembled and said tremblingly: "Ko... I'm young... I've paid it a month ago. Why do you have to pay taxes again now?"

The Qingao official said angrily: "You said that it was a month ago. Now the New Year is approaching. His Majesty the Emperor is about to celebrate the New Year, so the court will collect taxes to hold a palace banquet for His Majesty the Emperor's New Year. You should pay the money quickly."

"Ah, a few officials, you can do it. It's a few days to give me a grace. My grandson is now going to study and can't even afford books. I'll be able to hand over the books in a few days."

"I don't have the time to give you some time to give me some days. Just pay it quickly, and it's just a matter of handing over. If you don't, I will take your shop and take you to jail for a few years."

...

Lin Mo stood not far away listening to the words of the Qingjiao official, and smiled faintly: "This is really interesting. If the emperor wants to collect taxes from the people during the Chinese New Year, or just a bun stall tax."

Lin Mo looked at it and found that there were many stalls around, all of which were sold for food, but the four officials in official uniforms went straight to the bun stall and did not care about the stalls around. The stall owners around him also looked at the old man with a pitiful look on his face.

There must be something strange about this.

"Sect Master, do you want to go over and help?" Qiu Yun also saw the clues.

"Wait first, let's figure out the situation first." Lin Mo walked to a candy vendor stall and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with that honest bun stall?"

The candy stall owner was an uncle in his forties who looked back and looked at Lin Mo. He shook his head and sighed: "Young Master, don't know anything. This is all the trouble caused by Yang Husband and Honesty!"

"Oh, can you tell me in detail?" Lin Mo took a silver leaf from Xifeng and placed it in front of the uncle.

The uncle was happy and hurriedly put the Yinye in his arms, and a sympathy appeared on his face: "Young Master doesn't know. The one who sells the buns is called Yang Laoshi. Yang Laoshi. The buns are so delicious. The skin is thin and the meat is delicious. It tastes so delicious after eating it."

As he said that, a look of reminiscence and enjoyment appeared, but then he became sympathetic again: "At first, Yang Hushi's business was very good, but because his buns were delicious and cheap, he could buy ten copper leaves with one copper leaf. This suddenly caused dissatisfaction among the owners who opened bun shops around him."

Lin Mo looked around with the stall owner and found that there were indeed four or five bun shops around. The owners were looking at Yang Laoshi with a proud look on their faces, with indescribable pleasure in their eyes.

“What’s the reason?”

The uncle sighed, "Young Master, you don't know. The buns they made are really hard to describe, and they are not as delicious as Yang Laoshi's."

"Oh, why is it hard to describe it in one word?"

The uncle said, "Where are the buns made in those stores? If you bite down, you can't bite the stuffing. If you bite another bite, you can't bite the stuffing. If you bite another bite, the whole bun is gone, and you still haven't bite the stuffing."

"Oh, is that the bun a steamed bun?"

The uncle smiled strangely: "Actually, I thought so before, but in fact, the second bite you bite the filling, but the filling was too little and I didn't taste it at all."

Lin Mo showed a shocked smile on his face. These words reminded Lin Mo of the buns in the high school canteen when he was still in China, and the buns in the canteen were the same.

"Now, after buying those buns stalls once, they stopped going, but went to Yang Laoshi's place. But the owners of several buns stalls were so angry that they joined forces to bribe the four officials in charge of management. They went to harass Yang Laoshi every two days, making it difficult for Yang Laoshi to do so in the name of various taxes. Yang Laoshi would break the stall if he didn't pay. Over time, everyone was afraid of getting into trouble, so there were fewer people going to Yang Laoshi's place to buy buns."

After hearing the cause and effect of the matter, Lin Mo felt a little funny and sighed: "This world is really ridiculous. This honest businessman can't survive."

"Who said no?" The uncle sighed with empathy.

With such injustice on the road, Lin Mo naturally had to help him. Moreover, he himself fell in love with the honest Yang bun, which tasted really delicious. Otherwise, Lin Mo would not have taken a detour here specifically and happened to encounter such a thing.

Seeing that the four minor officials were already starting to smash the bun stall, Lin Mo quickly waved and led Xifeng and Qiu Yun, and then strided towards the honest bun stall.

As soon as he walked out, Lin Mo saw a young man about twelve years old rushing out with a stick and protecting Yang Laoshi behind him. It seemed that he was Yang Laoshi's grandson.

The young man was squinted with a book around his waist, wearing Yang Hushi's thin clothes, his lips were a little purple, and his hands were frozen red, but he still held the wooden stick with all his strength, desperately protecting Yang Hushi behind him.

Holding the wooden stick in his hand, the young man stared at the four minor officials and said indignantly: "You four tricky officials, there is no New Year tax in the court. It is obvious that you have collected money from those five evil people to make things difficult for my grandfather."

As he said that, the boy looked at the five bun shop owners watching and scolded: "You five profiteers are making money that is short of money. If you are reincarnated, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

After saying that, the young man looked at the quack in Sisi's housekeeper's clothes and cursed angrily: "And you, you not only bully my grandfather, but also colluded with other shops to frame us and bully the people. One day, you will be punished by heaven."

The leading Qing'ao official immediately became angry, threw away the stick in his hand, pulled out the knife from his waist, cut the stick in his hand, and lifted it up and kicked the boy to the ground.

He kicked over the boy and overthrew the bun shop. The leading Qing'ao official pointed the boy with a knife and said viciously: "Boy, how dare you yell at me and even frame you for bullying the people. You are seeking death."

Seeing that his grandson was pointed at by a knife, Yang Laoshi knelt on the ground with a pounce, kowtowed and begged: "Official, official, a child is ignorant, you must not bother with him. Please beg for the younger one, if you want to kill, kill the younger one."

The young man held Yang Laoshi who kowtowed repeatedly and stared at the leading Qing'ao official: "Grandpa, don't kowtow to inhumane officials like them. Shi Tou is not afraid of death, don't kneel down to them."

"Hey, you dare to stare at me." The Qinghao Lieutenant kicked the young man to the ground, and the book on the boy's waist suddenly flew onto the bloody land.

Kicking the young man over, the Qing'ao official glanced at him disdainfully, waved his hand, and said coldly: "Go, brothers, dig up the boy's eyes, let's go back and have a drink."

"Yes, Brother Li."
Chapter completed!