Chapter 11 Mingdao and Dark Arrow

Author: Fish Little Little

Chapter 11 Mingdao and Dark Arrow

After singing five times in a row, seeing that the silver copper coins were thrown less at a time, Chen Ping decided to collect the stall.

It was nearly afternoon, and it was time to eat.

No matter how good the songs can be eaten, the same song, keep listening, the power of shocking the soul will become much smaller, and it can be understood.

Of course, there is another more important reason.

After singing, it is begging silver money after all. It is a way to make money. You ca n’t delay your own practice. That is the fundamental.

Several people have discussed it, and only come out for half a day every day ...

Everything pays attention to a market. It must not make people full at one time. It also has to give the passenger population passage. Making hungry marketing is inevitable.

A fat and fat man, rubbing his left hand green jade, slowly walked to the front, and asked with a smile: "Little brother, you sing on the street, you can make a few silver? Unfortunately, it's a pity, it's better to go.

My restaurant sings, eats and drink enough every day, and there is a lot of money to earn, you see ... "

To be honest, what the big fat man said was gentle and nice. If he could retract the salivated eyes from the flower face, Chen Ping actually didn't have much opinion.

Where to sing is not to sing.

As long as you give the silver, everything is easy to say.

But obviously, what the other person thought in his heart was not as saying.

Ninety -nine, this is the idea of ​​drying and drying, and wants to monopolize the business.

This is normal, a few little beggars, although I changed my new clothes, is no longer so disappointed. However, who walks on the street, who does not know their identity?

Where will you respect them?

"Cheng Laoxi, ah!"

Chen Ping hadn't spoken yet, the flower face around him couldn't help it.

Although the bag on her head has been hurt well, it still hurts.

‘Is he ...’

Chen Ping remembered that he had heard his face and said that Cheng Laoxi's hand was dark and was the owner of the Fuyuan Restaurant. On weekdays, the guests did not finish eating. He would rather bury it in the garden and pour it in the pit.

I won't give a beggar half a mouthful.

No matter how much it is.

What's more, as long as a beggar goes to his restaurant in front of his restaurant, he will be beaten in a hout.

When I lived in the Land Temple, not only did the flower face have been injured, but the left hand and small tables and small stools were beaten a few meals.

It is said that they are too stinky and too close to the restaurant, which affects the restaurant business.

Every time this thing spends his face, it is indignant.

Such people will be good at asking them how many people will sing?

I heard that in the Fuyuan Restaurant, there is an old man who Lahu and a singer who sing in the firewood all day. The life is very miserable.

"Go."

Chen Ping's eyelids were stretched, and he didn't look at Cheng Laoxi, so he didn't bother to take care of it.

The other party's malicious and greed has already been on the face, and it is boring to say that it is boring, but just greet a few people to collect the files.

"Hey, you have to think clearly. I know the temperament of the old fox. He only wants the silver and will not care about other. If you want to sing on Kirin Street, it is best to consider it carefully."

Cheng Laoxi was ashamed, his eyes narrowed into thin seams, and the voice turned cold.

An old man behind him came out quickly, "Our owner has the blessing of the adults of Xingqing Mansion.

The owner dedicated the baby's daughter to the seventh room to be the seventh room. This is not easy to preach, but it is a good thing.

No one usually dares to mess with.

If it is said that Cheng Laosi is still semi -lure semi -threat.

The goat's beard is a straightforward threat.

"Good dogs don't stop the road."

Chen Ping gently pushed the two away and took a few people to leave.

This is too ugly, he didn't even have perfunctory thoughts.

Nympho

"Dong family, you want to find someone ..."

The goat's beard watched Chen Ping go away angrily, and asked whispered.

"Slow, can't eat hot tofu, have you found it, that is a bit wrong?"

"No wrong, is it ... singing is particularly good?" The beard of sheep was puzzled.

The big fat man gently stroked his left -hand green jade and shook his head: "You still have a bad vision, you can't see ... Seven Sexitang often thinks about it, but where did he dare to mess with me?

You have to care about it.

Cheng Laoxi feels extremely ridiculous.

It can be sang a good song, and he is not a sannar, sour scholars, not too concerned about these, the key is people.

So stunning, even begging on the street ...

Isn't it a violent heaven.

People, when there is no way to go, I always think that I will have many choices.

He has seen this kind of person too much.

Nympho

"Will there be any trouble in Cheng Laoxi?"

It is indeed a left -handed hand, from the north to the south.

"Of course there will be trouble, but he is not in a hurry, just see the move, but ..."

Chen Ping paused slightly, looking at one side, his expression was a little weird.

Not far away, there was a large yard, the locust trees towering, and the voices could be heard.

Just when someone turned around, he flickered into the yard.

After a glimpse, Chen Ping could see clearly ...

The man's face still had a colorful color, and a big beard was very eye -catching.

This person is dark, he has seen a total of twice.

At a time, when I thought about it, he was around, and he had scolded himself.

The other time was when the talent of "tracing the source" was launched.

Of course, the most memorable thing is that the fierce triangle eyes of the beard are very gloomy.

‘Da locust tree, green brick courtyard, there is no place to break the iron shoes, it’ s not possible to come. ’

If it is said that what kind of traitor Cheng Laoxi does, he also pays attention to a conspiracy and then moves. Step by step.

So, such a reckless goods like Zhang Dahu, that is, go straight and leave without any room.

Although Chang San thought there, three hundred and two silver will be collected after January.

However, the boss Yan, Zhang Dahu, are not the color of the campaign. This can be seen from a few of them who followed the head of Shen who returned to the country to return to the country. They can be seen halfway.

avoid.

From the eyes of Chen Ping, it can be seen that Zhang Dahu and others are not like their appearance, and they are strange. They are weird.

The campaign of killing the shopkeeper, these people cooperated with the tacit understanding, and the killing intention was strong. It seemed to have some rules.

Either deserter or a mountain thief.

Such a person, after the death of the boss, will they always wait for Chang to think about the order?

not necessarily.
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