surnamed Wang

Chapter 162 Self-Created Sword Art
The middle-aged man on the side asked: "Old Wutou, where did they come from?"

"I heard it's a senior official from the capital."

After the old Wutou finished speaking, he opened the gourd and took a sip, then hurriedly stuffed the gourd tightly.

"What, from the capital? Come to us..."

Hong Mao wanted to say something at first, but when he saw the old Wutou's gaze, he forcibly suppressed the words "poor place".

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's pack up the house first, they will be here soon."

The room is not big, but it is full of three beds.

The old Wutou bed had already been soaked in the smell of wine. A few years ago, when there were postmen passing by, Hong Mao gave up the bed to someone else and slept on the old Wutou bed. As a result, he almost fell asleep the next day. Did not get up.

Thanks to a wild doctor passing by, he tried to sober up and woke him up.Since then, he has firmly vowed that he would rather go to the bed of a middle-aged man to smell the stinky feet than stay on the bed of an old aconitum.

Besides, the middle-aged man, although he is the only one among the three who has a family, is far away, so he usually only goes back once every ten days and a half months, and he was born as a hunter and doesn't like to be clean, so there is always a cloth on the bed. There was a foul smell.

Of the three, Hong Mao was probably the cleanest. Although socks and other things were often placed under the pillow, there was no strange smell.

Soon, a team of more than a hundred people came to this small inn. The head of a hundred households tightened the reins, got off their horses and saluted the two Wang Gangquan:
"My lords, this is the Goutai Station. You two will make a living here tonight, and it will be fine when you arrive in town tomorrow."

He knew that Liu Luming was a fifth-rank doctor, and his official position was much higher than that of his hundred family, so he called him an adult.

As for the other young man accompanying him, it can be seen from the chat between the two of them that their official positions should be similar.

Hearing Baihu's words, Wang Gingquan nodded, but he was not picky. In the Northwest, he could fall asleep with a blanket on the ground.

Liu Luming on the side looked curiously at the inn in front of him. It was the first time he had seen an inn at such a big age.

At this time, Lao Wutou and others who heard the noise came out to welcome him. After seeing the team of more than a hundred people, he was stunned for a moment, obviously he did not expect so many people to come.

However, he has lived for such an old age, after all, he has seen some things in the world, and then he said in an authentic Donglu dialect: "Gentlemen, we are far away, we are postmen here."

Wang Gangquan sized him up after hearing the words, and saw that there was a middle-aged man and a young man behind him. The young man was obviously a little nervous seeing this battle for the first time.

Wang Gangquan took a step forward, saluted and said: "Old man, don't be afraid, we came from the east... from the capital, and we want to stay here for a night." The words are too smooth.

Hearing the words, the old Wutou grinned open his mouth with few teeth left, and said with a smile: "The official has already informed us before, but I didn't expect so many people to come. The small restaurant is not big, so I'm afraid it won't be able to accommodate so many people." ..."

The old man couldn't help but weaken his tone when he said this, probably because he was afraid that the opposite official would blame him.

At this time, the hundred households on the side said: "It's not a problem, we are used to being exposed to the wind and the sun all day, so we can deal with it in any open space, as long as you entertain these two adults well."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Liu Luming intentionally or unintentionally. This buddy has not stopped all afternoon. Sometimes he dislikes the carriage's buttocks, and sometimes he yells hot. He looks like the son of a rich family.

Hearing what the other party said, Old Wutou let go of his hanging heart, and hurriedly said to Wang Bingquan and the other two: "My lords, please come in."

Afterwards, Wang Gingquan and his wife followed Lao Wutou into the house, and the remaining hundreds of officers and soldiers found an open place, set up a fire and set up camp.

In the hut, Lao Wutou and the others took out all the surplus food that had been stored for a long time. It is said that the official position of the visitor is higher than that of the county magistrate, so they dare not neglect each other.

For this reason, the middle-aged man even went out to hunt a pheasant and stewed it with the wild mushrooms picked in the forest. Usually, if Old Aconitum wants to ask for a slice to drink with, he has to grind his mouth for a long time.

Soon, hot meals were brought to the table, including stewed pheasant with mushrooms, fried bacon, and scrambled eggs with leeks. The staple food was the unique local steamed buns. Take out the best.

Seeing the food being served, Liu Luming on the side immediately picked up the chopsticks and was about to spin them, but was stopped by Wang Gingquan on the side.

"What's wrong, Brother Wang, is there any process that hasn't gone through?"

Although Liu Luming was born into a wealthy family, he didn't know much about the rules in the palace. He thought that there would be a ceremony before dinner in the palace.

Wang Gingquan ignored him, turned to look at the three postmen standing beside him, and said, "The three of you have been busy for a long time, let's sit down and have some food together."

Hong Mao was already grunting with hunger, and when he heard the adult on the other side speak, he was about to sit down, but the middle-aged man on the side grabbed his collar.

The old Wutou still grinned and said: "You two adults, eat first, we are not hungry."

Hong Mao turned his head in surprise when he heard the words, the old Wutou's belly was louder than his at the moment.

Naturally, Wang Gingquan knew that the other party was a little scared, so he didn't force others, even though they asked for another plate, he put out his own and Liu Luming's portions separately, and started eating.

Hong Mao on the opposite side looked dumbfounded, thinking that he is an adult, who cares about others all the time when he eats, unlike the two animals beside him, who were a little slower in grabbing, and didn't even get the vegetable soup eat.

After Wang Gingquan and the others were full, the three postmen took their share to the stove and started to eat. Seeing this, Wang Gingquan shook his head helplessly, but didn't say anything.

If Liu Luming eats like a starving ghost, then these three are Zhong Kui—they can even eat food with the starving ghost.

Soon, the three of them had enough to eat and drink and began to clear the table.

Wang Gangquan and Liu Luming each took a bench, sat aside and looked around.

This hut is not even a wooden house, the roof is thatched, the walls are mud, and even the pillar in the middle is not a good wood, with messy pictures painted on it, Wang Gingquan took a closer look, and then vaguely recognized It's something like a sword manual.

At this time, the young man who had finished his work came over, he first noticed that Wang Bingquan was admiring his "masterpiece", and then he glanced at the sword that the other party was wearing, so he asked in a low voice: "My lord, do you know martial arts? "

Wang Gangquan didn't feel bad for this postman who entertained them with heart, he nodded and tried to show a kind smile and said: "I will."

"That's great!"

The young man was very happy when he heard the words, and then scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Then, can my lord help me to see some sword moves I have researched by myself?"

The middle-aged man had finished his work at this time, walked over and said, "Hong Mao, how many times have I told you, don't bother adults, it's okay to bully children with your tricks."

(End of this chapter)