The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 445 Falling into a Trap
"Have you ever read a book?"

"I've only been in private school for three years, so I'm not blind."

"Have you ever thought about learning a craft? I think you have a sharp mind, and you must be promising in the future."

"Where is it, you are flattering me too much, I am just a rough person, I can't learn anything."

The question and answer seemed simple, but secretly the two were testing each other.

The shopkeeper and Chen Xing chatted while eating. The conversation seemed to be loose, but in fact, if you were not careful, you might be tricked by the other party without knowing it.

Qilan lay on the table, except for the slight sound of breathing, she hardly moved on her stomach, as if she was asleep.

He quietly pricked up his ears, analyzing their conversation, with no less vigilance.

"Thanks to the fact that I pretended to be asleep as soon as I came up, and asked for a long time. Do I have to ask until dawn?"

After drinking for three rounds, Chen Xing touched his dizzy head, and the figures in front of him changed from two to four.

The shopkeeper's conversation suddenly changed, and he came straight to Qilan:
"How old is your companion? What does he do? I can hear him with a different accent than you?"

Hearing this, Qilan's ears trembled slightly, as if a blood-sucking mosquito had bitten it.

"Why does shopkeeper Yang pay so much attention to my background? Could it be that the previous questions were all about drunkenness?"

His calf moved involuntarily, and the wound was painful when he moved.

This kind of pain is like a leech biting a blood vessel. If he didn't tighten his lips in time, he would almost cry out.

At this moment, he couldn't raise his head, and he couldn't even make a slight noise. He could only continue to pretend to be asleep in order to hear more.

Over there, there is only the sound of chewing food.

Chen Xing hastily put a chopstick of mutton into his mouth, biting into it with a rustling sound.

He didn't seem to hear it, and he was so absorbed in gobbling it that the chopsticks and the sides of the bowl were covered with mutton oil.

A guy couldn't understand it, so he hurriedly grabbed his bowl with one hand,

"Young man, why don't you just eat and don't answer when our shopkeeper asks you?"

He tapped the edge of the bowl casually with his chopsticks, "Hey, what's the hurry, why don't I answer."

These days, along with Qilan, he beat up countless villains, and he has grown courageous.

The fear is that if this group of people came after Qilan, it might not be easy for them to get away tonight.

"He is a worker in a restaurant. He is the same age as me. Sometimes I go to the city to sell some vegetables from the village to him. That's how we got to know each other."

"Oh? Which store is it? Is it far from my mutton noodle restaurant?"

The shopkeeper continued to stare at him with great interest, wanting to see if the young man in front of him could stand the cross-examination.

"I can't remember the exact name of the store. Who cares about making friends for fun? He often changes places. He always meets at the vegetable market when he is going to the market, and we play together, eat and drink when he is free."

Qilan listened to his nonsense, and lied without hesitation. She wanted to laugh several times in admiration, and tried her best to hold back.

Chen Xing put down the bowl and chopsticks, as if he was full.

Just when those people were expecting him to say more, the kid raised his head and sneezed loudly, like a thunderbolt.

The man who attacked the bowl was too close to him to dodge, and was sprayed with snot all over his head and face.

He was very angry, and it was not easy to get angry in front of the shopkeeper, so he forcibly held back his anger, and wiped it away with his sleeve in disgust.

Chen Xing took the opportunity to teach this annoying guy a lesson, secretly enjoying himself.

He lazily rubbed his nose, embarrassed to say that the star anise of the mutton was put too much, which made his throat too itchy, and he made a fool of himself because he couldn't hold it back. I hope everyone will not be offended.

It wasn't over yet, the chair under his buttocks moved towards the person opposite him, and he grinned broadly,
"You look very different from other sellers of mutton noodles and offal soup. Many scholars in the folk changed their careers to do business after watching the Qing Dynasty fall. Are you one of them?"

One of his tricks was thrown over, successfully taking the other party's right to speak.

Shopkeeper Yang is somewhat aloof and lofty by nature, how can he bear a little boy from the countryside to "belittle" himself.

He glared unhappily at this "bumpkin" who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and didn't know how to be polite, and pouted his face and argued:
"I am not only a scholar, I have passed the Juren. It's just that I didn't want to bend my waist for five buckets of rice, so I resigned halfway and left my hometown to go to the capital. Life is such a short section, 20 years, it goes by so fast. "

"Ah, the younger generation has eyes but does not know Mount Tai, disrespect and disrespect!"

After Chen Xing finished speaking, he bowed his hands and lowered his head humbly, "Don't blame me, the country people have little knowledge. The most educated people in our village are scholars, and I have never been a scholar. You are too strong."

He said a lot of good words in admiration again, and the people around him gradually lost some of their hostility towards him.

What's the point of arguing with a little country guy who has never seen the world.It might be more cost-effective to have fun with him for fun.

Thinking about it this way, shopkeeper Yang called a waiter to get a dish that had just been made with a secret recipe in the store, saying that he wanted to let him try something new.

"Bring it here, give me a taste for this distinguished guest."

A plate of black pickles came to the table, smelling sour and salty.

Chen Xing had eaten pickles from hundreds of families in the village, and this was the first time he had seen this taste.Based on his memory and experience, he judged that this must not be pickled with vegetables, and there may be something wrong with it.

If the origin is unknown, don't eat it.

He bent over with a bitter expression on his face, yelled that he had to empty his stomach quickly after eating too much, and anxiously inquired about the way to the latrine.Seeing his cowardly look, shopkeeper Yang and the guys covered their stomachs and laughed.

Chen Xing pretended to rush to the hut in a panic, but turned back quietly on the way, hiding behind a table in the corner to listen.

Qilan on the table was still sleeping on her stomach.

The guys surrounded him, and shopkeeper Yang also looked at him meaningfully, like a group of hunters staring at a rare animal caught in the net.

It is estimated that the fool who went to the toilet will not come back for a while.Shopkeeper Yang smiled lowly, pointed at Qilan's head and said to the people next to him:
"This kid looks very much like an old friend of mine, and he doesn't match his age."

"Have you ever heard of the Gu mansion in the northwest of the capital? In the early years, I witnessed that mansion being built brick by brick."

Someone cautiously chimed in:
"Shopkeeper, didn't Sergeant Liu come here a while ago and told us to pay special attention to Gu Laosan's whereabouts a few years ago? Since you think he is suspicious, you can detain him."

Shopkeeper Yang shook his head, stretched out his hand to grab Qilan's hair, and gently swept the bangs on his forehead upwards.

"Looking at it this way, it doesn't look so resembling. Just wait a little longer. If it's really Gu Laosan, someone will recognize him before us."

"You mean, there are some distinguished guests coming tonight?"

"Yes. I made an appointment at midnight today. Counting the time, it's almost here."

Chen Xing's heart skipped a beat, almost jumping out of his chest.

I think I'm smart, but I can't be regarded as an old Jianghu who hides his identity.

I shouldn't be greedy for that bit of fat mutton, and I shouldn't act bravely. How can I remedy the exposure of my identity?
(End of this chapter)