Yi Song

Chapter 21 The original bully and gangster
  Liu Guozhang turned around and saw that it was not the imperial army laying out troops, but a group of evil servants dressed up in costumes, surrounding them menacingly.

People from the Wuyou Gang?
  Fan Sitong verified the authenticity so quickly and came to visit him again?
  No, he was fooled by himself last night. How could he be so generous and only bring so many people?

It’s not like I’m inviting myself back to have a meal as a guest.

Who is that?

The group of men consciously separated and made way for them.

A man walked out, in his twenties, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, like a mouse turned into a spirit. Wearing a cross-legged turban on her head and a flower in her ear.

Wearing a green t-shirt inside, a straight-collared double-breasted jacket with gold embroidery on the outside, and a white jade gold silk belt around the waist.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I held a folding fan sprinkled with gold, pretending to be elegant, but even more vulgar.

"That man, grandpa is interested in this knife of yours."

The folding fan in the mouse spirit's hand pointed at the lancet on Liu Guozhang's waist and said.

"My knife? I wonder what this officer saw?"

"This knife of yours has a shark skin sheath, which is simple in appearance and exquisite in memory. The shape of the knife is different from the standard knife of our dynasty. It is a bit like the lancet of Khitan and Northern Liao, and it is slightly curved and longer. Well, look at the handle again. It’s even more different from the Central Plains style.”

The rat spirit walked up to Liu Guozhang, pointing the folding fan at the knife without restraint.

"In my opinion, it should be a big food businessman who wanted to donate to a certain nobleman of our dynasty, so he made it according to the standard knives of our dynasty. However, these barbarians confused Song knives, Liao knives and Japanese knives all together. , coupled with their own knife forging skills, finally forged this knife.

If my guess is correct, this knife has a pattern like snowflakes and is made of Dashi's famous iron. Boy, I'm right, but I'm still wrong! "

Liu Guozhang did not answer, but directly took off the lancet, held it with both hands, and slowly pulled out the blade with his right hand.

The rat spirit looked at it greedily.

The blade is gray, with silvery white patterns all over it. It looks chaotic and colorful, but if you look closely, it looks like a hundred flowers blooming in a garden, each with its own beauty.

Gorgeous and dazzling!
  The mouse spirit's eyes almost popped out, he kept swallowing his saliva and asked in a high voice.

"Does this sword have a name?"

"It was originally nameless, but I gave it a name."

"What name?"

"Hundred Blossoms Slash!"

"What a name! The blade of the sword is like a hundred flowers blooming, and when you cut it down, it is like a hundred flowers slicing your body. It has artistic conception and is worthy of this knife. Boy, I am willing to pay you five hundred dollars to buy this knife from you!"

"Five hundred strings, less!"

"How much more do you want to add?"

"Add your head!"

The mouse spirit trembled and jumped back a few steps. A pair of mouse eyes stared at Liu Guozhang.

"You idiot, you are so courageous. You actually dare to commit murder with a sharp weapon at the feet of the Emperor!"

"Haha, then you give it a try and see if Wang Fa comes faster or your head falls faster." Liu Guozhang put away the knife and said with a smile.

"Boy, who are you? You are too arrogant!"

"You haven't seen how arrogant I really am. Do you want to see me?"

"Yameni, yameni!" A man emerged from the crowd, "Tell the yameni that we have found Xu Xiniang's family."

"Ah, I finally found it. These two bitches really don't know a good heart!" The rat spirit stretched out his hands and shook the wide cuffs.

"Come here, bring them to the Yamen!" The rat spirit shouted majestically and glanced at Liu Guozhang.

"Yes, Ya Nei!"

After a while, several young servants dragged up an old man and a mother and daughter.

"You are such an ungrateful family! The head of your family is gone, and I kindly loaned you money to buy a coffin and bury it in a glorious place. Then I ran away without even saying a word of thanks!

What’s the point! "

The rat spirit held up its long front, as if squatting rather than standing, and roared loudly. Mother and daughter hugged each other and just cried. The mother is about thirty years old, wearing a Jingchai cloth skirt, and has a good looks. My daughter is thirteen or fourteen years old. She is very smart and colorful.

An old couple is an old couple, in their fifties and sixties, with gray hair.

The old man rushed forward and kept kowtowing: "My lord, please forgive me! We are just raising money to pay back the lord, we don't want to run away."

"Pay back the money? Do I want you to pay back the money?"

The father-in-law just kowtowed and said: "Sir, you said that you are a colleague of my elder brother and you want to help me. We believed it, but we didn't expect that the senior official wanted to use my daughter to pay for it. Senior official, I will wait. Even if I die, I will not use my granddaughter to offset the debt. Senior official, you are pitiful and pitiful, she is only thirteen years old."

"So what if you are thirteen years old? Empress Mingda was also favored by the officials at the age of thirteen, and was named a Master Attendant. Finally, she was given a posthumous gift to the empress. It was a great blessing.

Your little girl is just right. When you enter my Yang family, you will eat delicious food and drink hot food, never touch the spring water with your fingers, and enjoy endless glory and wealth. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to reach heaven in one step? "

"Don't even think about it! Your Changhua Yang Jiedushi Residence is filthy and smelly. Any good daughter who goes in will not be ravaged and forced to do things worse than pigs and dogs. Even if I die, I will not send my little girl to you. That wolf den.”

The mother hugged her daughter, trembling all over, and shouted loudly.

The mouse spirit's face changed instantly, and it became gloomy. A pair of mouse eyes stared at the mother and daughter.

"It's not that easy if you want to die. Seeing how beautiful you still are, I'll take you back and make you a meat bed."

"who!"

A group of people broke in and interrupted the rat spirit.

I saw about a dozen young people pushing past the evil slaves and walking in. The leader was a man in his mid-twenties, tall and with long hands. He was wearing a jacket, long trousers, and a footless turban on his head.

"Yang Yanei, we are Xu Dalang's old friends. We collected the money that his family owed you and returned it to Yang Yanei."

The rat spirit sneered a few times, "Where's the asshole isn't clamped properly? If you bugs come out, you're going to hug me and beat me up!"

"Yang Yanei, you must kill to pay for your life, and you must pay for your debts! We will repay the money that the Xu family owes you, why bother with insulting words!" the leading man said while holding back his anger.

"Repay, what can I pay back? The Xu family owes me two thousand guan, can you still afford it? Why don't you sell your butthole and make up for it, haha, haha!" The mouse spirit raised his head and laughed, with a sharp and strange voice. , creepy.

"Nonsense, our family only took you a hundred guan, where did you get 2,000 guan!"

The mother's eyes were red and she yelled crazily.

"I said two thousand guans, just two thousand guans. With my uncle's name, no one from Kaifeng Prefecture, Zhongshu Province, or all the government officials in the world would dare to deny it. Haha, hahaha! What can you do to me?"

The mother hugged her daughter and cried desperately.

The old man and his wife kowtowed repeatedly until their foreheads were covered with blood. They just shouted: "Bodhisattva, Guanyin, Buddha, please save us."

The leading man shouted angrily: "Yang Shutou, you are just the distant nephew of Ambassador Yang, helping to meddle in some foreign affairs. Everyone looked at the respectful face of Ambassador Yang and called you Yameni. You really think of yourself as a servant. You're in the government office! You bully others with your power and act tyrannically. Our chief executive is not afraid of you!"

"Long Guild? Haha, aren't they just a group of dogs from the Wuyou Gang? The Wuyou Gang are the dogs of Gao Yanei. You dog slaves who are dog slaves and slaves! How dare you bare your teeth in front of this Yameni!"

The rat spirit held up his clothes and crossed his legs, as if he wanted to urinate in the street, and cursed at the man with a footless futou.

"Our guild is just a name under the Wuyou Gang. It has nothing to do with it." The leading man said with a dark face.

"Just to show my name, you are not a bunch of dog slaves! They have the ability to bite my balls! Come on! Come on!"

The man in the lead was so angry that his face turned purple. He was about to step forward, but was held tightly from both sides.

"Qilang, don't be rash. Although he is just a vicious dog, he is the dog in Yang Shixiang's house. We don't fight with each other on weekdays and have nothing to do with each other. If you beat him today, you will be beating Yang Shixiang's face. That is What a huge disaster!”

The rat spirit went crazy for a while, and the people from the Chang Guild did not dare to come forward. He became even more proud, spat at the other side with contempt, turned around and ordered: "Come here, take these mother and daughter away." Go back to your home, I need to teach you a lot in my office, and then I can present it to my uncle. Haha, haha!"

The evil slaves shouted loudly and started to pull the mother and daughter away.

The two of them hugged each other with the old couple, weeping and crying, their grief and sorrow was unbearable.

More than ten people from the Chang Guild stood on one side, their faces all red and purple from holding back, their fists clenched, and it was difficult to say a word.

Hundreds of people gathered around, and more than a dozen sedans, mule carts, and ox carts were parked. Everyone was filled with indignation, but they did not dare to speak out.

Liu Guozhang was happy on the sidelines. On the first day he entered Kaifeng City, he met the original bullies and gangsters.

(End of this chapter)