serious man in the red chamber

Chapter 227
It's the end of the year, and the restaurants in the east and west cities are ushering in the busiest peak season. Since noon, many restaurants in the east city have put up "full customers" signs on their doors.

At a short time, more than [-] men in military uniforms came to Dongshi Street. The people surrounded by them were Jia Lian, Xue Pan, and Jia Heng. This group of people were all officers under Jia Heng. There were many soldiers entering the city. There were very few people who were really willing to spend money in the eastern and western cities. Either the middle-level generals entertained their officers and cronies, or people like Yang Dayong who fed the whole family by themselves came out for pure enjoyment.

The news of the entry of soldiers from the Yongwei Battalion had already shocked the whole city, and there were waiters standing in front of the restaurants that were not fully booked, and they all greeted Jia Lian and his party with smiles on their faces: "Please, generals!"

Jia Lian glanced at him, and casually pointed to a family: "Let's just go to this one." A group of people walked over.

The waiter immediately greeted Jia Lian with a smile on his face, and said to Jia Lian: "There are still five or six tables vacant in the hall, and they are all close together, which is just convenient for you." As he said, he gave up his hand.

Everyone walked in, there were already dozens of people sitting in the hall, all men in military uniforms, someone who recognized Jia Lian quickly stood up.

Jia Lian smiled and shook her hand.

Xue Pan spoke: "Is there a big box upstairs?"

Hearing this, the waiter immediately apologized with a smile: "I'm really sorry, the biggest box in the shop can only seat about ten people."

One of the chief executives said to Jia Heng: "Accompany Mr. Jia upstairs to the private room. The lowly staff can stay in this hall. There is no need to waste it like this."

Everyone nodded.

Jia Heng thought for a while, and said to the waiter: "Good wine and good food, don't worry about the money."

"I'll treat you to this meal!"

Xue Pan took out a silver ticket from his sleeve and slapped it on the waiter's bosom, and said loudly: "From now on, I will take care of your restaurant, as long as the brothers from the Yongwei Camp come, just pay attention to the good wine and good food. I'll pay the money. Do you think it's enough?"

The waiter looked at the 1000 taels of silver bills, and said repeatedly: "Enough! Enough!" Then he raised his head and shouted upstairs, "Three, upstairs private room, please!" Turning around and shouting loudly: " Serve good wine and good food to the generals!"

Xue Pan pointed to those tables: "It's the same over there."

The waiter immediately responded loudly: "Don't worry."

Xue Pan clasped his hands together: "Brothers, eat and drink well, today I will treat you."

The group of people had already stood up one after another, looking at Jia Lian.

Jia Lian said with a smile: "This is Uncle Xue, you just take his favor."

Everyone clasped their hands together and saluted: "Thank you, Mr. Xue!"

Xue Pan smiled and said, "That's all. Don't be polite, please feel free. Brother Lian, brother Heng, please!" As he spoke, he gave up his hands and accompanied Jia Lian and Jia Heng to the private room on the second floor.

The guys handed out dishes, and soon it became lively, and the sound of punching and ordering could be heard clearly on the street.

On the street, a patrolling censor came over with a group of patrolling soldiers. Hearing the noise from the restaurant, a dark cloud floated over his face. He snorted coldly and walked forward slowly.

More than a dozen soldiers reeking of alcohol came out from the opposite restaurant, humming a tune: "Young friend, you want to kill me, so I just arrived today. I'm so happy, Lian Yi'er is hugging me."

The street patrol censor turned cold, and spat at the soldiers: "Dirty things!"

The soldiers who were not far away had obviously heard it, stopped in their tracks, turned around together, and looked at the Xunjie Yushi.

The street patrolling soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, each of them standing in place, not daring to move.

The street patrol censor was also shocked.

The people on the side of the road crowded over excitedly, waiting to watch the play.

At this moment, another group of soldiers came out of the restaurant, also reeking of alcohol, humming a tune, slightly startled when they saw this, and then shouted: "Let's go quickly. We should go back after buying something."

Seeing the soldiers walking away, the patrolling soldiers felt relieved. Seeing that the patrolling censor was still in a daze, a soldier leader hurried forward and whispered: "My lord, I'm gone."

The street patrol censor came back to his senses and let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and everyone looked around.

A middle-aged man dressed as a restaurant manager ran over and shouted: "My lord, the soldiers of the Yongwei Battalion got drunk and started fighting with the customers in the restaurant!"

"Oh?"

The street patrol censor immediately regained his spirits, and said loudly, "It's worth it! Come on, lead the way!" Then he followed the steward and walked over.

A group of street patrol soldiers hurriedly followed.

In the private room on the second floor, the table was already covered with cups and plates.

Jia Lian, Jia Heng and Xue Pan were sitting there, the three of them were already drunk.

Jia Heng put the wine glass on the table and sighed: "I really regret it! I lost the promotion opportunity I got."

Xue Pan was taken aback: "What's going on?"

Jia Heng's face darkened: "You don't know, I should lead the soldiers to ambush in the tent in the first battle of Guanting, because of a moment of hesitation, the red lottery was taken away by Brother Yun."

Xue Pan turned his gaze to Jia Lian, and Jia Lian smiled. He had heard from Jia Hu about this matter. Generally, in less important battles, Jia Hu would draw lots to select a child of the Jia family to go to obtain military exploits. It was Jia Heng who drew the red lottery, but he asked Jia Yun to draw first, and Jia Yun was promoted to the guerrilla general by virtue of his military exploits.

Xue Pan filled up the wine for Jia Heng, and then filled up the wine for himself: "It's over, don't think about it anymore. Look at me. Look forward." After speaking, he drank the wine in the glass .

Jia Heng smiled wryly, did not speak, but drank the wine.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a snap!
The Baizong rushed in like a gust of wind, and said to Jia Lian: "Something happened. The brothers in the riding camp fought with others in the restaurant in front of them, and were bumped into by the patrolling censor."

Jia Lian was startled and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

Na Baizong: "I heard that the other party provoked first, but those people's identities don't seem to be simple, they don't seem to be officials, but the attitude of the patrolling censor is very respectful."

Jia Lian's complexion changed, and he stood up: "Go, have a look." Then he went straight out.

Both Xue Pan and Jia Heng were shocked, and hurriedly followed them out.

The street was already full of people.

Among the crowd, Ni Er got out, stopped Jia Lian, and said in a low voice, "Those young people are the children of the Kong family of the Southern Sect, and they came here deliberately to find fault."

"Oh?"

Jia Lian's eyes flashed, and he asked, "What's going on?"

Ni Eryi pointed to the restaurant diagonally opposite with the signboard "Food is the sky": "That is the property of Yizhong County Prince's Mansion. Those young Kongs used to eat wine at the food, but for some reason they brought their servants here. home restaurant.

Not long after sitting down, he began to make provocative words. It was very difficult to hear that the people in Yongweiying were all inhuman butchers, their hands were stained with the blood of the people, and they said that Yongweiying was holding the money looted from the people of Hefei. Money is here to eat, drink and enjoy, it is not as good as animals.”

"Fart!" Jia Lian blurted out the vulgar words in a panic.

Ni Er went on to say: "These people seem to want to die at the hands of the cavalry soldiers."

Jia Lian understood, and said to Jia Heng, "Go to the camp immediately, hurry up!" As he spoke, he squeezed in.

The hall of the restaurant was in a mess, the floor was full of smashed dishes, cups and plates, and wine and food spilled all over the floor.

More than a dozen soldiers from the cavalry battalion stood there, all staring at the children of the Kong family who were guarded by the patrolling soldiers.

More than a dozen young servants rolled and wailed in pain on the ground, and the injuries on their bodies were all serious.

The street patrolling soldiers held the handles of their knives tightly and looked nervously at the cavalry battalion soldiers opposite.

The street patrol censor turned pale with shock.

The disciples of the Kong family held their heads up and looked at the soldiers of the cavalry battalion provocatively.

(End of this chapter)