20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 200
In the northern boundary of Fengtian City, if they want to talk about something at noon, nine out of ten young and old men will meet at Liuming Tea House.

This is a place where rumors and rumors interact.

Three religions and nine streams, five elements and eight works, gathered together in one place, whether it was as big as the current situation in the world or as small as the rise and fall of vegetable prices, as long as you have a sharp ear and a diligent mouth, you can definitely get an explanation. However, it depends on whether you can eliminate the false and preserve the true. Personal opinions and judgments.

After winter comes, a small shed selling boiling water is often set up in front of the Liuming Tea House. The iron pot is burning black, and the steam never stops. Come here, give me a penny and drink some hot water to keep away the cold, that's enough.

Before entering the teahouse, regular customers always stop and look at the posts on the door to see what advertisements are there today, what programs are there, whether they are storytelling or drum singing, and weigh it in their minds before stepping in.

If you want to watch a show, go in and turn left; if you are not afraid of strangers and love chattering, go in and run to the right; if you want to hang out with friends and want to talk about some dirty things, go up to the second floor and open a private room.

What is the personality of a trumpet mouth?

He knew from imagination that as soon as he entered the door, he turned right, found an empty seat and sat down. Regardless of whether he had one or not, he chatted with the waiter for a long time.

Finally, the waiter couldn't listen anymore. He took a chance and raised his hand to interrupt and asked: "Sir, I see your lips are white. How about we take a look at the order first and you moisturize your throat first?" Say more?"

Trumpet Mouth reluctantly ordered a bowl of black tea.

Although Hu Xiaoyan had said that there was no need to save on food and drink, but given the current situation, he did not dare to be extravagant and wasteful.

After ordering tea, the waiter immediately ran away.

Seeing that there was no one he knew around, Xiaoxiao Zui felt a little disappointed. After sitting like this for a while - actually only two or three minutes - he finally couldn't bear it anymore and started chatting with the neighbors at the left and right tables.

The teahouse owner walked around the tables, pouring water for people and kindly reminding everyone not to talk about state affairs.

If we can't talk about state affairs, we can only talk about recent news.

Everyone here is just chatting and having fun, chatting here and there, but the topic inevitably comes back to the struggle for fame and fortune among the three Fengtian families.

The two old brothers at the next table were whispering and chatting happily, but unfortunately they were overheard by the loudmouth.

The old man with the beard sighed with emotion and said: "I see, the old Bai family is completely screwed this time. Against Zhou Yunfu, Old Baitou was tortured to death by Hai Lao Owl and the others. In less than two months, Bai Guoping is here again." He's dead. I heard that the young aunt in charge of the Bai family now has no control over people, and the gang will have to be disbanded sooner or later."

The companion next to him, wearing a melon skin hat, asked: "Is Bai Guoping really dead? I never heard of a funeral in his family!"

"Can this be false? I heard that early that morning, before dawn, there was a knock on the door at the Bai family's outer house. When I opened it, I saw Bai Guoping's head hanging on the door beam. Was it scary? "

"Is there such a thing? This guy is acting like a ghost trying to kill himself."

"What a devil is asking for your life!"

The bearded brother pretended to be sophisticated, glanced at the shopkeeper secretly, and lowered his voice: "You don't know, do you? Bai Guoping... you don't understand, right? Didn't you read the news about the deserted Falun Temple in the newspaper?"

"Huh? And what about this?"

The old man with a beard snorted: "What's weird about this? Their family does business for the Japanese, and the Japanese are related to the unrest in the South. Think about it, hey, there are traces of this!"

Trumpet Zui couldn't sit still anymore. He held the tea bowl and moved closer to the side. He asked with a smile: "You two are not online, right?"

The two brothers looked wary, looked up and down, and then asked: "Why do you ask?"

"Hey! Don't be nervous, let's chat! The eldest son of our family - ah - that Bai Guoping, he has nothing to do with the Qing Party! However, this old man is right about one thing , he did die in the deserted temple of Falun Temple, and was killed by his enemies. Oh my gosh, you don’t know, that night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, no, no, no, the moon was quite round that night, I listened to the book Too much, I said I confided in my mouth, but actually that day..."

"Wait, wait!"

Guapimao quickly interrupted: "Brother, don't go off topic. Who was killed and how?"

The companion said impatiently: "Don't listen to his nonsense, what I said is the truth."

"Hey! What's the truth!" Trumpet Mouth said with an angry look on his face, "I saw it with my own eyes at that time, how can it be false? Really, buddy, if I tell a lie, I will be struck by lightning when I go out. , I don’t swear easily, I’ve only done it twice since I was a child, no, it should be three times, no, no, no...”

"Hey, hey, don't go off topic, let's get down to business! Who is it?"

"You've got to ask the right person!" Trumpet Mouth said proudly, "The person who took action is the son of 'Owl'."

"Who is it?" Guapimao asked.

The bearded brother frowned: "I know that boy, his name seems to be Jiang Xiaodao, right?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, brother, do you want your life?"

Immediately afterwards, Trumpet Mouth retold the case of the deserted Falun Temple on a full moon night to the two people in front of them.

He was talking so much that he was talking happily, and as he talked, the people around him gradually gathered around him.

However, he was a man who spoke from his own thoughts. Whenever he thought of something, someone had to be by his side to guide him back to the topic.

He could clearly explain it in just a few words, but he was left talking for more than an hour.

In the meantime, there were those impatient and impatient passers-by who listened to a few words without beginning and then left with the half-truth and half-false rumors.

It wasn't until Xiaozui drank the tea into boiled water that the dispute between the rivers and lakes was finally over.

Someone then asked, "According to what you said, Bai Baochen was also killed by Jiang Xiaodao?"

"Of course!" Trumpet Mouth vowed, "otherwise, why would Bai Guoping bring people to find him in the middle of the night? Is it possible that he can still go there to burn incense and worship Buddha? The Falun Temple is burnt now, you didn't see it..."

"Stop, stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, did you see Jiang Xiaodao kill Bai Baochen with your own eyes?"

"Uh...that's not the case?" Trumpet Mouth was not willing to be restrained, but said, "This brother, you are not online at first sight. How can you leave people with excuses when you do dirty things? I Let me tell you..."

"Don't say it yet!" Someone else asked, "Then you saw Jiang Xiaodao kill Bai Guoping?"

"This... actually doesn't exist either."

When Bai Guoping was beheaded by Jiang Xiaodao, Trumpet Mouth was still in the temple and was not taken out by Gong Baonan and others.

"Did you only see half of the story? There is no evidence at all. According to what you said, there is nothing wrong with me saying that it was the young master of the Su family who did it!"

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but nod their heads, and even felt that it would be more credible to pin these things on Su Wenqi. After all, he was at least a young master.

Zhou and Bai are fighting, and the Su family is fishing in troubled waters, all of which make sense.

As for Jiang Xiaodao, even those who have heard of him only think of him as an idle young man.

But how could the trumpet mouth be willing to be defeated verbally? He immediately argued: "What's the matter? If you didn't see it, it didn't happen? Everyone, has anyone seen the 'Owl' kill someone with your own eyes? Have you seen it? Or have you seen it? Passed? That’s fine, no one has seen it, so..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside the crowd.

The audience turned their heads to look, and it turned out that the gentleman who was telling stories was not happy.

The old gentleman wrapped a white folding fan and a piece of wood with a handkerchief, his face turned purple, he rushed over with a drooping face, slapped the table and asked: "Which kid on the wild road is really trying to mess with me, isn't he?"

"Who ruined your situation? Why don't I just chatter here?"

"Stop farting! Come out and I'll talk to you!"

"You can fight with whomever you like. If you have the ability, you can ask me, Brother Dao!"

Trumpet Zui stood up, looked sideways at the sky outside, and felt that the time was almost here, so he did not dare to delay any more, and immediately walked out of the teahouse on his own, heading towards the teahouse in Daxiguan.

No need to guess. When we got there, we went back and forth and talked about this trivial matter.

The trumpet mouth couldn't help but be amused. When he heard someone talking about the situation of the Bai family, he couldn't help but step forward and say a few words.

Because Fengtian City West is close to the railway, commercial port, and Xiaoxiguan, there is a lot of news, but it is not as detailed as what he, a person who has experienced it, knows.

This guy held a big mouth and sat for two hours in four big teahouses in the southeast, northwest and northwest of the provincial capital - well, the rumor that Jiang Xiaodao killed the Bai family father and son in anger spread little by little.

But Trumpet Mouth was just talking. He had neither seen it with his own eyes nor had any conclusive evidence, and the patrol camp had already determined the matter.After hearing this vernacular, everyone was confused and confused.

And this happens to be Hu Xiaoyan's most ideal effect - deterrence, which comes from imagination.

If you meet an old man on the street, no one will be afraid of him. However, if someone says that this man is not easy to mess with, whether what he says is true or false, the listener must think more carefully in his heart.

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That night, Han Xinyuan kept a low profile and stayed alone. When "Huifangli" was about to close, he came here and met with several of his former brothers.

Dachapot Fulong and Han Xinyuan have worked together for many years, and they have a friendship, so of course there is no obstacle.

We led seven or eight brothers to a corner in the hall, placed some snacks for teething, and placed two jars of wine.

Turn out the chandelier and light the candle.

The big teapot Fulong asked softly: "You guys eat slowly and chat slowly, and try to keep your voice down so as not to disturb the guests. If anything happens, call me at any time."

Han Xinyuan nodded and said apologetically: "Fulong, you have been busy all day. Go to bed quickly. I will leave after just a few words."

"Hey! Brother Yuan, why are you leaving! Weren't you just watching the show here before? How come you're out here after a few days?"

"I won't stay if I have something else to do later."

"Good good."

Fulong briefly greeted him, then yawned, stood up and left.

The candlelight on the table flickered twice, and several brothers hurriedly poured wine for Han Xinyuan.

"Brother Yuan, seriously, when are you coming back?"

"Yes, how long has it been since you went out to do errands with Sister Hong, Hai Lao Owl and the others? It's been almost two months, right?"

"Isn't that right? Sister Hong is still being held captive by the Japanese. If you don't come back, everyone will have no backbone."

"Last night, the kiln girl named Zhao Lingchun just ran away secretly and she hasn't been found yet. If she keeps going like this, Huifangli will soon be a yellow shop."

"That's right! Brother Yuan, you can't let us brothers be yelled at by that turtle man Fulong!"

After saying this, everyone snickered in a low voice, both self-deprecating and helpless.

As a confidant of "Chuan'erhong", Han Xinyuan was often reused, and he had quite a bit of prestige among the younger brothers watching the show.

Hearing people complaining like this, Han Xinyuan also smiled and said, "Stop saying that, keep your voice down!"

"Brother Yuan, what we are telling is the truth and what is in our heart!"

Han Xinyuan nodded slightly and said softly: "Tell me the truth, Sister Hong was released a few days ago."

"Ah? When did it happen, and who contributed?" Everyone was surprised and happy, "Then since Sister Hong has been released, why didn't she come back quickly?"

"I don't know why I didn't come back. Maybe I was recovering from my injuries. After all, I fell into the hands of the Japs and I must have suffered a lot." Han Xinyuan continued, "However, I know who helped get Sister Hong out. He is the son of 'Owl', do you all have an impression?"

"Of course I have an impression. Didn't we just meet last night?"

"Brother Yuan, please stop making trouble! Isn't Brother Hai's son just Jiang Xiaodao? I know he's been promoted to the top two every day. He doesn't have a proper form, and he doesn't seem to have much ability."

"No, last night, didn't you see him calling the people in the patrol camp brothers? Maybe Brother Hai has paved the way for his son."

"Hey! Let's close the door and speak our own language. I always regard that boy as the second Han Ce!"

"That's different. Han Ce was completely spoiled. I heard that Jiang Xiaodao was tortured by Brother Hai a lot. By the way, I also heard today that he was the one who killed Bai Baochen after a long quarrel. I always thought that he was the one who killed Bai Baochen. It was Brother Six or Brother Seven who did it!"

Han Xinyuan shook his head with a smile, raised his glass, and said, "Don't doubt it. I've seen it all during this period. I can only say that Brother Hai is indeed very discerning. He didn't accept this son to support him until his death."

Everyone immediately picked up their wine glasses and banged them in circles.

When he put the glass down again, someone suggested: "I don't care about the Bai family's affairs, but if Jiang Xiaodao really helped, for Sister Hong's sake, we should also find an opportunity to thank them."

"Pull him down!" Someone else retorted, "Don't be so high-profile. Sister Hong is Jiang Xiaodao's aunt in terms of seniority. If he doesn't save her, who will?"

Several brothers were talking quietly while eating.

After pouring three or two cups into his stomach, Han Xinyuan finally got to the point when the atmosphere became harmonious.

"Brothers, if you can trust my judgment, I will tell you the truth. Jiang Xiaodao is climbing up now. He needs money and connections. You saw it last night, and you can still To rescue Sister Hong from the Japanese, we have to resort to violence, use knives and guns, and now we have ten beards on our hands, as well as Sixth Brother and Seventh Brother to help..."

Before he finished speaking, someone guessed his intention.

"Brother Yuan, what do you mean? You want to say - let us brothers follow Jiang Xiaodao from now on?"

The crowd laughed.

"Stop making trouble. The Bai family is down now. In the future, Fengtian, why don't you say it to the old man? That boy is about the same age as us. How can he fight with the old man?"

"How many years can the old man live?" Han Xinyuan asked seriously, "Is it possible that you want to follow Han Ce in the future?"

Several brothers stopped their chopsticks and were quiet for a while, then said, "Then let's wait until the day when the old man is gone!"

"Brother Yuan, when the time comes, I would rather hang out with you."

"Yes, why do we have to follow Jiang Xiaodao? Don't we still have Sister Hong? She won't come back sooner or later?"

Everyone's reaction is not surprising.

"I'm doing it for your own good." Han Xinyuan put down the cup in his hand, "If you want to fight Jiang Xiaodao, that's fine, but based on my understanding of him, I can only say that you must not lose."

"If you lose, you'll get shot!" Someone said nonchalantly, "They've all come out to fool around. Who wouldn't be frightened? Can they still eat us alive?"

It was originally just a joke, but after seeing Jiang Xiaodao and others' beard style with his own eyes, Han Xinyuan replied very seriously: "If he feels it is necessary, then it is possible."

"Hey! Brother Yuan, I hear what you mean, are you really planning to hang out with him?"

Han Xinyuan nodded: "As you just said, he is the eldest nephew of the shopkeeper. It is natural to have this relationship. Moreover, it is him who the Bai family is begging for now, and it is he who the Su family wants to join forces with. Let's If you hang out with him now, you will be considered a member of the team. If Jiang Xiaodao takes a step forward, all of us will follow suit. If you continue to follow Han Ce, even if you win against Jiang Xiaodao, how much change will there be?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, thinking quietly for a moment.

"Brother Yuan, I really didn't mean to tease you. This matter... is a bit sudden. How about you let us think about it again?"

There are also people who, after some persuasion, feel alive in their hearts.

"Hey! I'm not familiar with Jiang Xiaodao. I don't know what he is like, but I believe in Brother Yuan. If Brother Yuan says he's good at it, then I'll accept that!"

"I think so. In fact, the old man has not been doing well in the past few years. 'Drawing Wind' is dead, 'Owl' is dead, 'Chun'erhong' was captured by the Japanese, and he didn't even fart, and the tree moved to death. , when people move around, it’s time to be flexible.”

"Oh! Let me tell you, whether you continue to follow the old man and Han Ce, or follow Sister Hong, Brother Yuan, or Jiang Xiaodao--it's all fine! It's better than being commanded by Mr. Turtle!"

Everyone snickered again.

On their side, everyone was talking, expressing their opinions and secretly arguing. In addition, the lights were dim and the drunken eyes were hazy. No one noticed for a while. In the shadow at the bottom of the stairs, the big teapot Fulong was glaring at them fiercely, teeth clenched. The bite makes a "rattling" sound...

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