My book friend Long Aotian

Chapter 193: Distribute eggs!

What's at the pier?
Canal worker.

Thousands of canal workers belonging to Yunhuatang of the Canal Gang!
Upon hearing the news, Ma Ling and the other man jumped up in shock.

Taoist Ling looked at Ma Fulong in shock: "Does he really know nothing?"

If he had known, he would have reported it to Lintai and brought in reinforcements long ago!

——Ma Fulong wanted to say this.

But if not, another fact would have grabbed his throat, leaving him speechless with fear.

If Li Bailong, without knowing anything about the Constellation Plan, had tried to clear Xiaogu's shame and restore her reputation based on his own motives and reasons, and even directly spread this trend of thought to the canal workers in Huazhou, so that the canal workers would begin to sympathize with and even recognize Xiaogu...

So that's it.

fate.

He trembled. The unknowable and unavoidable fate smiled cruelly at him, mocking his useless efforts, despising his incompetence and hypocrisy, and watching him cry and beg helplessly.

Just like eight years ago.

Everything he did was leading to that destined fate.

Ma Fulong suddenly let out a wild howl.

This frightened the informant, who only saw the hall master approaching like a lone wolf in desperate situation, with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour his flesh and blood. He asked word by word: "Where is Li Bailong?"

It was the first time that the leader saw the hall master lose his composure like this, and he said in panic: "Feng, Fengping Wharf..."

After getting the answer, Ma Fulong was about to rush out.

With a flash of his body, Ling Dao Ren stood in front of him. He sensed the murderous aura from his boss.

"Master, calm down, you are confused."

Ma Fulong hissed, “Get out of the way.”

Taoist Ling had a calm expression. He really had lost all his fear. He waved his hand and asked the leader to leave. After the leader left, he asked, "Are you going to fight Li Bailong to the death? If so, please transfer all the power of the hall master to me, so as to avoid being defeated and causing trouble for Lord Yun."

Ma Fulong's eyes flickered, and he calmed down a little, saying stiffly: "No, I know my limits."

"It's hard to say." Ling Dao Ren said bluntly, "Even if you don't know how to do it when you just met, Li Bailong can provoke you to take action with just a few words... He is the best at this."

"..."

It was hard to argue with, but the insane rage was already taking over the body.

One fact is extremely clear.

Li Bailong is pushing his sister-in-law into a desperate situation.

This arrogant guy knows nothing and understands nothing.

But... my aunt actually believed this idiot!

Ma Fulong gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want me to watch helplessly? Li Bailong not only wrote that kind of article, but also directly reached out to the Cao Gang, trying to directly reverse her reputation..."

As he said this, his expression became more and more crazy.

If he could really accomplish this and make the Cao Gang members recognize his sister-in-law, then the right time, right place and right people would make it happen.

If Lord Yun did not change his mind, then Ma Fulong did not drive the little girl away, but let her occupy that position, which would be a poor performance and would greatly affect the destiny plan.

If Mr. Yun changes his mind, then my little aunt’s fate... will be fixed at that moment.

"You've lost your composure."

Taoist Ling frowned and said, "How can it be so easy!"

Ma Fulong's expression moved, revealing a hopeful look.

Deputy Commander Yun Hua glanced at his boss and couldn't help but feel contempt. This man had been frightened by Li Bailong and subconsciously thought that the man could do everything... How ridiculous.

You are just like Li Bailong, high and mighty. How can things be so simple?
He said calmly, "The master is of noble birth and doesn't know the situation below. I was the one who took on the heavy responsibility at the beginning. What Li Bailong wrote is long and boring. It seems to make sense, but only women with nothing to do will read it. What are the canal workers of our canal gang like? They work hard, eat, and sleep every day. How can they think about arranged marriages? How can they be too lazy to care about Miss Ma's affairs?"

When Taoist Ling said this, a look of ridicule appeared on his face.

I don't know what you are laughing at.

"Only hard laborers know that after a day's work, you only have the energy to survive. Who has the patience to listen to Miss Ma and the legend of turning into a butterfly, old chickens taking off their pants, and young women seducing men? These are what hard laborers like to hear. Is Miss Ma miserable? How is she compared to the men who carry bags and work hard every day?"

That’s why we have to keep climbing up.

To join the Constellation Project, you need a seat on Yun Gong's new ship.

Ma Fulong was very displeased when he heard him say this, but Ling Daoist's firm words gave him some confidence: "Even Li Bailong can't do this!"

Master Ma was indeed much calmer.

He thought for a moment and said, "...I still want to go and take a look!"

"Please do as you please." Ling Dao Ren didn't care. "I said this to the hall master only because I hope you won't be impulsive and make mistakes. If you fight with him again, the consequences will be unpredictable. After all, this time, Miss Ma is here."

As he said this, he walked over to the corpses in the hall, gathered his Qi into ice, and froze the flesh and blood on the walls and the ground to pre-process the corpses.

Ma Fulong was stunned for a moment, then turned and left.

"Come here, bring a shovel and a bucket." Ling Daoist called his subordinates and instructed them, "Call me when the hall master leaves."

The subordinate was at a loss: "Didn't the hall master just go out?"

Taoist Ling did not answer, but showed a mocking look.

After his subordinates left, Ling Daoist gathered Han Linsong's frozen brains together, stood up and shook his hands, muttering to himself: "Damn it, the fate constellation is fine, but is this destiny real?"

This strange incident involving Miss Ma not only made Ma Fulun even more insane, but also made him somewhat suspicious... This was indeed a bit of a coincidence.

It seems as if there is someone controlling all this.

He pondered for a moment and snorted, "Thinking carefully, what Li Bailong did was reasonable. He stood up for his Seventh Uncle because it was the moral code of the sect. He went directly to the Caogong to speak out because he was a troublemaker... These are just coincidences."

"If he can really accomplish this impossible task, then that's fate."

In the quiet room at the back hall of Yunhua, Ma Fulong's eyes were red and he prostrated himself on the ground.

"Brother Wan Yunlong."

He knelt and begged in the most humble manner, his pious heart reaching its highest peak in the past eight years. Even though he had long regarded the ancestor as a rigid clay puppet, the imprint of the ancestor was imprinted in his blood and his childhood and branded in his mind. When faced with an inexplicable situation of despair, he would subconsciously pray to the altar in the deepest part of his heart.

"Help……"

He prayed with all his might: "I want to protect my aunt. I want her to stay away from danger and disputes..."

Although he was comforted by Master Ling, his vigilance and fear of Li Bailong did not diminish.

Li Bailong’s plan must not be allowed to succeed.

We must not allow the people in Yunhua Hall to change their views on my aunt... We cannot take any risk at all.

Therefore, we must pray to the divine power of the ancestors.

——But what kind of power should I pray for to be bestowed upon me?

Big brother Wan Yunlong would not give him the strength to blow up Li Bailong with one punch.

Because the cup throwing restrictions for actively killing people are the most. He will not be given the power to "make the girl leave obediently with three sentences".

Because his aunt's position is very high, he cannot easily influence her.

In the current situation, once again, he can only pray...

"Speaking cleverly."

This is for my sister-in-law's safety and happiness.

——Therefore, we must call on gang members not to listen to Li Bailong’s instigation.

This is for the future and glory of the Cao Gang.

——Therefore, we must find ways to force the sister-in-law away so that the plan can proceed smoothly.

He tossed the cup nervously.

Once, twice, three times.

One level, two levels, three levels.

Wan Yunlong gave the result and he slowly smiled.

Fengping Wharf is located in the west of Huazhou City. It is one of the three major freight wharves in the city. It is surrounded by workshop areas with intensive logistics traffic. Thousands of workers can work at the same time every day.

A large number of people who do heavy manual labor gather here. After a day's work, they are exhausted and their bodies and minds are in urgent need of comfort. Therefore, various service industries concentrated here are open almost all day.

There is the aspect of food and clothing, and there is also the aspect of desire.

The product contents are fast food and fast food.

After all, the customer base is dock workers.

In addition, there are also herbal tea shops where you can enjoy the river breeze, and a bowl of liquor shop with a street counter where you can pour and drink immediately. The shops with the longest queues are often the ones that also do massage and bone-loosening. There are also comedy theaters where you can spend a little money to lie on a recliner and watch plays and laugh for a while.

Many canal workers went in just for the comfort of lying down and being served.

Smart businessmen provide such services - allowing cattle and horses to briefly experience the happiness of their masters.

The canal workers spend their days eating, sleeping, making money and enjoying themselves. For them, making money is for survival, and enjoying themselves is to ensure that they are still alive.

Even if the so-called enjoyment is nothing more than low-quality wine, the seductive eyes of old prostitutes, pancakes that are one cent cheaper than elsewhere, and any other cheap or even free things.

And today, Mr. Li from the Tongwen Bureau brought a rare bargain to Huazhou.

That is...

Give, chicken, eggs.

Boiled eggs, peeled off the shell, are white and tender. Two bites of each is enough to fill you up and keep you from getting hungry. One person can eat ten.

As long as you are a boatman, all the rewards will be given for free. All of them will be given for free.

When the dock workers heard about this happy event, some of them were in disbelief. How could such a good thing happen? Someone asked the official in charge of distributing eggs, and got the answer.

"It was given by Miss Ma."

This short answer is very cunning, because anyone who hears the answer will continue to ask - who is Miss Ma?
They will then receive further responses that reinforce the impression.

Oh, it turns out to be Miss Ma, a benefactor of our Cao Gang.

——But why did Miss Ma treat everyone to eggs for no reason?

The canal workers who asked this question received another wonderful answer.

"This is Ms. Ma's apology for occupying public resources."

This answer was even more cunning, because no one had translated what the hell was public resources and what the hell was occupation. Everyone was confused and curious to know the cause and effect.

This led to the story of the butterfly.

And a new story.

This matter will spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, along with the rumor of the egg.

If you were to chant in the ears of the workers for no reason, saying something about the butterfly and Miss Ma, the workers would certainly listen in one ear and out the other. Who is Miss Ma? They don't care.

However, if this matter is strongly linked to free eggs...

Then rumors will enter people's minds in a despicable way.

After all, among the recreational activities of the canal workers, the most common one is bragging, chatting and gossiping, because it is free, just like watching videos in a chat group. It is conceivable that today's eggs and the stories behind them will occupy the hot search headlines of the canal workers and continue to arouse public opinion.

From now on, whenever someone discusses the good eggs that day, someone will be talking about Miss Ma, just like when someone talks about the good beans that night, someone will think of Brother Xun.

So the question is, when will people talk about good eggs like today?
When you are hungry, when you are tired, and when you eat.

Li Bailong looked at the scene where free eggs were being distributed. The canal workers lined up consciously to receive the eggs. He watched for a long time but did not notice anyone secretly lining up to receive more eggs after receiving all the eggs.

Brother Wan Yunlong is so terrifying.

It’s really fucking good.

In comparison, he even felt that he was a little despicable.

Now that the weather is getting hot, it is difficult to keep cooked eggs for a long time. Moreover, these heavy manual laborers have huge appetites. Once the food is in hand, as long as one person takes the lead, everyone will peel and eat the eggs immediately.

The problem is that if you eat so many eggs in one go, your throat will become dry and your mouth will feel thirsty.

The despicable Director Li had already contracted the production of many honey water and herbal tea stalls in advance, and all kinds of thirst-quenching water were provided free of charge... It was just that there were people reading newspapers, telling stories and debating next to the pergola.

If you want to listen to Uncle Seven's story, then there's nothing I can do about it.

"——From the beginning to the end, I, Li Bailong, did not force anyone, right?"

Li Bailong said this and asked the third lady beside him: "By the way, what are you doing here?"

"..."

The third lady was speechless.

She wanted to say that she came here on the orders of the eldest lady.

After all, the young lady was young and naive. After hearing that Master Li had published an article, he came to the dock to make trouble, so she was asked to dissuade him. After all, Miss Ma thought that the boatmen were busy and hard-working, and they would definitely not be interested in the private affairs of irrelevant people. Why should she spread the news and annoy them? It would be useless.

Who knew Li Bailong could do it so efficiently!
I don’t know what expression the young lady will have after hearing this.

She told him the story hesitantly, and Li Bailong sighed, "I didn't think about this at first. I was a little out of touch with the masses. I just asked the Tongwen Bureau to perform and read newspapers and books. When I saw that the canal workers were not interested, I realized the problem. But if I leave in disgrace, I will definitely be laughed at. It's okay to be laughed at by Ma Fulong and others, but if I am laughed at by my master, how can I bear it?"

Sanniang had never seen such a wonderful master-disciple relationship and was speechless for a moment.

Then Li Bailong said, "Fortunately, I ordered a lot of eggs from Lingyu Sect in advance..."

——What are you going to use all these things for?
Director Li gave a thumbs up and said, "I was the one who provided the idea of ​​the egg tray to Lingyu Sect."

——So it’s you! That’s… really amazing.

Sanniang felt complicated and was about to say something when she saw Li Bailong turned his head. She followed his gaze and saw that the head of Yunhua Hall had arrived at some point and was looking at her from afar.

There was a hint of despair in the astonishment.

(End of this chapter)