A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 13 Catching the Express
Facing the hope in Gang Leader Cao's eyes, Song Xuan made a direct conclusion:

"There's no hope. Just wait for death. This is caused by half a lifetime of poverty and illness."

"Plus, I feel like you fought in battles when you were young, and you've accumulated a lot of hidden injuries in your body, which will be difficult to recover from."

"Even if you move to a nice house and sleep in a nice bed, you still won't be able to sleep well."

"Why not retire in this mountain temple? With the brothers watching over you, you can sleep more peacefully without waking up every night."

Hearing Song Xuan's words, Gang Leader Cao also sighed.

You may not feel anything when you are young, but once you are old, diseases will come to you involuntarily.

Now that Song Xuan has made a conclusion about him, Boss Cao feels more open-minded.

This guy is good at treating dying people, but his technique looks really fucking rough.

It's fucking scary.

At this age, I'm too lazy to take a chance.

"So when are you planning to leave?"

Song Xuan looked at the scenery in the distance:
"I have plenty of time. I plan to settle the accounts first and then sell the shop in Lema Town. It will take about a month or so."

Boss Cao hummed and couldn't help but sigh:

"When I fled here from Tokyo, I passed on all my martial arts to you.

When you go to Tokyo in the future, don't get nervous easily, or someone will come looking for you and seek revenge."

"Just how much trouble have you gotten yourself into?"

Seeing that Gang Leader Cao remained silent, Song Xuan shook his head:
"Besides, many people have learned Taizu Changquan. It's not your original creation. What's there to be afraid of?"

"You don't understand. Some secrets should be kept to yourself. Telling them will only bring trouble to others."

Song Xuan fiddled with his fan:
"In the future, I will be a hero who will be celebrated at Donghua Gate. I will be the Wenquxing who has descended to the earth. I will always have people to guide me in and out. Why would I need the martial arts you taught me?"

"Hahaha, that's great." Gang Leader Cao laughed a few times:

"When you become the top scholar, you must burn paper money for me so that I can also enjoy this glory. Even a beggar like me can find a good disciple."

"No problem, I'll burn a few beautiful maidens for you to serve you."

Song Xuan tucked his handkerchief back in and joked.

"Okay, okay." Boss Cao said with a look of aftertaste.
"You'd better burn me a few more Jingdong women who are good at sumo wrestling, otherwise I'll be lonely down there."

Women's sumo is very popular in Tokyo's theaters.

In other words, Song Renzong was honest and watched the performance in public and even gave money in public. As a result, he was criticized in a letter by scholars such as Sima Guang.

Even if you watch secretly!

"Lao Cao, you have quite a few requests."

"Hahaha, it's rare that someone I know is going to take the top spot in the imperial examination, so I have to pretend."

Song Xuan said leisurely: "Then you wait a while, maybe in three years I will pass the exam and you will still be alive."

"what!"

Boss Cao sat up immediately:
"Didn't you say there was no hope?"

"Are you playing tricks on me again?"

Song Xuan quickly pointed at him with his fan:
"Don't get excited. You really are hopeless. I don't think you'll die anytime soon. You'll have to suffer from the pain."

boom.

Boss Cao fell straight onto the broken bed again, looking up to the sky and sighing:

"You bastard, you might as well just die."

"Eat when you should, drink when you should, don't take anything to heart." Song Xuan stood up:
"Since you're planning to retire and enjoy your old age, you'd better keep a backup plan in case someone breaks the rules. I may not be able to take care of you."

"Get out of here! We came out of Tokyo City with swords and guns. We have never lost face and have more experience in saving lives than you."

"But I heard that most people who drown are good swimmers."

"Hey."

Lema Town is actually on the border between Kaifeng Prefecture and Yingtian Prefecture.

Even if Boss Cao escaped from Tokyo, he didn't get very far.

Song Xuan wanted to take the exam at Yingtianfu Academy in Songcheng, so he had to take a boat south, which was even farther away from Kaifeng Prefecture.

Boss Cao just sighed and showed no interest in talking further. Song Xuan saluted with his arms crossed.

"Lao Cao, I'm going back to study. Before I leave, I'll send you some chickens."

"get out."

Boss Cao was curled up in the broken bed.

He really envied Song Xuan's youthful and energetic look, which was so much like himself back then.

Whenever I think about the past, I feel sad and can't stop cursing.

But fearing that something would be leaked out again, he stopped talking and kept everything in his heart.

Song Xuan turned around, waved his hand and walked back slowly.

Lema Town is more prosperous after all, and many people come here to do business.

During the day, there are officials coming here to "guard" the place, unlike other places where there is not even a bit of money.

"Master."

The guy from the starch shop ran over, not even wiping the sweat off his brow:
"Your second brother is here in the shop again asking for money."

"Not kicked out?"

Hearing Song Xuan's question, the waiter quickly said:
"We chased him away, but he just stayed at the door, making a lot of noise and disturbing our business."

Song Xuan waved his hand and shouted:

"Brother Gao, bring the brothers to my shop for a drink of cold soup."

Constable Gao came over with a bulging belly:

"The cold soup at Shi Er Lang's house is really good, but it's not very hot now."

"It'll get hot after walking for a while."

Song Xuan didn't need to make his words too clear.

These local tyrants know the news on this street very well.

"Alright."

Constable Gao was holding an iron ruler, and behind him were two white servants, one holding a water and fire stick, and the other holding a pitchfork.

"I heard that Boss Cao wants to increase the cleaning fee by 30%?"

"It was originally going to double, but thanks to the neighbors pleading for mercy, it's only increased by 30%. I finally had a chat with Gang Leader Cao, and now I'm afraid the harvest won't be good. Many people don't want to be bandits and soldiers, so they become beggars."

"Yeah, damn it, there's a drought here, and I heard the Yellow River is flooding again."

Constable Gao maintains law and order, but he doesn't want too many thieves to appear.

After all, it is better to collect some membership fees in peace and tranquility, which is more stable.

Those who can't survive are much more cruel than these detectives.

After all, they only have one life left to fight for a way out.

"Third brother, third brother, you are finally here."

Song Kang waved quickly and ran over excitedly, looking quite playful.

"Your guys won't let me in."

"Yes, I asked them to do this to prevent Second Brother from doing something dishonest and causing any misunderstandings."

Hearing Song Xuan's blunt words, a trace of anger flashed across Song Kang's face, but he quickly laughed it off:

"Third brother just loves to tell jokes."

"Constable Gao is here too."

"Song Jiulang's name is registered with the government, so please don't do anything sneaky again."

Hearing Constable Gao's words, Song Kang's frail body trembled for a moment, but he quickly swallowed his saliva.
"I'm here to borrow money from my third brother. I'm not trying to take it by force. Please rest assured, Constable Gao. It's mainly because my mother is sick."

"If that's the case." Constable Gao pondered for a moment, then heard:
"No loan."

Constable Gao knew that Song Xuan was usually generous, but he never expected that he would look down on his own brother so much without any tact.

Song Xuan sighed, "Brother, to be honest, my shop is running out of money and I'm planning to sell it off."

(End of this chapter)