Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 35 It's Zhu Fengguo Again

Song Qingshu's worries were true, he hurried out with Qu Botao and Zhang Xianzhong, good guy, when he opened the door, there were beggars all over the street, more than 100 beggars blocked his restaurant, everywhere It's a dirty face, a silly smile and big yellow teeth, each broken bowl desperately hugging upwards.

It's exactly the same as the scene where Zhao Yuanwai's son made a big fuss at his wedding!
On the other hand, the scarred face in the maid outfit was furious with a black silk thigh opened and kicked, and he was pinching his waist and cursing, quite like a shrew cursing the street. The picture was so beautiful that the corners of Song Qingshu's mouth twitched and twitched. Head turned to the side.

Qu Botao, on the other hand, stared worriedly at the crowd on the corner of the street. The restaurant is the most famous place at this time. After these beggars make a fuss, how will they open in the future?

"Master Zhang, look at..." With a bitter face, Qu Botao set his eyes on Zhang Xianzhong for help.

The meal is really not in vain, and the shares are not in vain. With a cold face, Zhang Xianzhong, who was already full of anger, walked to the front in two steps and took out the whip twice, and immediately whipped the nearby The beggar cried and howled like a wolf, and swiped out of the way.As soon as he made a move, he suppressed the group of beggars. Zhang Xianzhong was also full of style, yelling and cursing in an official tone: "In broad daylight, you gangsters don't want to work for Daming. You all eat too much, are lazy, don't think about making progress, and dare to harass the merchants. Do you all want to go to the yamen with your master?"

When later generations heard about the prison, they were so frightened that people trembled, not to mention that going to prison these days is like entering the gate of hell, with free prison meals, these beggars don't want to eat, they tremble like chickens who have seen an eagle step back.

But before Song Qingshu could heave a sigh of relief, a grotesque hum suddenly sounded out.

"Tsk tsk, catcher Zhang is awesome! But I don't understand the old beggar. The great grandfather also ate this bowl of rice. Does Zhang catcher say that the current emperor is also a troublemaker?"

Seeing an old beggar with disheveled hair and hair like a chicken coop walking out with a stinky mouth full of big yellow teeth, Song Qingshu groaned inwardly, and that Zhu Cunfat Lieutenant Zhu Fengguo wobbled out again.

This guy really stuck to me like a dog skin plaster!But this era is so unfair, even if he is a beggar, he is still a son of a dragon, and if he comes to make trouble, it is useless to report to the official!Song Qingshu had no choice but to pin his hopes on Zhang Xianzhong, the evil star of the world.

But Zhang Xianzhong was not as impulsive as Song Qingshu imagined. A few days ago, he shouted that he must kill this person, but when they met today, the yellow-faced tiger immediately turned into a smiling tiger.

Perhaps he had suffered from Zhu Cunbiao before, Zhang Xianzhong walked quickly to Zhu Cunbiao's side with a smile on his face, nodded his head with a smile on his face and almost said: "Hey, I don't know that Zhu Fengguo is here, I don't know Did you say bald mouth! Your lord has a lot, don't be as knowledgeable as Laozi."

Taking a slow look at him, Zhu Cunbiao arrogantly raised his chin at Song Qingshu's KDN themed restaurant: "Xiao Zhang, why are you in this restaurant?"

Xiao Zhang!Did you know that Zhang Xianzhong was a fierce man who rebelled against Sichuan and dug up Emperor Zhu's ancestral grave!Song Qingshu almost didn't spit it out, but at this moment Zhang Xianzhong felt sorry for this image at all, his smiling face was almost full of honey, he nodded and replied humbly: "This is Lao Tzu, silly brother and that one It’s a joint venture with Lao Xi’er, and I understand the rules. It’s just opened, so I haven’t had time to give you the monthly money! Please come and pick it up yourself, I’m really sorry!”

Song Qingshu is really going to faint, Zhang Xianzhong's headhunter can be regarded as the biggest underworld leader in the center of Xi'an, how powerful he is, you can see how arrogant Masan is in Dice Street, he has to pay monthly money to Zhu Cunbiao, It seems that I really can't do anything about this beggar leader!
But looking at it the other way around, Song Qingshu understands why Zhang Xianzhong hates this guy so much that his teeth itch. The biggest income of the headhunters is to blackmail merchants like them. Now in his own territory, Zhang Xianzhong has a beggar who looks like his grandson. A ruthless person, how can he put down his face?

Zhang Xianzhong has such a low profile, but Zhu Cunbiao's expression changed, and a stream of stinky saliva was sprayed on Zhang Xianzhong's face, and he shouted angrily: "Money is a fart, I let you go, let that I don’t know the little girl who is so high and the earth is so high, and her stinky old man is begging for food! If you treat me as a beggar, I will fart!"

Song Qingshu obviously saw Zhang Xianzhong's yellow-faced tiger face twitching, a thick hand couldn't help but grabbed the handle of the waist knife, Song Qingshu looked like he wanted to die, if he saw blood at the gate, he would also run away It doesn't matter, Mr. Zhu Yuanzhang is very concerned about his sons and grandsons. Killing the clan without authorization is a serious crime. Don't look at the Ming Dynasty's civil servants who hold the country in their hands. This group of people who play with pens don't dare to offend these people easily. Clan, there was an allusion that a group of clan beggars stopped the prefect's sedan chair and snatched them all.

Now Song Qingshu regrets looking for Zhang Xianzhong, the killer.

Fortunately, Zhang Xianzhong was really more tolerable than he imagined, he didn't wipe the stinky spittle on his face, and he still slapped haha ​​with a foolish look.

"Master Zhu, please calm down. The young couple were taught a lesson last time. Do you know your prestige? If you really can't do it, just tell me the number. For my sake, this matter will be over..."

Zhang Xianzhong hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a foul smell came into his nostrils, he took a step back in shock, but it was Zhu Cunbiao who sprayed his saliva on his face.

The dirty and unwashed old face was full of disdain, Zhu Cunbiao sneered and nodded at Zhang Xianzhong with his chin, and said arrogantly: "Your face? What kind of face do you have? The whole world was ruled by the great grandfather, you But our Zhu family is just a dog! Do you still have face?"

"Remove the badge for me immediately, otherwise I will let you, a head catcher, go to the Yamen with you!"

The back of Zhang Xianzhong's hand grasping the handle of the knife showed blue veins, but that smiling face could no longer be maintained. Amid Song Qingshu's apprehension, Zhang Xianzhong turned his head coldly, but turned to Song Qingshu Shouted: "Take off the sign!"

"Catcher Zhang!" Qu Botao was obviously not happy. He had spent nearly 200 taels of silver and spent more than a month to find this restaurant. Yi, persuaded: "Brother Qu, pick it up!"

Zhu Cunbiao snorted in satisfaction, pointed at Song Qingshu with his dirty paws, and cursed arrogantly, "I didn't have you!" What's wrong with a fool, blame your family's dead girl for not having eyes, don't be discouraged, when you sneak into our beggars, grandpa, I will mention you well, hahaha, little ones, let's go!"

A group of little beggars called grandpas and grandpas called Huanhuazi, and the old Huazi finally shook his head and tail in satisfaction and left, watching him coldly. Zhang Xianzhong also turned around and left without saying a word.

"Oops!" Qu Botao stamped his feet, pointed at Song Qingshu and trembled for a long time, and with a single sound, he turned around and left with a few boys.

"Brother Song!"

Timidly running out of the shop with a basket in her arms, Caiwei timidly pulled at the corner of Song Qingshu's clothes, who also had a livid face, and yelled cautiously.

Looking at the loli's scared cat face, the annoyance in his heart finally dissipated, and he patted the little girl's head, Song Qingshu said in relief: "It's okay, your Brother Song and I have many ways to make money, Caiwei, Let's stop opening the shop, pack up, lock the door and go home!"

The sensible one agreed, nodding her head, Caiwei rushed into the shop and packed it up.

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The old man Xing's family is not going well today, and they ate all their meals in the evening. They were downcast, and Caiwei carefully picked up the rice, Song Qingshu's face was ashen, Old man Xing was tapping his cigarette bag, and Hongniang Xing also had a look on his face. Unhappy written all over.

It's not that the two of them are also being targeted by Zhu Cunbiao, this year's harvest is not good, and the weather is getting warmer, and the sales of roasted sweet potatoes are getting worse and worse. Xing Hongniang didn't sell dozens of pennies a day, so she was naturally happy Can't get up.

After a long time, it was Old Man Xing who broke the deadlock by himself, exhaled a puff of smoke and said bitterly: "Okay, okay, don't make a sad face, if you can't sell it, let's eat it by ourselves, anyway, let's grow the things of the foreign masters around the corner. Come on, it’s not a problem to survive until autumn, if you really can’t get along in the city, then go to the countryside to farm.”

That's what I said, but Old Man Xing actually didn't want to go back to farming, so he asked Song Qingshu inquiringly: "Fool, how is your restaurant?"

Before Song Qingshu could say anything, Caiwei had already muttered angrily: "It was opened well, but today a bad guy called me pig's head fat came and brought a group of beggars to block the door. Brother Song had to take the sign off!"

"If my father is still alive, he must be exiled to Liaodong, you scoundrel!"

Caiwei's childish voice of fighting against injustice made the whole dinner table a bit colder. The last time it was because Xing Hongniang offended Zhu Cunbiao and almost caused the entire theater troupe to die in prison. Now it is because of this, old man Xing Taking a deep puff of the cigarette, she couldn't help complaining: "Hong'er, it's not that dad is talking about you, you're already old, can you stop being so fussy..."

"Why don't you say you're a bastard, a fool! After he came, our Xing family class didn't get along with anything!" Originally in a rage, Xing Hongniang actually patted the table and stood up angrily, her brows curled coldly, pointing at Song Qingshu snorted and scolded: "You are a bastard, the life of a poor ghost! Don't try to get rich in your life, our Xing family class will drag you down sooner or later!"

"Hey, Hong'er!"

"Don't eat!"

After losing the bowl, Hongniang Xing turned her head and ran back to the house, causing old man Xing to stretch out his hand in embarrassment, and sighed helplessly. Looking back, old man Xing wanted to continue eating, but before he could say anything, he froze again. There.

On Song Qingshu's forehead, several blood vessels throbbed violently like earthworms. His face was unprecedentedly furious and ugly, as if a volcano was about to erupt...

(End of this chapter)