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Chapter 82 Another Blessing (Please vote!)

Yunshui Pavilion, outside the back door of the kitchen, inside the alley.

Ouyang Rong stopped for a while, turned around and was about to go back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few black figures lying in the dirty water in a dark corner at the end of the alley.

The young man in snow-white robe stopped, grabbed a small handful of copper coins from his arms, walked over, and knelt down in front of the black shadow that smelled of alcohol.

"I don't have much money, so I can buy two full meals first. There is a disaster relief camp next to Shili Pavilion on the outskirts of the city. Report Liu Ashan's name and let you go in. Porridge is delivered twice a day.

"Those who are handy can dig new river channels, save some wages, and when the Broken Wing Canal is repaired, there will be many new jobs along the coast.

"If your hands and feet are inconvenient, look for the clerk at the disaster relief camp, and they will send you to Beitian Jiyangyuan in Donglin Temple, which is very good.

"Also... quit drinking."

Ouyang Rong divided the copper coins into four parts and stuffed them into the hands of the four beggars who were stunned or numb. He stood up and returned to Yunshui Pavilion the same way.

Except for a beggar whose right forearm was broken, the other three beggars got up on their knees, kowtowed to the back of the young man in snow-white robes, and then trotted away from the alley with happy faces.

The remaining one-armed beggar is an ordinary-looking young man of about 27 or [-] years old.

His hair was disheveled, and he couldn't see the specific expression, only the dirty and hanging black hair, the corners of his mouth drooped to the sides, and the upper lip was very thin.

The young man with the corner of his mouth down grabbed the only copper coin, silently got up from the ground, with his right sleeve empty, and staggered towards the entrance of the alley.

In the sunshine at the entrance of the alley, the one-armed beggar did not go to the outskirts of the city like the three beggars just now. He turned left without stopping, ignoring the disgusted eyes on the street, and came to the door of the lively restaurant again, expressionless. Walk into the door with the three-character plaque of "Yunshui Pavilion".

"Go! Go! Go."

The waiter put a long towel on his shoulders, waved his hand to drive away, and the next moment, he was hit in the face by a small handful of copper coins.

"Osmanthus brewed."

The one-armed beggar said hoarsely, and walked towards the hot lobby on the first floor without looking back.

"Hey you bastard..."

The shop waiter was about to get angry when he realized that the beggar had thrown money, so he quickly squatted down, counted the copper coins at his feet, and picked them up.

Seeing this, several strong men who guarded the gate to maintain order let people in.

Ignoring them, the one-armed young man stumbled to find a vacant bench in the corner of the lobby, squeezed in unceremoniously, sat down precariously, and the people next to him hurriedly got up when they saw this, fearing they would get dirty and scolded him for being unlucky.

All the guests at one table were empty, and left cursing.

The dirty young man was numb and ignored.

His left arm was propped on his knee, his upper body was leaning forward, his head was buried low, and his long black and oily hair fell to the ground beside his broken shoe.

The young man came from Yunmengze, a small island with a peach valley, wandering all the way in a trance.

It has been many days without a shower, drunk and dreaming, wandering the streets.

He didn't even know where it was.

I don't know whether to go south or north.

But he was afraid to go north...

Here comes the wine.

Two pots of familiar sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

The one-armed young man stepped on a jug of wine with his left foot, held a jug of wine with his right arm, and drank with his head raised.

That's right, it's the "right arm" holding the oval jug.

The young man's right forearm was broken, and the sleeve was empty.

But the little part that sticks out of the cuff is extraordinarily flexible and capable of doing many things, including gurgling while holding the huge wine jug.

It seems that he has long been used to it.

Except, of course, not being able to hold a sword.

Moreover, the small part of the one-armed youth's right arm is indeed very small, like a piece of dead wood of an old tree, growing on a mature tree full of vitality.

Compared with the other thick trunk, that is, the left arm, this small right arm is very short.

Obviously, this is the result of breaking the arm when he was a child, not a new injury.

In the west corner of the lobby, the scene of drinking with a broken arm holding a jug has attracted the attention of many tea drinkers on the west side, who are amazed.

The one-armed young man who poured the wine with his head up turned a deaf ear to it, letting the light yellow, fragrant wine overflow his mouth and nose, and wash his face and hair.

He has nothing left.

The beloved sword is lost.

The mid-grade Qi practitioners were discouraged.

The proud and high face is gone.

The young man only has the wine that is being poured into the esophageal pouch.

And the dream that will be wobbled and thrown around later.

"Candle in the snow...you are ruthless..."

He seemed to mutter, unfortunately, he was choked by the wine and coughed crazily, his stomach bag seemed to be suddenly squeezed by a big hand, all the wine was sprayed out, and the table was soaked with vomit.

The one-armed young man was lying on the table with his dirty face pressed against the table, spit out some sour water from his mouth from time to time, like a stranded goldfish dying.

But this is the twitching of the stomach bag, which is a natural physiological reaction.

Seeing this, the diners and tea guests around looked contemptuous, and didn't care about this kind of rotten alcoholic. There are many such people in the West Market by Penglang Watanabe every day.

With his free left hand, the one-armed young man lying on the table went down to grab the remaining pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Unfortunately, when he coughed just now, the wine pot was kicked by his right foot and rolled over.

Where can I catch it with short hands.

The young man lying on the table with the corner of his mouth down faces the direction of Chang'an, and murmurs:

"Ouch... wine... my wine... sweet-scented osmanthus... sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented wine..."

His name is A Jie, and he is a swordsman.

From Chang'an, go to Yunmeng Jianze.

Ask the sword in a valley full of peach blossoms.

In front of hundreds of sword cultivators from all ten realms in the world, she was trampled on by a Wuyue female cultivator named Xue Zhongzhu, and she was severely humiliated.

Then he was kicked off the high platform like garbage, and his sword was confiscated.

Become the target of this Yunmeng female monarch Liwei who is more vigorous than the sword's edge.

In the corner of the lobby on the first floor of Yunshui Pavilion, a drunk young man who was singing Chang'an songs suddenly murmured:
"...Osmanthus fragrans... Osmanthus fragrans brewed with sweet-scented osmanthus... Eh... where is the sword... where is my sword..."

……

The young county magistrate who returned to the window on the second floor did not know that his private money and copper coins had been exchanged for two cans of Yunshuige's signature sweet-scented osmanthus brew.

When he returned to the table, the first sentence he said to Yan Liulang was serious:
"The Beitian Jiyangyuan of Donglin Temple, we will expand it later, and the county government will give more support. There are still many homeless and disabled people in Longcheng."

Yan Liulang, who looked at the beautiful scenery of the sunset and ancient ferry outside the window, was taken aback for a moment, and nodded, "Ah, yes, Mingfu, I will go back and contact Donglin Temple."

"Okay, let's not talk about business."

Ouyang Rong nodded, glanced at the table full of dishes in front of him, pulled out a pair of chopsticks, and said with a smile:

"Don't wait for me, eat quickly, eat with chopsticks, don't be polite."

Except for Liu Ashan, who was silent and very obedient, picking up food with chopsticks, Yan Liulang and Su Dalang looked at each other, and the former said with a look of lovelessness:

"Mingfu, I didn't wait for you, we just tasted it, it's too...too spicy."

The two swallowed.

Mouth can bear it, but Ju doesn't agree.

Ouyang Rong laughed, "I'm afraid it's a bit spicy, hey, you can't do it."

He glanced at the dishes on the table.

Unexpectedly, this Yunshui Pavilion actually has some familiar hometown dishes in memory.

Ouyang Rong sniffed his nose, and it seemed to be okay. He looked good, with all the colors and fragrances.

However, there is no chili in this world, and spicy dishes are all made up of pepper, pepper, and Yuejiao.

So, that's it?

It's just a little spicy, nothing to worry about.

"Then you can order a few more light dishes. I'll do these."

The two-month-old young county magistrate, whose beak had faded out early, shook his head lightly, and ordered lightly.

"It's okay, let's order a slightly spicy dish, Brother Lianghan can also eat it together."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, without raising his eyelids, he was indifferent:
"My recipes only have extra spicy and non-spicy, mild spicy is just a clever excuse."

"..." Su Dalang and Yan Liulang.

Then, under the awe-inspiring eyes of the three people on the opposite side, Ouyang Rong Shiran took a bowl of Hu spicy soup, tilted the corner of his mouth, and drank it with his head raised.

Well, it's time to show the real skills... Damn it!
The crooked smile on the corner of someone's mouth suddenly froze.

Yan Liulang, Su Dalang, Liu Ashan, and the guests and maids at the next table who were attracted by Ouyang Rong's domineering man's speech all looked curiously at him who was frozen in motion.

Ouyang Rong silently put down the half bowl of Hu spicy soup left, stared at everyone for a while, and swallowed quietly.

His lips trembled slightly, but he tried his best to suppress the twitching corners of his mouth.

Blinking quickly, he smiled with stiff facial muscles, lowered his throat and said:
"It's...not bad, no...but that's it."

Then, under the weird eyes of everyone, the young county magistrate puffed up his cheeks again, and went to pick up some other dishes with chopsticks. As a result, he became more and more silent as he ate, and in the end, everyone around could hear the "sizzling" gasping sound.

Just listening to this voice made melon eaters feel articulate and hot in their mouths.

"If you don't count..."

Yan Liulang and the others hesitated to speak, but Ouyang Rong glared at them before shutting up honestly.

Ouyang Rong picked up a few chopsticks in disbelief, but after eating, he still couldn't help turning his head, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Come here, get... get some cold rice."

"..." Everyone.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and forced a smile on his face: "Let's order a few dishes of slightly spicy food, here you... you can eat."

Yan Liulang, Su Dalang and others nodded quickly and went to ask the maid to add more dishes.

Ouyang Rong patted away the glass of warm water that Yan Liulang offered solicitously, glared at him, and went to take a sip of the cold water in the water bag that Ah Shan carried with him.

The young magistrate who unfortunately added another flavor to the menu let out a sigh of relief.

He looked at the table with complicated eyes, good guy, the cook in Yunshuilou has something.

It was a match against him.

Not long after, the new mildly spicy dish was finally delivered again.

Everyone moved their chopsticks again.

Well, the dishes from Nanlong's hometown... Could it be from the hometown?

Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang and the others, who were relieved, ate with gusto, and couldn't help thinking to themselves.

When he was full, Ouyang Rong put down his chopsticks first, and when he was about to have a business exchange, his body suddenly became stiff, and he couldn't help but look around, his face seemed suspicious...

But soon, he restrained his expression, continued to pick up his chopsticks, and stared at the half plate of leftovers in front of him without saying a word.

Yan Liulang and Su Dalang buried their heads in cooking and didn't notice it.

Only Liu Ashan turned his head to look at the old man who behaved a little strangely, but he seemed to be very used to him being distracted while eating, so the dull man looked away.

Only Ouyang Rong knew that he was not in a daze at the moment, but... a bit entangled.

Because there is a vibrating egg in my mind... no, it's the blessing clock that started trembling again.

It is a new blessing!
Moreover, the tumbling appearance of the purple qi phantom in front of him, and the trembling and moaning of the bell body are much more intense than last time.

It seems that the merit value consumed is quite a lot...

　coming!I'm sorry I couldn't help it, I was a little late... Ahem, I have the cheek to ask for a ticket.Good night everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)