Datang New Giants

Chapter 11 The Enemy Meets
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Lu Ting, who walks with his butt in his arms, could it be that his life root was pinched by a blue crab when he threw himself into the river? Hahaha."

When Lu Ting was shocked that there were big crabs all over the place, a voice suddenly came from his ear. He turned his head and saw a short and fat boy about sixteen or seventeen years old looking at him with a half-smile. , opened the paper fan in his hand with a swish, and shook it coquettishly.

The face is as big as a plate, the eyes are as small as beans, the face is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, a bit like a turtle's head, it looks very funny, it looks like a comedian who will be a duo in later generations, at first glance, it looks like IQ owes taxes, but I feel like myself Good, carrying a broken fan and pretending to be a gentleman.

In this way, it is more joyful.

According to the remaining memories in his mind, Lu Ting knew that the person in front of him was Wu Lin. Businessmen have to act according to Wu Biao's face. The predecessor and Wu Lin had a few times of jealousy in the brothel, and they didn't like each other. Wu Lin even secretly found someone to beat him up.

That day when Dachawei was removed, he was in a bad mood, and when he went out, Wu Lin taunted him hotly, and his predecessor threw himself into the river in a fit of anger, so Wu Lin was his enemy.

Suzhou people have two names for crabs. Ordinary people call crabs blue crabs, and literati like to call crabs gutless sons. There are many crabs in lakes and rivers in Suzhou. Many people are injured by crabs every year. When Lin was sitting at the old Zhangji mutton stand by the roadside waiting for the food to be served, he accidentally saw that Lu Ting was startled by the blue crab, and he was amused on the spot, and couldn't help laughing.

It's no wonder that enemies are not jealous when they meet each other. Wu Lin even took the initiative to provoke him. Lu Ting took a look at Wu Lin, smiled and said, "Looking at Mr. Wu's dull eyes and blue face, he must have just finished drinking flower wine. Which girl picked up the money this time."

Wu Lin Lao Tzu is the official of the Suzhou City Administration. His family has a farm and a shop. He is a rich and leisurely dude. He trembled after half a cup of tea, and it was over as soon as he trembled. After the news spread, he got the nickname of "Gust of Wind". Many people ridiculed behind his back which girl Wu Lin ordered, and which girl got money without even breaking a sweat. money.

As soon as he heard the word "picking up money", Wu Lin's face changed drastically on the spot, staring at Lu Ting with a sneer and said, "That's what villains are like, they like to slander others behind their backs. Whose banquet did this young master hang up just now? It was Xiao Xianger who moved your teacup and gave her a hard lesson. . "

"At most, it's only half a cup of tea for comfort, Mr. Wu, you are comfortable, I'm afraid some people don't like it." Lu Ting said lightly.

"You..." Wu Lin was teased by Lu Ting, and he was furious on the spot, shouting loudly: "Guilin, Guiquan, call me."

Wu Lin was the only seedling in the family, and he brought two attendants with him when he went in and out. Guilin Guiquan had already prepared by the side.

Seeing that the two were about to approach, Fu Zhi was startled, and quickly stood in front of Lu Ting. Lu Ting came back to his senses, and before the two approached, he shouted sharply: "Wu Lin, you want to gather a crowd to make trouble? Ah, if you have the ability to kill me, if you can’t kill me, you’re useless, it’s best to alert the patrolling soldiers and horses, and we will die together.”

Guilin and Guiquan are tall and big, they have small arms and legs, and Fuzhi is still a big boy, so where are the opponents of these two evil slaves, Lu Ting immediately threatened them.

"Come back." Wu Lin said with a livid face.

Fugong's rebellion has just been settled, the imperial court is still hunting down the remnants, heavy codes are being used in troubled times, Suzhou city is still under martial law, and the soldiers and horses patrolling the city see the street fights. If you don't die, you will lose your skin. Anyone who dares to throw himself into the river, if he is in a hurry, he will fight to the death, it is not worthwhile. Besides, the Municipal Department is a very fat position, and I don’t know how many people are staring at it. If someone makes a fuss about this at this time, trouble It's big.

The two evil slaves retreated, but Lu Ting was not in a hurry to leave. He leaned against the willow tree beside him and looked at Wu Lin with a half-smile.

I just like the way you want to beat me up but have no choice. When I meet you, if you don’t find some ground, you will feel uncomfortable. Soon Lu Ting will feel unbalanced again. Wu Lin, a prodigal son, has a good life. There are mutton, lamb chops, sheep eight treasures, and some fruits and vegetables. The most conspicuous thing is that there is a roasted leg of lamb in the middle of the table, which is not finished yet. .

This mutton feast is enough for me and Fuzhi to eat for half a month.

Out of the corner of Wu Lin's eyes, he also saw Lu Ting, his fat face quickly showed disgust, his eyes rolled, he slapped the table suddenly, and suddenly shouted: "Old man Sun, come here, why is your flesh so sour?" The stench, believe it or not, this young master set off your mutton stand."

"Mr. Wu, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately." The old grandson became anxious when he heard this, and his face flushed and said: "The old man's mutton is the best fresh mutton. If you don't believe me, take a look, the blood hasn't seeped yet." It's over."

Although Sun Ji’s mutton stall is just a small stall, it has been passed down for generations. It is a well-established century-old brand. In addition to its own unique secret recipe, it also insists on using the best mutton. I heard Wu Lin say that his mutton is not good. Well, the old grandson was impatient on the spot.

Destroying one's reputation is equivalent to cutting off one's financial resources. If Wu Lin was not the son of Shuzheng, the old grandson would have rushed forward with a knife.

Wu Lin pretended to pick up a piece of meat and tasted it, showing a satisfied expression, looked left and right, finally set his eyes on Lu Ting, shook his head and said: "So it's not the sour taste of meat, but the sour taste of poor meat, it smells so bad. "

Wu Lin knew exactly what was going on in the Lu family. In the past, Lu Ting relied on his family's wealth and challenged himself everywhere. Since the Lu family's accident, life has been getting worse day by day. Air, to save face and suffer.

As if he didn't hear it, Lu Ting said with concern: "Mr. Wu is taking nourishment, mutton is of average effect, which one is best to supplement form, and it is best to get some tiger penis wine, if you can't find it, get a donkey Also stronger than mutton."

With a concerned demeanor and an ambiguous tone, he was still talking about that incident in public. No matter how thick-skinned Wu Lin was, he couldn't help it. He put down the soup bowl in his hand and said with a livid face, "Lu Ting, you Tian Shenu, if your skin is swollen, you can fulfill you by looking for Mr. Daben."

Hitting people without slapping them in the face, exposing others without revealing their faults, Lu Ting yelled every day that he couldn't do it, as if he was afraid that no one in Suzhou would know, Wu Lin was about to explode in anger.

"Just kidding, Brother Wu is an open-minded person, and he definitely doesn't care about it." Lu Ting said with a smile, leaning against the willow tree next to the mutton stall.

Is this soft?
Will Lu Ting, a farm slave, have a day of resignation?
Before Wu Lin Fanqing came over, Lu Ting suddenly said loudly: "Old grandson, you are old and your eyesight is gone. Didn't you see that Mr. Wu's condiment dish is gone? The last one is good, let's settle the score." mine."

While speaking, Lu Ting threw out two pennies, one penny landed on the table with a "plop", and the other penny fell on Wu Lin's shoulder.

"The accuracy is not good, Brother Wu made me laugh." Seeing Wu Lin's displeasure, Lu Ting immediately added.

"Mr. Wu, this is a good condiment, please use it slowly." The old grandson quickly sent a small dish of condiment to Wu Lin's table.

In business, there is no problem with money. You can give money for anything. The two pennies are a little less. No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it is still meat.

Wu Lin was a little angry at first, but when he saw Lu Ting talking softly and paying for him, his mood immediately improved, and he nodded and said, "You're still sensible."

To be honest, the Wu family has two farms in the suburbs of Suzhou, and more than a dozen shops, plus the old father still has a fat vacancy in the hands of the Municipal Department, Wu Lin really doesn't like the two money, but he is a deadly enemy Give in to yourself, this feeling cannot be bought with two pennies.

Of course, being in a good mood doesn't mean that he will let Lu Ting go easily. The old grievances from the past have been written down in a small notebook.

Lu Ting looked at it, and quickly frowned again: "It's too greasy to eat mutton alone, old grandson, do you have Qujiang flakes? Serve Mr. Wu a bowl of good Qujiang flakes, and the account will be settled." mine."

The old grandson said with some shame: "Returning to Mr. Lu, Qujiang flakes are the best tea, and only the big shots in the family can enjoy it. The old man can't afford it at this small stall. There is Huzhou purple bamboo shoot tea that is newly released this year. It costs five yuan a bowl, and many customers agree."

"Why are you still in a daze? Serve Mr. Wu purple bamboo shoot tea. The money for the tea will be mine." While speaking, Lu Ting casually threw out another five cents. Lin, one of the copper coins still fell on Wu Lin's head.

(End of this chapter)