Chapter 797 Heavy Rain, Paper Umbrellas, White Clothes

After morning.

When the two arrived in Shengping County, it happened that the sky was changing, dark clouds were pressing down on the county town, and it happened to be drizzle.

But look at that day, it is estimated that it will not be long before we have to throw the ladle.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and two gray-haired old guards were guarding the gate of Shengping County.

But when it comes to guarding the gate, in fact, it is not completely guarded.

Just when Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu left the horses at the post station next to the city gate, they happened to see two dedicated veterans. When they woke up, they yawned and walked inside, leaving Shengping County empty.

Defense so lax?

Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu looked at each other, didn't they say that the world outside is desolate, bandits are rampant, and the market is not good?

But taking advantage of the opening of the city gate, Yi Lin directly dragged Wang Xiaohu into the city.

Yi Lin found something on the road. The silver they took from the robbers had the inscription of a certain bank printed on it, and it was really going to be found out. It's hard to explain the source.

The well-behaved robbing of the rich and giving to the poor is likely to be misunderstood in the end.

Shengping County, Shengping County, Shengping County.

The name of this county is good.

But when the two stepped in, they didn't have the slightest intention of "singing and dancing".

There are many homeless beggars squatting beside the avenue, and they habitually beg from passers-by.

"Hungry...I'm hungry...please give me some food!"

"I have an eighty-year-old mother, a seven-year-old child, and my wife is still disabled..."

"Save the child... I haven't had a full meal for eighteen days..."

Someone was crying.

Someone screamed.

Someone is crying hungry.

The beggars just habitually stretched out their hands to Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu, and when they looked up, what a fellow, it turned out to be a furry boy whose hair hadn't even grown yet, and immediately withdrew their hands into their sleeves unluckily. look again,

Wang Xiaohu was tall and big, with a knife on his waist, they didn't dare to beg for it at once, they shrank their trembling hands back into their tattered sleeves, pretending they had never begged before.

Seeing their pity, Wang Xiaohu stretched out his hand to touch his bosom.

Not long ago, because the money was too heavy, Yi Lin deposited part of the money with Wang Xiaohu.

Yi Lin saw Wang Xiaohu's plan, lightly pressed the hand of her friend who was about to make a fuss, and shook her head discreetly.

Wang Xiaohu hesitated for a few seconds, but still chose to follow Yi Lin's advice.

The two communicated silently, without attracting the attention of others.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt tore apart the dark clouds.

The bright light of lightning made the faces of the two of them turn pale.

Immediately afterwards, a downpour of rain fell, smashing the ground.

"It's raining!"

"Run!"

Seeing the torrential rain, the beggars, who had seemed vacant just now, all ran away with a whimper.

Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at the beggars who dispersed in a rush, not understanding why the poor man who had just kept saying that he hadn't had enough to eat for eighteen days could run faster than Wang Xiaohu.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and hide from the rain."

Yi Lin smiled and gave Wang Xiaohu a hand, but she erected an invisible "nian umbrella" on top of her head to keep out the rain.

The two walked along the eaves, passed the market, and came to a luxurious building.

This should be regarded as the bustling city in Shengping County.

But at this moment, due to the bad weather, the heavy rain can even drip holes in the oil umbrella, so the street is lonely and empty of pedestrians.

"Where are we going to hide from the rain?"

Yi Lin quickly looked around for a moment, pointing in a direction.

Wang Xiaohu looked in the direction of Yi Lin's finger, and immediately took a deep breath: "Wanxiang Tower? Wait, brother Lin, is this the legendary place of fireworks... Brothel!"

Wang Xiaohu was startled.

He never expected Yi Lin to be such a person.

How old is this!

He also grew up under the influence of the story of Uncle Niu since he was a child.

Whenever Uncle Niu talks about the most famous and desirable place in Dongsheng Shenzhou, "Wanxiang Tower", he always subconsciously adds a lot of wonderful ink.

Even though Uncle Niu cared about the child's innocence, what he said in a few words meant that Wanxianglou was not a decent place.

After a while.

Only then did Wang Xiaohu realize that he was wrong and misunderstood.

It turned out that Yi Lin was referring to the teahouse next door to Wanxianglou.

The name on the plaque of the tea house is a bit unique-Sanpinxuan.

There are many people hiding from the rain in Sanpinxuan.

Some of them seemed to have no money, but they were kicked out by a tall and powerful spectator in front of the teahouse.

When Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu stepped into the teahouse in a hurry, when the eyes of the tall spectators fell on Yi Lin's face, they first showed disgust.

Then he quickly turned to Wang Xiaohu, his eyes finally fell on the broad knife in Wang Xiaohu's waist, then he squinted his eyes, grinned, and said with a smile on his face: "Oh, guest officer, look at your face, you two have noble faces at night, look It’s not an ordinary master. Come, come, you two, sit in the teahouse! Come on, give me a seat in the teahouse!”

"It seems that Wang Xiaohu's hidden charisma attribute is really not low."

Yi Lin muttered secretly.

It seems that Wang Xiaohu is really the right one to bring on this trip...it is very useful.

At the very least, it saves a lot of trouble.

But Wang Xiaohu's face doesn't look like someone with a high charm value. Charm and charm, you really don't need to look at your face?

Stepping into the teahouse, Yi Lin habitually observed the surrounding environment.

Even after spending thirteen years here, Yi Lin still hasn't forgotten the little habits she had in trials as an apostle.

There is a middle-aged storyteller, waving a paper fan, talking about all kinds of anecdotes with great interest in the teahouse.

A group of tea drinkers surrounded the storyteller, saying hello and applauding from time to time.

On each tea table, groups of three or four were chatting about affairs in the Jianghu.

In the most conspicuous place of Sanpinxuan, there is a calligraphic work posted. In Yi Lin's opinion, the calligraphy is ordinary, but the content is somewhat interesting-"taste tea, taste people, and taste all things in the world."

The two sat on the second floor.

The open-air balcony is covered with tiles, and the environment is not too bad.

The surrounding sounds are very mixed.

The sound of storytelling, conversation, rain, and the melodious sounds of the next door all mixed together, like a song in the market.

It was Wang Xiaohu's first visit to the county seat, looking around, looking like a country bumpkin.

After a while, Yi Lin ordered a pot of hot tea, added a few plates of delicate and barren snacks, and sat down steadily.

"call--"

Wang Xiaohu poured a full cup of hot tea, let it cool down a little with his mouth, and took a big gulp with his neck raised. It seemed that he was quite tired from the overnight journey, and he could finally rest.

Yi Lin closed her eyes and began to listen carefully.

Wang Xiaohu watched as Yi Lin closed his eyes and did not speak, did not drink tea, let alone eat. He was gnawing on peanuts boredly, counting one by one. The two were silent for a while, and finally Wang Xiaohu couldn't help it anymore. Thinking of what happened just now, he said in a low voice with a little shyness: "Brother Lin, I thought just now, where are you planning to go."

Wang Xiaohu pursed his lips towards the partition wall, meaning it was in place.

Yi Lin didn't open her eyes, and replied with a smile: "Maybe I really have a chance to go in and see."

"hiss……?"

Wang Xiaohu took a deep breath.

It rained heavily, and the vegetation in the old hometown was deep.

It rained for half an hour.

Go down and get bigger.

The guests in the teahouse were all trapped in the teahouse and couldn't leave. This group of people could only sip their tea and listen to the storytellers to pass the time.

When it was close to noon, the sky was still dark, and the dark clouds hadn't disappeared at all. It seemed that the long-lost rain would have to fall for a while.

On the street, due to the lack of drainage system, half of the street was flooded by bursts of turbulence, like a shallow stream, and the sound of water was constant.

Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu also sat in the "private seat" on the second floor for half an hour. Yi Lin asked someone to refill tea from time to time. After the sixth refill of the teapot, the waiter looked at Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu. Something is wrong.

Wang Xiaohu was also a little apprehensive, did they sit here for a long time, any further delay would cause troubles every minute.

Don't get me wrong, Wang Xiaohu is not worried about the two of them, but the people in the teahouse.

Anyone who witnessed the bloody scene of Yi Lin killing the robbers with his own eyes would not naively think that Yi Lin is an innocent young man with no power to restrain himself.

"By the way, Brother Lin, are we still leaving?"

"Go?" Yi Lin finally opened her eyes, and looked at the latter speechlessly: "Where are you going?"

"Ah this?" Wang Xiaohu scratched his head, "I don't know about that."

"That's it." Yi Lin finally took a sip of the cold tea in front of her, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really tiring to collect information in this environment."

Come, come, come!

Wang Xiaohu shook his spirits, regaining his spirits.

It's Brother Lin's dialect!

"Collect...information?"

Wang Xiaohu asked.

Yi Lin explained with a smile: "A place where fish and dragons are mixed is the easiest place to collect information. When people are relaxing, sometimes they will even inadvertently leak and reveal some secrets."

"Brother Lin, do you mean?" Wang Xiaohu first quietly stretched out his finger and poked it towards the space below, meaning "tea customers downstairs", then he looked at Yi Lin with more admiration in his eyes: "Brother Lin, What do you know?"

Yi Lin raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, just as she was about to say something, a strange movement came from downstairs.

"Hush."

Yi Lin made a motion to silence Wang Xiaohu, but he himself stood up, walked to the eaves of the second floor, and looked out.

In torrential rain.

A guest in white with a snow-white paper umbrella stepped on the water at a leisurely pace.

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