Chapter 212 Enthusiasm and Thieves (Update)

"It is the earliest main street in Panlong City. Fifteen years ago, there were so few shops, and it is still so few now. There is not even one more shop!"

He poked the air in front of him with his index finger: "You can't buy it even if you have money, so you just say, is it popular or not?"

He Lingchuan smiled and said: "Tianshuang Restaurant?"

"Who goes to that poor place? His best wine is secretly mixed with water." Hu Min said disdainfully, "If you want to go to Yixiang Tower!"

The quality of Yixianglou is reflected in the environment, and the price of food and drinks is twice as expensive as ordinary restaurants like Tianshuang Restaurant.

He Lingchuan touched his pocket. Fortunately, he had saved some money after completing patrol missions a few times before.

Xiao Maoliang was unavailable, so A Luo came as requested. He Lingchuan also invited Liu Tong, Men Pan, Fatty and Willow. When these current teammates heard that he was serving drinks at Yixiang Tower, they came without saying a word.

Only then did He Lingchuan know that the team had lost three members during the fierce battle eight days ago, and now there were only six people left alive, including him. This staffing will definitely need to be adjusted, and they can take a break before new personnel are added.

The sacrifice of comrades has always been a sad story. However, no one showed much sadness, and instead drank and ate very happily.

He Lingchuan knew that these people were accustomed to the life of licking blood from the blade of a knife, and had long been indifferent to life and death, enjoying themselves in time.

Even if it's sad, it's only temporary.

If you live in Panlong City, you have to learn to look away.

After every battle, big or small, the restaurants, restaurants, and Red Houses in the city always do very good business. Soldiers who have just received military merit awards don't mind going to the market to spend money and have some fun to promote consumption.

At noon today, Yixiang Tower was packed with people.

The door panel grabbed the wine glass and stood up, shouting around: "He Lingchuan is here, who wants to have a drink with him?"

There was a sudden silence in the field, and everyone looked back.

Until the door panel stretched out his hand, pointed and pointed at He Lingchuan, and then shouted: "Ah? Who is coming?"

There was a loud bang, and a cloud of people responded.

A man who was stronger than the door panel jumped out of the bench first, stepped in front of He Lingchuan in two steps, and spilled less than half of the wine in the glass.

He raised his glass to his nose and said roughly:

"Good man, I respect you!"

What else could He Lingchuan say, he could only raise his glass and drink it down in one gulp.

The thin man quickly poured him wine.

Two more people came over, one of them was half a step ahead, and the wine glass almost hit He Lingchuan's nose: "You brought my fiancée back, I thank you!"

He Lingchuan was stunned, and everyone burst into laughter. Several of them shouted, "He risked his life to send your wife back, and you just say a few words? No, no, no, that's too shabby!"

The man grinned: "Do you want some advice from you guys? I gave them to you!" He asked He Lingchuan, "Do those jars of pickles smell bad?"

It turned out to be a gift from him! He Lingchuan couldn't answer for a while, so he hesitated and said: "It stinks... it stinks!"

The man immediately beamed: "Smelly is the right thing! Smelly makes good pickles!"

He took another step closer: "Let me tell you, every time my mother's pickles come out of the vat, others are rushing to buy them. They are no cheaper than the Chuntai wine in the south of the city!"

He gave it as a good gift, and He Lingchuan drank another drink with him: "Okay, I'll ask you for it after eating."

The man gave him a thumbs up and made room for others.

After a few more toasters passed by, a woman came unexpectedly, with a pair of short thorns slung around her waist. She put the wine bottle in front of He Lingchuan, turned around and pointed at the man who brought the pickles: "I am his fiancée! If you hadn't jumped into the monster cave, maybe he would have gone to find the little girl now. Thank you. you!"

A Luo was drinking and choked when he heard this.

He Lingchuan looked at the woman's big shoulders and round hips, and then at her fiancé, who was thin and tall. He coughed lightly and said, "I wish you a happy marriage."

The woman said to He Lingchuan: "I'll toast you three glasses, you can do whatever you want." After that, she poured three glasses of wine, drank it with her neck up, it was more satisfying than drinking water, and then said, "My sister is not married yet. I’ve been involved in several marriages, and I’m very optimistic. Do you want to introduce me to me?”

Before He Lingchuan could speak, someone next to him answered: "Don't look at her, don't look at her, her sister is also a bitch, you can't run away if she gets involved!"

Everyone laughed, and the woman also sneered: "Wu Laoliu, get up, let's fight!"

The focus was no longer on He Lingchuan. He silently simmered a glass of wine and turned around to see that there were at least dozens of people lining up behind him and hundreds of people watching. He felt his scalp numb.

Just two-quarters of an hour later, he was half-stretched.

He lay on the table to hide from the wine. The thin man patted his back and said to everyone: "I'm drunk. I'm drunk. Stop the toast. Come early next time!"

He stood there for a while, and then the enthusiastic drinkers slowly dispersed.

He Lingchuan calmed down for a long time and used his strength to suppress his drunkenness.

In the Battle of Ghost Needle Stone Forest, everyone fought back-to-back in a desperate situation. He Lingchuan also sacrificed his life to blow up the demon nest. He immediately developed a firm revolutionary friendship with everyone. At this time, under the catalysis of wine, they became brothers again, talking and laughing as if they were old friends for many years.

Liu Tong explained to He Lingchuan: "I reported your performance. The superiors appreciate it very much, but think that you have joined the patrol for too short a time and have insufficient experience, so you will not be promoted for the time being."

He Lingchuan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Once promoted to team leader, he would have a chance to be selected into the Gale Army, but now he has not even become the fire chief.

But as Liu Tong said, he lacks battlefield experience, so how can he command others?

Liu Tong blushed, patted his chest and assured him: "Brother He, you are brave and lucky. As long as you don't die in a few more missions, you will definitely be promoted!"

Liu Tiao can drink more than men, and has already drunk two small jars. But she likes to laugh when she drinks too much, unlike her usual look of looking at everyone as if they owe her money.

She patted He Lingchuan's shoulder hard: "These men are so cowardly that they dare not personally hand over the compensation for Sun Jiayuan, saying that they can't bear to see women crying, and they actually asked me to go. You see, I'm not familiar with the surname Sun!"

She patted again and lowered her voice and said: "After the compensation was delivered, his sister Sun Fuling didn't cry at all, she was very calm. I even chatted with her for a while. It turned out that Sun Jiayuan owed a lot of bad debts outside, which is the so-called donkey skin debt. I don't know how many layers of interest have been compounded. The most recent time was to steal Sun Fuling's land deeds and valuables to make up for the loss, but he lost it again. He once chopped off the two little fingers of his left and right hands, swore to never gamble again, and then... and then died before he started to chop off his ring finger."

No wonder Sun Jiayuan was determined to die. There is only gambling debt in the world that cannot be owed. "If he is declared a hero, can his gambling debts be written off?"

"Of course. Although the creditor is unwilling, Panlong City stipulates that the family members of heroes have one chance to offset their debts. Not to mention not paying back the money, even the crime of murder can be offset. This is called clearing the debts."

"Is this okay?" He Lingchuan ate a peanut. Tianshuang Restaurant sells peanuts for one cent per plate, but here it costs four cents per plate, and there is nothing special about it. Well, it's very expensive, "I thought Panlong City banned gambling."

"Are you kidding? Panlong City certainly banned gambling!" The thin man who had been busy drinking said, "But gamblers will definitely find a place, just like cats can always smell fishy smells."

He Lingchuan shrugged. Sure enough, light and darkness always go together, and there is no shortage of what should be and what shouldn't be.

Willow Tiao patted He Lingchuan's shoulder again, but he dodged. This woman was drunk, and she didn't care about the severity of her attack.

After eating and drinking, everyone went back to their own homes, and the thin man even packed up the leftovers and took them back. According to him, in response to the official frugality initiative, food should not be wasted, especially when it is so expensive.

He Lingchuan and A Luo both lived in wooden houses, and the two of them found a donkey cart to go home together.

A Luo was dazed and almost fell when he got off the car.

He Lingchuan recovered and was much more sober, so he paid the fare, helped him into the house, and then walked back to his own home.

He stood in front of his door and sighed.

This kind of door is useless, and you can jump over it with one hand. However, all his rewards were exchanged for shops, so he could only accumulate more merits and strive to change houses as soon as possible.

In fact, military merits in Panlong City are not easy to earn. This time he only got a major opportunity for a single person to make merits. For example, the usual patrol missions have to face crazy monsters, which are not low in danger, and the accumulated military merits and rewards are only a little bit.

Most soldiers can only climb slowly within this system, like snails climbing trees, and they cannot break the law or make mistakes. It is difficult to accumulate military merits, but it is easy to lose them.

Didn't Luo make a big mistake and then become a poor man living in a wooden house? He hasn't turned over yet.

He was about to push the door open when a voice suddenly came from the side:

"Hey!"

Very close, right next to him.

He Lingchuan turned around and saw a woman with a boy of seven or eight years old standing four feet away.

She covered her face with a cloth, revealing a pair of almond eyes, thin eyebrows, and skin as white as milk.

"Is there anything wrong?"

As soon as He Lingchuan opened his mouth, the boy struggled violently, as if he wanted to run away, but was controlled by the woman.

He thought it was a mother and son, but when he looked closely, he saw that the boy's shoulder was held by her hand. He was as thin as a monkey, but his expression was like a little wolf cub, baring his teeth at everyone.

What's going on?

The woman spoke again: "What did you lose?"

"How did you..." Her words were incoherent, and He Lingchuan was slow to react, "A bundle of firewood and two crucian carps."

"This kid stole from seven nearby families, including you. He came to your house for the second time and wanted to steal things at the door, but was caught by passers-by, so I chased him." The woman grabbed the boy and pulled him forward, "Well, I am also a victim."

"Where have I seen you before?" He Lingchuan felt that the boy looked familiar. After thinking carefully, damn, isn't it the little thief he met when he first entered the Panlong City in his dream?

At that time, the little ghost was about to steal the divine bone necklace. He Lingchuan originally planned to teach him a lesson, but Hu Min happened to call him in the street. The two met by surprise and were busy reminiscing about the past, and the little thief took the opportunity to slip away.

After going around in circles, the little ghost still stole his things. "It turned out to be you!"

The boy turned his head and refused to look at him: "I don't recognize you!"