Chapter 299

In the restaurant room, Wu Sheng's mother and the scholar watched as Zhao Ju used his chopsticks like the wind and quickly swallowed the eight dishes and one soup on the table. He swallowed unconsciously, looking at each other dumbfounded and speechless.

After hesitating for a while, Wu Sheng slowly stood up and advised kindly: "How many days have you been hungry? Young man, eat slowly, don't accidentally chew the table!"

What responded to her was Zhao Jiu's ouch.

Although the scholar didn't understand, he still grabbed her and pouted to stop her, "Forget it, forget it, we don't have much money. How can I not be hungry during this escape? Even if I gnawed on the table, I was afraid that he would Let’s eat it raw!”

"Shut up and wait," she said in disgust.

Can you not be hungry? In order to look good, Zhao stayed in the inn all day and night without eating a grain of rice, and even drank only half a cup of water.

After all, the feeling of "hungry" really can't be acted out!

After eating and drinking, Zhao wiped his mouth with his sleeve, pointed at the clothes on his body and muttered. The scholar understood this time and hurriedly asked the boy to boil water. He had no choice but to find clothes.

After washing up, I patted my clothes, smiled with satisfaction, and turned to sleep. Zhao looked so relaxed and leisurely that someone who didn't know better thought this was his home and the other two were his servants.

The scholar who had just finished his work and sat down suddenly turned pale and scolded fiercely: "What a bastard, the Beihu barbarian has no fucking etiquette at all. After eating and drinking, he washed himself up and fell asleep without even saying hello." . All dead people know how to moan. "

"We saved an ancestor!"

On the contrary, the old mother Wusheng looked at it openly and comforted her with a smile: "It's not just an ancestor, it's a living ancestor! Save your worries, kid. If the barbarians knew the etiquette, they wouldn't be called barbarians! Bear with him for a few days and wait until he is sent out of prison." That’s it.”

"When will someone come? I can't stand this kind of thing. It's an insult to politeness! It's really an insult to politeness!"

As the scholar walked out, he lowered his voice and shouted, "I'm going out to listen to music..."

"People will arrive in a day or two." Wu Sheng's mother didn't stop him, she shook her head helplessly and let him walk out.

The exhortation "be careful."

After resting peacefully for a day, Zhao kept calling on the two of them. They were asking for wine and meat, making all kinds of strange requests without being polite, listening to music and going on a cruise, which made the two of them very tired.

All day and night, the arrogant smile on Zhao's face never stopped, and his babbling sounded a bit bossy. It's a pity that after all the trouble, I still couldn't figure out the identity of the two people.

We can only roughly guess that the two of them lived most of their lives in Shu and Hexi.

On the afternoon of the third day, when it was getting dark, a third person came into the room, a man with his face covered.

As soon as he sat down, he couldn't wait to say: "Let's go, our people are already waiting in Chuzhou."

The two of them nodded, glanced at Zhao Jiu, and said directly: "Let's go, we will set off to take you back to Beihu."

Without any extra movement, Zhao stood up and took the lead to walk outside. The masked man glanced at Wu Sheng's mother curiously, her eyes seeming to say: Has he been pulling like this all the time?

Mother Wu Sheng sighed and nodded helplessly. The scholar next to him snorted disdainfully and said disdainfully: "You are a barbarian..."

"Barbarian!"

There was a carriage parked at the back door, and Zhao took the lead and got into the carriage. The masked man and the Wusheng Old Mother followed closely behind and got in one after another. The scholar drove the carriage and wandered towards the west gate.

As soon as the carriage stepped out, two people appeared behind them. One person touched the door frame and laughed, "Chuzhou, Laojiu's secret code said Chuzhou. I'll follow you first. You go back and report to Xuanwu. Get to Chuzhou early and be prepared!"

"clear."

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The carriage kept going, returning to the ferry and heading up the river. As the speed gradually slowed down, Zhao understood that this was for concealment.

It is faster to take the official road, but after all, there are many people and complicated eyes, and it is different to take the waterway. The river is so wide, and if there is fog, it is difficult to see the boat clearly, let alone the people on the boat.

After walking for more than three days, we got off the boat outside Chuzhou City. Just like before, there was a carriage waiting early. This time, they didn't even enter Chuzhou City, and just took the mountain road and walked west.

Forget about the bumps on the road, even Zhao’s mark is not easy to hit. I can only hope that Suzaku and White Tiger will follow closely, otherwise I will really have to run out of the border.

When it got dark, they had already bypassed Chuzhou City. According to theory, the four of them had already left the Jiangnan boundary at this time.

Only then did the carriage stop at an abandoned temple. Wu Sheng's old mother got out of the carriage first, followed by the masked man and the scholar, and finally Zhao Jiu, who looked impatient.

The three of them didn't explain anything. Wu Sheng's old mother came forward and knocked on the temple door and said: "The pass is green and the sacred mountain is white."

The temple door slowly opened, and there was another old woman. She smiled happily and said, "Sister, you are so fast. I thought I would have to wait a few days."

"Who dares to be careless about a matter that the young master personally takes care of? What about you, have you been unusual lately?"

"Nothing. Come in and talk. It's foggy outside."

Wusheng Old Mother nodded, waved to the three people behind her, and took the lead into the deserted temple. Zhao was not polite and still walked in front, looking around curiously as he walked.

There were five people sitting in the temple. In addition to the old woman who opened the door, there was also a man in his sixties or seventies with a goatee and a long coat; a tall middle-aged man with leather arm guards and disheveled hair; a farmer in linen clothes. A hunchbacked old man dressed up; a fat-headed, big-eared middle-aged man wearing a short coat with a kitchen knife on his waist; and a fair young man smoking a cigarette and neatly combing his hair.

When he saw the few people, the scholar smiled and greeted them, "Oh, accountant, blacksmith, farmer, cook and actor, it's rare to see you together!"

"Scholar, don't talk if you can't speak!" The fair-skinned young man rolled his eyes.

The goatee man pointed at Zhao Jue and asked, "Is this the Hu man?"

The scholar nodded and sat down. Zhao Jue followed suit, sat down and picked up the barbecue and ate it, not taking them seriously at all. After eating a piece, he touched the scholar and babbled to signal, and the scholar handed him a pot of wine with a bitter face.

The other six people changed their faces when they saw this, especially the old woman, who knocked the ground with her cane and cursed, "You are so rude, have you never read a book for a long time?"

But Zhao Jue still ate meat and drank wine by himself, pretending not to hear anything. Wusheng's mother pulled the old woman and smiled to comfort her: "Don't get angry! He's just a northern barbarian."

The other five people heard it and lowered their eyes silently, forgetting to see him. The scholar had long been accustomed to it, just curled his lips, and continued to drink and eat meat.

The masked man stood by the door, eating a big cake, and asked the old woman quietly: "Should we send him out directly, or go back to Hexi first?"

The old woman said: "Don't stay in Hexi, just send him out directly."

Although their voices were very low, Zhao Jue, who was concentrating on eavesdropping, still heard something.

Hexi? !