Chapter 30 Bloody Case (Season 2)
Su Luo swayed twice on the spot, and it was hard to tell whether his expression was expressing grief or sadness. Zhou Chongwen was stunned for a long time, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he felt that it was worth it to pay two thousand taels of silver to get rid of the plague god.
Su Luo didn't think so. She...she didn't know what was going on in her mind. She shed tears silently and asked the heavens in silence, "God, she will never dare to challenge you again."
Zhou Chongwen quickly took out his own silver note and stuffed it into Su Luo's hand, "We are back to the starting point, isn't that great?" The gentle voice was extremely enjoyable to listen to.
Su Luo held the banknote in her hand, struggled with her thoughts for a while, sighed and put it back, bullying honest people was not her strong point. Just as she was thinking about whether to get another batch of bowls and go back to the village to dig a hole, a voice came from a restaurant on the street: "Hey, come up quickly."
Su Luo's dejected mood disappeared, and he rushed towards the restaurant angrily. Zhou Chongwen looked up and saw a leisurely ruffian's head sticking out from the restaurant's facade.
"I was forced to come in. They were the ones who provoked me." The gangster leader said this after the two men came in.
Su Luo looked around the empty restaurant and looked at Zhou Chongwen. Zhou Chongwen also looked around and looked at the bandit leader. Yun Lang pointed at the two roast ducks in front of the door to attract customers and said, "They kept showing off to me how delicious they are."
One can imagine the blow Su Luo suffered.
At this time, the waiter came over with a teapot, wiped the table and poured water, and said attentively: "The two ducks ordered by the waiter have been roasted, but it will take a little longer. There is a singer stationed in the inn. Would you like to listen to some songs to relieve your boredom?"
Yun Lang waved his hand and said, "Call him over."
Su Luo really looked down on him, and by the way, he despised the roast duck restaurant that made money by relying on gray income, and couldn't even let people have a meal in peace. Although there are always a few pretentious masters in the Xiaoqu industry who claim that they "sell art but not their bodies", this is just a standard slogan. In fact, it is an inverted sentence. If you don't believe it, just take the portraits of the masters and walk around the homes of local wealthy and political figures. I guarantee that many people will show you an ambiguous and tacky smile, and finally pat you on the shoulder and say: When the unspoken rules were popular among mothers, you were not there yet...
Su Luo snorted and turned his head to seek Zhou Si as an ally, but he saw that this guy did not exude the slightest sense of righteousness. He looked calm and composed, waiting for good news.
Hypocrite! He was even worse than a real villain like the bandit leader. Su Luo directly sentenced Zhou Si to death.
A quarter of an incense stick later, Su Luo realized that he had made a serious empiricist mistake.
The people brought in by the waiter were a man and a woman, an old man and a young girl. Don't get me wrong, this refers to two people, an old man holding a yangqin and a little girl in her teens. Obviously, these two are only suitable to play the role of the poor grandparents bullied by the evil young man, not the red-faced poison that Su Luo thought.
The little girl's voice was soft, and she was singing in a low voice. It must have been very pleasant to the ear, because both the gentleman and the bandit leader were listening attentively. However, Su Luo could not understand anything, neither the music nor the lyrics. She was just reflecting on herself, and finally realized why her method of making money by singing songs had failed. It turned out that this place was so backward that her popular tune was not popular at all.
When the song ended, the girl bowed slightly, and the old man holding the zither stood up and said, "My granddaughter has recently practiced a piece of Zheng Guangzu's Chan Gong Qu. Let's listen to one more piece."
Before Yun Lang could speak, Zhou Chongwen said, "It is really the most suitable song for those who are away from home to listen to this song."
Su Luo then realized that this song was about travelers. The three of them were all wandering in a foreign land, so it was really worth listening to this song.
The restaurant owner glanced over here, picked up his pen and wrote down that a certain table was listening to a ditty or something like that, so that he could split the bill with the grandparents and grandchildren when it came time to settle the bill.
Yunlang said, "I have heard this song on the Qinhuai River and it sounds a bit sad."
Zhou Si said that there were miserable women on both sides of the Qinhuai River, and their singing added a bit of melancholy.
Su Luo was very pleased that the two had finally found a common topic, but he couldn't help but sigh that entertainment activities in ancient times were so monotonous. It seemed that there was nothing else except drinking wine and listening to folk songs.
Another song ended. Su Luo felt that the tune was somewhat sad and gentle, but he was still scratching his head as to how to understand it. Yun Lang seemed to understand it, but he was used to wandering and his feelings were not that deep. Unlike Zhou Si, who could clap his hands and make more puzzling sighs like "Moving the boat to moor at the misty islet, the guest has new worries at dusk" after listening to the song.
Just as I finished sighing, people at the table by the window started shouting, "What kind of funeral song are you singing? Let's play a festive song, uncle."
According to Yunlang's temper, this was equivalent to a challenge, which was in line with his definition of "finding fault". Unfortunately, the roast duck was served before he had the outburst, so he forgot about the little song and threw himself into the contest with the roast duck.
Su Luo then realized that the occupancy rate in the restaurant had reached 80% without him noticing. The aroma of roast duck wafted from the kitchen, and it turned out to be lunch time.
Yun Lang ate and said, "Eat, it's on me."
Su Luo then started to work without hesitation, rolled up a pancake and handed it to Zhou Si, saying with a smile: "I suddenly thought of what we should do next."
"What are you doing?" Yun Lang was struggling with the roast duck without even raising his head.
Su Luo pointed at the diners who appeared at some point and said, "Did you see that? Food is the most important thing for people."
"Selling grain?" Yun Lang continued to fight.
Su Luo felt mixed emotions of sadness and joy when she heard the word "grain". She denied Yun Lang's answer and secretly swore that no matter what business she did in this life, she would never touch grain again!
"Do you want to open a restaurant?" Zhou Si finished his noodles slowly and asked slowly.
"That's right, food..." Su Luo had just said this when he was interrupted by the noise coming from a table by the window. Turning his head, he saw the classic scene of a young bully showing off his power.
The grandfather holding the yangqin stood in front of the table and kept apologizing with a smile, saying that my granddaughter was still young and really couldn't sing that song.
The young man in fancy clothes, surrounded by the servants, smiled arrogantly and said, "What does rap have to do with age? Some songs sound better when you are younger. Sing! This young master will reward you."
Su Luo had no intention of discriminating against people with pig-headed faces. After all, appearance is not innate. But after that sentence, Su Luo began to discriminate.
It’s not your fault if you are ugly, but it is your fault if you are ugly and a lolita complex!
With a "clang", a shining silver ingot fell to the ground. The noise in the restaurant stopped and everyone's eyes were fixed on the silver ingot, guessing where it came from.
Su Luo felt that the face looked familiar, and he saw the greasy fingerprints on the silver ingot through the reflection. He turned around and looked at Yun Lang. The boy was chewing the duck without raising his head, as if this matter had nothing to do with him, but the sound was really imitate it well, I will reward you!"
Everyone's eyes turned from the silver ingot to the only pig in the restaurant who was related to this animal. The pig ... no, it was the young man in fancy clothes. He was so angry that his eyes widened and his bristles stood up. He slammed the table and shouted, "Who do you say is a pig?"
Yun Lang raised his head, his mouth full of oil, his eyes full of sympathy, "Whoever speaks up will speak."
Su Luo didn't expect that this boy was really a good guy. Zhou Chongwen was also stunned, then lowered his head, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if he had a slightly changed impression of the bandit leader.
A servant beside the young master suddenly shouted, "Young master, he was the one who stole your buns this morning!"
Su Luo turned his head and saw that the person who spoke was the victim of Baozi who was beaten this morning, with black eyes.
Adding new hatred to old grudges, the Pig-headed Prince was furious. He couldn't tell whether it was for his face just now or for the buns he had in the morning...
"Do you want to learn?" Yun Lang threw out another ingot of silver, "I'll add another ten taels."
Su Luo felt extremely distressed and went to Yun Lang's side to close the lid of the silver box. Yun Lang stopped her and said, "I threw away my money."
Su Luo stopped talking, casually took out two ingots from the box, and threw them on the ground, "I'll give you an extra twenty taels. If you learn well, I'll give you a bonus!"
Zhou Chongwen couldn't help but look at Su Luo with new eyes. Su Luo leaned over and whispered, "It's his money anyway."
Although it was only 40 taels, this way of throwing money still made everyone present stare with their eyes wide open. The pig-headed young master was so angry that his face turned into a pig liver. He pounded his chest and stamped his feet, asking the servants to avenge him. Yun Lang was worried that he had no one to blame, so he jumped into the field arrogantly, and punched each servant one by one, and all the servants turned into pandas. The disparity in strength was there. The pig-headed young master comforted himself that it was never too late for a pig-head to take revenge. Amid the laughter of the crowd, he jumped out of the door and threw down a sentence at the end, "Don't even think about having a good life! My uncle is the magistrate of Qi County!"
Su Luo's smiling face, which was full of anticipation for the show, suddenly collapsed. However, Yun Lang, who had formed the most basic conditioned reflex in the long-term struggle with the government, took two quick steps forward and started beating the cadre's family member.
Su Luo was completely overwhelmed. This hatred was only getting bigger and bigger. This pig-head was a direct relative of Magistrate Qi, who was in charge of Zhuxian Town. How could she survive in this place in the future?
After finally pulling Yun Lang back, Su Luo tried to apologize to the blood-stained Pig-headed Young Master. It was unknown whether the Pig-headed Young Master heard him or not. Before being carried away, he kept mumbling: My uncle is the magistrate of Qi County... My uncle is the magistrate of Qi County...
Su Luo had to consider leaving Zhuxian Town. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, and they were not strong dragons anyway.
Scratching his head, Su Luo returned to the restaurant. Speechlessly, he saw the bandit leader finish his duck and sit on his feet listening to the little girl singing. The restaurant owner didn't know where he came from, and seeing that he even dared to touch the relatives of cadres, he couldn't help but show him a little more fawning respect. The other diners watched the fun for free and listened to free music. While toasting and changing cups, they recalled the details of what had just happened and smiled secretly. Surprisingly, not many of them were afraid to leave. The grandparents and grandchildren probably sang a popular song. Many diners tapped the table with their fingers to keep rhythm, and a few of them sang along quietly. For a while, the atmosphere was surprisingly good.
Seeing this scene, something seemed to flash before Su Luo's eyes, and she dispelled the shadow of beating the cadres' family members. An idea slowly emerged in her mind and became clearer and clearer.
"I have an idea." She raised her eyebrows and said with a smile.