The young boy who was beaten half to death was found in the warehouse of the shipyard. When he was found, he was spitting out blood and unconscious. Apart from that, there was no other clue.
The rest of the people in the shipyard saw it and didn't pay much attention to it. After all, this kind of thing happened a lot. They might have offended some rich and noble lord, and they were given a lesson by the rich and noble lord. It's a great fortune to be able to save one's life.
The life of a boy in the Goulan is even worse than the lives of the women in the Goulan. If he is killed, he will only pay two silver coins at most.
But the investigation still needs to be investigated. After all, it is considered a half-life, but it can only be regarded as an investigation. If some rich and noble lord is really involved, this strict investigation will ruin the friendship. It is not worth it for a young man. when.
After that, there were still young servants who came to ask Lao Cao to do things, but they were just doing things.
The two guarded the pavilion, most of the day was boring, and when Lao Cao was not doing things, the two of them just stared at each other.
Chen Jiu couldn't be idle, couldn't stand it, he found a chessboard from somewhere, placed it in the pavilion, waved his hand forward, made a gesture of please, and then said to the old Cao who couldn't read.
"Please play the game!"
The old man scratched his head and stared blankly at Chen Jiu, not knowing what he was doing.
So that afternoon, Chen Jiu was teaching Lao Cao to play chess hand in hand. At first, he taught Go slowly, but Lao Cao really didn't understand. Those small eyes caught in wrinkles looked at Chen in confusion. Nine.
So Chen Jiu simply waved his hand and changed to teaching backgammon.
It's really simple, it's just a line between five o'clock, Lao Cao also learned quickly, and the two of them fought fiercely within half a day.
Chen Jiu is a veritable stinky chess basket. He went to the back and regretted the game frequently, saying that he was wrong, and let me think about it.
Lao Cao just smiled foolishly and let Chen Jiu regret the game.
At the most outrageous moment, Chen Jiu regretted two moves at once, so in this game of chess, the two played all night, and in the end it was Chen Jiu, a stinky chess basket, who won.
He wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and sighed: "A narrow victory, a narrow victory, it's really a match for chess!"
Lao Cao just grinned with his old yellow teeth, and took a sip of the little wine that he kept beside him that he was reluctant to drink.
The two squatted in the pavilion every day, playing chess when they had nothing to do. Later, Chen Jiu was annoyed by playing chess. As soon as the chessboard was moved, they began to ask Lao Cao about the romantic affairs in the Goulan.
For example, which woman has the best looks and the best figure.
The old man just shook his head and kept silent, but couldn't bear Chen Jiu's constant softness, so Lao Cao had to drink a little wine, faltering and speaking slowly.
Chen Jiu listened with relish and nodded frequently.
The old man only talked about some ordinary women in Goulan, but he didn't dare to talk about those with high status.
In the next few days, the two of them couldn't find anything to do, so Chen Jiu often took Lao Cao to jump into the Huai River to take a bath at dusk.
Although the old man was short, he had a strong figure, and he was the most agile in doing errands on weekdays. The dog planer in the Huai River caught Chen Jiu in a daze. Who would have thought that a dog planer could swim so fast?
The two of them have nothing to do all day long.
Towards the end of the month, Chen Jiu might be really bored, so he started to fight, often in the early morning or evening when there were few people, he fought all the way along the bank of the Huai River, and when he reached the end of the Goulan Boathouse, he started to fight again return.
Lao Cao was drinking some wine by the side, watching the sunset in the Huai River, grinning.
One evening, while walking and practicing boxing, Chen Jiu suddenly stopped and punched the sky inexplicably.
Lao Cao looked puzzled and asked softly, "What's the matter?"
Chen Jiu was silent for a while, smiled, and pointed to the unusually bright full moon in the sky, "I want to shoot that thing down."
Lao Cao was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.
After this month passed, Goulan paid the salary, Chen Jiu and Lao Cao Jia together carried four taels of silver, Chen Jiu insisted on splitting half of the money, but Lao Cao couldn't handle it, so it was only two taels per person.
Now that he has money, it's different. It is said that money is a man's guts. Chen Jiu's guts came up immediately, and he ran to the shop in the city that day, and he even took Lao Cao with him.
The old man waved his hand, saying that he wanted to guard the pavilion, but he couldn't go.
Chen Jiu also had to go to the center of the city alone. There are many kinds of shops in the city.
Chen Jiu first bought a bottle of good wine, thinking that he and Lao Cao were both on the edge of the Huai River, so he bought two more fishing rods, and thought that after he caught the fish, he had to get it by himself.
Pots and pans, salt, vinegar and chili sauce have to be bought again.
After buying all the way, Chen Jiu didn't have much money left. Fortunately, he didn't have anything to buy, so he just wandered around with his things, and went to see what looked strange.
Next to the wine shop at the entrance of the city, there is a fortune teller who supports the stall.
Chen Jiu was quite interested in this, so he ran over and sat down.
The fortune teller was a middle-aged man, wearing a Taoist robe of unknown make, but fortunately, Daomai didn't pay much attention to the matter of Taoist robes, so Taoist robes in the world, no matter whether you are a Taoist or not, you can wear them casually.
The fortune teller tapped the table lightly with his hand and asked, "What are you?"
After hearing this, Chen Jiu was taken aback for a moment, lowered his head and thought about it carefully, and always felt that he was at a disadvantage, so he asked back, "What are you?"
Now it was the fortune teller's turn to be stunned.
He slowed down, and put it another way, "What do you want to do?"
There is no ambiguity here.
Chen Jiu scratched his head, "There's nothing to worry about."
The fortune teller was speechless.
Why do you come here with nothing to worry about?
Chen Jiu thought about it again, then suddenly lowered his head, and asked in a low voice, "Master Daoist, can you just touch the young girl's little hand casually?"
The fortune teller was stunned for a while, sighed, and explained: "That's called palm reading, and you don't need to touch your hands to read palm reading."
Chen Jiu became interested, "Then how can I touch my hands?"
The fortune teller patiently explained: "I just do a general fortune-telling, I don't know how to touch my hands."
Chen Jiu didn't give up, "Then I just want to touch it?"
The fortune teller lifted the bench under his buttocks, "It's none of my business if you want to touch it, just go and touch it."
Chen Jiu asked suspiciously: "Aren't you going to touch the girl's wrist and help her test it?"
The fortune-teller replied patiently with a sullen face, "That's the doctor's pulse, not palmistry."
Chen Jiu looked disappointed, "Oh, this is too boring."
After a while, he suddenly asked the fortune teller again: "Then do you know how the doctor touches the girl's little hand?"
The fortune teller suddenly lifted the bench under his buttocks, raised it high, and said angrily to Chen Jiu: "You're fucking endless, do you even count?!"
Seeing that he was in a hurry, Chen Jiu quickly waved his hands, "Do the math."
The fortune teller lost his temper, sat down again, and said with a straight face, "What do you want to do?"
Chen Jiu stared blankly, "Calculate whatever you want."
The fortune teller was very speechless, so he picked up a bunch of bamboo sticks and handed them to Chen Jiu, "That will count as your next fortune."
Chen Jiu frowned, "Isn't this too casual?"
The fortune teller's face darkened.
Chen Jiu had no choice but to take the bamboo sticks, and shook them like those who asked for them. After shaking a few times, the two bamboo sticks fell one by one.
Chen Jiuxian picked up the first one, on which was written the shocking word "fierce" in red ink.
Chen Jiu smiled and comforted himself, "It's okay, there will be good luck after the disaster, don't be afraid."
He picked up another bamboo stick, it was really different from this one, with two characters on it.
fierce!
Also added an exclamation point.
Chen Jiu held two bamboo sticks in his hand, looked at them carefully, and then looked at the fortune teller with a mournful face, "Master Daoist, are your sticks working?"
The fortune teller didn't expect Chen Jiuhui to be so unlucky. After a while, he faltered and said: "It should be... or... pretty spirit."
Chen Jiu put the bamboo stick back, "Master Dao, can you shake it again? I don't want to accept the prize this time."
The fortune teller waved his hand, "It won't work again."
Chen Jiu could only return the bamboo stick listlessly, "Okay."
The fortune teller didn't want to disturb him in such a distraught state, he only waited for him to go far away before the fortune teller took the bamboo stick and shook his head, "Unlucky boy."
After a while, he was startled suddenly.
Did this kid not give money?
After a while, the fortune teller chuckled and shook his head.
Forget it, just a little cause and effect.
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In the evening and dusk, at the small pavilion in Goulan.
Chen Jiu stepped into the pavilion in a daze and started yelling.
"Old Cao, I'm dying!"
The old man was completely bewildered, why is he going to die all of a sudden when he is such a good person?
After the old man asked the reason, he comforted Chen Jiu, who was frustrated: "Fortune tellers in the city are all half-hearted Mr. Yin and Yang. They have no skills and are not very effective. Don't worry."
Chen Jiu thought about it, and felt that it was the same reason. This fortune teller didn't even know how to touch a girl's little hand, and he had the ability to use a hammer.
After some self-consolation, Chen Jiu's mood became better again, and he handed the little wine to Lao Cao, saying that it was specially brought for him, then holding the fishing rod, he hurriedly asked the old man to go fishing together.
On the edge of the Huai River in Goulan, there are two more fishermen.
Chen Jiu couldn't bear his temper. During the fishing period, he punched with his fists on the side, while the old man sat on the bank, drinking a small wine, shaking his short legs, watching the sunset, with a faint smile on his old face meaning.
Goulan Huai River is a branch of the Huai River across Tianguang Prefecture, so there are a lot of products. Many scale insects belong to Jianghualong, and this waterway is taken.
Naturally, the two of them didn't spend too much time fishing. Lao Cao's hook bit the bait first, and after pulling up the reel, Chen Jiu was almost as silly as he was.
There is a little tortoise hanging on it.
Chen Jiu slapped his belly with a smile, "Old Cao, you are so lucky."
Then his hook moved.
Chen Jiu immediately stood up, full of enthusiasm, "Old Cao, watch out, I'll catch you a big fish!"
He pulled the hook suddenly and pulled it out in the water, only to see a few pieces of aquatic plants scattered on the hook.
Other than that, nothing.
Chen Jiu held the fishing rod and stared blankly at the hook.
The old man covered his mouth and suppressed a smile.
Chen Jiu suddenly turned to look at the old man, "Old Cao, let's have stewed bastard tonight, it should be pretty good."