After Zhou Xiaomo arrived upstairs, he did not immediately go to stand up for his bad habits. Instead, he put on a nouveau riche's face, stepped on his neck legs, and shouted arrogantly: "Old man, how do you sell your knife?"

A big bearded man with alcohol all over his body was laughing and pulling a little girl's wrist. He was about to touch the girl amid the lewd laughter of several companions beside him, but he didn't expect that someone would come to buy a knife at this time. Just when he was stunned, the little girl took the opportunity to break free from his hands and hid behind the old man.

Looking at the face, the girl looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with red lips and white face, and her body grew up. Although she was wearing thick clothes and shabby pants, she still couldn't hide her graceful curves. In addition, women's clothes were relatively open during the Tang Dynasty. In hot weather, they were thin and had low straps. The clothes were old but tender, which attracted several other tables of men to glance at each other.

Six big men were squatting on a table next to the window, each with bare arms and a sweat towel drooping on his shoulders. Everyone was drinking red. There were a few jars of wine under the table, and a few jars of wine on the table had been opened. It seemed that the wine was just a joy.

When the great men saw Zhou Xiaomo suddenly appear, they were also stunned.

"Tsk tsk tsk! He is so hot this day. Waiter, hurry up and serve me a few cold dishes, the best cold dishes, and then give me a few bottles of cold beer to quench my thirst." Zhou Xiaomo said as he stepped on his neck, stepped a few steps between the bearded man and the old man, and asked, "Old man, is your knife good? How much does it cost? Can you cut off a person's neck?"

Ice-cold beer?

The waiter looked confused, what the hell is beer?

Saw the neck?

Everyone laughed. This guy was obviously a person who had never touched a knife. Do you think cutting your neck is a sawing tree!

The old man was about fifty or sixty years old. His hair was gray and his face was covered with wind and frost. He could tell at a glance that he had been traumatized by life. His waist was bent and his back was soaked with sweat. He looked like a genuine honest man.

It’s a pussy. Why are honest people bullied in any era? Is it the destruction of human nature or the bad world? Seeing the old man protecting his daughter with his thin body and being compared by the evil man with a tiger-back and bear-back, it was really pitiful, Zhou Xiaomo couldn’t help but curse him secretly.

Just now, the evil man in a beard wanted to tease the old man's daughter. Although the old man was furious, he could not beat him. Moreover, once he took action, he could not protect his daughter, but would make things worse. So he could only keep laughing, hoping to arouse the other party's mercy and let them go. Unexpectedly, the other party not only did not pity him, but also pressed forward step by step. Just when he had no choice, Zhou Xiaomo's appearance temporarily resolved his current situation. He hurriedly said: "Young master, this knife costs ten cents per piece. If you buy two, it will be a little cheaper, a total of nineteen cents."

"Why do I want two knives? You can't do it as food?" Zhou Xiaomo said carelessly, and with a sloppy look, he reached out to take a knife, "Old man, is this knife sharp?"

"Young man, don't be fooled by this old man." The bearded man who just reached out to pull the girl, his face was flushed and drunk. He said to Zhou Xiaomo with a smile, "It's barely possible to cut vegetables and eat melons, but if you use it to protect yourself, it's better to make a piece of wood."

When I heard the voice of this great man, I was a foreigner.

"I bought this knife to cut vegetables and eat melons and guard the yard." Zhou Xiaomo said as he waved his knife to cut off the corners of the table, "Hey, this knife is so sharp, it looks much more useful than a wooden knife."

There is a deep irony in this sentence, but it has a reason why the bearded man can't find anger.

At this time, Li Longji and six guards slowly walked upstairs, asking for a few plates of cold plates and two jars of good wine in the shady and cold Jingshui Town, and looked like he didn't know Zhou Xiaomo's eyes were cold.

The waiter had already brought Zhou Xiaomo four plates of side dishes and a pot of good wine.

Zhou Xiaomo sat down and took a sip of the wine, squirted out "pop", and cursed: "Woman, what kind of bad wine are you? You are so spicy to use to fool me. Where is the beer I want?" As he said that, he threw the wine pot out and was hitting the bearded man's feet. The wine splashed all over him.

The bearded man just saw Zhou Xiaomo being flamboyant and dressed in a gorgeous manner, like a rich and powerful young man. Although he interrupted the good thing about teasing the girl, he did not dare to get angry on the spot. At this time, half of his body was soaked by wine, he said angrily: "Brother, are you here to buy a knife or cause trouble."

"I dare not cause trouble. I came to drink to relieve the heat. I wanted to drink beer, but the waiter used this bad wine to mess with me. However, this knife was pretty good, and my family was short of some swords for guarding the house, so I wanted all of this knife." Zhou Xiaomo put on a dandy style, stood up, and smashed two yuan coins on the table with a "slap" and handed a look at the old man standing aside, "Old man, I don't have much money on me today. You can follow me to my mansion to get the money. I will give you another reward later."

It turned out that as soon as Zhou Xiaomo entered the restaurant, he saw several big men stomping on their bodies and their faces were full of alcohol. Once he took action, he was afraid that he would hurt the father and daughter, so he wanted to take them away first. There were too many unfair things in the world, and no one could care about everything, but when he met him, he pretended to ignore him and ignored him, Zhou Xiaomo could not do it.

The old man saw that although Zhou Xiaomo was frivolous, his eyes were very clear when he gave him a wink, unlike an evil person. At this time, he had no time to carefully identify whether Zhou Xiaomo was good or bad. No matter how bad it was, the evil men in front of him were all the evil men. He thought that he could only take one step, so he hurriedly packed up his knives and said, "I met a noble man today and sold all the knives. The little old man can finally go home to serve his mother and take care of his paralyzed son."

"Let's go?" The bearded man took a few steps forward and sealed the old man's way to the stairs. "Old man, you just said that your knife was extremely sharp, so we bought two, but it turned out that your knife was vulnerable at all, so you have to return our money to buy the knife."

Another big man with a scar on his face stood up from the table and kicked the stool away. The scar was blood-red by the alcohol, like a blood-colored centipede winding from the right eyebrow bone to the corner of his left mouth. He pressed the handle of the Tang knife with his hand and sneered: "This young man, you need to come first and then arrive when doing business. I guess you can't buy this knife today."

Zhou Xiaomo's face sank: "Not only do I want to buy a knife, I also want to take away the knife seller. This is OK!"

The scar man smiled sinisterly, pressed his thumb up with his knife's guard, revealing two inches of blade. The knife was cold and terrifying, and the scar on his face became even more popular, and he said, "It depends on whether you have the ability to take the person away."

The six guards beside Li Longji put on the hands of the knife.

"Mr., when did you buy the old man's money for the knives?" said the old man, and he prayed to the guests on the tables around him. "My uncles are witnesses, and the old man did not accept the old man's money."

"Swish!" Another thin man stood up, pulled out the Tang sword at his waist, and looked at the other tables of guests with a malicious look on his face.

The guests remained silent.

The bearded man grinned: "You just received twenty yuan coins from me and sold two knives. Now so many people have proved that your knife is a fake, so you have to return the twenty yuan coins you just received. In addition, you have to give us twenty yuan coins as compensation for your dishonestness to us, otherwise, you two are not allowed to go anywhere."

"Disbetic?" Zhou Xiaomo jumped up suddenly, "Old man, this is your wrong thing. Business is about integrity. Since you are not honest, we can't do this business."

Before the old man could speak, Zhou Xiaomo said to the scar man: "Fortunately, this brother reminded me, otherwise I would have been fooled by this old man. How dare I ask this brother, how dishonest the old man is?"
Chapter completed!