Chapter 238 Nosy People Nangong Di yawned and walked out of the side door of the City Lord's his life, he had only been a real warrior. If he were a real warrior, the position of city lord would not have been the choice of his eldest nephew Nangong Zhao. To be fair, he was quite satisfied with his eldest nephew. Instead of killing him, they provided him with support in his old age and let him sit in the seat of honor during festivals and dinners. Although he did not hold any power in the City Lord's Mansion, his spending was never restricted. It was worth it that he took his eldest nephew out to have fun when he was young. It’s just…the girl I called my eldest nephew at Chunhua Tower back then was also a young girl! That's why it's outrageous! His eldest nephew's habit was not brought by him! He also likes young, beautiful and pretty girls! Could it be that something went wrong with the Nangong family's ancestral magical skill, the "Tianyan Divine Art"? But the people of the Nangong family throughout the generations have never had this problem! I can’t figure it out, I really can’t figure it out! Nangong Di shook his head and prepared to have some breakfast.
Of course there was breakfast in the City Lord's Mansion, but he couldn't get used to it. The breakfast in Picheng is naturally a bowl of soup in the morning, with a few buns, two fried dough sticks or fried pancakes. But the shark fin and abalone that people eat in the City Lord's Mansion, with a table full of seafood and canned fruits, are really hard to get used to. "Oh, Third Master. Are you still the same today?" After walking a few steps, I arrived at the breakfast soup restaurant I often go to. Before I even entered, the owner of the breakfast soup restaurant came out to greet me with his head bowed. For the soup restaurant, this is a distinguished guest that they cannot afford to offend. "Same old!" Nangong Di said with his nose. He walked into the soup restaurant, and the people in the soup restaurant saw him and shouted "Good morning, Third Master!" "Good morning, Third Master!" "Yeah!" He responded without even looking at it. The soup restaurant is not big, with only four or five tables. Even so, he has his own seat at the back of the restaurant. Even if he didn't come, no one dared to sit there. He sat down and said to the group of people who were nodding and bowing to him, "Is there anything new in Picheng these days?" There are all kinds of people here, and many of them show off to him. He doesn't ask for any benefits, just wants to impress him. For most people in Picheng, the Third Master is an unattainable figure. "Third Master! A big event happened in Picheng these days. A joke spread and a person appeared!" A gossiper immediately said. "Oh? Tell me about it!" Nangong Di said after taking a sip of soup. His soup bowl is different from that of ordinary people, and is specially kept in soup restaurants. "This is a big event. The Golden Buddha Temple was wiped out. Master Fu Bao died in the dilapidated temple in the south of the city. The others died in the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple. They were all hung up, like hanging bacon, and they all stunk!" The man said, "It's horrible!" "Oh?" Nangong Di thought about what he saw at the Golden Buddha Temple a few days ago, but he didn't expect it to end like this. He motioned for the man to continue. "With the destruction of the Golden Buddha Temple, a monk appeared in the Golden Buddha Temple. Some people said it was Fusheng, who had become a beggar after being missing for a long time. He told a joke to the people who came to the Golden Buddha Temple to watch the excitement."
"The joke goes like this: a monk from the Golden Buddha Temple died and came to the underworld. He was brought before the King of Hell by the judge." "The monk looked up at the King of Hell and thought he looked familiar, so he couldn't help but shout, 'Senior Brother!'" After the man said this, he couldn't help but laugh to himself. "It's not funny!" Nangong Di asked in confusion: "Can this be spread?" The man said, "I guess Third Master didn't hear the joke about the Heavenly Monk." Then the man told the joke about the monk meeting the King of Hell again, and this time Nangong Di couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of soup. "Ahem... this joke is really good!" Nangong Di tasted it and laughed. In the past few months, people from the Golden Buddha Temple have been desperately searching for treasures, and he often comes here to drink soup. Naturally, he knows the nickname of the Heavenly Monk, but he never thought that someone would make up this story about the Heavenly Monk. These two jokes mixed together are really memorable! "Okay! Reward!" He took out a few big coins and threw them to the man! "Thank you, Third Master! Thank you, Third Master!" The man picked it up with a smile. I got some big money just by talking, and it was rewarded by the Third Master. Where can I find such a good thing? "Anything else?" asked Nangong Di. "There is also a nosy person who has appeared in Picheng. He is involved in everything he sees. Xiaofengtang, Fenglei Gang, and Jindao Society are all looking for trouble with him." The man said: "This man has short hair and wears strange clothes. Some people have seen him frequently going in and out of the Golden Buddha Temple, and speculated that he might be a monk." Nangong Di looked at a person who came into the soup house and said, "Does that person have a sword on his back?" The man gave a thumbs up and said, "Third Master is really great. He knows all this!" "I know nothing. That person is behind you." Nangong Di said, pointing behind the man. "Ah?" The man turned around and saw Zhang Qiming looking at him. "Are you looking for me?" Zhang Qiming said to the man with a pointed chin and monkey face. "I dare not!" When the man saw Zhang Qiming's eyes, he knew that he could not afford to offend him. "A big bowl of soup and ten pancakes!" Zhang Qiming said to the soup restaurant owner. "Okay!" said the soup restaurant owner. Zhang Qiming glanced at Nangong Di, and Nangong Di also glanced at Zhang Qiming. Neither man spoke. "Sir, your soup!" The soup restaurant owner quickly brought the soup and sesame cakes. Zhang Qiming was about to eat when he suddenly sighed, walked out of the soup restaurant quickly, and said, "I'll be back to eat right away!" Not far from the soup restaurant, a hooligans was molesting the woman who was selling vegetables in the morning. That woman is in her forties or fifties, yet this rascal still harasses her. He was really impressed by the people of Picheng. “Sister, how much money can you make from selling vegetables? I’ll take you to a good place where you can eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks…” The scoundrel was a member of the Xiaofeng Hall. He was pestering a woman selling vegetables and said. They, Xiaofengtang, are the top henchmen of the City Lord's Mansion, so naturally they have to consider the City Lord's preferences.
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Qiming kicked him from behind. "Oh, who is so brave to dare..." He turned around and saw Zhang Qiming. Zhang Qiming's unique dress was unique in Picheng. So he said, "Wait for me!" and went to call for help. They, Xiaofengtang, are looking for Zhang Qiming! "Sister, please go back quickly!" Zhang Qiming said to the woman selling vegetables. The vegetable seller's eyes turned red with fear. She had never expected that someone would harass her at her age and given her appearance. She thanked Zhang Qiming repeatedly and finally grabbed a handful of vegetables and stuffed them into Zhang Qiming's hands. After watching him leave, Zhang Qiming went back to the soup restaurant to drink soup. It's not that he likes to meddle in other people's business, but there are too many things like this in Picheng. It's hard for him not to care as he grew up in Yangzhou. Oh, why can't he control his hands! Why can't I control my hands?
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