Chapter 8 Street Bully

Late at night, Lin Qinglong woke up in a daze and faintly saw the matchmaker sitting next to him. The room was extremely dark, and only an oil lamp was lit. The light was as big as a soybean, and the light swayed gently.

When the matchmaker saw him wake up, her face was full of joy, and her slender hand touched his forehead. She didn't know what she said, but her voice was indescribably pleasant.

He held another bowl of goat's milk and helped Lin Qinglong get up to drink.

Lin Qinglong only took a sip and fell into a coma again.

It was not until noon the next day that he woke up leisurely. This time he was much more sober.

He lay on a soft thick grass mat. The house was quite simple, with grass and mud as the wall, tiles as the top, and a coat and hat hanging on one side of the wall. There is an oil lamp hanging on the other wall.

There is an unburning fire pit in the corner of the room, which is full of pots and spoons, and several large and small wooden boxes are densely stacked on the other side.

But there is no matchmaker. Maybe it's the wonton stall that takes care of her.

He was so weak that he couldn't sit up. He waited for a while with his eyes open. He became more and more tired. He didn't pay attention and fell asleep again.

In this way, for more than ten days in a row, he vaguely felt that the boss's wife served him carefully, wiped his body, changed his clothes, and often fed some juice and goat milk. She had been taking good care of him and never neglected.

On this day, Lin Qinglong woke up early in the morning, and his spirit was much better than usual. Seeing that the matchmaker and the face were chopping, he was busy and trying to get up. At this time, he found that he had changed into a thick cloth shirt, but it just fit.

"Are you busy? Let me help you."

If Lin Qinglong scolds people and is articulate, but if he is grateful for what he said, he doesn't know what to say. He already knows that it is the boss's wife of the wonton shop who takes care of himself. He is very grateful, but he only said that.

The matchmaker turned around and saw that he could stand up by himself. She was overjoyed and said, "You came back to life, my God, your appearance a few days ago was really scary!"

Lin Qinglong said, "What's your name?" I don't know the name of my benefactor yet.

The matchmaker said, "Where did the name of the poor come from? People in the village call me matchmaker. What's your name?

He replied, "My name is Lin Qinglong."

Lin Qinglong said a few words like nonsense. The matchmaker talked again and asked where Lin Qinglong's identity came from. Lin Qinglong only said that he was from Qianwangcheng and concealed the identity of the little prince. He turned around and asked who else in the matchmaker's family. Hong Niang's face was gloomy and said, "My parents have died since I was a child. Although I was taken care of by my brother when I was a child, my brother also died of illness a few years ago, and I was left alone..." The sadness was full of words.

Lin Qinglong saw that although she was a sinking fish and falling geese, she was a poor family, and she was alone. He couldn't help but feel pity. I also remembered that she didn't know her, but she took good care of her, saved her life, and admired her from the bottom of her heart.

The matchmaker whispered, "Since my brother died, my life has been very hard. Later, I learned to make wontons, bake pancakes, and set up a wonton shop before my life settled down."

Lin Qinglong said, "I'll go out of the market today and help you. I can't stand it anymore. It's more than enough to be a sophomore."

The matchmaker quickly refused and said, "This won't work. You are just sick. How can you work? Take a rest and don't worry about it anymore. If you faint again, I won't care!"

Lin Qinglong refused. He couldn't help but pick up the wonton burden and went out. The matchmaker was so scared that she quickly reached out to grab it, but she staggered under her feet and fell into Lin Qinglong's arms. Lin Qinglong lost all his internal strength, and his feet were floating. She happened to be crushed to the ground by the matchmaker.

The matchmaker was dumbfounded for a moment. For the first time in her life, she had close contact with a man and sniffed Lin Qinglong's hot breath. Her body was soft for no reason. Looking at the man in front of her, although she was wearing a thick cloth shirt and young, she had a different style and handsome, especially a pair of deep eyes, which really fascinated the girl. I couldn't help sighing, "The men in Luzhou City are not as good-looking as him!"

Lin Qinglong also looked stunned. The matchmaker's cheeks were as white as condensed, and her tender skin was as tender as honey. She thought, "If she were not a fairy, there would be no fairy in the world!" There was a stagnation in his chest, and he saw a pair of matchmaker's crisp breasts close to her chest, which taught people to be out of breath.

The matchmaker quickly got up, helped up Lin Qinglong again, and asked worriedly, "Is it broken?"

Lin Qinglong shook his head like a rattle: "No, no."

Looking at the wonton burden again and seeing that it was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, this guy hasn't been broken, otherwise I, Lin Qinglong, will really become a sinner for thousands of years."

The matchmaker was afraid that Lin Qinglong would be injured and kept asking:

"Did you hurt your leg?"

"Do you hurt your shoulder?"

"Do you have a headache?"

The more the matchmaker cared about him, the more guilty Lin Qinglong was, so he had to say, "Mang! We have to go to the market immediately! Otherwise, I won't be able to make money today!"

The matchmaker woke up and said, "If you want to follow, you can go, but I will take this burden. You are not allowed to move all the heavy work."

Lin Qinglong said to himself, "If you support me, then I will really become a useless person." Although he nodded and agreed on the surface, he secretly decided to help this cute and beautiful little girl as much as possible!

The matchmaker poured a basin of hot water, helped Lin Qinglong freshen up, and took a piece of cloth to tie up his hair. Then she took the burden and went on the road.

It turns out that this red lady lives in Jiming Village on the outskirts of Luzhou, and she has to walk nine miles to the market every day.

Only then did Lin Qinglong understand why she didn't agree to go with her at the beginning. It turned out that there was a long way to go, and he was afraid that he would be tired, so he was not allowed.

Along the way, Lin Qinglong saw that the matchmaker was carrying a heavy burden and tried to change it several times. Unfortunately, the matchmaker was stubborn and had to give up.

The two of them are about the same age, talk a lot, talk and laugh happily, but they don't feel that time is difficult. They quickly come to the market and return to the place where they usually set up stalls. Lin Qinglong was about to help, but the matchmaker ordered, "Go and sit down and give you a bowl of wontons later. If you don't ask for help, as long as you don't make trouble!"

Lin Qinglong had to sit aside honestly.

The matchmaker wiped the tables and chairs clean, brought a bowl of wontons to Lin Qinglong, and then shouted a few times.

Soon there will be a business. The matchmaker skillfully packed a bowl of wontons and put shrimp, coriander and other auxiliary ingredients.

Lin Qinglong looked at her and thought, "No wonder her business is so good. It must be that her wontons are better than those next to her!" Although it's not difficult to make wontons, it's not easy for one person to make wontons, but she can do it easily. This girl is really not easy.

I caught a glimpse of several guests who came to eat wontons. When they ate wontons, they didn't look at their bowls, but stared at the matchmaker, as if they were going to swallow the watery little girl. Then he realized, "It turns out that the people who come to eat her wonton are greedy for her beauty." My heart suddenly became an indg.

If it had been the past, Lin Qinglong would have fought against those thieves long ago, but now the matchmaker relies on this livelihood, and she is penniless, and has to rely on these bastards to feed, so she has to give up her anger. Secretly, she made up her mind to give the matchmaker countless gold and silver treasures, and never let her appear outside!

Suddenly, I thought, "They just looked at her twice more. Why am I jealous? The matchmaker is my benefactor. In the future, I will repay her kindness. There is nothing else. When Mr. Ji comes back, he will go to Kyoto together. I'm afraid I'll never see her again.

Although he thought so, the matchmaker's voice and smile lingered in front of him from time to time. He didn't even know that he had already secretly fell in love with the matchmaker, but the friendship was still shallow and had not yet been revealed.

I was thinking nonsense. Suddenly, I saw a few big men who knew that it was a local splashing skin from the corner of the street. At the age of about thirty, he grabbed the matchmaker in front of him one step and said with a smile, "Yo! Isn't this the matchmaker who is known as Sisi than Diao Chan? I haven't seen you for many days, but I'm worried that I'm a brother.

The matchmaker frowned slightly, dodged sideways, and said coldly, "Mr. Xian, please be respectful. I still have to do business."

How can the salty boss get out of the way? He smiled shyly and said, "Your damn father owes my brother eighty taels of silver. Your brother hasn't paid it off all his life. Now it's your turn to pay off the debt. What kind of business is your business of selling wontons? I'm afraid you can't pay off your brother's debt for eight lifetimes. What should I do?"

A group of people behind him coaxed, "Brother Xian, why don't you marry the matchmaker back? Isn't this debt clear?"

Boss Xian pretended to suddenly realize and said, "This is a good idea, matchmaker, what do you think? As long as you are my concubine, you will eat and drink spicy food every day. Why bother to be busy with these hard work?

The red lady looked worse, but she did not dare to refute, but just turned around silently.

Lin Qinglong looked at the salty boss's obscene face and ugly appearance. He sneered and said, "What you said is very nice. It's just that the toad wants to eat swan meat. To put it out, don't say that it's good to pay off debts and eats and drink spicy food. It's better to be a real villain than a hypocrite. You must have never heard this sentence."

Boss Xian listened to the cynicism and was furious. He just wanted to beat the bastard who came out of nowhere. Then he saw that the teenager seemed to be the son of an official eunuch, so he asked, "Who is this little brother? It doesn't look like a local!"

Although Boss Xian is a local snake in Luzhou City, he doesn't know Lin Qinglong. Although Lin Qinglong is dressed in cloth, he has another vulgarity. Otherwise, he would have been coaxed and beat him.

Lin Qinglong sneered and said, "Who do you care who I am? It's just that if you dare to touch the matchmaker, I will teach you that there is no place to die!"

At that time, the imperial officials were popular for luxury. The children of the officials were all dressed in satin clothes, and there were always maidservant maidservant. At first, Boss Xian just looked at his face. Now when he saw that he was dressed in ordinary clothes, there was no maidservant to serve him, and did not report his identity, so he expected that he was just a commoner and didn't care about it anymore. ** smiled and said, "Don't you think it's okay? I just want to move her. What can you do?

He pulled the matchmaker rudely and touched her honey with his furry big hand. The peach-like face, and the rest of the skins are coaxed together.

"Bastard!"

Lin Qinglong stared and rushed over. He was about to make the Buddhist unique "ss and sorrows and joys. Unexpectedly, the true qi stagnated, and his eyes were dark and his head was light. Instead, he was picked up by the salty boss and fell out.

When the matchmaker saw that Lin Qinglong was beaten, she was worried that he would have an attack and hurriedly shouted, "Qinglong, are you all right?"

I wanted to run to help Lin Qinglong up, but I didn't know that Xian's big pliers-like hand grabbed her shoulder and said, "I said, "Why doesn't the red lady refuse to be my brother's concubine?" Do you like this boy? This is also a good deal. I only have to beat him a few times. He doesn't dare to be wild to my brother in Luzhou City anymore! At that time, it was not too late for us to fly with wings. After saying that, he laughed again.

"Bang!"

A crisp slap in the face.

Five blood-red palm prints suddenly appeared on Mr. Xian's face.

Boss Xian touched his slightly swollen face, and finally got angry and slapped the matchmaker back.

How could a weak woman, a matchmaker, stand so much strength? She lost herself and fell into a wooden chair. Her mind was extremely dizzy, her feet were weak, and she couldn't escape even if she wanted to escape.

Boss Xian sneered and said, "Smelly girl, don't drink wine if you don't toast!" But brother, I don't remember the villain. Brother, I don't hate you, but I also want to reward you well!"

After saying that, she went to tear the matchmaker's cloth skirt. The matchmaker was also a coarse cloth skirt, which was not strong. With just a "bang", the matchmaker's round thighs were exposed.

The matchmaker struggled in a hurry, and she tried her best to force Boss Xian.

Seeing this, Boss Xian's men quickly came forward to help hold the matchmaker's hands and feet and teach her not to move.

Mr. Xian laughed and said, "Sure enough, they are all my brother's good brothers. After my brother enjoys it, he also teaches his brothers to have fun!"

When those who heard such a good thing, they flattered:

"Thank you, Boss Xian!"

"The salty boss won't fall. When will it be our turn?"

That's right! That's right! Boss Xian is so powerful!"

The matchmaker listened to their filth, which was unbearable, but she couldn't move. She closed her eyes tightly and shed tears of humiliation.

She suddenly thought of Lin Qinglong again, and silently said in her heart, "Qinglong, run away."

Even if she dies, I hope he can live.

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