Chapter 501 Shangyuan Night (Middle Three)

The old man who sells sugar is not doing well today. There are many sugar sellers on this street. In the past few days, several guys came from Lingzhou, using brightly colored sugar silk, and the price is five cent cheaper than himself, making their own business rare.

In the evening, after receiving a few words from the Hun family, the old man was depressed and had no business left and right. He simply put his hand into his sleeve and shrank his head and dozed off. There was no business on the street of the Lantern Market on the first night of Shangyuan night, and the old man did not understand what was going on in this world.

"Hey, sugar seller, why are you doze off? Why don't you still do business?" A hoarse voice sounded overhead and pulled the old man back from his confusion. The old man quickly looked up and saw an obscene old man with a long wrinkled beard standing in front of him.

"Sell it, why don't you sell it? What style of sugar man does the guest want? This is flowers and birds, this is a beast, this is a beauty, this is a dragon and phoenix. I have a full range of styles here, and I have everything I want.

"My father-in-law's hand is very clever. How can the business be so depressed? I see that the business of the two houses on the opposite street is booming." The obscene old man asked casually while looking at the sugar man style inserted on the edge of the stall.

"They? The old man is not robbing business. I don't know what the sugar shreds used by those people. The color is a little bright, but the taste is much worse. This is the sugar shreds made by myself and the Hun family, which are absolutely authentic sugar people. It's a pity that people nowadays are fresh and cheap, and they don't have eyesight.

Song Nan nodded and said, "I still like sugar people who eat old craftsmanship. Well, three."

The old man opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Thank you for your patronage. Twenty yuan, three are cheaper for you. Just give me 55 yuan."

Song Nan reached out and took out a taels of silver from his arms and handed them over. The old man quickly waved his hand and said, "I can't exchange it. Not to mention that there is no business today, even if the business is good, there is no one or two pieces of silver in a day. Didn't the guest officer scatter the copper coins?"

Song Nan smiled and said, "Don't look for it. I'll give you the rest."

The old man was shocked and waved his hand quickly and said, "Although I'm poor, I can't ask for other people's money for nothing. Besides, I can't take so much money. Why don't you watch the stall for me and the old man go to the store over there to open it?"

Song Nan shook his head and said, "I don't want you to take it for nothing. You just need to do a small thing for me."

"What's the matter, guest officer?" The old man is no longer stubborn when he hears that he takes money to do things. After all, silver is a good thing. There has been no money in the past few days, and his family has been in a mess.

Song Nan whispered, "Do you see a tall and burly man next to the horse lamp?"

The old man stretched out his neck and nodded, "I see it, how about it?"

Song Nan said, "His surname is Hou. After I leave, you will look for him and tell him that a man surnamed Song asked you to send him a message and let him follow me far behind me, but he is not allowed to reveal his identity or come up to answer. Everything is done according to the opportunity."

The old man blinked his eyes and said, "Mr. Sir, who the hell are you? I listen to your words as if I'm going to do something."

Song Nan smiled and said, "To tell you the truth, I was sent by the government and targeted a group of little thieves. I did this to avoid revealing my identity. Don't worry about the rest. Just follow my orders and pass the money on to you."

The old man blinked his eyes and thought, "Master, don't hurt me. I don't want to get into trouble."

Song Nan sighed and said, "Come on, you don't want to earn such easy money. I'll find a shopkeeper selling fried chestnuts over there."

When the old man saw that Song Nan was leaving, he immediately regretted it. He thought that after passing the message, he would go home. He didn't do his own business here, so he hurriedly said, "Stay, stay, just run errands for you."

Song Nan smiled and said, "That's right, there is no reason why you don't make money. You take the money, but there is one thing. Words must be brought to me. If you have ruined my business, you can't stay in this Ningxia town."

The old man said hurriedly, "Don't worry, just don't agree. How can you delay your business if you promise?"

Song Nan nodded, raised his hand and threw the ingot silver into the old man's hand, pulled out three sugar men from the stall and turned away. The old man was stunned for a long time and watched Song Nan's back disappear into the crowd. Then he quickly put the silver in his arms and got up and walked towards the group of people standing by the horse lamp.

Hou Dabiao stood at the south entrance with several brothers to search. There were no 10,000 or 5,000 people who came in to watch the lamp, but they had never seen Song Nan's figure, so he couldn't help but be anxious.

In a blink of an eye, I saw a personal guard staring straight at a woman's twisted waist in a daze. He immediately raised his hand and slapped him and scolded, "I told you to look at people, but I didn't ask you to stare at the woman's buttocks, mother."

The personal guard stroked the pain and said, " boss, you don't tell us who to look for, and the brothers don't have a goal to stare here."

Hou Dabiao said that Song Nan's entry into the royal palace was a top secret, and the guards did not know it. Even if he brought someone to pick up Lord Song today, he did not tell them who to pick up.

"If you stare at it, anyone who has suspicious behavior will know." Hou Dabiao said in a pompous way.

The guards rolled their eyes and agreed, looking at the confused crowd; Hou Dabiao turned his head and suddenly touched an old father-in-law with a wrinkled face. He was immediately shocked and quickly looked back and said, "What are you doing?"

My father-in-law was an old man who sold sugar. He was stunned by Hou Dabiao's fierce face and quickly arched his hand and said, "The old man is rude, forgive me."

"Go away." Hou Dabiao is not in the mood to talk to him.

"Well... do you dare to ask if this master's surname is Hou?"

Hou Dabiao was shocked, twisted his neck and quickly twisted back. He opened his eyes and said, "How do you know? Do we know each other?"

The old man hurriedly said, "No, how can I know the official? I was just entrusted by a master surnamed Song to send a message."

"What's the surname Song?" Hou Dabiao's nerves immediately tightened, reaching out to grab the old man's arm and carrying a chicken to a secluded place.

The old man's arm seemed to be clamped by iron pliers and whispered, "Master, my arm is going to be broken, but you should be lighter. I can't stand my old arms and legs."

Hou Dabiao asked in a low voice, "What did Song say?"

The old man rubbed his arm and said, "He wants the old man to tell you that he is already here. Let you follow him. Don't talk or expose your whereabouts."

Hou Dabiao nodded repeatedly and said, "What else?"

"It's gone."

"Where is he now? How do we follow?

"Master Song was wearing a sheepskin jacket, sheepskin trousers at the bottom, and a sheepskin hat on his head, and went there." The old man pointed to the middle of the flower market.

Hou Dabiao looked around. The streets were full of sheepskin jackets, sheepskin trousers and sheepskin hats. He scratched his head and said, "How can I find them all dressed like this?"

The old man thought for a moment and said, "by the way, he is with two girls and two military masters in armor."

Hou Dabiao thought about it and suddenly remembered that there were indeed several people at the entrance just now. The two guards dressed up also attracted their attention. Although the two women wore black veils to cover their faces, they were slim. They also looked at them a few more, but the others who were with them did not pay attention.

"The old man's words have been brought to me. I have to go. In a moment, you will have nothing to do with the old man." The old man who sold sugar rubbed his sore arm and turned away. He began to clean up the stall for a moment, and then disappeared.

Hou Dabiao also took the news of Song Nan and immediately took people to squeeze into the center of the flower city. After a while, he saw the people described by the old man in the crowd. In addition to the two guards and two girls, an old man in a sheepskin jacket with a rickly back also followed on the left; Hou Dabiao looked at the back and looked more and more like. The old man touched his nose with his hand from time to time, which was Song Nan's habitual action.

"Lao Sun, Lao Jiang, you two go ahead and report the news to Wang Yi, tell him that Lord Song has found it, let him come slowly from the north, and tell him that Lord Song told him not to act rashly."

"Lord Song...Lord Song? Isn't Lord Song watching the lamp in front of the lamp market?

"What are you talk about? If you ask you to go, you can go. Hou Dabiao scolded.

The two guards were confused.

Hou Dabiao thought for a moment and turned his head to another guard and said, "Lao Liu, hurry back to Guanxue Building and ask Zhao Baihu and Chen Baihu to bring more brothers here."

Lao Liu said, "Lord Zhenfu, what's going on? It makes me nervous."

Hou Dabiao said, "I don't have time to talk about it now. You will understand later."

Lao Liu quickly turned back to call people. Hou Dabiao took the remaining three personal guards and decorated Song Nan and others far away to follow the flow of people to the street. Hou Dabiao also had a lot of experience. Song Nan contacted herself in this hidden way, but did not appear in person. There must be something difficult to say.

Maybe Lord Song was monitored and held hostage, or maybe Lord Song had other plans. In short, following Song Nan for a long time, Hou Dabiao has gradually speculed some of Song Nan's behaviors, and the tacit understanding between them has also increased a lot. At this moment, Hou Dabiao is more careful and actively mobilized people to prepare for Don't be caught off guard.