Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 32
After a dance, there was no sound in the living room, and a needle could be heard. Everyone was still immersed in the beautiful dance and the sound of the flute, unable to extricate themselves.After a while, someone finally came to his senses and yelled: "Okay!" Then everyone woke up like a dream, and the applause was thunderous, among which Yang Menglong drummed the most vigorously.

Fang Yizhi asked Yang Menglong with a smile: "Mr. Yang, how is Miss Ziyan's dance?"

Yang Menglong gave a thumbs up: "Nothing to say, awesome!"

The woman in purple smiled and gave a slight salute: "Thank you for your compliment, sir!"

Fang Yizhi said with a smile: "Miss Ziyan, you are a strange woman, and Mr. Yang is a great man. It is fate that you two met each other. Why don't you respect Mr. Yang?"

The purple-clothed woman was also generous, she poured a glass of wine and moved her lotus steps lightly, came to Yang Menglong, raised the golden cup: "Young Master Yang, please!"

Yang Menglong was a little flattered, and raised his glass in a hurry: "Please, please!" He drank it down in one gulp.

Who knew that the woman in purple just took a sip, and when she saw him drink up to the sky, she smiled and said: "Young Master Yang is really generous, I admire you, Zi Yan will toast you again." Lifting the jug, he poured another glass for Yang Menglong , without waiting for Yang Menglong to speak, he raised his glass with a smile.Yang Menglong had no choice but to say: "I can only drink this cup, if I drink any more, I should be drunk." He drank it all in one gulp.His alcohol capacity is not very good, and he really can't drink any more. If he drinks again, he should get down, so he made a statement in advance.

It's a pity that he underestimated the wisdom of the ancient working people. If you can drink one cup, you can drink two cups, three cups, until you are drunk.As soon as he put down the wine glass, he saw the woman in purple lift the wine pot again, and hastily covered the glass with her hand, saying, "I can't drink any more, I really can't drink any more."

The woman in purple had a half-smile: "Young master, you won't even give up this bit of face, will you?"

Yang Menglong said: "It's not a question of face or not, I will get drunk if I drink again." Little did he know that they were planning to get him drunk.Fang Yizhi had ordered in advance that Yang Menglong must be poured down. To what extent?Fill it until he can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.The woman in purple clothes was Fang Yizhi's adopted daughter, so she naturally obeyed his advice and would do whatever he told her to do.Yang Menglong, a rookie who has never even had a girlfriend before, is no match for this young lady with a seven-holed and exquisite heart. She can only admit defeat after a few words, and is given another drink.Now his head is a little dizzy, the woman in purple didn't continue to pour him, but just winked at the girl who played the flute just now, the girl came over with a sweet smile and said, "Mr. You’ve had so many drinks and you don’t have a drink with me, are you looking down on me?”

Meng, this little girl who is only fifteen or sixteen years old is too cute to act coquettishly, Yang Menglong has no resistance at all, and quickly said: "No, I definitely don't mean that."

The girl smiled and said, "Then... let's have a toast!" She raised her glass.

Yang Menglong groaned secretly, and turned his eyes to Xiao Yufang for help.Who knew that Xiao Yufang didn't even look at him, there's no other way, just bite the bullet!He raised his glass and drank another glass with the girl.

Fang Yizhi watched with a smile, feeling secretly proud.This purple-clothed girl was originally the apple of the eye of the high-ranking officials in the capital, with a prominent family background. A few years ago, that man went to the border to supervise the battle, but because of blind command, he lost a big battle, and then scandals such as corruption and bribery broke out, and the emperor was furious. His head was taken, and his son was thrown into the frontier to be exiled into the army, and his daughter was sent to the basement. He was supposed to be thrown into the priest's office, but he used his relationship to fish out the eldest lady and her personal maid, and took him away. For the righteous daughter.Originally, he planned to let this adopted daughter be a concubine for his precious son, but he didn't expect his daughter-in-law to be so jealous. The mention of taking a concubine would make a fuss, so he had no choice but to stay with him. Unable to deal with his wife, he had to do it himself.Now it seems that it is worthwhile to spend money to raise this righteous daughter. With a little use of the wrist, Yang Menglong, who is holding back and holding back, has been subdued. Very good, very good !Keep pumping until Yang Menglong, who said the sun is square, is convinced!

Fang Yizhi's wishful thinking is to use beauty tricks to lure Yang Menglong to cooperate, and change Yang Menglong's identity to a headhunter in the county.In this way, the villagers of Xiaojiazhuang spontaneously resisted the enemy, and Master Fang personally commanded and killed the enemy. The main credit goes to him. If he plays well, maybe his son can get a share of the credit. .His beauty trick is also quite effective. Yang Menglong has no resistance at all, and he will succeed soon, but it's a pity...

It's a pity that there will always be a grain of mouse droppings that pops up when you are filling a bowl of soup and is about to taste it slowly, floating up and down before your eyes, draining your appetite.Zhang Qianhu is undoubtedly such a rat shit. Seeing that Yang Menglong was surrounded by beauties, and he was seriously unbalanced, he raised his glass and said to Xiao Yufang: "Miss Xiao, dogs are offended outside the city gate. Zhang will act on his behalf." I apologize to you and toast you!"

Xiao Yufang said politely: "Your Excellency Qianhu, please be polite, the little girl doesn't know how to drink."

Zhang Qianhu's face sank: "Miss Xiao won't even give Zhang this little face?"

Xiao Yufang was a little scared, but still insisted: "Young girl really doesn't know how to drink, if you must drink, then replace wine with tea, and offer a cup to Lord Qianhu."

Zhang Qianhu said, "What's the point of drinking tea? Drinking! There's only one cup, what's the big deal?"

It seemed that Zhang Qianhu would not let it go if he didn't drink this glass of wine. Xiao Yufang bit her lip, and was about to drink from the wine glass, but Yang Menglong stretched out her hand to block it.He was a little drunk at first, but when someone mentioned the incident outside the city gate, he immediately came to his senses, squinted at Zhang Qianhu, and called, "Hey, I said your brother is still going to finish? You said you won't drink anymore, why do you insist on forcing her to drink?"

Zhang Qianhu is about to grit his teeth, good boy, you have to go against me, right?He suppressed the anger in his chest and said: "I heard that Miss Xiao is a famous talented woman in this county. Since Miss Xiao doesn't want to drink, please sing a song for everyone to enjoy."

Yang Menglong didn't squint his eyes this time, and now his eyes are staring like two bull eggs: "Why do you let her sing? Who do you think she is? An actor?"

Zhang Qianhu snorted: "Women are born to entertain men, so what if they sing a song?"

Yang Menglong called: "Women are born to entertain men? Why don't you go home and tell your mother!?"

This kid's mouth is too poisonous, more than half of the guests here are almost spouting rice, Zhang Qianhu couldn't hold his face anymore, put down the cup and slapped it on the table, shaking the cups and saucers all jumped up, several female guests Let out a scream, silence like a chilling cicada.But Yang Menglong was unmoved, and said disdainfully: "What kind of skill is it to slap the table and show prestige at women? If you have the ability, go to the front and fight with Jiannu! With the help of the target god, you will definitely win a big victory."

This time even Xiao Yufang pursed her lips and laughed, while Zhang Qianhu's complexion turned from white to red, from red to blue, from blue to black, the change was so fast and the colors were so vivid, which is really rare, he was very happy crazy! "God of Arrow Target" comes from a joke, it is said that a general went out to fight, and when he was beaten all over the ground by the enemy, suddenly a magic soldier came to help and turned the defeat into victory. The general immediately kowtowed and asked the god for advice Name.The God said: "I am the target god." The officer said with gratitude: "What can the young general do? How dare he trouble God to rescue him?" The target god said: "Thank you for practicing archery on the training ground every day. I have never been shot with an arrow.” This passage was compiled by the great writer Feng Menglong, alluding to the lack of military equipment in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, and the lack of training of the army. Qianhu needs to rely on the god of arrows to win the battle, isn't it just ridiculing him for not being able to draw a hard bow or wield a big sword?
Fang Yizhi shouted in a low voice: "Young Master Yang!" He felt that Yang Menglong had gone too far, and if he continued like this, he would have to fight Zhang Qianhu sooner or later, where would he put his face?
Zhang Qianhu forced a smile, and said: "Mr. Yang has the courage of a million men. Zhang is old and physically weak. Naturally, there is no comparison. Hehe, hehe... I heard that Mr. Yang personally killed a man. A white-armored soldier named Jiannu, is this serious?"

Yang Menglong said proudly: "Pearls are not so real! That kid is wearing double armor and is invulnerable. Fortunately, I knocked off his helmet. Xu Gong fought hard to get a sword from him and hugged his leg. I slashed him with a knife. Open his head!"

Zhang Qianhu smiled more gently: "All the white armored soldiers of Jiannu have extraordinary martial arts skills, and being able to cut them with their hands shows that the young master has superb martial arts skills and extraordinary skills. Zhang admires it. I don't know if Mr. Yang can enlighten me. Come on, let everyone open their eyes?"

Yang Menglong squinted his eyes again, looking at Zhang Qianhu, as if he was afraid that he would kill him with one punch: "So, you want to make gestures with me?"

Zhang Qianhu waved his hands again and again: "No, no, Zhang is almost fifty years old, his muscles and bones are old, and his reaction is slow. How can he be the opponent of Mr. Yang? How do you say the old saying? Fist is afraid of young and strong, even if you refuse to accept it!"

Yang Menglong frowned: "Then what do you want?"

Zhang Qianhu said: "Zhang has a few servants who have learned a little boxing. If Mr. Yang doesn't dislike him, Zhang will call them over to discuss with him?"

Fang Yizhi frowned and said, "Master Zhang, isn't this inappropriate? The house is full of guests, and you are punching, kicking, dancing with guns and clubs, what's the proper way?"

Zhang Qianhu said with a smile: "The county lord's words are wrong. It's boring to just drink like this. Why don't you come to a few wonderful competitions to help cheer up the wine and let everyone have a better drink." His sad eyes fell on Yang Menglong, " Son, are you right?"

Yang Menglong said: "Yes, yes, it will improve your appetite if you exercise your muscles and bones. Mr. Zhang, please call your servant in."

Fang Yizhi was so angry that he ground his teeth and really wanted to bite Zhang Qianhu.It's abominable that a good plan was ruined by this warrior like this!And Yang Menglong, does he have a brain?Who can serve as a servant to a military general, who is not ruthless and has strong martial arts skills?He actually agreed to compete with others. Are you tired of living?Forget it, I don’t care, I don’t care!

Escort Zheng caressed his big hand, laughed, and said: "Today is really a feast for the mouth and eyes, and I have made a lot of money, I have made a lot of money!" Turning his eyes, he said: "It would be more interesting if you add a little bit of money." Yes, everyone said, right?"

Those who watched the excitement were not afraid of big troubles. Dozens of gentry and wealthy businessmen responded one after another, and they almost didn't start the game.Zhang Qianhu showed a tricky smile, clapped his hands, and ten servants walked in.No matter in terms of nutrition, equipment, or training, these servants are ten times stronger than those beggar-like peasants and soldiers. They are all thick-backed, muscular, and have a murderous look. Obviously, they all have lives in their hands.Zhang Qianhu pointed to the ten servants and said: "These servants are the most incompetent members of Zhang's servant team. Mr. Yang, you can choose any one of them as your opponent. However, please be gentler. , don’t beat them to a good or bad end.”

Everyone cursed inwardly, this Zhang Qianhu is really shameless, these ten servants Ding Mingming is the most skilled in his servant team, and they deliberately speak badly, how shameless?It's a pity, but Yang Menglong took it seriously, with a disappointed expression on his face: "Why do you want to fight me with the most incompetent? Don't you look down on me?"

Zhang Qianhu said with a smile: "If Mr. Yang can defeat these weakest ones, Zhang will naturally call out the more powerful ones." After clapping his hands again, a strong man came in with a tray covered with a piece of paper. K.Zhang Qianhu put the tray on the table and lifted the red cloth, oh, there are 20 taels of silver ingots inside, ten of them!Zhang Qianhu said generously: "Boss Zheng is right, not having a little bit of lottery is really not fun, so Zhang took out 200 taels of snowflake silver as the lottery. If you can win any of them, you can get a silver ingot. how?"

Yang Menglong nodded: "That's it."

Zhang Qianhu asked: "Then, what is Mr. Yang planning to use as a lottery prize?"

Yang Menglong said carelessly: "It's up to you, you can do whatever you want."

Zhang Qianhu said: "How about this, Mr. Zhang is very fond of Mr. Yang's sword, so Mr. Yang will use it as a prize, how about it?"

Yang Menglong said, "Okay."

Zhang Qianhu said again: "Zhang is also very interested in Liaodong war horses. If the young master loses the second game, how about giving Zhang a war horse?"

Yang Menglong said, "No problem."

Zhang Qianhu's eyes fell on Xiao Yufang: "If Mr. Yang loses the third match, how about asking Miss Xiao to go back with Zhang?"

Xiao Yufang's complexion suddenly turned pale, and her body trembled slightly.Yang Menglong narrowed his eyes and called, "Master Zhang."

Zhang Qianhu responded, "What's wrong?"

Yang Menglong said: "There is no need to prepare for the third lottery, you servants are ready to crawl back!"

Zhang Qianhu smiled softly: "Young master, are you so confident?"

Yang Menglong's eyes almost burst into flames: "You pissed me off, you really pissed me off, don't let me catch the chance, or I'll beat you into a pig's head!" After speaking, he stood up , strode towards the center of the hall, and pointed at a servant: "You, come out and make gestures with me!"

(End of this chapter)