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Dare to act rashly.

"Housekeeper, look at this..." One of the thugs said to a middle-aged uncle with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

The middle-aged uncle looked back and forth, and said in a low voice: "They are obviously a group, you go back quickly and tell the master, and bring more people, this girl will not be lost."

"I understand." The man left after speaking.

The middle-aged uncle put on a smile on his treacherous face, and cupped his fists at Tong Xin, "Young master, there is nothing wrong with fighting against the strong and supporting the weak, and fighting for justice, but you have to figure out what's right and wrong. This girl is my master just now. I bought a servant girl, but her hands and feet were dirty and she stole something, we are trying to send her to the government, and we don’t want her to break free and run away on the way.”

The little girl trembled with anger, "They turned right and wrong into black and white."

With an innocent face, Tong Xin said to the middle-aged uncle: "That eye of yours saw me hoeing the strong and supporting the weak and acting chivalrously? Didn't you see that she was grabbing me so hard that my pants almost fell off, boudoir?" Is it almost unsafe?"

"..."

The middle-aged uncle hurriedly said: "In that case, we will take that person away."

"My lord, you are also a practitioner, so you don't have the slightest bit of compassion." The little girl accused Tong Xin with glaring eyes.

"I'm merciful, you are responsible for my boudoir reputation?"

"..."

Tong Xin suddenly handed the suckling pig to the little girl, "How about I give you the suckling pig, and you can roast and eat it yourself before saving yourself?"

Little girl: "..."

"Don't underestimate the roast suckling pig. After eating it, you will be sure that your waist will not be sore and your legs will not hurt, and your hands and feet will also feel strong. You will not feel smelly when you squat in the latrine. It is delicious to eat." Tong Xin strongly recommended.

Little girl: "..."

"Even so, you still have to pay money." It wasn't Tong Xin or the little girl who said this.

"..."

Tong Xin and the little girl turned their heads and saw that the stall owner selling piglets had squatted with them at some point.

"..." An expert who hides in the pig farm?

Tong Xin stuffed the little piglet to the little girl, "Ask her for it."

Little girl: "..."

The stall owner: "..."

The middle-aged uncle had long been impatient watching, and scolded their people: "What are you doing standing there, why don't you hurry up and arrest them."

The little girl made a gesture and passed out on Tong Xin's body.

Just as the thugs were about to move, there was a high-pitched "drink" sound, and eighteen long sticks fell in front of Tong Xin one by one, with one end embedded in the blue brick pavement of the street.

"Who dares to approach my master and uncle." The eighteen stick monks said in unison.

The thugs were immediately intimidated and did not dare to take a step forward.

When the middle-aged uncle was amazed at Tong Xin's seniority, he couldn't help being angry because he was tricked, and said: "It's because I have eyes but don't know Taishan, and I don't know that the young master is actually a senior, offended." After bowing, "Senior said just now that he wouldn't stop me from waiting, but now he's backtracking. Isn't senior afraid of losing his prestige in front of you?"

Tong Xin patted his thigh, "When did I stop you? Didn't you hear what they said who dared to approach me? They didn't say that you would not be allowed to approach this girl."

"..." The problem is how to catch this girl without getting close to you.

Tong Xin ignored them, but stretched out his hand to the little girl's wrist, and began to feel the pulse as if he was well versed in medical theory.

Suddenly, a trace of grief flashed across Tong Xin's face, "Oh, the poor girl died young because of her unlucky beauty." Then he said to the stall owner, "It's not convenient for us to carry it, so find a place to bury her."

"..."

The stall owner looked at the little girl who was about to hug and strangle his little piggy, and said distressedly: "...then give the little piggy the money first."

Tong Xin: "..."

This is Master Benzhai, the back hall monk, coming over and no one dared to stop him, because everyone else thought that Tong Xin was a master uncle, and this one seemed to be an eminent monk, so his seniority should be higher.

Master Benzhai tested the little girl's breath, cut her pulse again, "This girl fainted because of being out of breath. And what my uncle said is very true, it is indeed inconvenient for us to take this girl, but as the saying goes To save people to the end, let’s find a place to put this girl.”

Tong Xin thought for a while, "It must be caused by poor sleep. My nephew touched her sleeping point to let her rest at ease."

The little girl wanted to move when Tong Xin said to tap the acupuncture points, but Master Benzhai moved faster and sealed the little girl's acupuncture points all over her body.

Duan Junheng came over and pulled the girl away, "How long are you going to let her rely on?"

Tong Xin was very happy when he heard that, "Brother, are you jealous?"

Duan Junheng pretended not to care, "No."

"But I felt it just now." Tong Xin persisted.

"Illusion." Duan Junheng remained expressionless.

Tong Xin was sad, "Brother is not jealous, I will sell this girl."

Everyone: "..."

Tong Xin shouted: "Reckless, come and carry this girl."

Lu Manpidianpidian came over, followed by Xu Zizhou.

Just as Lu Man was about to reach out his hand, Xu Zizhou said with some displeasure, "Would you like to kiss each other?"

"Then find a rope and drag it along."

So people in a street saw Tong Xin and his party tied a girl with a belt and dragged it from the street to the end of the street.

Although the thugs didn't dare to go forward to grab it, they didn't give up and followed all the way.

Master Benwu, the guest monk, stepped forward and said to Tong Xin: "Uncle, dragging a woman like this is too eye-catching."

Tong Xin rubbed her chin, "Well, find a straw mat to cover her."

Everyone: "..." He is not dead yet.

At the end of the street where the red light hangs high, there is an embroidery building called Boundless Spring.

"What is this place?" Xu Zizhou asked.

Tong Xin clenched his fists and made a gesture of endless struggle, "Women are self-reliant and self-improving." Everyone: "..."

Xu Zizhou nodded, "That's good."

Tong Xin walked in first, "I've sold you."

"..." The madam is well-informed. Seeing a group of monks come to a brothel is something new, and she didn't think she would bring human traffickers with her.

Tong Xin pointed at the little girl dragged in by Lu Man, "How much money is this worth?"

The madam looked at the little girl, "She looks good, but she's still young, and she needs to be trained for another year or two before she can be listed, at most ten taels of silver."

"Only ten taels of silver?" Tong Xin looked disappointed, "Add more, didn't you see that there is a little piggy as a gift?"

Bustard: "..."

Finally, it was sold at 11 taels.

As soon as Tong Xin took the money, a man fell from the sky and snatched the little girl away, leaving behind a sentence, "Tong Xin, we will meet later." It was Mr. Miaoyin.

In the direction where Mr. Miaoyin and the others disappeared, Tong Xin waved vigorously, "Tell Qianmian Xiongpo, before you pretend to be tender next time, wrap your big feet up."

"..."

Tong Xin looked back at the person he brought, "Sure enough, I did not bring the wrong person. Someone knew about it as soon as I got off the mountain."

Some people are at a loss, some people understand, and some people feel guilty.

After a farce, Tong Xin and the others finally came to Tong's house.

The person who opened the door was Tong Liang's servant, Ji Ding, who was startled when he saw Tong Xin, "Second Young Master?"

"That's right, it's me, Young Master." After Tong Xin went in, he saw Bao Shen coming out with wings.

"Second young master." Bao Shenchi ran over to see Tong Xin overjoyed.

Seeing them, Tong Xin rushed over excitedly, "Little piggy."

Bao Shen saw Tong Xin rushing between them, running towards the things lying in the yard, he didn't let him go.

Bao Shen couldn't help reminding, "Second Young Master, that's... a dog."

"Poor Second Young Master, when I came back from Shaolin last time, I couldn't tell the difference between a pig and a dog."

The puppy in Tong Xin's arms struggled away whining, ran away with his beloved bone in its mouth, and ignored Tong Xin.

Tong Xin grimaced, "Master, when did I become a steamed stuffed bun? And I'm from Tianjin."

A group of people: "..."

41. Participate in the martial arts conference ([-])

According to the historical trajectory, Tianjin Goubuli steamed buns would not be available until the Xianfeng period of the Qing Dynasty, but Mrs. Tong made hundreds of them earlier.

At the beginning, Tong Xin didn't understand why Mrs. Tong gave such a delicious bun such an indecent name.

Mrs. Tong only vaguely said that there is a man named Gouzi in Tianjin who makes very delicious steamed buns. Every day he is so busy that Gouzi is too busy to talk to customers. Liren." Over time, everyone called him Goubuli, and the buns he made were called Goubuli Baozi.

And it is such a name that arouses people's desire to seek novelty, coupled with the fact that Goubuli is really delicious, making Goubuli famous in one fell swoop.The Tong family earned its first pot of gold from Goubuli.

Nowadays, Goubuli is famous all over the Ming Dynasty, and it is even included in the imperial meal list.

Duan Junheng picked Tong Xin up from the ground, patted the grass clippings on his body, and said, "I only thought you were a sesame bun with white on the outside and black on the inside, but I didn't think it was a dog ignoring you. It's really disrespectful."

Tong Xin: "..."

The lunch that day was the best and most Tong Xin had eaten since he left home, and the result of eating too much was that everyone carried him into the carriage.

A passer-by saw a little boy in red with his belly stretched out, being carried into a carriage by a group of monks. The little boy couldn't stop saying: "Senior brother, if anything happens to me... please be sure to abandon the big... and protect the young."

"..." Passers-by were shocked.

After getting into the carriage and settling down, Tong Xin stretched out his hand with difficulty, as if to say his last words, "Master... Senior brother, if... if... I give birth... to a daughter, I will call it... Duan Xiu."

Duan Junheng: "..."

"If...if it's a...son, call it...ahem...Duanxiu." Tong Xin finished speaking as if he had exhausted his last breath of energy.

The veins on Duan Junheng's forehead were twitching, he pressed it, "...can't you stay away from Dong Xian?"

Tong Xin sat up suddenly, and said with great ambition: "My wish now is to be like Dong Xian and become a male favourite."

"..." The veins on Duan Junheng's forehead tensed and rounded, "Dong Xian can't give birth to Duan Xiu and Duan Xiu."

Tong Xin asked cautiously