Villain [Rebirth]

I heard that after the senior officials in the capital retired and returned to their hometowns, they all liked to come to the south of Yueyan Island to retire because of the beautiful scenery and pleasant climate here.

On the fifth day after Song Qi entered the island, he finally understood why this place only attracted high officials, not small officials.

Because the official is too young and has little savings, he is not worthy of breathing the air of this island.

Steamed buns in this area sell for [-] yuan a piece, vegetarian stuffed buns cost [-] yuan a piece, and stuffed meat starts at [-] yuan, which is enough to buy half a catty of pastrami in Kyoto.

Song Qi only had half a penny left in all his belongings, which was enough to buy ten meat buns, which showed how much the half meat buns in his hand meant to him.

So no one can accuse him of being haggling and petty at the moment.

"That's right, this is the steamed stuffed bun with preserved vegetables." The waiter pointed to a row of steamers on the stall at the entrance of the store, and explained: "Our steamed stuffed buns don't have preserved vegetables, only the stuffed dumplings with preserved vegetables. Buckle the meat bag."

"What about the meat?" Song Qi held up half a bun in his hand, put it in front of the waiter in the shop, and complained resolutely: "As long as you find even a piece of meat in it, no matter how fat or thin, I will admit that it is a bun filled with meat. If you can’t find it, give me twenty cents back.”

The waiter in the shop looked down at the Mei Cai Tuan in the steamed stuffed bun, hesitated for a while, and immediately raised his head and said angrily: "My boy, you deliberately ate up the big piece of meat in our steamed stuffed bun, come to the store to find fault!"

"Big, big, buckle, meat?" Song Qi questioned his soul: "How big is it?"

The shop waiter didn't blush, and drew a circle the size of a grape with his thumb and forefinger: "At least this big."

"Is it because all the steamed stuffed buns in the store use such a large piece of meat?"

"Fart! I'm not welcome to mess around again!"

Song Qi didn't speak, but still stood in front of the steamer, with an expression on his face as if he was waiting for the waiter to be rude, very reckless.

The waiter in the shop started to roll up his sleeves to show his intimidation.

He used slow motion for an incense stick of time to finish rolling up the left sleeve. The uninterested young man in front of him was not scared away, so he could only roll up the right sleeve at a slower speed.

"Hurry up." Song Qi urged blankly.

"What are you doing?" The waiter was a little confused, and stopped rolling his sleeves.

"Hit me." Song Qi said.

The shop waiter opened his mouth slightly, with "I'm afraid you are not a fool" written all over his face.

"You punch me in the left eye first, the eye is fragile and the most prone to bruises, then I can report to the police." Song Qi said.

The waiter in the shop sneered, and said triumphantly: "Master Guan will take care of you, a little beggar who ate half a bun and is looking for trouble?"

"I won't talk to me, but I will talk to your shopkeeper. Your shop seems to be in good business. You have spare money to settle this kind of small lawsuit. Of course, the official will handle it as a serious case. According to the price of this land, your shopkeeper should at least have If you pay 20 taels of silver to deal with the government, he will return to the store angrily after he gets off the court, and sweep you out, you troublemaker. Of course, you don’t even want to take your monthly money for this month. The shopkeeper pays money..."

The waiter roared in horror: "I won't hit you!"

"What happened?" A middle-aged woman came out of the shop.

"Boss lady! This little beggar is looking for faults! He just said that there is no meat in our steamed stuffed buns, and we want us to refund him twenty cents!"

The proprietress was taken aback, she tilted her head and looked over the steamer to see the troublemaker.

I thought it would be a slovenly little beggar, but unexpectedly, I saw a handsome young man with pink face and peach cheeks. He was dressed in plain clothes and dusty. He seemed to be a visitor from other places.

The young man has no luggage on his body, his body is thin, his lips are so dry, but his pupils are shining with water. They are the kind of deep eyes with slightly sunken tails, and the eyelashes are also drooping. The look of help made people tremble with indescribable pity.

Seeing her staring blankly at the little beggar in a daze, the waiter in the shop called out softly, "Miss Boss?"

Only then did the landlady come back to her senses, she quickly straightened her hair, turned her head and opened the steamer, wrapped two pure meat buns in oiled paper, and handed them to the young man: "Is it enough to pay you two meat buns?"

"Madam Boss!" The waiter's eyes widened, and he hastily stopped him, "He only wants us to pay [-] Wen! Two meat buns cost [-] Wen!"

The proprietress ignored him and insisted on asking the boy to accept the two buns.

Song Qi didn't pick it up, and observed the proprietress' expression silently. Seeing that she didn't intend to play tricks, he immediately raised his hand to take the bun, and the old god said, "This is the way to do business."

The shop waiter gritted his teeth: "You brat, if you get a bargain, you still..."

The proprietress smiled heartily: "Son, are you looking for relatives from other places?"

Song Qi responded vaguely, picked up the buns, turned around and left, lest the proprietress regret it.

My mind is full of "meaty meaty meaty meat", and I must find a safe place to enjoy it. When I saw an alley ahead, I quickly turned into it.

With a muffled sound of "dong", Song Qi was knocked out by the figure rushing out of the corner!

Baozi flew out of his arms, and Song Qi, who fell on his back, suddenly burst out with amazing waist strength, twisted his body in mid-air, pushed his toe back suddenly, and threw his hands towards Baozi——

"Plop!" He landed on his face, his hands stretched out like begging, but two steaming meat buns landed on the open space three inches away from his fingertips.

dirty.

If Song Qi was the same Song Qi before his rebirth, the situation would have changed at this moment, with thunder and lightning.

Fortunately, God has the virtue of good life. Song Qi is a 15-year-old Song Qi. He can only get up without saying a word, dust off his body, peep at the culprit who knocked him down from the corner of his eye, and measure the opponent's fighting strength. Estimate whether he can avenge Baozi.

"Ouch! Ouch my legs..." The culprit is still collapsed on the ground, clutching his knees and wailing. He is a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with dark skin and plain clothes, but without patches. .

Song Qi was about to open his mouth to claim compensation, when a middle-aged man suddenly jumped out from the side, squatting down to check the boy's injuries: "Did you fall?"

"Hmm..." The boy hummed in pain.

Song Qi wondered if it was still too late to lie down and pretend to be injured.

"It's okay, uncle, don't worry, I just twisted my foot, I seem to hear something fall on the ground..." The young man touched his sleeve pocket.

"It was my steamed stuffed bun that was knocked off by you, two, meaty steamed stuffed buns just out of the cage." Song Qi hurriedly answered.

The young man didn't seem to have heard him speak. After touching his sleeve pockets, his face suddenly turned pale. He lowered his head and began to search around, as if he had lost some great treasure.

"What's the matter? Don't worry." The middle-aged man beside him comforted him with concern.

The young man was about to cry, but he was still holding his breath and looking for something. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on a few steps away from him - a few pieces of emerald green gravel reflecting the sunlight.

With trembling lips, he crawled over slowly, picked up the broken stones one by one with trembling hands, and suddenly raised his head and roared in despair: "Mother! My child is sorry for you!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly got up and rushed over. When he saw the gravel in the young man's hand, his face turned pale: "Our family's ancestral treasure... broke...God!"

Song Qi felt that the steamed stuffed bun might not be able to get it back.

"It's all about you, a bastard!" The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head and stared at Song Qi: "You short-sighted little beast, you are in a hurry to reincarnate! It's fine if you hit someone, our ancestral treasure... ...I'm going to fight you hard!" He stood up and wanted to pounce.

"Uncle!" The young man stopped the middle-aged man, choked up and said, "This little brother didn't hit me on purpose, so don't kill him, okay?"

"No!" The middle-aged man said murderously, "I'm going to kill this guy today, and then report to the police and surrender!"

Song Qi found that the two of them had been crying for a long time without a drop of tears on their faces, but their faces were very red, and it seemed that they were struggling, so he persuaded: "Uncle, brother, don't worry, I just left in a hurry, this turn I didn't expect you to rush out suddenly..."

"So we bumped into you?!" The middle-aged man's eyes widened.

"No...no." Song Qi explained in a low voice: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, causing you to break the family treasure, what should I do? Do you want me to pay with my life?"

The young man sighed and said: "Uncle, look, this little brother didn't do it on purpose, why bother to fight to the death because of an unintentional mistake?"

The middle-aged man said anxiously: "Then what do you think? This piece of precious jade is a relic left by your mother, and it is priceless!"

The boy bowed his head in silence, as if he was thinking of a solution.

Song Qi stood still and obediently, lest the middle-aged man suddenly become violent.

"20 taels." The young man said calmly but clearly, looked up at Song Qi and said, "This piece of jade my mother left me is a high-quality jadeite, and it can be exchanged for at least a few hundred taels of silver at the pawnshop. Seeing how young you are, this Some compensation is to comfort my mother."

Song Qi asked in a low voice with guilt, "20 taels?"

"It's too cheap for him! You're just too soft-hearted!" The middle-aged man slapped his legs angrily with a look of suffering.

Song Qi said shamelessly: "This is your mother's relic. Regardless of its own quality, it is also a priceless treasure. Xiaosheng is willing to give 100 taels to express his shame."

As soon as this remark came out, the middle-aged man's eyes straightened, and the young man's mouth was half-opened.

After working together for so many years, I have never seen such a fool who even took the initiative to increase the price!

"Please don't refuse, both of you!" Song Qi nodded.

The young man came back to his senses first, cleared his throat, suppressed his excitement, and said in a deep voice: "You are a caring child, since that's the case, I will accept this kindness."

Song Qi breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his hand into his bosom to touch it, and said anxiously: "Oh, I didn't bring a bank ticket when I went out today, can you two wait here for a while, I'll go back and get the silver."

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and said vigilantly, "We will accompany you to get it."

Song Qi straightened his back: "Are you two afraid that I won't keep my word?"

The middle-aged man said displeasedly: "We met by chance, who knows what your status is?"

Song Qi frowned and said urgently: "If you don't know my identity, go to Yueyan Mountain to inquire about it."

The middle-aged man was taken aback, and asked tremblingly, "You...are you from the Jiang family?"

Song Qi snorted coldly: "The two of you will go back to the village with me to get the silver."

The middle-aged man was stunned, his calves trembling.

Looking at Song Qi's attire, he doesn't look like a member of the immortal sect, but on Yueyan Island, who would dare to bluff and deceive under the name of the Jiang family?

If it was the real Jiang family, their elders would find out about their blackmail, and the consequences would be disastrous.

The middle-aged man immediately said: "We still don't want the money..."

"Uncle!" It is said that the boy who sprained his ankle suddenly jumped up like a rabbit: "How can you live up to the young hero's wishes! Why don't you wait for me here, and I will let him go to get the silver taels!"

This trip to Porcelain is a big deal. He originally asked for 20 taels, and it would be good if Song Qi could come up with some money. How could this little fool take the initiative to increase the price, 100 taels, and he would have to go through fire and water to get it back!