Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 54 The inn [recommendation, collection, investment]

Zhang Deming looked at the landlady indifferently, a little confused, not knowing what the other party was talking about.

Seeing Zhang Deming's expression, the proprietress thought that he didn't care. She guessed that he was a rich man who didn't care about this little money. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then you eat slowly."

Zhang Deming watched the landlady leave inexplicably, then turned to look at the little boy sitting there and said, "Fellow Daoist, do you mind sharing a table? There are no empty seats here."

The little boy Yi Huaihai looked at Zhang Deming with a smile, his eyes lingered on Zhang Deming's clothes for a moment, and replied: "Senior brother, you don't mind."

Zhang Deming paused slightly when he heard this and said: "Fellow Daoist calls me senior brother? Could it be that you are."

Yi Huaihai smiled and said: "I am a disciple of a family outside the Heavenly Spirit Sect. This time I went to the Heavenly Spirit Sect hoping to enter the outer sect."

Zhang Deming asked doubtfully: "Are you alone?"

Although the other party is a practitioner, there is still something wrong with a person at this age, right?

Is your family so big-hearted?

When Yi Huaihai heard this, he fell silent. When Zhang Deming saw this, they were strangers and stopped asking questions.

Yi Huaihai smiled and asked, "Would you like to eat something together?"

It can be seen that this child is very precocious and has a high level of intelligence.

Zhang Deming took a look and saw that they were all ordinary dishes with no spiritual food, so there would be no expense.

In the Heavenly Spirit Sect, after working as a handyman for more than two years, the value of silver is no more than a steamed bun.

Therefore, Zhang Deming was not polite, took the chopsticks and said: "Okay!"

"Hey, two little brothers can't finish it."

Just as I picked up my chopsticks and planned to chat a few words, an old man who was half drunk, smelled of alcohol, hadn't showered and washed his hair in I don't know how many years, and who was dressed very slovenly and looked like a beggar came forward and greeted me.

The strong biochemical weapons made Zhang Deming and Yi Huaihai frown as they planned to eat.

The other party sat down next to Zhang Deming carelessly. Looking at Zhang Deming, the only adult who did not speak but frowned, he said:

"Here, the old beggar will help you solve this problem."

While talking, he stretched out his hand to grab the vegetables. A lot of dirt was clearly visible on his whole hand.

"You'd better think it through before taking action."

Yi Huaihai spoke softly, with a soft tone without much force.

Zhang Deming came in just now and didn't understand the situation yet. Besides, he was just sharing the table and sharing the meal, so he just watched without saying anything.

The old man's hands paused, and he took a serious look at Yi Huaihai and Zhang Deming, especially Zhang Deming's hands. He didn't find any calluses before he replied with a smile:

"Oh, don't be so stingy, what you ordered is so rich, it aroused the greed in my stomach.

Anyway, you two can't finish it, so I'll help you kill it to avoid wasting it. "

As he spoke, he already stretched out his hand to claw at a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth.

"Well, it tastes really good."

After saying that, he continued to grab another dish.

The stained paws were covered with grease, and they were lowered into many dishes. It was hard to eat most of the dishes just looking at them.

Yi Huaihai's face turned cold, he took out the dagger from his arms and slashed it.

The old man didn't care. He ate with one hand and changed his moves with the other. He easily neutralized all Yi Huaihai's attacks.

He said vaguely with a lazy smile: "Don't be so angry at such a young age. At worst, I, an old beggar from Liuzhou, owe you a favor.

You don't care. It's not good to use knives or guns at such a young age. "

Zhang Deming glanced at the other party lightly and did not answer.

When he reported the old beggar from Liuzhou, the eyes of the two people who had been staring at Zhang Deming with evil intentions instantly converged. Many people retracted their gazes, at least they no longer looked at him so carelessly.

At this time, Yi Huaihai smiled. The old man had already moved eight of the ten dishes in front of him, but the one in front of him and Zhang Deming had not been touched.

Obviously, the other party not only planned to eat and drink together, but also saw that Zhang Deming and Zhang Deming were very clean and wanted to eat and drink eight times.

"That's right, it's just a table full of food!" the old beggar misunderstood Yi Huaihai's smile and said.

Yi Huaihai shook his head and put away the dagger in his hand. Zhang Deming watched quietly. The boy looked young, but Zhang Deming found that he was an intermediate apprentice.

Not to mention the old beggar, even this room is not enough for this kid alone.

The reason why he lost just now was entirely because this kid didn't use any spiritual power. Obviously, fists and kicks couldn't beat this obvious old man.

Zhang Deming quietly watched the other party eat haphazardly. Only the one in front of Zhang Deming and Yi Huaihai did not move among the ten dishes. He seemed to feel that he had principles.

For a long time, Zhang Deming watched the other party finish eating. He actually ate all eight dishes. It was really a huge amount.

"Hiccup, I haven't felt so comfortable for a long time. Today I am the old beggar Meng Lang. I owe you one." The old man patted his belly and said to Zhang Deming who had been silent.

Zhang Deming paid no attention to the other party. He roughly recalled that this guy thought he was a parent?

Coupled with the words and reaction of the landlady just now, it means that this child has not been here for long, and it is estimated that he has something to do with his front and back legs.

Yi Huaihai smiled and asked, "Have you finished eating?"

The old man nodded and said, "It's done."

"Have you eaten yet?" Yi Huaihai continued to ask.

The old man nodded with a smile and said: "After eating, what's wrong with the little baby? Are you still not convinced?

Do you really think I, old beggar, am here just to feed you?

You don't have any scratches on your body, and your boxing and kicking skills are average. You are obviously not a martial artist, and the parent next to you is not much different.

The money all over his body was clinking on the table, and he appeared in this inn without a single servant or servant.

Old beggar, if I don't let you eat this meal, do you believe that you won't be able to walk half a mile tomorrow?

Do you really think I care about your food?

In this huge Liuzhou, if I, the old beggar, spread the word, I don’t know how many people would line up and take the initiative to treat me to a meal. How rare is that? "

Zhang Deming nodded and interjected: "Well, you are Hong Qigong, I guess I guessed it."

"Hong Qigong? Who is that?" the old man asked puzzledly.

Zhang Deming did not answer the other party, but continued: "However, not to mention what you just said, it's okay!

After eating and drinking, he guarded us, helped us drive away the malicious people around us, and escorted us to our destination. If we were ordinary people, it would be more like this.

But when you said this again after eating, it seemed deliberate.

By the way, do you really not recognize my clothes? Or."

Zhang Deming did not elaborate on the subsequent speculation.

"Clothes?" The old beggar frowned and looked at Zhang Deming's clothes. He didn't find anything wrong with them for a while.

(End of chapter)