allonlinenovel Chapter 173: Even 9 lives aren't enough
Chapter 173: Even 9 lives aren't enough
This is the thought.
Fang Xiao smiled awkwardly and asked Pei Yan to take her away.
The two returned to the crowd.
"Quiet down, everyone, quiet down!"
Fang Xiaoxiao stretched out her hands, gesturing to the crowd.
The women quieted down after she spoke.
Once everyone had quieted down, Fang Xiaoxiao spoke.
"Thank you all for your trust in Lingxi Pavilion. I, Fang Xiaoxiao, would like to say thank you to everyone."
She looked at everyone, bowed slightly, and then continued speaking.
"Actually, our shop knows nothing about the five-copper coin charge for queuing, nor has it authorized Old Zhang of Yangchun Noodles to collect fees for queuing!"
"Wow"
……
Opposite to Lingxi Pavilion.
An old man with a hunched back, thin face, wrinkled features, and missing two front teeth was happily counting the coins in his money bag.
Old Zhang looked at the bulging money bag, his face beaming with an undisguised smile.
"This money is really easy to make. If I had known, I should have followed Madam Fang and the others every day."
"Why bother selling this lousy plain noodle dish? It's such a waste of energy."
"Nonsence……"
Old Zhang, recalling the hardships he endured selling plain noodles, spat on the ground with extreme resentment.
He then began counting his earnings from that morning.
In just one morning, he earned nearly 750 copper coins.
This money is much more than what he earns selling plain noodles every day from dawn till dusk.
You should know that a bowl of plain noodles costs only ten coins, but he can only earn twenty coins a day, and that's only if he's lucky.
If you're unlucky, you'll be left with nothing but the northwest wind.
Old Zhang, grinning with his large, yellow teeth (he had no front teeth), carefully placed the bulging money bag into his pocket.
He planned to check on the situation at Lingxi Pavilion across the street again, thinking about how to promote it better tomorrow.
To his surprise, as soon as he looked up, he saw a group of women rushing towards him.
The woman in the lead angrily pointed at Old Zhang and shouted.
"You old bastard, how dare you play us? I'll make sure you get your old bark peeled off today!"
She was robust and broad-shouldered; if it weren't for her gorgeous dress and gold hairpin, it would be hard to believe she was a woman.
The woman's voice was like a booming bell, echoing throughout the entire long street.
Old Zhang had never seen such an imposing presence before.
Although he didn't know exactly what had happened inside the Lingxi Pavilion or what Madam Fang had said to everyone.
But as the group of women approached, their faces filled with menacing glints, he watched them walk towards him.
He knew that if he were caught by this group, they would probably skin him alive.
This is the thought.
Old Zhang didn't care about anything else and started to run to his side.
However, he underestimated the group of angry ladies.
The ladies were like they'd just eaten a Snickers bar; they ran incredibly fast and their movements were terrifyingly swift.
The burly woman at the head of the group quickly approached Old Zhang and, without saying a word, kicked him in the chest.
Struck by this powerful kick, Old Zhang suddenly felt as if his internal organs had been shattered, and the excruciating pain of his liver and gallbladder being torn apart swept through his entire body.
"boom!"
"Pfft!"
"Sisters, beat him up! Today I want to see how many lives this old Zhang has."
"Ah, ah, I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll give the money back to you!"
"Please, please stop hitting me! My old bones can't take this much..."
"Pah! Take this money and buy yourself a nice coffin!"
half an hour.
Fang Xiaoxiao led a few people from the shop to the ladies quickly.
"Sisters, dear sisters, please stop fighting! If you keep fighting, someone might really die!"
While gesturing to the shop assistants to help disperse the crowd, she helped Pei Yan squeeze into the center of the crowd.
When I finally saw Old Zhang, I was almost startled by his appearance.
His head was swollen like a pig's head, and his whole body was covered in scratches and footprints. His original coarse linen clothes had now turned into tattered rags.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this is so terrible!"
"It made my heart pound."
Fang Xiaoxiao squatted down in astonishment, reaching out her small hand to try and see if Old Zhang was still breathing.
"Miss Fang, save me..."
Old Zhang, whose head was swollen like a pig's, stretched out his right hand, which was as dry as tree bark, trying to grasp at the straw in front of him.
To everyone's surprise, Fang Xiaoxiao didn't react for a moment and shouted.
"Ghost!"
Then she and the lady next to her started punching and kicking old Zhang on the ground again.
Russian qing.
On one side of the main hall of Lingxi Pavilion, there was a simple rattan chair, on which lay a person wrapped up like a mummy.
Fang Xiaoxiao sat to the side, holding the silver needles she had just taken from the mummy's head.
"Phew, I never thought I'd be so lucky!"
Looking at the mummy, she felt a deep sense of admiration and respect.
She was beaten by a hundred or so women in turn, and then she and a tall, wealthy woman came and gave her another friendly greeting.
The key point is that he didn't die, and it was only a superficial injury, which is simply a medical miracle.
Fang Xiaoxiao inserted the three silver needles back into her hair bun, stood up, and looked at Pei Yan beside her.
"Remember to pull me back next time, otherwise you might act too impulsively and kill someone!"
Thinking about it now, I still feel a bit scared.
If he hadn't stopped in time, even if Old Zhang had nine lives, it probably wouldn't have been enough.
Pei Yan coughed lightly to conceal his inner thoughts.
He vividly remembered how Fang Xiaoxiao had beaten the old man so badly that he couldn't be stopped.
Now they're blaming him instead; it's really going against the grain.
However, he doesn't care about these things now, as long as she's alright.
The two exchanged a glance and then quickly looked away.
Fang Xiaoxiao cleared her throat, easing the awkwardness of their earlier eye contact.
"Alright, Old Zhang should be fine. He'll probably be back to his old self after a while."
"Mmmmmmm..."
Old Zhang, the mummy, was very grateful and wanted to thank the benefactor who saved his life and treated him for free.
"Xiao Cui, bring me paper, ink, and pen. I need to write down the costs of Old Zhang's treatment."
"When he recovers, he'll have to pay back all this money. This isn't a charity!"
"..."
Old Zhang, who had just wanted to thank her properly, suddenly had tears of joy welling up in his eyes upon hearing these words.
After Fang Xiaoxiao finished writing the IOU, she glanced at Old Zhang, who was tied up like a rice dumpling, and noticed that not a single finger was exposed. She sighed helplessly.
"I forgot to leave him a finger to sign!"
As she spoke, she shifted her gaze to Old Zhang's toes and noticed that one of his big toes was still unbandaged.
So she had no choice but to ask Xiao Cui to bring her a dagger.
"Stab!"
Old Zhang felt a sharp pain in his toe and looked on in terror, trying to see what was wrong, but he couldn't move an inch.