Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 194 I Don’t Want to Be a Gay Sleeve

After the three of them went upstairs, they looked around and couldn't see any private seats.

There was only one empty table left at the stairs.

Jingzhi had just sat down and her butt was not even warm when she saw Abao walking straight towards a table in the middle of the second floor.

"Hey, don't pull me." Jingzhi slapped Ah Hai's hand away, looked at Ah Bao's angry back and asked:

"He's going to draw his sword and help, like a hero saving the damsel in distress?"

Ah Hai raised his chin towards the arguing couple and explained:

"See? That guy in the light yellow coat, who looks like a nouveau riche, is our notorious Mr. Shi, who often harasses decent women."

"The girl he held was my senior brother's fiancée, Xiaozhu."

Jingzhi was puzzled.

"Then why won't you let me through? As a public official, I can't just sit back and watch this kind of bullying."

As soon as she slammed the table and stood up, Ah Hai grabbed her sleeve tightly and made her sit down again.

He sighed and said:

"You can save her temporarily, but how can you save her forever? Her family runs an inn. Not to mention Master Shi, her business is so good just because she is beautiful. Some young men come here to drink tea and spend money just to see her."

"If you help her drive Mr. Shi away, her father might come up and get angry with you."

"Besides, my senior brother has already been warned by Boss Zhu not to cause trouble here again."

"Again?" she pressed. "What do you mean?"

Ah Hai leaned forward on the table with his arms crossed, his eyes constantly watching the exchange between Ah Bao and Mr. Shi, but he leaned over and quietly explained to her:

"Don't tell my master, my brother fought here yesterday, the day before yesterday, and even the day before yesterday. He beat anyone who took advantage of Xiaozhu."

As he spoke, he unconsciously twitched his nose slightly.

It’s strange, Brother Lin smells so good, just like a girl.

But it’s not the scent of powder.

This faint fragrance caught Ah Hai's attention. He withdrew his gaze and suddenly moved close to Jingzhi's hair, wanting to smell it clearly.

When the two were only about 20 centimeters apart, Jingzhi pulled out the chopsticks from the chopstick holder and poked them against his shoulder.

"What? I'm not a homosexual."

An idea suddenly came to Ah Hai's mind.

If she doesn't engage in homosexuality, what will happen to their master who has been a solo practitioner since birth?

……

Ah Hai moved back, holding the chopsticks stuck in front of his chest with one hand and said with a smile:

"I'm not a homosexual, but you smell so good, bro!"

"Unlike me, who works all day in the morning and already reeks of sweat."

Ah Hai raised his sleeve, sniffed the scent on his body, and then wrinkled his nose.

Jingzhi calmly sat down beside him, "Really? Brother Hai has such a keen nose, do you smell something animal here?"

Ah Hai disagreed.

He pointed downstairs through the window behind him and said, "Of course there is. There's a dog next door, and it recently gave birth to a litter of puppies. I'll take you to see it when I have time."

"……talk later."

At this moment, the three people seemed to be unable to reach an agreement. Jingzhi saw that Mr. Shi slammed the table and stood up, stepped on the chair, and seemed to be scolding Abao.

Ah Hai couldn't bear to see his brother being bullied, and finally he couldn't sit still anymore.

He didn't even have time to put down his chopsticks, and walked over with Jingzhi, spinning his cup.

"Things from Tianranju shouldn't be this dirty. I think someone must have done this!"

Mr. Shi sniffed towards where Abao was standing, and then acted as if he was about to take advantage of it.

Jingzhi couldn't help but frown at this hypocritical and deliberately disgusting look.

She looked at the bowl of ginseng chicken soup he was pointing at. On the clear surface of the soup, a grasshopper was particularly obvious, its hind legs kicked up due to being scalded. It was obvious that it had just fallen in.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Mr. Shi was shaken by her delicate face and was speechless for a moment. His mouth was half open and his saliva was about to flow down.

The old man sitting at the same table tugged at his robe under the table, and he came to his senses.

Mr. Shi twirled the single beard from the big mole on his chin. His cloudy eyes looked up and down at Jingzhi's clothes, then stopped at her face, staring straight at her. His frivolous tone made Jingzhi very unhappy.

"Sir, you came just in time. He brought me this soup, and I suspect he wants to harm me. Please help me."

As he spoke, he lifted his sleeve and was about to put his hand, which was covered with rings of various colors, on Jingzhi's arm.

Jingzhi picked up the fan and knocked down his dirty hand, saying with a fake smile:

"There are still no clues, so please don't jump to conclusions. If he really wants to harm you, I will not tolerate it."

Jingzhi thought Abao was stupid and was not the kind of person who would have bad intentions.

Unfortunately, she was just startled by Ah Hai's words "Brother, you smell so good".

He couldn't see what was going on for a moment, so he looked at Abao with a frown.

Just as I was about to ask what was going on, Xiaozhu spoke up.

Perhaps because she had dealt with this kind of situation too many times, she chose to swallow her anger.

Xiaozhu smiled awkwardly and said to Master Shi, "I'm so sorry, let me change your cup."

Young Master Shi's big face suddenly came close to Xiaozhu. The lustful light in his eyes not only made Xiaozhu feel disgusted, but even Jingzhi, a bystander, wanted to slap him:

"Since you've said it, Xiaozhu, I'm happy, I'm happy!"

"But..." He touched his chin again and looked at Po with ill intent.

"But what?"

Master Shi picked up the soup spoon from the bowl, scooped up the grasshopper that had been scalded to death, and held it to his mouth. "Eat it, and this matter will be over."

Ah Hai's eyes widened with anger, his chest heaving. "Aren't you going too far? There's no evidence to prove that my senior brother did it, so why did you ask him to eat?!"

"Evidence?" Master Shi winked at the white-haired old man with an afro at the same table. "He wants evidence."

The old man half-closed his eyes and pointed at Abao's pocket with a mysterious smile.

Ah Hai looked down and saw two lively grasshoppers rubbing their hands near Ah Bao's pocket.

"Senior brother, you..." Ah Hai instantly took back the words of defense in his mouth and looked at Ah Bao with a constipated face.

When Po saw the grasshopper, he was also startled.

How could he not know whether he did it or not?

He rummaged in his pocket and found a dark blue handkerchief.

"This is not mine." said Po.

Master Shi groaned in disbelief and said, "If it's not yours, then is it mine?"

Jingzhi took the handkerchief, shook out the grasshoppers inside, unfolded it and took a look. His eyes moved from the handkerchief to the old man.

She suddenly understood.

Shanzi pressed down Mr. Shi's hand holding the spoon, and then retorted:

"The embroidery on this handkerchief is Miao embroidery."

"Abao is Han Chinese, how could he possibly know Miao embroidery? I think..." she pointedly looked at the old man in dark blue clothes, "the murderer is someone else."

Mr. Shi looked at the old man helplessly. Seeing his expression froze, he could only bite the bullet and point at A Bao and say:

"Is it not permitted for a woman to give him a handkerchief?"

Jingzhi opened her fan and fanned it gently. She slowly walked around behind the old man, her eyes never leaving the Miao embroidery on his cuffs and collar, and explained:

"A Miao woman will only give Miao embroidery to a man once in her life, and that man must be her lover."

"Although Abao is poor, his devotion to Xiaozhu is obvious to all his neighbors and fellow villagers."

She suddenly turned to the people on the second floor who were listening intently and asking, "What do you think?"

Someone in the crowd said:

"That's right, he's been coming to Tianranju every day recently. I even saw him when I was beating Mr. Huang yesterday."

Someone started, and someone else followed suit:

"Yes, they are childhood sweethearts, engaged to each other since birth, and they have a very good relationship."

"It's just that his future father-in-law is such a scoundrel. He despises Abao's poverty. Xiao Zhu is already 20 years old, but he still won't let her get married. If this continues, she'll become an old maid."

……

The crowd gradually moved away.

Mr. Shi went from looking frustrated to slowly becoming complacent.

He turned the ring on his thumb and said to the old man:

"Oh my, if Xiaozhu follows him, she'll probably only be able to drink water, not even grasshopper soup~"

Po was so angry that he slammed his palm on the table:

"Do you dare to go out with me for a duel?"

"it is good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Shi covered his mouth and regretted it.

Po has inherited all the true skills from Uncle Jiu and his skills are top-notch. It would be strange if he could win.

This time it’s over, he thinks he’s going to be beaten into a piece of shit.