Nanqin Chapter 9: Heming at 9 Gao, the sound is heard in the sky

　　 Heming in Jiugao, the sound is heard in the sky.

　　's words are not fake at all, which makes Zhang Nanqin's eyes full of appreciation when he looks at the drunken Heming in front of him. The two are about the same age, but they have such a look, which is somewhat meaningful.

　　 "Brother Qin, as the old saying goes, sending charcoal in the snow is better than icing on the cake." Heming put down the cup and stared at Zhang Nanqin: "I believe in my own eyesight. From now on, Brother Qin can give up the monk's flesh if he orders it. "

　　"You drunk three rounds, you can talk about it." Zhang Nanqin took out the smoking pot from his waist and sipped at the candlelight beside the stone table: "I promise you, you will be responsible for the whetstone to make a sound in the future, and I will be responsible for grinding. Knife, how about making two and a half of silver?"

　　 Monk Heming was taken aback after hearing this, then burst into laughter.

　　 Late at night, Zhang Nanqin was sitting on the threshold of the hall smoking a pot, listening to the monk Heming's snoring from the side room, he suddenly smiled, and then took out the sound transmission stone from his arms, asking for some information about those powerful people .

　　 Wei Lanqing soon responded, and Zhang Nanqin could understand the pressure on Wei Lanqing now. Only Qin Ruoan understood that it was the righteousness in his heart. Wei Jia used to be generous to the people. Otherwise, even with Mo Jian and Qianliang Gold as a reward, Zhang Nanqin would not be moved.

　　 Another point is to reciprocate a peach. Three years ago, Qin Ruoan was very similar to Wei Lanqing at this time, but Qin Ruoan must have been through very hard, just like the old man Li loved Qin Ruoan so much and treated him as a granddaughter.

　　 Thinking of this, Zhang Nanqin's eyes flashed with a faint golden light, and the killing intent disappeared.

　　"My little girl’s legs have become like this, do you really think I don’t know anything?" Zhang Nanqin muttered softly, "Those people on Jing'an Road who do not live or die, do you think of a way now? What about me, Nanqin?"

　　 He knocked on the smoke pot: "I'm waiting, don't let me down. I promised my grandpa not to enter Jing'an Road for three years. In these three years, as long as you don't kill me, you will enter Jing'an Road. I will kill one person in ten steps! I will remove your families from Yunzhou from now on!"

　　 Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, as if responding to Zhang Nanqin's words, and the latter looked up at the sky with a meaningful smile, and then turned and entered his room.

　　 Early in the morning, Zhang Nanqin sent Qin Ruo'an into the school and headed towards the dock. On the dock, Zhang Nanqin saw a thin monk carrying about 300 kilograms of goods in and out of the warehouse, but Monk Heming came out of the warehouse and watched When he arrived at Zhang Nanqin, he immediately ran over with a smile.

　　 "The monk is discussing something with you." Zhang Nanqin said seriously: "You look good, next time you will laugh less."

　　 Monk Heming smiled more happily after hearing this. Zhang Nanqin kicked his ass, and the two squatted down, while the chicken thief with Heming's face took out two slaps from his arms. Zhang Nanqin's eyes lit up with the yellow paper bag in his hand, sniffed gently in his hand, and looked at Monk Heming.

　　"Where did you get it?" Zhang Nanqin is a little serious. You must know that shredded tobacco is nothing to outsiders, but as long as you have been in a military camp, you will know that either the upper class or the lower class. As for those in the middle, they have no chance to contact. cut tobacco. And among the lower class, as long as you recognize the smoking pot, if you are in trouble, you will help, because that is the style of a soldier in the door.

　　Heming monk heard the meaning of Zhang Nanqin’s words: “Brother Qin, no matter how muddy the monk is, he still knows the severity.” Heming took out a brass-colored pipe from the back of his waist, which let aside Zhang Nanqin's side eye.

　　"This is the cripple's cigarette stick. When the two were together, he used to take two puffs for me" Heming said, naturally taking out the fire fold from his arms, and then tapped it skillfully. He chirped over there, staring at Zhang Nanqin for a moment, then took out the cigarette stick from the back, and chirped too, then the two of them swallowed.

　　Zhang Nanqin looked at Monk Heming in the clouds and puffed up the fog and said jokingly: "I didn't see it, I was quite skilled."

　　 "When I first came here, Old Man Li took me in, and his work was that the lame took me in. He was the steward here, and he was not a good man, but my mouth as a monk was pleasing." Heming's eyes revealed a trace. Memories.

　　 "As long as you don't smile, you will be pleasing." Zhang Nanqin interrupted, but Heming smiled. Those two missing front teeth made Zhang Nanqin panicked.

　　"The **** is a person who has been on the battlefield. His leg was broken by a horse's hoof, and he retreated." He raised the cigarette stick in his hand: "This thing is precious to him. It was his son who was in the war on the border. After his death, he was escorted back. He smoked the pipe every day. People left this morning and left the pipe to me, as well as the supervisor of the dock."

　　 Monk Heming said with his fingers pointing to a small warehouse in front of him: "He knows his body well, but he is unwilling to treat him. He said that he had recovered his life when he was young, and he also had a son. Now he is gone. I have no more thoughts..."

　　 Heming, take a mouthful of a cigarette pot: "I see too much life and death, he doesn't want to be sent away, and he has already arranged his own funeral, and he was taken away if he ordered someone else. Go and see, he said otherwise he will go down, knowing that someone is missing him, he will regret it."

　　Zhang Nanqin was a listener, very serious. Monk Heming lightly touched him with his arm, and he saw Monk Heming signal the smoking pot, and then grinned: "Brother Qin, someone will accompany you to smoke this in the future Smoke pot."

　　 "You look thin, this strength is much stronger than those strong guys, and I earn a lot this day, right?" Zhang Nanqin took two sips and found that there was no tobacco, so he knocked the pot on the ground.

　　 "Twenty essays a day, but enough to eat and drink." Heming monk saw Zhang Nanqin knocking on the smoke pot, and he found out that he was gone, so he knocked on the ground: "If you have the rest, find a cashbox and pay Send a sound transmission stone to the little girl~IndoMTL.com~ and deposit the money back."

　　Heming said here, Zhang Nanqin found that his look is different: "Monk, I haven't read any books, my younger sister is reading, and I'm overwhelming all the students in the university."

　　After talking about these Heming, he started to giggle, very happy, and then he said: "Brother Qin, what are you looking for me?"

　　 Zhang Nanqin nodded: "You have been in Changping Mansion longer than me. You should be familiar with it. I want you to do something for me."

　　 Monk Heming grinned after hearing this: "I'm waiting for your words, Brother Qin. Although I make some silver here, I will still go out for alms as a monk when I have time. I can say Every street and alley here, shops, restaurants, and flower houses are all familiar."

　　 Zhang Nanqin looked at Monk Heming and said seriously: "If you are not careful about this, you may be killed."

　　 "My master showed me my face and said that monk I will have noble people to help me in the future, and he should have heard Heming Yu Jiugao, and heard it in the sky." Monk Heming said seriously.

　　Zhang Nanqin whispered softly in his ear. After a while, Monk Heming's face became serious: "When will it begin?"

　　 "If it is convenient for you, now."

　　 "Good."

　　 Monk Heming didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the warehouse to explain to others, and he saw that man nodded and bowed to Heming, and then, relying on the authority given by Heming, began to point fingers at other workers. But Monk Heming left without looking back. Zhang Nanqin was very satisfied with what the other party did.

　　 "If you are really capable, I will send you a good luck by Nanqin, so that you can truly Heming in Jiugao, and your voice will be heard in the sky. By then, I am afraid those old bald donkeys will be unable to sit still." Zhang Nanqin whispered, then laughed out and left the dock.