Yang Ge glanced at the golden scimitar at his waist and stretched lazily, saying indifferently, "Sorry, the shop is small, we don’t serve foreign guests."
"Good!"
Xiao Baoqi slapped the table so hard that all the bowls and plates jumped, seriously flattering, "Er Niu’s temperament!"
The rest of the salted fish also came to their senses, laughing and cheering messily, "Er Niu is mighty, these people don’t deserve good faces!"
"The same old tricks before, and now still these tricks?"
"Get out, you are not welcome here!"
The tense atmosphere finally made the burly Great Han at the counter furrow his eyebrows.
But the next second, his face broke into a smile again, and he said, "Shopkeeper, we are summoned to the capital for the Emperor’s birthday feast, even the Emperor himself has promised us: ’Inside and outside the barrier we are all family, all under heaven are brothers’, why would the shopkeeper begrudge us a bed to rest in?"
"Bang."
Xiao Baoqi stood up from the table, red-faced and about to explode.
Yang Ge waved at him, preemptively blocking the reckless words that were about to come out of that kid’s mouth.
Some things, he could say, but Xiao Baoqi and the others couldn’t.
Although Xiao Baoqi and the others weren’t necessarily afraid...
Yet, it was better fewer troubles than one too many.
"The Emperor is generous and tolerant because he is the emperor!"
Yang Ge withdrew his hand and spoke unhurriedly, "We don’t want to tolerate you because we are just ordinary people, that doesn’t conflict... Moreover, before expecting others to be tolerant, shouldn’t you first think about what bad things you’ve done yourself?"
The burly Great Han opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by Yang Ge’s wave of his hand, "Enough, don’t come here for trouble anymore. While I’m still not angry, hurry up and leave, and best not linger at Lu Ting either. Whoever invited you, go back to them."
Hearing this, the burly Great Han’s smile looked somewhat forced, yet he still kept his manners, clasping his hands together and saying "If the shopkeeper insists, we will not disturb any further, but our State Preceptor Nan Jia holds the shopkeeper in high esteem and invites the shopkeeper to the vast snowy mountains of the grasslands for a discourse, the State Preceptor awaits with brewed tea."
As he spoke, he gestured to a follower behind him, and a servant immediately came forward, holding an exquisitely carved sandalwood box inlaid with pearls and gold, placing it respectfully on the counter.
Yang Ge did not even glance at the sandalwood box on the counter, just chuckled lightly, "Done your homework pretty well, haven’t you? Appreciated! But since you’ve thoroughly researched my life, you should know I don’t like traveling far, and every time I leave is to deal with nuisances, so you’d better not hope for me to travel north through the passes, it’s no good for you... Take your gifts and leave, safe travels!"
The burly Great Han swallowed his saliva privately and forced a smile, "The shopkeeper must not misunderstand, the boxes contain no treasures, only the handwritten scriptures and notes of Saint Nan Jia, given to the shopkeeper to share through writing."
Yang Ge shook his head, "I appreciate your State Preceptor’s kindness, but I lead a rough life, not cultivating any good karma, only loving to kill and set fires, so I will not accept such significant gifts... Hurry off, seeing you just annoys me."
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Seeing his face devoid of any smile, the burly strong man dared not say more, clasping his hands again, "We take our leave!"
After speaking, he personally picked up the sandalwood box and, leading a group of followers, turned around and quickly lifted the windproof curtain to leave.
"Oho..."
"Er Niu’s temperament!"
"Er Niu is mighty!"
"This matter definitely calls for two bowls to Er Niu..."
As the burly strong man stepped out the front door, the salted fish behind him started to rowdily stir things up, the main theme being about facing up directly.
"Roll, roll, roll!"
Yang Ge waved at the salted fish like shooing flies, "I get annoyed just seeing you guys!"
"There’s no bothersome matter that a hotpot of lamb can’t solve!"
"If there is, then two!"
"Today’s bill is on Uncle Xiao!"
"Xiao’s temperament!"
"Xiao is mighty!"
"Xiao plays the groom every night..."
Just as the salted fish were merrily instigating, the thick windproof curtain at the door was lifted again, and the biting cold wind whooshed into the inn.
The salted fish discontentedly looked over together, some hot-tempered ones stood up, grabbing the stools from under them in their hands...
The fierce and ferocious faces startled the newcomer lifting the curtain, making him involuntarily step back, raising his hands in defense.
Yang Ge fixed his gaze, then laughed and pressed his hand down, "Calm down, he’s a friend..."
"He’s a friend huh!"
"You should have said so earlier!"
"Man, I almost threw my stool over!"
"Hey, new friend, come join us for some lamb hotpot..."
Wang Cheng looked bewildered at the wildly lively hall; had Yang Ge not been standing behind the counter, he would have doubted he entered the wrong place.
Yang Ge waved him over, "What are you standing around for? Come on in!"
As he spoke, he turned his head and shouted towards the backyard, "Er Niu, prepare a copper pot, cut three pounds of lamb."
Wang Cheng came to his senses, a hearty laugh appearing on his face, striding towards Yang Ge, while walking, he clasped his fists: "Er Niu, long time no see!"
"Long time no see."
Yang Ge returned the greeting with a clasped hand, laughing, "It’s freezing cold, what are you doing running over here?"
Wang Cheng shrugged, with a smug smile on his face, he replied, "The Emperor called me, Wang, to the capital for his birthday feast, even if it’s raining knives, I would still have to come!"
"Not bad, Wang!"