Fantasy Dimension Plunder

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Bei Minglei didn't kill, because Yu Huaji didn't deserve to die at his hands, but the strength he showed was enough to deter Yu Huaji, and he probably wouldn't come to trouble him again until he was fully sure.

And Fu Junmao in the room was even more shocked. Although he had already overestimated Beiminglei's strength, the more he came into contact with Beiminglei, the more he felt that his strength was terrifying and bottomless.

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The day after Bei Minglei drove Yu Wenhuaji back, Lao Feng's steamed stuffed bun shop opened for business as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Fu Junmai took Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling away last night, and Yu Wenhua was seriously injured and unable to hunt down the three of them. Perhaps the fate of the two young gangsters in Yangzhou City will quietly change from now on.

After Yu Wenhua escaped from serious injuries, he took his men and fled Yangzhou overnight, not knowing where to heal his injuries.

The business of Lao Feng Baozi shop is very good today. The sun has just risen and all the buns are sold out.

Because when Bei Minglei made steamed stuffed buns, he used his advanced martial arts to maximize the deliciousness of the food itself, so the steamed stuffed buns he made were more delicious than others, making people addicted to eating them.

Because of concerns, Beiming Lei simply decided to close the store early and discuss with Lao Feng and his wife about moving out of Yangzhou.

Although he is not afraid of Yu Wenhuaji, Bei Minglei does not want to be involved in world disputes at this stage. He wants to keep a low profile for a while before the immortal way is completed.

It's a pity that some things can't be avoided, just when Bei Minglei was about to close the shop, two people, one old and one young, came outside Lao Feng's bun shop.

The young man is handsome and handsome. Although he is not wearing a battle armor or holding a weapon, he has the air of a soldier rushing towards him. He looks like a soldier, and his martial arts are not low.

The old man looked much more ordinary, dressed in plain sackcloth, he looked like an old farmer, but there was a cold light in his eyes from time to time, and Bei Minglei could feel the breath of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood from him.

The old man was in front and the young man was behind. When he came to Lao Feng's steamed stuffed bun shop, he saw Bei Minglei and asked:

"Brother, do you still have buns for sale?"

Bei Minglei shook his head and said: "The buns are sold out, the old man wants to buy them, please go early tomorrow!"

The young man took out a broken piece of silver, and arrogantly yelled at Bei Minglei: "I'll pay double the price, and immediately make a new basket of buns!"

Bei Minglei didn't even look at the young man, but kept focusing on the old man.

"Shixin, don't be rude!" The old man stopped the young man, and then said to Bei Minglei:

"Brother, this old man has always heard that Feng's steamed stuffed buns are delicious, so I came here from outside the city to have a taste, so please help me!"

Bei Minglei took a deep look at the old man, finally nodded and said: "Okay, but you have to wait for half an hour!"

"No problem!" The old man readily accepted, but turned around and smiled wryly:

"Brother, the old man is getting old and his legs and feet are inconvenient, but let the old man come in and sit down!"

Bei Minglei nodded in agreement, and asked Mrs. Zhen to come out to entertain the guests. Seeing Mrs. Zhen's beauty, the young man's breathing became a little heavy, but the old man's face remained normal, and he quickly focused his attention on Bei Minglei making steamed buns method.

To be honest, watching Bei Minglei make steamed buns is definitely a pleasure. His clean knife skills and otherworldly techniques quickly attracted the attention of young people again.

"What kind of martial arts is this?!" The young man asked himself. He has studied martial arts deeply, and he has been guided by a famous teacher. risk.

"There is such a powerful sword technique in the world!"

Amidst the exclamations of the old and the young, a basket of steamed stuffed buns was quickly prepared and placed in front of the two of them, exuding a peculiar aroma that made people move their index fingers.

The old man unceremoniously reached out to grab a bun and put it in his mouth. After one bite, the rich aroma of meat and delicious gravy accompanied by the freshness and sweetness of vegetables filled his taste buds.

The young man couldn't help but picked up the bun and took a bite, then his eyes widened and he almost bit off his tongue.

"How can there be such delicious buns in this world!"

After sighing, the young man put the buns into his mouth one by one, not afraid of being scalded.

A basket of steamed stuffed buns went into the stomachs of an old man and a young man within a short while. Sister-in-law Zhen thought they were reincarnated from starvation ghosts. She was afraid that the two of them would choke to death, so she quickly poured them a glass of water.

The old man looks quite old, but he has a big appetite. There are fifty steamed buns in a whole basket. He and the young man each ate 25. You should know that ordinary people eat three enough to be full. It can be seen that the old man usually eats a lot .

"Hi~~" After eating the steamed stuffed bun, the old man took a sip of tea, burped deeply, and then leaned on the chair with a satisfied face.

The young man boldly wiped the oil from his mouth, and said loudly to Bei Minglei:

"Boss, bring me another basket of steamed buns and wrap it up, I'll take it away!"

Bei Minglei wiped his hands with a towel, then shook his head and said, "I've run out of flour, so I can't make buns!"

The old man said with a smile at this time: "Brother is very skilled, the steamed stuffed buns are even more delicious than the palace meal!"

Bei Minglei frowned, and replied bluntly: "The old man has eaten the imperial meal!"

The old man knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he slapped a haha ​​and avoided Bei Minglei's question.

"I see that my little brother's steamed stuffed bun shop has an endless stream of customers, I'm afraid it's going to make a lot of money every day!" The old man looked around the steamed stuffed bun shop carefully, as if he was gossiping.

"I don't dare to make money every day, just barely get by!" Sister-in-law Zhen replied while packing her things:

"Nowadays, the world is not good, and the imperial court has increased so many exorbitant taxes, we can only make some small profits!"

Hearing Mrs. Zhen's words, the original smile on the old man's face gradually subsided, and the young man behind showed even more resentment, but Bei Minglei could see that his resentment was aimed at exorbitant taxes.

"A tyrannical government is fiercer than a tiger!" The young man whispered, but the old man heard him, but he didn't say much, just sighed deeply.

Bei Minglei poured a cup of strong tea for digestion for the old man, and then said: "Since the current emperor failed to levy Korea three times and spent a lot of money, he has collected taxes in various names, causing public grievances to boil, and the lives of ordinary people have become more and more difficult. up!"

The old man replied excitedly: "Your Majesty's three expeditions to Korea are to protect the peace of our border in the Sui Dynasty. Although it ended in failure, it is not a bad government!"

Bei Minglei showed a strange look when he heard the words. In today's world, not many people would speak for Yang Guang. Combining with the old man's age, Bei Minglei had already guessed his identity.

"Although the emperor is talented, it's a pity that his actions are too radical, otherwise he wouldn't have governed such a huge country like this!" Bei Minglei said regretfully.

"Oh!" Hearing Bei Minglei's words, the old man couldn't help but look at him twice, and asked curiously:

"My little brother also has some opinions on the court situation!"

"It's nothing, it's just the boy's usual thoughts, it can't be taken seriously!"

The old man suddenly became interested, sat up straight, and asked curiously:

"Brother, I would like to tell this old man about my thoughts!"

Bei Minglei waved his hands straightly and said: "The little people don't dare to be reckless about government affairs!"

"It doesn't matter!" The old man said with a smile: "There are only you and me here, what the little brother said will never fall into the ears of the fifth person!"

"That kid is Meng Lang!"

"The boy thinks that if the current emperor is not too radical, he must be an emperor through the ages who surpasses Qin Huang Han Wu!"

Bei Minglei's first sentence stunned the old and the young.