Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

The fame of "the pancakes eaten by Hanlin editors" gradually spread throughout Wang Jing, and Weisheng became busier. With his income doubled, the pancakes he made also doubled. :no.

Weisheng was quite dissatisfied with Cangdoushan's conclusion, but also had a vague premonition.

And all of this, Yang Zhibai, who was so busy every day, was still in the dark.

When the fame of "the pancakes eaten by Hanlin editors" reached its peak, several monks came to the door, claiming to be members of the Wuxiang Club, and urged them to stop the pancake business and join the Wuxiang Club. They will receive money every month and have spiritual resources , It’s much better than selling pancakes, dignified monks sell pancakes on the street, and they lose all the majesty of the monk world.

Who doesn’t want to do something that can make money while sitting still, Weisheng asked, “How much money do you get a month?”

A middle-aged monk said: "There is not much money in January, and monks don't need to eat mortal fireworks, so they only have [-] coins. But Wuxiang Club also provides cultivation resources, and you can also exchange ideas with other monks, which is the most suitable Loose repair!"

Weisheng reckoned in his heart that Wuxiang Club’s money for one month is not worth the account he earned from selling pancakes for half a month. Even the cultivation resources they promised must be contributed to the club in order to be exchanged. As for the discussion and exchange, hehe , with Cangdou Mountain here, what else is there to discuss: "No need, thank you."

The middle-aged monk didn't expect him to reject De so simply, so he had to turn his target to Cangdou Mountain: "This fellow Taoist, how about thinking about it?"

Cangdou Mountain was born in an orthodox sect, and has always looked down on the loose alliance of casual cultivators, so he simply said, "I'll listen to him."

The middle-aged monk hit a wall and said coyly: "Since you two insist on this, then I will not disturb your pancake business." The word "pancake" seemed to be particularly emphatic.

"I want you to take care of it." Cang Doushan turned back coldly, and now the middle-aged monk's face was even worse, and he walked away angrily.

Cangdoushan predicted that those people would not let it go.

The efficiency of Wuxiang Club is still very high, and trouble came to the door the next day: a group of gangsters walked to the pancake stand with dogtail grass in their mouths, pointed at the meat pancakes: "How do you sell this?"

Upstairs, Cangdoushan felt something, pushed open the window, happened to see this scene, and started to watch the play with his chin resting in high spirits.

"A penny a penny."

"Why do you sell it so expensive?" A gangster poked the pancake with his hand, and a hole was made with his finger, and he licked it, "Bah! It smells like wood! Your mother What kind of magic did you use to turn sawdust into meat to deceive people?"

Cang Dou Shan laughed out loud, Wei Sheng looked back at him from downstairs, Cang Dou Shan smiled slightly, as if encouraging Wei Sheng to do something.Weisheng's face turned cold: "What are you yelling about? Have you ever eaten sawdust? If you haven't eaten, don't be silly!"

"Hehe, you dare to talk back! Did you pay the land tax for setting up a stall here? How dare you set up a stall here without paying? Have you asked us?"

Weisheng rolled his eyelids: "Who are you?"

The gangster pointed to his nose: "I am your father!"

Weisheng shouted: "I am your grandfather! Why don't you kneel down to wish your grandfather his birthday!"

"Plop" the gangster bent his knees uncontrollably, and knelt down straight.Weisheng smiled immediately: "That's right, why are you yelling at Grandpa?"

The bastard was so angry that he couldn't get up for a while, so he had to let his follower go: "Give me a breakup!"

The gangsters swarmed up, Weisheng picked up the frying pan, and the hot oil on the pan flew up together with the pancakes, shaking the gangsters' heads and faces, and burned them all to the ground without using spells, covering the burnt places and jumping.

"You...you wait!" The gangsters threw down a cruel sentence, supported each other and fled in embarrassment.

Smiling, Wei Sheng put the frying pan back to its original position, and looked back at Cang Dou Shan, Cang Dou Shan lowered his brows and pursed his lips into a smile, then turned around and slammed the window shut.

Weisheng touched his nose, thinking that what he did was not majestic enough?After much deliberation, maybe waving the frying pan to scatter the gangsters is too mundane, well, next time I will use spells.

That afternoon, the guild that the gangster belongs to sent someone over. He was a well-mannered monk in a long gown who looked like a scholar. He was at the entry level. I care about it, but the membership fee has to be paid, and the younger brother in the gang was seriously burned, this Your Excellency should also be responsible."

Weisheng nodded: "Yes, the medical expenses should be paid, but I want to ask, after paying the membership fee of your gang, will there be nothing else to mess with us in the future?"

The scholar nodded: "Yes."

Weisheng paid the money happily and neatly, and finally gave the scholar monk a ride, which made the scholar look a little embarrassed.

On the third day, another wave of gangsters came to the door, with the same opening words: "Did you ask our Tiger Gang when you set up a stall here? Pay me!"

Weisheng had expected to say so calmly: "We have already paid the membership fee, if you don't believe me, ask the Bafang Gang."

"Bafang Gang? What the hell! I've never heard of it!" The gangster who came back this time is also cultivated. Will you pay it?"

"No, I'll see you again!" Before Weisheng finished his sentence, a pot fell from the sky and directly took a group of people into it.

Cangdoushan upstairs said calmly: "What are you talking about with them? Finding faults will affect business."

Weisheng was convinced: "You are right."

The troubles were far more than that. Wuxiangshe was narrow-minded enough. On the third day, more gangsters surrounded the pancake stall, aggressively.Weisheng re-reported that the real big boss of the pancake stall should come to decide this matter, and he just smiled and delayed them for more than an hour. Passers-by saw this situation and detoured away in fright.

Weisheng is waiting for Yang Zhibai.

Yang Zhibai was working overtime and was so tired that he vomited blood.

It's hard to finish all the messy things today.He walked out of the gate of the Hanlin Academy, stretched his waist when there were no colleagues around, and was suddenly patted on the shoulder, scaring him out of his wits.

"Old Yang, have you heard of a pancake stand recently?"

Yang Zhibai's body was stiff: "Huh?"

Le Zhengying, who was reviewed by the Imperial Academy, said: "There is an extra pancake stand in Beijing, which is called 'pancakes eaten by Hanlin editors'. Today at noon, the bachelor heard about it and lost his temper because of it."

"I've never heard of it." Yang Zhibai desperately wanted to go home, soak his feet in hot water, and go to bed comfortably.

"Are you sure? That pancake stand seems to be near where you live? And the pancakes you ate in the morning are quite similar to what they say. Or, pay attention? Bring me two tomorrow."

When Le Zhengying said this, Yang Zhibai also became suspicious.Well, he dealt with Le Zhengying and called a carriage, hoping to arrive at the small building where he lived soon.

As soon as he arrived at the small building, he was dumbfounded. The front hall was densely packed with people. As soon as he came, everyone turned around and looked at him. His legs went limp from the neat gaze, and he thought he was about to be beaten. up.

His imaginary didn't happen, it was as if the leader bowed to him and strode away, and the dark people followed him, making him look dazed.

"What's the matter?" He just asked, Weisheng strode over with a big smile on his face, "You're back, thanks to you today hahahahaha."

Yang Zhibai looked blankly at his smiling face, looked around, and saw a sign leaning against the corner, with a line of good words written on it: pancakes eaten by editors.His brain exploded: "You...you sold it?"

The next moment he was angry: "How can you use my reputation to sell pancakes!"

Weisheng had already made preparations, and shouted for injustice: "No, you ate this pancake, the words on it are correct, and I didn't write 'edited pancake shop', and I didn't put your name on it, who would know It is you?"

Yang Zhibai was so angry that his face was distorted, and he couldn't speak for a while, and said angrily: "You have brought the reputation of the Imperial Academy, and the bachelors have lost their temper. Tell us editors how to deal with ourselves! Today I This brand must be smashed!" As he said, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to smash that brand, Weisheng of course couldn't let him succeed, and stood in front of him: "Your editor is so unreasonable, how can you just smash someone's brand?"

"What's going to happen today!" Yang Zhibai was furious, and slammed into him. Weisheng didn't expect this frail scholar to come here suddenly. He rushed to the front of the sign and was about to smash it on the ground when he lifted it up.Weisheng flew up and grabbed the sign: "Bring it!"

"Little man go away!"

"Who is a villain, you are a villain, and your whole family is a villain!" The two competed for the brand, and they were jealous of each other. I was disabled, so I only worked hard on the brand.Fighting back and forth, Yang Zhibai was gradually attracted by the handwriting on the sign: "Hey, that's a good word..."

"Bring it!" Weisheng tried his best, lost the sign and found it again, hahaha laughed and ran upstairs holding the sign, "Doosan, I got it back!"

Cang Doushan went out, his face darkened immediately: "How old are you, why are you acting like a child?"

"It's he who wants to smash our brand!"

Cang Doushan lowered his voice: "What petty temper do you have with the editor? Is it important for a person to be with a brand?! You can write again when the brand is gone. If the editor is angry, what do we rely on for pancake business?"

Weisheng felt that what he said was reasonable, but he couldn't bear to bear the sign: "You wrote this!"

Cang Doushan shut his mouth, bypassed him and went downstairs, walked up to Yang Zhibai, and said with an apologetic smile: "Master Editor, get up quickly, he is ignorant and offended, please forgive me."

Yang Zhibai got up and grabbed his arm excitedly: "You wrote that word?"

Cang Doushan was stunned: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Yang Zhibai clapped his hands and praised: "Good writing! Do you have other works? How about letting me take a look?"

Cang Doushan collected his mind and said with a smile, "Of course."

Weisheng leaned on the sign and watched them chatting and laughing happily as they entered the study room, feeling suffocated in his heart, looked at the sign in his hand, and firmly thought: Confess!