"Oh, isn't this Lu Ting's little husband? He was walking with his butt. Could it be that the lifeline of the blue crab was injured when he jumped into the river? Hahaha."

When Lu Ting was shocked that there were big crabs everywhere, a sound suddenly came from his ears. When he turned his head and saw a short and fat boy about sixteen or seventeen years old, looking at him with a smile. As he spoke, he opened the paper fan in his hand with a silence and shook it very flirtatiously.

His face is as big as a plate, his eyes are as small as beans, his face is wide on the top and narrow on the bottom, a bit like a turtle's head. He looks very funny and looks like a comedian from later generations. He looks like he is owing taxes at first glance, but he feels good about himself. He holds a broken fan and regards himself as a gentleman.

This makes it even more funny.

Based on the remaining memories in my mind, Lu Ting knew that the person in front of him was Wu Lin. Wu Lin was not as good as a martial artist. He was a famous playboy in Suzhou. However, he was well-received. My son Wu Biao was the chief of the Suzhou Municipal Administration. Many businessmen had to act according to Wu Biao's expression. His predecessor and Wu Lin had been jealous several times in brothels, but they all disliked each other. Wu Lin even secretly asked someone to beat him up.

That day, the tea-cup was moved to the cup. I was in a bad mood. After going out, Wu Linrei mocked him. His predecessor was angry and threw himself into the river. As a result, Wu Lin was his enemy.

Suzhou people have two names for crabs. Ordinary people call crabs green crabs. Literature likes to call crabs as intestinal young masters. There are many crabs in Suzhou. Every year, many people are injured by crabs. When Wu Lin sat on the roadside, waiting for the food to serve, he accidentally saw Lu Ting being shocked by the green crabs. He was amused on the spot and couldn't help laughing.

It would be strange if the enemy was not jealous. Wu Lin took the initiative to provoke him. Lu Ting looked at Wu Lin and said with a smile: "Seeing Mr. Wu's eyes were dull and his face turned blue. I guess he had just finished drinking the wine. This time, which girl picked up the money."

Wu Lin is the chief of the Suzhou Municipal Administration. He has a farm and a shop at home. He is a rich and leisurely playboy. He likes to go to brothels to drink wine. Unfortunately, he is a "quick gunman". In addition, the foreplay is at most half a cup of tea and it will be done as soon as it is trembling. After this incident is spread, it gets the nickname of a gust of wind. Many people joke behind the scenes that Wu Lin ordered, and which girl can get money without even sweating, which is equivalent to bend down to pick up money.

When he heard the word "picking money", Wu Lin changed his expression when the scene changed drastically, staring at Lu Ting and sneered: "This is the case for the villain. He likes to slander others behind his back. I am too lazy to care about the lowly farmer like you. Do you know whose mat I just hung? It was Xiao Xiang'er who moved your teacup and taught her a lesson. Hehe, Xiao Xiang'er's little slutty hooves are so delicious that she can't bear to leave."

"At most, it's only half a cup of tea. Mr. Wu, you're so comfortable, I'm afraid someone doesn't have enough taste." Lu Ting said lightly.

"You..." Wu Lin was teased by Lu Ting, and was furious on the spot and shouted loudly: "Guilin, Guiquan, give me a call."

Wu Lin is the only seedling in the family, and he brought two followers with him when he was in and out. Guilin Guiquan had already prepared aside. He responded loudly when he heard this, rolled up his sleeves to vent his anger for his master.

Seeing that the two were about to approach, Fuzhi was shocked and quickly blocked Lu Ting. Lu Ting came to his senses and shouted sternly before the two approached: "Wu Lin, do you want to gather people to cause trouble? Come on, if you have the ability to beat me to death, even if you can't kill you, it's better to alarm the soldiers patrolling the city, let's die together."

Guilin and Guiquan were tall and big, with their small arms and legs. Fuzhi was still a big child, so they were not the opponents of these two evil slaves. Lu Ting immediately threatened them.

"Come back." Wu Lin said with a pale face.

The rebellion of Fu Gongyi was just settled, and the court was still pursuing the remnants. He used heavy punishments in troubled times. Suzhou City was still under martial law. The battles in the streets allowed the soldiers patrolling the city to see them. Even if they were not dead, they would lose their skin. People like Lu Ting, who dared to jump into the river, would be frustrated and it would be unprofitable. Besides, the Municipal Administration is a fat position, and I don’t know how many people are watching. If someone makes a fuss about this matter at this time, the trouble would be great.

The two evil slaves retreated, but Lu Ting did not rush to leave. He leaned against the willow tree next to him and looked at Wu Lin with a smile.

I like you who want to beat me up but can't helplessly. When I meet you, I feel uncomfortable if I don't find a little bit of the place. Soon Lu Ting feels unbalanced again. Wu Lin, a prodigal son, lives a good life. There are lamb, lamb chops, lamb eight treasures and some fruits and vegetables on the table. The most conspicuous is that there is a golden roasted lamb leg in the middle of the table. Before this is over, Lao Suntou held another bowl of hot and fragrant lamb soup.

This mutton meal was enough for me to eat with Fuzhi for half a month.

Wu Lin also saw Lu Ting from the corner of his eyes. His fat face soon showed a look of disgust. His eyes turned, and he suddenly slapped the table and shouted: "Old man Sun, come here, why does your meat smell sour or not? Believe it or not, I have turned off your mutton stall."

"Young Master Wu, you can eat things randomly, but you can't talk nonsense." Old Sun was anxious when he heard this, and his face turned red: "The old man's mutton is the best fresh mutton. If you don't believe it, take a look, the blood has not yet been oozed."

Although Sun Ji mutton stall is just a small stall, it has been passed down for generations and is a century-old brand. In addition to having its own unique secret recipe, it also insists on using the best mutton. When Wu Lin said that his mutton was not good, Old Sun was anxious on the spot.

To destroy one's reputation is equivalent to cutting off one's own financial path. If Wu Lin hadn't been the son of the official, Lao Sun would have rushed forward with a knife.

Wu Lin pretended to take a piece of meat and tasted it, showing a satisfied look, looked around and finally fell on Lu Ting, shook his head and said, "It turns out that it is not the sour taste of meat, but the sour taste of poor taste, it is so smelly, it is so smelly."

Wu Lin knew the situation of the Lu family. In the past, Lu Ting had relied on his family to challenge him everywhere. Since the Lu family had an accident, his life has been getting worse day by day. I heard that he had to rely on pawnshops to make a living, but Lu Ting still couldn't put down his airs and wanted to save face and suffer.

Lu Ting seemed to have not heard it and said with concern: "Young Master Wu is taking supplements. The effect of mutton is average. Which one should be used to supplement the body is best to replenish the shape. It is best to get some tiger whip wine. If you really can't get it, it's better to get a donkey piece of goods than mutton."

With a concerned expression and ambiguous tone, Wu Lin could not help but talk about that matter in public, no matter how thick-skinned Wu Lin put down the soup bowl in his hand, and said with a pale face: "Lu Ting, you are a slave in the field, are you so naughty? You can help me fight me."

If you don’t slap someone in the face, and if you don’t reveal your shortcomings, Lu Ting yells about who he is not good every day, as if he is afraid that no one in Suzhou will know, Wu Lin is about to get angry.

"Just kidding, Brother Wu is a bright person, so he will definitely not care about it." Lu Ting leaned under the willow tree beside the mutton stall and said with a smile.

Is this surrender?

Will Lu Ting, a farmer, give in one day?

Before Wu Lin came back, Lu Ting suddenly shouted: "Old Sun, I'm old and my eyesight is gone. Didn't you see Mr. Wu's seasoning plate disappear? The last plate is good, and I'll make up my account."

While speaking, Lu Ting threw out two cents, one cent fell on the table with a "punch", and the other one fell on Wu Lin's shoulder.

"It's not good to be accurate, Brother Wu laughed." Seeing that Wu Lin's expression was a little unhappy, Lu Ting immediately added.

"Young Master Wu, this is the best seasoning, please use it slowly." Old Sun quickly sent a small plate of seasoning to Wu Lin's table.

Those who do business have nothing to do with money. You can do anything to pay. Two cents are a little less, and mosquito legs are still meaty no matter how small they are.

Wu Lin was a little angry at first, but when he saw Lu Ting saying soft words and paying for himself, he felt better suddenly and nodded and said, "You still know each other."

To be honest, the Wu family has two farms and more than ten shops on the outskirts of Suzhou. In addition, my father still has Feique, the official official of the Municipal Administration. Wu Lin really doesn't like the two cents, but he is just a mortal enemy who surrenders to him. This feeling is not something that can be bought for two cents.

Of course, being in a good mood does not mean that you will let Lu Ting go easily. Your old grievances have always been recorded in your notebook.

Lu Ting looked at it and soon frowned again: "How tired is it to eat mutton alone? Lao Suntou, are there any quintessential slices of Qujiang? Give Mr. Wu a bowl of good quintile slices of Qujiang. I'll make my account."

Old Sun said with some shame: "When Mr. Lu, Qujiang thin slices are the best tea, and only those big people in the mansion can enjoy it. The old man can't afford it. There is the newly released Huzhou purple bamboo tea this year, which only costs five cents a bowl, and many customers say it's OK..."
Chapter completed!