The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 96 Delayed
Huguang Province, Baoqing Prefecture.

Li Miao and Yongjie stepped into the city gate.

At this time, Yongjie's hands were already wrapped in bandages, his left hand was hanging in front of his chest, he walked with a limp, and his body was covered with wounds. If it weren't for his strong internal strength and solid foundation, he would probably have been unable to walk.

The soldier guarding the gate asked him a few more questions when he saw his miserable state, but Li Miao stuffed some money into his pocket and evaded the question.

It has been more than half a month since the two met.

The two of them had become quite familiar with each other. Li Miao smiled and said to Yong Jie, "Master, are you hungry?"

Yongjie touched his belly: "A little bit."

Li Miao nodded: "If Master hadn't come here to do something, we should have gone to the city ahead to rest."

Yongjie apologized and Li Miao waved his hand to indicate that he was just saying it casually.

The two of them went to a tavern, ordered some dishes, and started eating.

After having a good meal and a good drink, Li Miao played with his wine glass and said to Yong Jie, "Master, don't you want to take a break today?"

"You have lost too much blood and energy. No matter how strong your true energy is or how high your martial arts skills are, you can't withstand such torture."

"If I don't slow down a bit, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on any longer."

Yongjie smiled bitterly and said to Li Miao: "Thank you for your concern, I still have things to do and will not commit suicide."

"It's just that the monk has been dragging on with these debts for too long. Now, this is the last one in Huguang Province."

"It would be good if we could return it one day earlier."

"It's up to you." Li Miao said. He just mentioned it, not forcing Yongjie to change his mind.

Anyway, as long as he is around, Yongjie will never die.

The two men sat down to digest their food, then got up and went to the street.

Yongjie stopped a passerby and bowed: "Thank you, benefactor."

He was tall and sturdy, with a rough face and a bald head, and looked fierce and evil.

The man was suddenly stopped by him and couldn't help but feel scared. It was not until he heard Yongjie's words that he felt better.

Looking at Yongjie's bald head, he thought, "Where did this monk come from? He looks so fierce, can he change fate?"

He smiled and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

"Excuse me, there was a Huiyou Escort Agency in Baoqing Prefecture more than ten years ago. Is it still in existence now?"

"Huiyou Escort Agency..." The man thought for a moment and said, "Oh, it's the one owned by Hero Song, right?"

"They have dispersed a long time ago! However, his family is still here, and now his son-in-law has opened a small escort agency right in front."

He pointed and said, "Here, turn left in front. There's a flag hanging on the door. It's the Baoqing Escort Agency."

"Thank you, donor."

Yongjie thanked him and walked in the direction the man pointed, and Li Miao followed behind.

We didn’t walk far before we arrived at the entrance of Baoqing Escort Agency.

The door was open. Yongjie went forward and knocked on the doorknob, shouting loudly, "Excuse me, is anyone there?"

"I'm coming."

Then he heard a response from inside, and a man in his thirties came out and asked with a smile: "Do you have a dart?"

Yongjie shook his head: "No, I'm here to pay off my debt."

"Pay off the debt?"

When the man heard this, he looked Yongjie up and down, and said with a smile: "You must have come to the wrong door. My family has never lent money to anyone, and I don't know you."

"What is the name of your creditor? My family has been in Baoqing Prefecture for many years, and everyone in the village knows me. It would be no problem for me to show you the way."

Yongjie stepped forward, put his hands together and bowed.

"Excuse me, do you recognize the hero Song Yanchao?"

"what?"

The man was stunned. "It is my father-in-law... Your Excellency, no, Master, is he here to see you?"

"That's right. The monk owed a debt to Mr. Song many years ago, and he is here to repay it."

The man forced a smile.

"Master is a little late."

"My Lord Taishan passed away years ago."

"If Master Taishan hadn't passed away, my family wouldn't have fallen to the point of relying on such a small escort agency to make a living."

Yongjie sighed.

"Is that so... May I ask if the donor's wife is here? Can she see the monk?"

"I have to pay this debt to her personally."

There is nothing wrong with it for men.

Ever since his father-in-law passed away, he had lost his martial arts skills and his wife had not learned martial arts either. The two of them were unable to take over the Huiyou Escort Agency, and gradually the business fell apart.

Right now, they only rely on this small escort company to make ends meet, and their lives are very tight. Yongjie inexplicably wants to pay back the debt, no matter how much, at least it can allow the two of them to have a few days of relaxation.

The man invited Yongjie and Li Miao into the living room, poured them some tea, and then turned to look for his wife.

Li Miao took a sip of the tea and found it rough and hard to swallow, which also showed that the family was living in poverty.

When running a business, the most important thing is the appearance. If you can't even afford to buy tea to entertain guests, it means that the family's business is really going to fail.

Putting down the teacup, Li Miao turned to look at Yong Jie: "Master, what do you owe me this time?"

"Don't worry about your neck. You wouldn't have survived your last injury without me watching over you. You may not be able to withstand another blow."

"No."

Yongjie hung his left hand around his neck and raised his right hand to signal.

"It's here. I'm missing a tendon."

"Oh." Li Miao nodded and asked again.

"Speaking of which, Master Xingchi, do you know that you torture yourself like this?"

"With Master's martial arts skills, Shaolin wouldn't want you to treat yourself like this, right?"

Master Xingchi, the current Shaolin master, is over 90 years old and a top master. He is the master of Yongjie.

This person is one of the few people that Li Miao respects in this world. Otherwise, with Li Miao's mouth, ordinary people really can't get a single respectful title from him.

Master Xingchi is a true monk.

Not just about martial arts, but also about virtue.

When a great disaster hit Fujian, it stretched for hundreds of miles and displaced the people. It was this Master Xingchi who opened the temple gate and led the people into the temple to escape the disaster.

The disaster lasted for several months, and many people became pregnant here.

It is not easy to find a midwife during a disaster.

Master Xing Chi broke all the rules and regulations, relying on his martial arts skills, blindfolded himself, and personally delivered the babies for these women, his hands covered in blood.

Many villains in the underworld at the time made fun of this incident and made up a lot of dirty jokes. But Xing Chi didn't care at all and continued to do his job and save people.

Later, food gradually became insufficient, and the mothers suffered from deficiency of qi and blood after giving birth, and had nothing to replenish their body.

Master Xing Chi used his true energy to warm them one by one.

He was already a top master at that time, but he actually exhausted his inner energy, damaged his foundation, and left hidden injuries, and he never made any progress in martial arts for the rest of his life.

In fact, with his qualifications, he had a hope of reaching the top.

When the disaster was over, exactly 108 babies were born in Shaolin Temple.

In order to express their gratitude to Master Xingchi, the families of the 108 children used their babies' swaddling clothes to make a patchwork coat and presented it to Master Xingchi.

And this is just one of the good deeds Xingchi did in his life.

(End of this chapter)