While Elder Hou and the other three were still harassing the "traditional Chinese virtues" by the river in the light rain, a prostitute/woman leaning against the strings of the boat. Seeing the three of them blushing faces and thick necks, roaring or pulling people into the woods to check for sexually transmitted diseases, she took a dumpling and wrapped it with lotus leaves. Zhang Bicheng on the other side of the shore smiled and said, "Hey, those foreign monks, I will give you a rice dumpling, you can pray for me."

Zhang Bicheng was stunned, not knowing what this meant, but Elder Hou laughed and shouted: "We are not monks, we cannot pray for you, we need you to repent..."

At this moment, a young man holding a spear bayonet in his hand ran to the shore panting and grabbed Elder Hou and shouted: "Where is Doctor Li, we have a guy who is injured! We need him to go and see!"

Five minutes later, Dr. Li and Zhang Bicheng, who was carrying the doctor's box, followed the young man to a few old houses on the shore that seemed to be unfallen. Several strong men in the yard kicked a man who had been stripped of clothes in the mud with anger on his face. The room in the yard was filled with people from the opium hall, and a young man was gasping and moaning on the table. A dagger was inserted into his thigh, and blood was flowing all over Western-style pants, leaving only the hilt exposed; Ou Xingsun and the others were watching from the side.

"Ah, Doctor Li, we guys were stabbed when we caught someone!" The one who rushed up was Li Meng with a loud voice.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll check it and cut his pants open!" Dr. Li inspected the patient while directing Zhang Bicheng to open the medical box and take out the knife, gauze, medicine, needlework and other items.

Ou Xingsun, who was standing next to him, pinching a silver dollar with two fingers and playing around, looking indifferent. He looked at Li Meng and Zhong Erzai who were yelling anxiously beside him, and he asked, "Old Li, Master Zhong, I remember you didn't quit the opium hall, why are you here again today?"

"I am also from the Opium Museum." Li Meng smiled and said, "There is a shortage of staff in the museum today."

"How is it, your congressman? What is yours for?" Ou Xingsun asked with a smile.

"Hey, who knows? It's just the meaning of the above." Li Meng shook his head.

Several managers in the Opium House there have asked Dr. Li. Although the injured guy seemed to be terrible, he was lucky. He did not hurt the large blood vessels or the nerves. He was just a skin injury. Dr. Li thought the treatment was quite easy.

Everyone was relieved to hear what Dr. Li said.

After letting out a breath, Li Meng turned around and grabbed a spear under his command. He rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the young man kneeling in the yard.

"Okay, your mother, little thief! Not only do you traffic in smuggling cigarettes, but you dare to hurt us?!" Li Meng roared suddenly in the rain, then turned his head and ordered his men: "Press his right hand on this stone slab!"

Immediately, a group of tiger-like subordinates rushed up, pressing the young man into the mud, then pulling his arms out, and pressing one hand on the stone slab like a chicken to be slaughtered.

"Doctor Li, what do you think they are doing?" Zhang Bicheng, who was an assistant next to him, patted Dr. Li, whose chest was covered with blood, and asked him to turn around.

Dr. Li only took a look, then turned around and continued the surgery and bandage, saying, "Is their lynching?"

Zhang Bicheng looked at Li Meng in the rain with some shock, jumping his foot and roaring, while raising his spear high, and then smashing the butt on the hand hard. With just a moment, a non-human howl and the sound of bone shattering sounded in the rain.

Then there was the second and third blow until the stone slabs in the yard were covered with blood foam filled with rain.

Ou Xingsun asked Zhong Erzai for a cigar and looked at the blood flowing in the rain, turned his head and asked an elder, "What kind of private cigarettes are he trafficking?"

However, the shopkeeper of the opium restaurant he asked did not answer, but took out a piece of the seized spoils and handed them to Zhong Erzai, and said with a smile: "Take the test of Brother Zhong. Even if you want to go to Western School to donate officials, don't forget your business, haha."

Zhong Erzai took the tobacco cake as big as a palm, looked at the shape of a pillow that was large at the two ends and thin in the middle, sniffed it with his nose, and said, "The earthy cigarette produced in Sichuan."

"Very good!" The shopkeeper of the Opium Pavilion curled his lips in surprise and praised.

Ou Xingsun spit out a cigarette ring, stretched his head and looked at the cigarette cake in Zhong Erzai's hand, and asked, "Didn't you make a fuss about Yunyan some time ago? Why did this become Sichuan Yan?"

Zhong Erzai explained: "Yunyan is round, and Sichuanyan is the shape of a pillow. Sichuanyan has just been out for a year, but unexpectedly it has been smuggled."

"Yes, you sell Indian Ocean cigarettes, and there are always competitors," Ou Xingsun smiled and said, "But I personally like local cigarettes, which are softer and not overwhelming."

The shopkeeper of the Opium Pavilion snorted angrily: "Do you like turtle cigarettes? That's the traitor! Do you know how much money is stolen from the things that the Qing Dynasty grows themselves?"

Ou Xingsun was stunned, pulled out a cigar from his mouth and shouted, "Hey, Mr. Zhang, why do I sell the country? We can also grow local tobacco in the Song Dynasty. It is saved. Your foreign medicine commerce will just say that it is just a distributor of foreign tobacco? It is not as profitable as that of the producers."

The shopkeeper of the Opium Pavilion sighed and said, "Do you think we don't want to produce and sell ourselves? Will the emperor agree? Will the British in Qin agree? The emperor has long said: Opium can only be imported, and whoever dares to plant it will destroy the nine clans. So we...we, alas, fuck, the group of trash in the Qing Dynasty will not be smoked by ourselves, but now they have planted it themselves, poisoning our compatriots! If you poison the Qing people, poison it. You will also smuggle to the Song Dynasty! Is this still human nature? Is there any shame? We want to destroy the nine clans of tobacco and beasts in the Qing Dynasty!!!"

After hearing the shopkeeper's angry shout, Ou Xingsun shook his head and asked, "You experts tell me, why can this opium grow anywhere? Isn't it grown from foreigners? How can even grow everywhere in China?"

Before the people from the Opium Pavilion could speak, Dr. Li, who had the surgery there, turned his head and said, "This is a Satanic plant that can bring poisonous flowers all over the world."

The room was silent. After a few seconds, everyone started to laugh. Zhong Erzai took this opportunity to put a piece of foreign cigarette cake in Ou Xingsun's trouser pocket. After touching the size and weight of the cigarette cake, Ou Xingsun suddenly changed from echoing Dr. Li's smile to laugh.

At this moment, the elder hurriedly ran back, and he was a little panicked when he stumbled. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw so many people blocking it, and he shouted: "Who can swim?"

Many people in the house will do it because Longchuan is right by the river, but most of them are thugs and men, so no one is talking, but they look at each other; and most of the wealthy people in the house cannot swim: Chinese people, let alone rich people, even if there is a poor man, it is a treasure. Who dares to let their first son swim in the river unscrupulously? What should they do if they drown? The rich people often want their son to receive the best Confucian education: the four bodies are not diligent and the five grains are not divided, which is the standard of a noble Confucian man. Why are you doing nothing to swim? Then you have to take off your clothes and naked body? Too uneducated! Too much lack of prospects!

Therefore, most of the rich people can’t swim, and those who know how to swim have been rich and well-behaved for so many years. The fingernails are one foot long. Even if they did when they were young, they would have forgotten them long ago. Who dares to jump into the Dongjiang River for nothing?

Therefore, although Elder Hou was anxious, the yard was silent and no one was involved.

"Someone fell into the water! Who can swim?" Seeing that everyone was silent, Elder Hou stomped his feet suddenly and shouted to Zhang Bicheng: "Brother Zhang, aren't you from the rowing team of the Yanghanlin Academy? Can you swim? Come with me to save people!"

Because Elder Hou was too anxious to speak, Zhang Bicheng was just concentrating on threading the needle and sewing the wound. He didn't hear anything Elder Hou said. At this moment, he finally understood the words "save people" and "swimming". He immediately put down the needle and thread and was about to run out, but he remembered that he was working as a nurse, and he looked at Dr. Li.

Dr. Li nodded, took the needle and thread from him, and said, "I will do this job, you can go quickly!"

Zhang Bicheng nodded and ran out with Elder Hou.

Li Meng entered the house with a blood-filled spear, touched the rainwater on his forehead, looked at Dr. Li who bowed his head to treat his own people, and said in admiration: "I didn't expect that our Presbyterian Church not only works as a doctor, but now we are a foreigner who knows how to use water. The Presbyterian Church has even done the job of catching people, right?"

"It's done. If a floating corpse rushes into the dock, wouldn't we still want to find us? I'll be so annoying then!" Ou Xingsun smiled, then looked at Dr. Li, who was covered in blood in the front, and was hunching his waist and meticulously sewing the wound, with a rare shame flashing across his face, and he quickly said seriously: "Thank you Jesus!"

But Dr. Li was too busy and didn't hear what he was saying.

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It turned out that after Dr. Li and Zhang Bicheng were invited to treat the injured opium guild thugs, Elder Hou insisted on fighting by the river alone. Just as he was shouting, a small sampan came over the group of ships, and someone pointed at Elder Hou and shouted: "It's him! It's him!"

Elder Hou looked around and saw that the boat was very small, so when the three big men squeezed at the bow and stared at him, the boatman with the stern of the boat seemed to be raising the boat in the air in a two-story building. The three big men were all young men of seventeen or eighteen years old, and they all took off their shirts, revealing their colorful tattoos. The front one was picking up a sharp machete in his hand and shouted: "Is it just you who smashed my house?"

Seeing this posture, Elder Hou immediately became weak and retreated in a hurry.

Seeing the priest being frightened, the boat owners and people on the shore shouted ok, and pointed their fingers at Elder Hou who was retreating in a hurry. The boats opened one after another to make a passage for the murderous ship.

Seeing this scene in your eyes, you hear the noise of the spectators around you. The boy at the bow of the boat was even more imposing. He almost jumped at the bow and pointed at Elder Hou with a knife and shouted: "Little thief! Let you know today that Mr. Shisanlang Heyuan is so powerful!"

This young man is the parent-child of the troupe boss, which is what he calls watching the scene.

Because he was born on the thirteenth day of the lunar calendar, he felt that he was domineering, so he gave himself the "Stage Name of Jianghu" by Heyuan Thirteen Lang. Little hooligans usually have these inexplicable stage names.

However, the boss of the troupe runs a small troupe. He usually spends most of his time farming and doing business. He will only find those guys when he encounters holidays and celebrations, and then hire some people to sing some vulgar things to earn some pork money.

In a word, his family is very poor and cannot give children the right education, and they also spoil their only son and are reluctant to discipline them. In this way, his son does not have the morals obtained from many books, and is led by his friends and does not follow the right path. He just wants to be a well-known gangster in Huizhou Prefecture - this is the dream of many lower-class boys;

Therefore, although my son was nominally watching the show, he was not an employee, but a scammer. Yesterday, he saw his father performing well. After picking out a few dollars from the audience's bounty, he couldn't help it. He stole the money at night and didn't say goodbye in the morning and went to the upstream to have a drink.

It was not until he heard that something happened to his father in the venue that he was drunk and hugged several brothers back. On the way, many boatmen told him the specific information: it was basically that the foreign monks broke the venue, and his father was beaten to death by the official officer.

This made him even more angry. He repeatedly chopped the side of the ship with his knife, and felt distressed that the owner of the ship behind him was holding the pole and shouted: "Brother Thirteenth, don't let me vent my boat."

Of course, he would not have the courage to attack the official officer. However, the news he heard was that his father beat the foreign scholar, so he was beaten by the official officer. So he came back with great momentum this time not to find the place, but to retaliate against the person who caused trouble.

The people on the shore and by the water were afraid that the world would be in chaos. Seeing this little hooligan coming back, they pointed out the troublemaker Elder Hou to him and laughed and cheered. They all thought that today was so exciting, and how many fights I watched.

"Don't lose your old man/mother! Don't run away!" Shisanlang saw at the bow of the boat that Elder Hou had already planned to turn his head and ran away. He was so angry that he pointed at the other party at the bow of the boat and shouted, urging the boatman to hurry up.

Elder Hou would not wait to be chopped. He hurriedly pushed away the crowd of onlookers who gathered again and wanted to escape, but he didn't know who was shameless, so he stretched out his foot and tripped him up. Amid the laughter of the surrounding crowds, he hugged a gospel leaflet and got up in a mess from the mud and water, and wanted to continue running to the shore.

But before he could pull out the foot behind him from the mud, he heard a burst of exclamation from behind, and someone shouted: "Brother Thirteenth has fallen into the water!"

It turned out that Brother Thirteen was too excited just now. As the river bank was getting closer, he couldn't help but jump and stomp on the bow of the boat with a knife, trying to show his majesty, as violent as a Chihuahua, but he was drunk, and accidentally fell into the river in front of his two younger brothers.

Since Shisanlang made up his mind to be a big hooligan, he still knows how to swim, but he just drank too much, and accidentally tripped and fell into the water. He had cramped his legs and feet without struggling a few times. In panic, Jiangshui drank a lot and became a drowning person.

Elder Hou stopped his escape and stood on tiptoe and looked into the water dozens of meters away. He saw that Shisanlang sank and float in the water. Five seconds later, he began to yell as his head struggled out of the water: "Help."

"Haha!" The dense boats on the shore and in the water threw away the embarrassing Elder Hou, watching Shisanlang who was struggling in the water, and smiled knowingly from time to time.

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Elder Hou turned around and rushed back to the shore until his knees were trapped in the water. He shouted at the small boat carrying Shisanlang that was now hovering around Shisanlang: "He fell into the water, why don't you save him?"

The two tattooed teenagers who followed Shisanlang lost their domineering attitude at this moment. They looked at each other in shock. One sat on the bow of the boat and shouted, "I can't swim!" The other simply lay in the middle of the boat and shouted, "I've been seasick for a long time!"

Elder Hou was stunned for a while with the laughter of everyone, then pointed at the boatman of Shisanlang's boat and shouted: "Brother Boatman, you can hold a boat, can you go and save him, okay?"

The boatman was stunned for a moment and shouted, "I can't even water!"

He is making a living by the river, and there is still a boat supporting him, claiming that he can’t water?

This is a lie in broad daylight! Everyone laughed again, and someone shouted: "Pi Lao San, you are there, haha!"

Elder Hou saw Shisanlang flapping in the river, and he stretched out his hand and shouted to the boatman: "Even if you can't swim, can you extend the bamboo pole to him? He is right next to your boat, and you can climb up!"

The Pi Lao San spat and pointed at Elder Hou and shouted: "Don't you talk nonsense, you pastor? The undead water ghosts in the river drowned dozens of substitutes every year. If I save people, I will offend those water ghosts! What should I do if I pester me? I won't save them! It's so bad that he is not bad!"

"Yes, Elder Hou, if he saves people, the water ghost will look for him. People drowned in the river cannot be saved." Someone next to him knew Elder Hou and was very kind to explain to him.

Seeing that Shisanlang's head was getting shorter and shorter, Elder Hou jumped in the river and shouted, "I am the pastor, I am the one who exorcized ghosts! I ordered the water ghosts in the river to scatter in the name of Jesus Christ!" Then he raised his head and shouted to the boat that was just a few steps away from Shisanlang, "I exorcized ghosts! I am not afraid of ghosts, please go and save people, right?"

The boatman was stunned for a while, laughed, and shouted to Elder Hou Yaoyao: "You can save people, give me fifty yuan!"

"What? Fifty yuan?" Elder Hou was shocked and then shouted: "So what if you save his life? He will suffocate at your feet!"

"I don't care! Give me fifty yuan!" the boatman shouted proudly.

Elder Hou thought about it and scattered the gospel leaflet in his hand, which filled the water surface. He trembled into his pocket to find money, took it out, he counted it, and then reached into his pocket to take it out.

"I only have fourteen yuan, please save him, okay?" Elder Hou raised the banknotes and a pile of coins in his hand to the boat.

"Too few!" The boatman named Pi Lao San curled his lips disdainfully and shouted: "Aren't you from a foreign sect? Are you not very rich in foreign sects? Do you don't have pocket watches and rings?"

"I am a poor preacher! There is no such thing as pocket watch!" Elder Hou jumped in the river and shouted in anger.

"I'm sorry! Unless you raise money for me!" Pi Laosan ignored Elder Hou and sat cross-legged at the stern of the boat, lit a bag of cigarettes, and a guy who "can't water" and "seasy" on the boat, the three of them quietly watched Shisanlang who was struggling in the water at his feet.

"Damn!" Elder Hou cursed a rare slander, turned around and ran wildly into the village on the shore, where there might be people who can swim.

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A moment later, in front of the crowded spectators on the shore, Elder Hou led Zhang Bicheng back with Zhang Bicheng.

Zhang Bicheng already understood what he was going to do. He ran away while taking off his clothes, which aroused the huge laughter of everyone on the shore. When he ran to the river, the Cambridge boatman Zhang Bicheng jumped into the river like a fish, and his long fake braid drew a graceful arc. After a while, Zhang Bicheng rushed out of the water and swam straight towards the ripples that Shisanlang had just seen that he had exposed his head for the last time.

Seeing that the foreign priest not only did not get him money, he brought him back to smash the ground. Moreover, the man seemed to be very watery and swam straight towards the person who fell into the water. The boss of the boat, Big Pi Lao San, who was sitting at the stern, was muttering swear words in his mouth, threw the cigarette pipe in his hand, and stretched the pole as if he was using his fingers. The boat crossed the only way for Zhang Bicheng and Shisanlang.
To be continued...