Chapter 2 (1/2)
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Chapter 2 Swindling Lee ChengFeng
The duo hid behind the bush and waited in anxiety, after the green light emitted and Lee ChengFeng can no longer feel the searching sight from the monk, only they dare to check out the road condition. Finally they confirmed there's no one on the road, only they sighed in relief: ”Let's go! That freaked me out!”
The fear was still lingering on Zhao XiaoBao: ”Shouldn't have talked bad about anyone behind them!”
Lee ChengFeng went blank: ”What did you say just now?”
Zhao XiaoBao quickly diverge the topic: ”Young master, how could we get back to Cheng An with all these stuff?”
Lee ChengFeng peered at the money on the carriage not far away from them, groaned: ”We can't bring all these! They are too big!” Come, let's hide the money in the cave and get them back after this critical period.”
Zhao XiaoBao quickly got onto his feet and helped Lee ChengFeng to hide the money in the secluded cave. Then, they moved the rocks to block the cave entrance, covered it up using rattans and weed; they removed the long robe, burnt and buried the ashes. They finally relieved after got into their new set of clothes.
Lee ChengFeng pat away the soil on his hands, said: ”Done! After this transaction, we're finally a little well-off.”
Zhao XiaoBao listened and looked at Lee ChengFeng in resentment but Lee ChengFeng was as if he didn't see it—he clapped and said: ”Let's go; now n.o.body can find the evidence!”
Zhao XiaoBao swept away the trails on the ground using a tree branch and then threw it afar. Depressed, he said: ”Young master, let's hurried back.”
Lee ChengFeng nodded; the two hopped on the carriage and drove towards Cheng An City.
After seventy to eighty Li of journey, the day turned dark. Lee ChengFeng pointed to the front, said: ”Shall we stop at the tavern in front?”
Zhao XiaoBao said: ”Young master, not traveling overnight?”
Lee ChengFeng slapped the back of his head: ”Nonsense, who travels overnight with an empty carriage? That conspicuousness would expose us!”
Zhao XiaoBao finally understood his young master's motive. He drove the carriage towards the Yue Lai Tavern where the ”liquor” flag hung high; Lee ChengFeng hopped off the carriage and strutted into the tavern, followed by Zhao XiaoBao who just tied the reins.
The two found a table in the inner part of the tavern, Lee ChengFeng shouted to order a Jin of beef, half jin of sorghum liquor and a plate of peanuts in old vinegar.
In a short while, the waiter served the food—it became very crowded in the tavern at the moment, all the tables were occupied; after the waiter served all the food on the table, he smiled: ”Bon appét.i.t! Just call me if you need anything.”
Lee ChengFeng tossed 2 coins over; the waiter caught it, thanked him in a big grin and left.
Seeing Lee ChengFeng giving the two coins without a second thought, Zhao XiaoBao pouted, feeling unfair.
After counting the coins, the waiter started to walk out but he b.u.mped into a person at the entrance—this man appeared suddenly out of nowhere that the waiter didn't get to steer away in time.
The man stretched his arms and caught the waiter. The waiter settled his sight on him—the man was short but he had a sharp, mean gaze, what's more terrifying is, he was wearing a grey long robe with three embroidered yellow line at the sleeves—the monk suit of Mount Sacred Clan.
The monk scanned the tavern with his relentless gaze, and then he took out a drawing, said: ”Have these two people came here before?”
The waiter looked at the drawing—an old man with long beard and a boor with stubble on the whole face. He recalled and shook his head.
The monk stared at him fiercely, ensuring he didn't lie. Then he released him and said: ”Give me two jin of yellow wine and three jin of beef!”
The waiter was terrified and went away hastily. The monk then started to ask table by table; Lee ChengFeng and Zhao XiaoBao were so frightened that they curled their bodies up into b.a.l.l.s; they dare not look up, keeping their heads down like quails hiding in their nests.
When the monk arrived at their table, he became skeptical seeing their behavior. He slammed the drawing on the table and ordered: ”Look up!”
Lee ChengFeng kept his head down, m.u.f.fled: ”I'm afraid my horrid appearance will scare you, great master!”
The monk was furious: ”Nonsense, look up!”
Lee ChengFeng slowly raised his head up; the monk got startled—Lee ChengFeng's face was full of pockmark, cross-eyed and two dashes of beard at his lips like a rat— as wretched as you could imagine.
The monk froze, but then shouted at Zhao XiaoBao: ”You! Raise your head!”
Zhao XiaoBao looked up, what the monk saw was a pair of squinting eyes and buckteeth—totally unbearably ugly.
The monk wasn't skeptical of them anymore, but he had done surveying the whole tavern so he took a seat at Lee ChengFeng's table.
Lee ChengFeng and Zhao XiaoBao secretly looked at each other, both crying bitterly within and looked down again.
Soon, the waiter served the food for the monk; the table was full—the monk started digging in with bare hands.
Lee ChengFeng and Zhao XiaoBao covered their face, gobbled up the liquor and meat on the table. As they finished eating, they looked at each other and stood up at once, ready to leave.
Just as they move, the monk stood up with a full stomach and said: ”Where's the toilet? Bring me there!”