Chapter 277 (1/2)

In the teahouse, there are string plucking people, storytellers, singers, and tea guests who are talking and shouting for tea and water. If ordinary people come to listen to it, it's probably a mess and they can't hear anything clearly. But Mo Chen and Xiao Dong are not ordinary people. They can hear these noisy mixed sounds, and each sound can be heard clearly.

The song of plucking Xianzi is to sigh at the third watch. The storyteller is telling a story about the war generals who attacked the city when the country was founded. Some of the tea guests were local people, and some of them were walking here. Their accent was mixed from north to south, which was very lively.

Xiaodong heart can not be used, often focus on listening to a voice, will ignore other sounds. But Mo Chen is different. He can hear everything he wants to hear and won't be confused.

There are all kinds of people in the teahouse. They sit downstairs without much money and love to be lively. They have some spare money and some status. Even at the door, there are poor people who have no money to come in and have a rest and drink two bowls of hot tea outside. These people have no money and no leisure to enter the teahouse for recreation, but they are still happy, talking loudly and frothing. They call themselves brothers regardless of whether the people around them know each other or not. However, as soon as the tea was finished, he went to his own place.

Xiaodong was peeling the skin of luohandou. Luohandou cooked to the heat, but the skin is too hard, he will eat back to twist off the skin.

Mo Chen compared a finger to him and motioned him to pay attention to the words of the idle men downstairs.

“…… Do you think it's strange? The road used to be the same. The delivery and transportation of grain were smooth. After the new year, I couldn't walk. After half a day, I found that I didn't move much, so I didn't dare to move forward. I just turned around and came back. Some people don't believe in evil. It's getting dark and they're still around there. Guess what

”How's it going?” the Joker asked

”It's gone.”

”Dead?”

Previously, the man lowered his voice and said, ”it's either dead or gone. Later, someone went to find it. They said that the goods were there, the cars were there, and even the horses were found not far away. They were all fine, but the people were gone. You can't see a person alive, you can't die without a corpse... ”

”Oh, hey, isn't this the legendary ghost hitting the wall?”

Xiaodong could hear clearly, but he didn't understand why the elder martial brother asked him to pay attention to what these people said. Nine out of ten out of ten of these wild and mountain talks are false. Many of them are false, and some are addicted to boasting. Only a small percentage may be true, but not all of them are ghosts.

”You can hear a lot from these people's words.” Mo Chen pointed out to him: ”the weather, local conditions and customs, as well as what they have seen and heard on the road, can identify a lot of useful information from it.”

”But These people like to brag. Can they believe what they say? ”

”Over time, we can tell which is true and which is false.” Mo Chen can teach his younger martial brother a lot of things, but some things need to accumulate experience, can not be taught, but also need to make their own sober judgment.

Finally, this is the most important point. Sitting in a teahouse for a moment, a monk with a little foundation and a little hearing and seeing can collect at least 100 pieces of news, large and small. If all these news are contained in his heart, his head must be a mess, and he can't get a clue at all. First of all, it is not clear what is useful and what is useless, but after a long time, you will know it clearly.

”Is it true that they said ghosts hit the wall?”

”Probably not.”