Looking over, I saw that there was no one near Zhouji Inn. The inn had closed the door and the board, and seals were posted on the door and windows, and there was a large seal from the governor's mansion. It was obvious that Zheng Conghu had taken action.

Wang Anran couldn't help but sigh. It's good to be in politics these days. When an official said that the store was closed, the store was closed. After the store was closed, it was reasonable. Zhou Bapi probably was confused and bullied for the rest of his life. This time it was his turn to taste the feeling of being bullied.

Walking to the front of the inn, Wang Anran got off the horse, carried the bunny down, and let her play. He walked to the door and looked inside through the crack of the door.

The place inside the store is quite wide, with Hu beds on the ground, which accounts for two-thirds of the entire store. There are short-legged tables on the bed. Where there are no Hu beds, there are blue brick floors, and there are many Hu stools scattered in a mess on the floor. There is a simple counter built on the other side against the wall. Behind the counter is a shelf with wine jars, but there is no jar of wine on it. It is estimated that when the store is closed, they were taken away by the officers and soldiers.

Wang Anran thought to himself: "Just looking at the cafeteria in front, it can be at least thirty or forty people. It cannot be considered large, but it cannot be considered small. Look at what the backyard looks like. Isn't this an inn? Then there should be guest rooms."

He walked along the yard wall to the backyard and saw a small door in the backyard, which was a wooden door, and there was a seal on it. It seemed that the officers and soldiers were very careful in doing things, so they would stick it up as long as it was the door. The yard wall was not high and could not walk on the door. I wanted to go in and take a look, so I might as well climb over the wall!

Wang Anran was good at it. He suddenly climbed over the wall and jumped into the yard! Before he could start to observe, he heard Tubao shouting outside: "Young Master, are there any chickens in the yard?"

When I looked back, I saw that Rabbit was holding the wall with both hands. Because she was too small, she only had her eyes exposed, and her two trumpet braids soared into the sky, looking a bit like a little rabbit.

"What chicken?" Wang Anran said in confusion.

Tubao said naturally: "Don't you just jump into someone else's yard to steal a chicken? Don't worry, I'll let you go!" Her mouth was under the wall, and in order to let Wang Anran hear it, she had to speak loudly.

Wang Anranqi said, "Are you letting go or attracting wind? You are not afraid of attracting people. You can't watch this matter!" After saying that, he glanced at the yard and found that there was really a chicken coop, and a small vegetable garden. In addition, there was a two-row room on the left and right side to side.

He turned around and smiled, "There is really a chicken coop, but there are probably no chickens inside."

The inn was sealed, and how could those officers and soldiers, who were like wolves and tigers, leave before leaving? If you have this idea, you look down on the officers and soldiers' serious and responsible attitude towards work. This is wrong.

"Then touch two eggs for me... well, three!" Tubao said loudly. She had no psychological burden for Wang Anran's chicken stealing. If she could climb over the wall, she would have to rush forward to Wang Anran and rushed towards the chicken coop.

Wang Anran really went to the chicken coop and found that there were not only no chickens, but also no eggs. This time, he understood the enthusiasm of the officers and soldiers. He was responsible for his work and never was lazy. The chickens and chicken children must be confiscated and he would never let a bad person go, including bad chickens and eggs!

He ignored the chicken and walked towards the two rows of guest rooms. There were also seals on the doors of the guest rooms, but there were no seals on the windows. It might be that the seals were not enough. Open the window and he looked inside.

I saw that the guest rooms were not small and small, but large bunk beds, with Hu beds on the ground, and Hu beds directly through the north and south walls. The advantage of this kind of large bunk bed is that they can sleep more guests on it. For example, if you build a small room, there can only be four or five rooms, and at most ten people can live in it. But if you don’t build a small room and change it to a small bed, you can live in twenty or thirty people. But if you are a large bunk bed that runs to the end, you can live for forty or fifty people, and even squeeze in a few more.

However, if there are female customers, it will be inconvenient and you have to squeeze together with male customers. Therefore, Datong Shop is a typical example for poor people to live in, and rich people will not live in.

Wang Anran walked to the guest room under the other wall and found that it was also the same big shop. It seemed that the inn opened by Zhou Papi was mainly aimed at the poor, and the poor were sensitive to the store money. If Zhou Papi set the price higher, there would be fewer customers and he would have to be called too bad and too shabby.

After closing the window, Wang Anran was about to go to the kitchen to take a look when suddenly the bunny outside the yard shouted: "Don't come over, if you go further, I will shout... Help!"

Wang Anran was shocked. Could it be that a bad guy came and wanted to take advantage of the bunny? He quickly ran to the wall and looked out, and immediately grinned. Are you wrong? Bunny, you are too worthy!

I saw that Tubao picked up a stick from somewhere and held it in his hand and kept waving it. The object of the stick was a monk!

While taking the stick, Tubao shouted, "I told you not to come over, but I dare to come over. I don't want to hit you! Fight, beat, beat... Help, help!"

The little girl has a very feminine demeanor. She pointed the stick in her hand and hit the east, but she still hit the west. She neither pointed the wrong direction nor the wrong direction. I guess even if the stick monk who had practiced kung fu for decades came in Shaolin Temple, she would have to accept the disadvantage when she saw her so powerful.

Majestic, murderous intent, Mulan, Dugu Qiubai...

The monk was beaten to the point of running away with his head. A series of red envelopes were beaten on Guangguang's head, and there were small bags on the big bag. Buddhism says: "He was a wake-up call, and there is also a saying: I heard from the enlightenment. Today, this monk has experienced both of them. He was greeted by the little girl with a stick, and shouted, and the stick hit him on the top of his head!

The monk was so dazed that he wanted to escape, but the little girl refused to let go. If the enemy wanted to escape, he must chase after him bravely and completely eliminate the enemy under the stick. The bunny chased with the stick and continued to shout!

Wang Anran shouted: "I said, "Bunny, you hit someone, what's your name to help me?" Hey, be gentle, don't beat him to death!"

Then Tubao stopped chasing with breath, carried the wooden stick in his hand to his shoulder, clamped the joy of victory, and without even wiping the sweat, he returned to the wall and said proudly: "Young Master, I'll let the wind go well, no one can come over, have you touched the egg?"

Wang Anran couldn't dispel her enthusiasm, so she had to say, "Okay, okay, you let the wind go so well. If I let you let the wind go, it would be like letting out a lunatic. Are you going to kill someone, are you?" He jumped out of the wall again.

Bunny said, "Murder? No, he is not dead yet. Look, he will still cry!"

The two looked at the monk together and saw that it was a little monk, a little smaller than the rabbit. No wonder the rabbit was so dumb and could beat him and escape. Dangqing'er was a child who bullied the younger one!

This little monk was wearing a gray monk's robe and looked like he was probably able to see it just now, but now he couldn't see it. His nose was bruised and his nose was bleeding, and his head was covered with bags. If he was a character in "Journey to the West", he would definitely be the third brother of King Jin Horn and King Silver Horn, the Red Horn!

The little monk hugged his head and cried, "You, you steal other people's things and beat me... Beat me, I want to tell my master to go!" As he said that, he cried and ran to the Jinguang Temple.

Tubao pointed at the little monk and said to Wang Anran: "Look, I'm right, he still cries, so he was not beaten to death!"

If you beat the little monk like that, how can you not cry? How much hurt! Wang Anran sighed and said to her: "I originally wanted to discuss a business with the Zen masters in the temple to let them see me, but now I can't talk to them!"

Tubao just went wild, beating the little monk and causing him to escape. It was an unconventional state, and it was replaced by a regular state, which was cute. She said cutely: "Why can't you talk to them? Why can't you let them see your methods?"

Wang Anranqi said: "Because they have seen your methods, my methods are useless!"

Tubao said oh, and thought about it, it seemed that he wanted to apologize. Wang Anran was waiting for her to apologize. The little girl film was too much. It seemed that she beat the little monk and went to complain. This time, she must not forgive her easily. She went home to punish her for copying her name a hundred times, and she was not allowed to write it with two pens!

Tu Ding finally opened his mouth and said, "Then do we still eat sugar water eggs?" He was not apologizing, but he was still thinking about sugar water eggs at this time. This is determined by cute attributes, and it is not an external force, so it is changed.

After losing, Wang Anran admitted that the Wang family's education was very failed. Now it is too late to educate. He could only say: "Depending on the situation, eat if the situation is good. If the situation is bad..."

"Young Master, come home and make it for me!" Tubao made it for him.

"Okay, that's all!" Wang Anran said: "Let's go to the temple to take a look. Don't wait for the monk to come out to argue with us. You must take the initiative to apologize to others. Only in this way can we be polite. We should be polite. We should be polite, not bully others, nor take advantage of others..."

"You can't take advantage of the monk!" Tubao is a good student.

The two of them turned to the front yard, took the horse, and walked towards the temple gate. As soon as they reached the temple gate, they had not yet climbed the steps, and saw the temple gate creakingly opened. Two monks walked out of it, one was the young monk who was beaten unrecognizable by the rabbit treasure, and the other was a young monk in his twenties.

The young monk is quite tall, one head taller than Wang Anran, with long arms and a great husband. It's a pity that he doesn't wear a hat and has incense scars on his head. Otherwise, with his appearance, walking on the streets of the city, he must be watched by women, and he is even more loved by the ladies.

Wang Anran took a step back and pulled the rabbit behind him, thinking: "Looking at the appearance of this monk, he should be very good at fighting. He might not come from Shaolin Temple. If he is a Shaolin stick monk, don't talk about the comb. Take the rabbit to run away quickly. At worst, you can change the house to talk about the comb!"

The young monk was not a Shaolin stick monk, and he didn't hold a stick in his hand. When he saw Wang Anran and Tubao under the steps, he was stunned at first, but then a little confused. He seemed very shy when he looked, but he didn't immediately hold Wang Anran and argue with him.

When the little monk saw the rabbit, he was so scared that he hid behind the young monk and shouted: "Master, it was her who beat me, she wanted to beat me to death!"

Tubao shouted with confidence: "Nonsense, I didn't want to beat you to death? Didn't I call for help? I just called for you!"

Wang Anran said to the young monk: "Do you dare to ask the Zen master is a monk in this Golden Light Temple?"

The young monk nodded, opened his mouth, and did not speak immediately. He let go of the little monk's hand, put his palms together, and bent over to Wang Anran first, then said: "I am the host of this Jinguang Temple, and the Dharma name is Zhishan."

Wang Anran was slightly stunned and said strangely: "You are the host here? Why are you so young?"

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