is. The maid called Little Tea replied respectfully and then retreated. She must have gone to convey the man's orders. When he looked at the pavilion again, the golden-robed man had already disappeared.
On the busy road, an old woman was carrying a five-year-old girl as she staggered forward.
The little girl had two sky-piercing earrings on her head. Her rose-red jacket was embroidered with snow-white plum blossoms. She wore a blue pleated long dress, and the accessories hanging at her waist jingled with the steps of the old lady. Her face was red, as lovely and alluring as a ripe apple. Probably due to the rush, the little girl's hair was still stained with some dust. The delicate skin on her face was also dry from the wind, with some fine cracks.
The old woman's wrinkled face looked very tired. She frowned and panted. The dark-colored shirt and trousers were covered in dust, and the green canvas shoes on her feet could no longer be seen. She tightened her grip on the little girl on her back and tried her best to make her sleep more comfortably. She licked her dry lips and looked at the seemingly endless official road with her turbid eyes. She panted and continued to move forward.
No one paid attention to these two people because there was nothing worth paying attention to about them. They were too ordinary!
In the evening, the sun was setting in the west. In a small town a hundred miles away, the old woman appeared at the entrance of the only inn in the town with the little girl on her back. She looked up at the inn's signboard and looked around before walking into the inn.
When the old lady entered, no one came to greet her. The waiter in the shop felt that she was just an old woman and did not need to be too polite to her. The old granny sighed, sighing in her heart that the world was declining.
Helplessly, he walked to the counter and held the little girl in one hand. With the other hand, he took out a few pieces of silver and placed them on the counter with trembling hands. He said to the waiter guarding the counter, Young man, get me a superior room.
The shop assistant who was dozing off at the counter opened his sleepy eyes and glanced at the old woman. He took out a wooden token from the counter and handed it to the old woman. He shouted at the shop assistant, Yaode, bring this old lady to the Heavenly Room!
Immediately, a young shop assistant replied loudly, Sigh! Come on! The waiter dragged out his long voice, which sounded crisp and melodious, especially pleasant to the ear.
At this moment, there were two or three people eating in the restaurant. This was the only waiter in the entire restaurant. Come with me! The waiter said.
The old lady followed the waiter upstairs silently. When she reached the door of the Heaven Room, she looked at the door plate and asked casually, Is there hot water in the shop?
The shop assistant immediately returned to normal and replied, It's burning. Why don't you wait?
The old lady's finger gently knocked on the wooden token three times, exactly three times.
Number Three-Silver Fox! The waiter shouted in his heart. This was the secret code! The secret code of the organization!
Bring it up when it's done! The old granny looked at the shop assistant's disdainful face and nodded with slight satisfaction. She used a secret technique to transmit her voice. Prepare a carriage and rations for me, and park the carriage in the backyard.
The waiter wiped his hands with the towel on his shoulder. He wiped his left hand three times and his right hand three times before throwing the towel back onto his shoulder. Then just you wait! I'll bring it up to you when it's done. Without waiting for the old lady to answer, he went downstairs.
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