Liu Ci was carrying a roll of straw mat, with a dozen pairs of straw sandals dangling in front of the mat. He was wearing a short coat, with his arms and calves exposed, and walked to the market on straw sandals.
At this moment, he looks so much like...well, that's wrong, he was originally a mud-legged person.
He can weave straw sandals and mats, just like the man who claims to be after him.
But not everyone who can weave straw sandals and mats can become a hottie.
Where is the least noticeable place for a mud-legged person?
Just like Zhuangzi said, of course when you are wagging your tail in the quagmire, whether you are lying down comfortably or struggling to survive, no one will pay attention. At least those standing on the shore will not care too much.
When the mud-legged people were struggling in the quagmire, no one would take a second look. Whether they climbed ashore earlier or were born directly on the shore, no one would care. Only those mud-legged people would
When he is about to climb up, he will scream loudly, or he will feel incomprehensible, or he will be frightened, or he will curse and scold, or he will just hit him back with a stick...
Most of the world is a quagmire, and there are not many places where you can go ashore.
Just like Yanhuang occupied the Central Plains and drove other races and tribes into the quagmire.
If you don't work hard, you will always be struggling in the quagmire.
Because the small piece of land on the shore was once bought by our ancestors with their blood and sweat. Everyone thought so, so they had to stay on the shore life and death, pushing, squeezing, beating, insulting, deceiving, and framed each other...
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How much space will be given to new mud-legged people?
After all, there are only a few people like Zhuangzi who stand on the shore but yearn for the quagmire.
The market has arrived. Although it is not a big market today, there are still a lot of people. Due to the increase in the population of Chang'an, the original big market has gradually become a daily routine.
Liu Ci looked around and saw that it was very lively.
There is a constant flow of people coming and going, and the sounds of buying and selling come and go.
There seems to be no problem...
The market is still a very ordinary market, and it has not become more lively or depressed because of Zhang Cun's death. People in the market may talk about Zhang Cun, but they will not pay much attention to him.
For a moment, people will soon be attracted by life and have all their attention.
It's like these people don't care much about the Western Regions.
How can there be such comfortable people in the world?
Liu Ci thought silently as he moved forward.
Chang'an is indeed a little different.
In Shandong, people are not allowed to set up stalls in the market at will, because it is said to affect the beauty of the streets. If the streets are beautiful, the people can automatically live? Liu Ci doesn't know. He just knows that if he wants to pretend to be in Shandong now
It would be very difficult for a common man to set up a stall. He might just sit on the side of the street and be arrested the next moment.
If people in Shandong want to buy something, they need to buy it from a fixed vendor, and then the fixed vendor sells it. The fixed vendor is designated by the government, or a designated location, or a designated person, so
The problems that arise will naturally be very small, and even if any problems arise, they will be well controlled within a limited range.
As a result, the children of the noble clan were unable to come into contact with ordinary clay legs. They used a glove or other things to separate the lumps of earth that had made them inexplicably grateful in the Spring and Autumn Period.
When a glove becomes dirty, worn out, and ugly, take it off and replace it with a new one.
The children of the noble clan are clean and aloof.
Chang'an is indeed good, and it is indeed different from Shandong. Liu Ci also envies these people in Chang'an.
But……
Liu Ci is not from Chang'an.
He was born in Luoyang and grew up in Shandong.
Liu Ci's family had already fallen when he was young. Now if he wants to climb back, he has to put in more blood and sweat. He needs to struggle to find a way for himself and for his family in Shandong.
Road.
A path that may not require continuing to struggle in the quagmire.
So no matter how good Chang'an is, it's not his...
His quagmire is in Shandong. There are also family members wagging their tails in the quagmire.
The market in Chang'an allows ordinary people to set up stalls, as long as they do not exceed the limited street area or occupy too many passages when setting up stalls, and they do not charge money. Of course, the stalls
The scope is limited to the market area, if it exceeds the market area, it is not allowed.
But this is already very good. At least the descendants of the gentry in Chang'an can directly see what the living conditions of the most ordinary people are, what they buy and sell in the hands of the people, and they can also see the people in the market.
Instead of only looking at clean streets and neat shops, they think that people can earn tens of thousands, hundreds, thousands, millions, or tens of millions from business transactions among themselves...
Liu Ci had sold straw sandals and straw mats, so he also knew that most people would not buy them if they thought their straw sandals could still be worn for two days, or even if they thought their bare feet were thick and not cold in the weather.
He can buy even a pair of straw sandals for two coins. There are even people who will say that he wants to buy one because he accidentally broke one, so he only wants one, and then spends most of the day bargaining with Liu Ci.
In order to buy a pair back with only one dollar.
Liu Ci arrived late, and the good seats were gone, but it didn't matter. He put down the straw mat in a relatively remote place and stood it on the ground.
Because Liu Ci didn’t really come here to buy straw mats and sandals.
He came to observe...
Observe Fan Cong.
He sent a signal to contact Fan Cong and directed Fan Cong to Maoling.
Liu Ci was not familiar with Tongguan, and he was also worried that there were more informants in Tongguan.
At least Liu Ci has lived in Maoling for a while and is more familiar with the surrounding areas of Maoling.
Ever since the news of Cao An's death reached Shandong, Fan Cong, who was still alive, had been suspected. After all, many people had died in succession, so Fan Cong was naturally suspected of being involved.
So at first, Liu Ci didn't want to contact Fan Cong.
But the problem is that Zhang Cun got married so quickly, catching Liu Ci off guard. Then the inn became haunted again, and then someone claimed that Zhang Cun had caused something unclean and then died, completely changing the original situation.
The situation set by Liu Ci was easily reversed in another direction.
Compared with the Western Regions or the hussars, the people are obviously more interested in the gods and ghosts.
Liu Ci continued to use his hands to bring the topic back to the Western Regions, and then dragged Qiusi into the water...
The reason is simple. Liu Ci came from Shandong, so he naturally believed that information in Chang'an was controlled, and ordinary people could only obtain the information that the government wanted the people to know. Because that's what Shandong did.
Therefore, Liu Ci needed to poke a hole, and then he could find out the truth.
But now he can't complete this work alone. The time is too tight and the manpower is too small, so he has to try to contact Fan Cong.
Liu Ci sat on the ground, his eyes wandering around.
The sky is very blue, but after sitting on the ground, it seems that the sky is blocked by those standing. From the perspective of the ground, what you see around you is more of your waist and legs, and what you see is your butt.
Shameless. This is Mudlegzi’s perspective.
Liu Ci glanced at the restaurant in the distance from the gap between her butt and legs amid the crowd of people coming and going.
Sitting at the window on the second floor of the restaurant was Fan Cong.
There is a portrait of Fan Cong in the school office, so he recognized Fan Cong, but Fan Cong did not recognize him.
After Liu Ci confirmed Fan Cong, he did not keep staring at Fan Cong, but began to observe the situation around Fan Cong and Liu Ci himself.
Fan Cong seemed a little uncomfortable at the window and looked out the window frequently...
The waiter at the door downstairs of the restaurant shouted in a long voice. He was obviously not a temporary worker for a day or two. He also greeted regular customers who passed by from time to time. He should be a normal store clerk.
There is a stall selling needle rags at the entrance of the wine shop. There is a thin and dark middle-aged man in the stall, who has a flattering smile on his face at anyone who passes by the stall. Well, this should be normal, after all, he is so
With a thin body and a habitual smile on his face, he can't put it on easily.
From the wine shop to here, there are six stalls in total. In addition to the stall selling needles and rags at the door, there are those selling earthen pots and rattan frames, selling dried fruits, selling cooking cakes, and the one selling chickens and ducks next to Liu Ci.
of……
Among them, the one selling clay pots and rattan frames is the most suspicious, because he not only occupies the largest space, he even parked a car with a cloth covering it, like a clay pot, but who knows what is inside? And it seems that it is not
When negotiating the price, it will be whatever other people say. The most important thing is that this guy is too fat and his face is shiny.
This guy……
Of course, what was more suspicious were the two or three idle men far away at the street entrance, who seemed to be chatting, but Liu Ci also noticed that these idle men seemed to be looking at the wine shop intentionally or unintentionally.
Is this caused by Fan Cong?
Or are the hussars monitoring Fan Cong?
Or is it an ordinary hidden stake, performing daily inspections and surveillance?
"twitter……"
While Liu Ci was carefully observing his surroundings, he suddenly heard some noises around him. When he lowered his head and took a look, he discovered that a chicken from the stall next door had run up to him at some point and was running and croaking.
Liu Ci subconsciously reached out and fished it out, and caught the chick in his hand.
"Thank you, thank you brother..." The man selling chickens and ducks next to him thanked Liu Ci, and then stretched out his hand to pick up the chicken.
Liu Ci's eyes fell on the man's hands. They were rough, with short black nails, big muscles and thick calluses, and were stained with a little chicken and duck feces, with a few chicken and duck feathers hanging on them.
Liu Ci relaxed, smiled, and sent the chicken back.
"Thank you, brother..." The vendor carefully took the chicken and put it back into the bamboo basket while casually asking, "Brother, how do you sell these straw sandals? Did you make them up yourself?"
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"A pair of two coins." Liu Ci replied.
"Brother, what a price..." The vendor selling chickens and ducks smiled, then shrank his head and did not continue.
Liu Ci knew that his price was a bit high, but it was not too high. After all, he didn't want to say that he really made a living selling straw sandals and mats, and he didn't want to say that as soon as he sat down, the mats and sandals were sold out because they were too cheap.
He could only slap his ass and leave. So Liu Ci also smiled and did not explain the workmanship, material, etc...
In the blink of an eye, Liu Ci suddenly discovered that Fan Cong, who was originally at the window, was missing!
Liu Ci's heart suddenly rose, and then Liu Ci immediately turned to look at the street entrance.
Sure enough, the idle men at the street entrance immediately started moving and came towards the wine shop...
what happened?
Fan Cong was exposed?
But he didn't come forward, how could he be exposed?
Soon, Liu Ci saw a figure appearing at the door of the wine shop. He hurried away with his head lowered, and following this figure came out Fan Cong!
The idle man at the street entrance seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then he was about to go around Fan Cong to chase the hurried figure, but he seemed to be blocked by Fan Cong...
The figure in the distance flickered and seemed to disappear in the crowd.
Ignoring Fan Cong's obstruction, the idle man pushed Fan Cong away in a few seconds, and then hurriedly chased after him...
Fan Cong stood at the door of the wine shop, dumbfounded for a moment.
"This is……"
Liu Ci thought quickly.
He sent the signal, but did not go to Fan Cong, so who would go? He didn’t know the person who left in a hurry, which meant that the person might not be one of his own! And it was obvious that Fan Cong seemed to regard him as someone at the moment.
He killed one of his own, and still deliberately intercepted and monitored the idlers because of that person's departure!
After linking the events, Liu Ci suddenly discovered that Fan Cong might have fallen into a trap!
Fan Cong most likely thought that the unknown person was Liu Ci himself!
Even Liu Ci imagined the whole process. He sent out a signal to attract Fan Cong. Fan Cong's departure from Tongguan may have also attracted the attention of Youwen Division, who had been monitoring Fan Cong, so he sent idle men to monitor him.
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As a result, because Liu Ci himself did not show up for a long time, some people in Wensi thought that he would not come, so they deliberately sent someone to pretend to be here to contact Fan Cong.
That person pretended to be discovered during the meeting and ran away in a hurry without waiting for the token to be verified.
Fan Cong was covering up for that person...
Everything made sense.
Fan Cong fell into the trap!
Fan Cong will definitely think that the person is him, and after Fan Cong returns to Tongguan, the person pretending to be him will definitely come to visit him again. As for any contact tokens, he can pretend that they were lost when he escaped.
Fan Cong wouldn't doubt it either! Because Youwen Si deliberately acted like he was chasing that person!
After that person gains Fan Cong's trust, Fan Cong's business in Tongguan will be uprooted!
so……
Is Fan Cong still trustworthy?
In the flash of lightning, Liu Ci watched Fan Cong slowly walking along the street. He had to make a decision, whether to let Fan Cong return to Tongguan like this, or to wake up Fan Cong with words...
One step, two steps, three steps.
Liu Ci stared at Fan Cong, struggling in his heart.
Fan Cong looked sad.
Fan Cong passed in front of Liu Ci...
"This husband!" Liu Ci greeted, "Would you like to see the straw sandals and straw mats? It would also be good to take them back to your family!"
Liu Ci emphasized the pronunciation of "family".
Fan Cong paused, then turned to look at Liu Ci, his expression a little uncertain.
This made Liu Ci believe that the man who escaped before was pretending to be himself to meet Fan Cong, so Liu Ci nodded towards Fan Cong and said, "Please look at this, sir, this is a high-quality straw mat..."
They are all the best thatch in the eastern suburbs of Chang'an..."
"Chang'an...Eastern suburbs..." Fan Cong repeated slowly, then stood in front of Liu Ci's stall, stared at Liu Ci and asked, "Are you sure...this is all thatch from the eastern suburbs?"
Liu Ci stood up, pretended to show off the straw mat, approached Fan Cong, and said quickly in a lower voice: "These are the most fashionable styles in Shandong..."
Fan Cong looked at it for a moment, and then he looked like he was about to take out the money to pay, but he exposed a stone tied to the side of the money bag, "What's the price of your mat...?"
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. I'll give you a price, whatever suits you...anything..." Liu Ci reached out and grabbed his neck, and then, as if by accident, he hung it around his neck. He had hidden it in his arms before.
He brought out a stone of the same material as the one beside Fan Cong's money bag.
When Fan Cong saw this, his face turned pale and he took a few steps back. Then he stretched out his hand and said, "It's him!"
Liu Ci's head suddenly buzzed!
The earthen pot stall was overturned, and a man jumped out of the car...
Among the crowds of people on the street, there were also a few people shouting and rushing towards them...
Even the vendor selling chickens and ducks on the side changed his expression, raised his hand and threw the chicken and duck frame...
The chickens and ducks were squawking and flying in the air involuntarily.
Under the chaotic light and shadow, Liu Ci saw Fan Cong's pale face and trembling hands pointing at him.
Liu Ci understood.
It turns out that it was not Fan Cong who fell into the trap, but himself!
Liu Ci took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth, took out a dagger from his arms, and rushed towards Fan Cong regardless, roaring, "Traitor! Die!"
"Wait!"
"Damn it! Stop it!"
"Catch them alive!"
"Don't kill me..."
"Poof!" Liu Ci heard a sound like a cowhide water bag being punctured, and then felt that all the strength in his body was draining away rapidly.
Several figures arrived and rushed forward, "You bastard! Why are you so careless!"
"I...he bumped into me by himself!"
"You bastard! And you!" A voice yelled, "And you idiot, why are you identifying him in the street! Can't you take him back first? Damn it, did you do it on purpose?!"
"I...I..." Fan Cong's voice was a little confused, "I...I was flustered for a moment, just, just..."
In the chaotic light and shadow, Liu Ci lay on the ground.
The ground smells of earth.
It turns out that the soil in Guanzhong also smells the same.
Or, be born in the mud and die in the mud.
The chickens and ducks screamed and struggled in panic, under the trampling and squeezing of the chaotic human feet.
Liu Ci smiled and stretched out his hand to protect the one closest to him...
He saw that it was getting dark very quickly, just like the nightmare that he could never get out of in the swamp.
